a/n: Third installment of the 'Year of SQ Holidays' series. This one is about St Patrick's Day. I know I am a month overdue. Honestly, since I no longer watch the show, it's hard to keep the mojo alive. They have truly killed the show. :/ My muses keep going into hiding. I have to coax them out constantly and that doesn't guarantee they will cooperate with me. -.- I'm behind on all my fics... and I didn't want to continue to keep you waiting so I am actually going to make this more of a 3-shot instead of a 1-shot. Hope you're okay with that? So I'm going to stop rambling now and let you just enjoy the fic.

I Wish You Luck

('A Year of SQ Holidays' fic)

Chapter 1

Emma rolled over and tossed her leg out from under the covers, snuggling her face into her pillow while unintentionally smearing drool all over her left cheek. Not in a particular frame of mind to care, she grabbed the blanket and rubbed it against her cheek, only managing to make it worse as her hair stuck to the wetness. She scrunched her face at the feeling but was honestly too tired to deal with it. Ugh, fuck it. Who cares. She thought to herself as she drifted back to sleep. But it was just as she was almost out that she thought she felt the bed shift next to her.

Furrowing her brow, she attempted to open her eyes, squinting and blinking as she tried to acclimate to the dimly lit room. She could just make out the silhouette of the person laying next to her at first, as questions arose in her thoughts. Uh oh, what did I do? Wait, who did I do? Emma panicked, thinking back to a couple other interesting situations she had found herself in in the past after drinking so much. Please let this be Regina or she's going to kill me. She could remember nothing of the previous night, except she was pretty sure it led to much drinking, and that was not good. Her questions and concern were soon answered however, as her eyes began to focus more and a moment of relief washed over her at the sight of the familiar brunette.

Regina was still most likely going to be pissed at her for either being there or getting her drunk, but that she could deal with, as opposed to a raging Evil Queen mode Regina if it had been someone else in with Emma. While they had been on quite a few dates in the past month, both her and Regina had talked about waiting for the whole intimacy part of their relationship for the sake of getting things right and not screwing this up. The fact she couldn't remember a damn thing from the night before did not bode well in that respect.

Emma sensed the stir of the other woman and stilled as sleepy brown eyes flickered open and fluttered a few times before landing on hers. "Emma? What are you doing in my bed?"

Hearing Regina's voice sent a shiver down the blonde's spine. God, her voice is sexy in the morning, Emma thought as she continued to stare at her. Ugh, what am I saying? There's no time for that. She blinked a couple of times, before flicking her eyes away and taking in their surroundings. Her brows scrunched together in confusion. "Uh, actually, that's a great fucking question. And I'd love to have a snappy comeback for it, but… I'm not quite sure we're even in your bedroom."

"What?" Regina questioned in shock and snapped up in a sitting position to figure out where they were, initially ignoring the searing pain pounding in her head. She hoped to the gods it wasn't some place embarrassing. Immediately recognizing the place, she relaxed somewhat and let out a sigh of relief. They were in her secret safe room beneath the crypt, but how and why were they there?

It was during that time that something became quite evident to Emma as her gaze drifted over the brunette's body and a light blush colored her cheeks. "Um…" Emma cleared her throat as she tried to find the best way to inform the other woman of the situation without getting her head possibly chopped off once the brunette discovered it for herself. "Regina?"

Regina made a slight hum in question as she turned her attention back to her bed companion. Emma just bit her lip, not daring to say more and simply pointed. Regina followed where the blonde was gesturing to and her eyes grew wide as she realized her lack of clothing. "What did you do!?" She asked as she quickly snatched the blanket to cover herself.

"Wha… Me?" Emma snorted back a laugh. "Why are you blaming me? You're here too, you know! Also, you're the only one naked. If I was to blame, I'm pretty sure I'd have been as well. Just throwing that out there." She relaxed back, bringing her arms up and folding her hands behind her head as she lay there.

"I'm well aware of that, thank you. And would you please refrain from talking so loud. My head is killing me." Regina snapped and turned away from her, searching the room to see if she could locate where her clothes were.

"If it helps, I believe that's your bra over on the mannequin to your right." Emma offered, making sure to keep her voice quiet enough as to not irritate the brunette any further.

Regina, spotting the under garment in question, debated the best way to acquire it without revealing more of herself to the blonde. "Emma, would you please stop staring at me like I'm a steak so I can get dressed?"

"I don't see anything wrong with simply appreciating the view in front of me." Emma flirted, earning herself the smallest of bashful smiles from the other woman before it was wiped away as the the brunette tried to hide it.

"Really Miss Swan, you have the audacity of a peacock. Close your eyes."

"Fine, fine. Have it your way." Emma relented with a chuckle, closing her eyes and sighing contently. "I'll just be reviewing all the mental images I took of you if you need my help."

Without a moment's hesitation, Regina grabbed the pillow behind her and smacked the blonde with it. "Ow! You really need to learn how to take a compliment." Emma lightly jested, which only earned her another whack of the pillow. She quickly snatched it away from the attacking woman and rolled over, cuddling it in her arms. "Mine now."

Regina just rolled her eyes and took that opportunity to extract herself from under the covers and quickly grabbed her bra and shirt she found laying a few feet away. Keeping her back to the bed, she went to put her bra in place, unaware of the blonde whom had turned back around and was watching her. Emma was quite enjoying the view, her head propped up by her hand as her gaze ran over the brunette's bare backside.

Mmm, Black thong… interesting. Filing that for later mental image processing, Emma smirked. "So do you know where we are exactly?" She inquired, startling the brunette. When Regina turned around, she found the blonde staring at her once more with definite hunger in her eyes and immediately grabbed her shirt to cover herself. Emma just rolled her eyes as she flopped back on her back. "Oh now you're being modest, when you clearly had no problem exposing yourself last night."

Regina flushed bright red. "So you do remember what happened last night. I knew you were to blame."

Emma immediately sat up and held her hands up in defense. "Whoa, hold up. I didn't do anything… that I remember anyway." She mumbled the last part, looking away a brief moment. "I was just going by the fact you clearly had no problem with exposure last night since you woke up in your birthday suit." A small smirk played at the corner of the blonde's mouth. "It's a lovely one, I might add."

"Would you be serious for once?!" Regina snapped loudly but immediately regretted it when her head pounded. She closed her eyes as she brought her hand up to her forehead and massaged it gently. "Sorry."

Emma grew sympathetic when she noticed the woman sway slightly. "Here, sit down before you fall." She patted at a spot next to her on the bed. Regina sighed and managed to make it back to the bed, slowly descending to sit on the edge. Emma shifted out from the covers, somewhat grateful she was still in her tank top and underwear, and got up on her knees to scoot over behind the brunette.

Regina tensed when she felt the shift of the bed behind her and soft hands on her shoulders. "What are you doing?" She was not in the mood to fool around if that was what the woman was planning.

"Chill." Emma stated softly, and instead of answering the question verbally, brought her hands up to the woman's temples and began to gently massage them. She felt the brunette slowly begin to relax and smiled to herself. "Where the heck are we, anyway?" Emma wondered aloud as she looked around the room as she continued the massage, moving her hands down to massage the back of the brunette's neck.

"We're in my secret room." Regina answered lazily as she was relaxing more into the massage, her head lolling forward.

"Ooh, kinky," Emma purred playfully, leaning forward as she whispered in the woman's ear. "Where have you been hiding this, hmm?

"Under my family crypt." Regina stated flatly.

Emma scrunched her nose as she looked at the back of the woman's head. "And that just went from kinky to creepy in 5 seconds."

Regina let out a small chuckle. Though her eyes were closed and back turned to the blonde, she could still hear the expression upon her face. "Others were not supposed to see this. It was my safe place."

Emma frowned a moment as she thought of the reason why Regina would have a place such as this. She slid her hands down over Regina's arms before wrapping her own arms around the brunette's waist and rested her chin on her shoulder, wanting to comfort her. They stayed like that for a few moments in the stillness of the room before something dawned on Emma and a sly, small smile played at the corner of her mouth. "You know what? I just thought of something. I believe I just found evidence to the fact that it wasn't me."

"It wasn't you what?" Regina questioned, as she turned her head to look at the blonde.

"That I'm not the one to be blamed for whatever happened."

The brunette hummed and quirked her brow at the blonde. "Oh, is that so?"

"Mmhmm." Emma nodded once against the brunette's shoulder, feeling proud of herself for getting out of that one. "This room is my alibi because I didn't even know it existed. So I'm obviously not the one that got us in this predicament." Emma gave a cheeky grin and kissed Regina's nose.

Regina narrowed her eyes, but a hint of an amused smirk twitched as she turned back around. "You still clearly got me drunk."

"Pfft. That makes me an accessory to the crime, if anything." Emma brushed it off then kissed the woman's cheek. "You however…" Emma started with a mischievous smirk, her arms still snug around the brunette as she brought her lips to her ear in a whisper, "apparently wanted to show me your secret room for something." She chuckled and placed a few kisses on Regina's neck.

Regina playfully nudged Emma in the ribs with her elbow in effort to relieve the growing tension between them, now was not the time for foreplay. Just as she was about to come back with a snappy reply, Emma yelped in pain, jumping away from her. Regina whipped her head around in concern, in time to see the blonde lifting her shirt to reveal a nasty looking bruise.

"Whoa…" Emma mused as she ran her fingers over the mark lightly, wincing when that too, hurt.

Regina's brow furrowed as she went to reach out and then thought better of it. "What the hell did happen last night?" She whispered.

"Beats the hell out of me, but maybe we should find out."