It started out as a civil conversation.
They always did.
But before long, it had escalated into a heated argument.
They always did that too.
It was the mayor, tired of fighting and rubbing her temple, who had suggested some apple cider and a moment to calm down before they continued the "discussion." Emma had rolled her eyes, but took a seat on the sofa in front of the fireplace in Regina's house anyway, accepting the glass from the brunette when it was handed to her.
Regina sipped her cider slowly as she watched the flames leap inside the lit fireplace. Emma, on the other hand, downed her cider in one quick gulp. Regina smirked lightly as she turned to face the blonde from her chair. "You shouldn't have downed that so quickly, dear. You have NO IDEA what it can do…"
The mayor smiled as Emma's eyes started to lose focus. Before long, they had shut completely, and Emma had collapsed heavily onto the sofa.
Regina sighed. Her cider did tend to have a sedative effect, but usually it was milder than this. Not that this was a poor solution to the fighting that had taken place that night…
She continued to nurse the cider as she watched the fire, acting as though nothing strange had happened. Emma would probably just sleep for a few hours, anyway. What was the harm in enjoying the peace and quiet?
Regina moved over to the sofa next to the blonde. She studied her face. The mayor smiled—Emma was actually quite attractive in her sleep. She looked so peaceful—so unlike she looked when typically in the mayor's presence.
Emma murmured something softly in her sleep; Regina brought the glass to her lips again, smiling. She shook her head lightly. The mayor shouldn't even be entertaining such affectionate thoughts in her head… especially not about the stubborn sheriff.
When Emma moaned, Regina froze. She looked down to the blonde, who had begun panting and squirming furiously. Still, her eyes remained shut. Regina took some small comfort in that, even as the room was feeling decidedly smaller and warmer.
Regina traced her tongue along the edge of the glass as she observed Emma who continued to thrust wildly. When her hips began rocking and she let out another delicious groan, Regina moved away as though burned.
It was clear what was happening. Emma was dreaming… or hallucinating… or something. But either way, sex appeared to be involved, and it made Regina uncomfortable. And a little turned on.
Regina should have left. She knew that. She should have gone upstairs to her bedroom and left Miss Swan to show herself out when she woke up from… this. But Regina was absolutely captivated by the performance.
Emma's hand drifted down lower and lower until… Regina gasped. She looked down and found her own hand similarly positioned. The mayor quickly moved her hand up to grasp her glass tightly over the other hand. What the hell is going on?
The blonde continued, whimpering, sometimes shouting.
Finally coming. Shouting. "Regina!"
The mayor's jaw dropped.
Then Emma's eyes sprung open.