Notes: Eeek! So after reading many wonderful stories on this site, I finally decided to jump in and contribute my own. I'm quite nervous about it and I'm hoping that this is up to scratch. Now having two active stories, I'm hoping to juggle both and not neglect either one. I'm aiming at updating posts once a week for this one. Hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think :)

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It Doesn't Quite Have the Same Ring to It

Chapter 1 - Friction

"Honestly Emma! You are so damn messy! You never clean up after yourself, I constantly trip on your shoes when I walk into the house and every time I sit on our couch I find your damn leather jacket draped on it. We do have a closet you know!" Regina was fuming as she screamed at blond Sheriff from across the hallway.

Emma opened her door as she was getting ready to go to the station, gently rolling down her black tank top over her abdomen and flicking her hair out from under them. She called out at the Evil Queen down the hall. "Oh yeah? Well maybe if you weren't so damn anal about everything looking precisely, perfectly, spotlessly, clean and in place Your Majesty, you might not find me so bad."

Regina scoffed, her tongue tutting in her mouth with indignation. "I am NOT anal! There's nothing wrong with having a clean house for our son to live in." Nimble fingers zipped up the side of her grey dress. She then sat on a cushion by her vanity and started slipping on her slick, spotlessly shiny high heels.

"Oh really? Just who stacks teaspoons one on top of the other in a cutlery drawer!?" Emma zipped up the side of her high boots. She stomped down the stairs, hurriedly her steps took her to the couch in the lounge where her leather jacket draped across the back of it.

Henry polished off the last of his cereal and quietly rinsed his bowl. He sighed as his mothers continued raging around him. He placed the bowl and spoon in the dishwasher and picked up his school bag. It was his freshman year and already he didn't enjoy the extra amount of homework that grade school had never prepared him for. Though he thought to himself at this point in time, long boring math lectures were more tolerable to the constant bickering his mothers had been doing lately.

"Moms, I'm going!" He called out to both his mothers as he placed his hand on the door knob.

"Bye baby!" Regina emerged out of her bedroom and leant over the balustrade catching Henry's eye.

"See you kid!" Emma peeked her head out form out the lounge room, giving her son a quick smile as he closed the door behind him. Her eyes eventually travelled up the second storey and along her wife's perfectly shaped stockinged legs. She felt a smirk cross her lips as her view of Regina's thighs got cut off by the bottom hem of her designer grey dress. Her eyes travelled up the silvery grey material along her wife's tightly toned waistline and up further to her generous cleavage. Emma swallowed hard as she followed Regina's gracefully elegant neck, her sight meeting a perfect chin then roving to the deepest, darkest, most red luscious lips she ever laid eyes on or kissed. She saw those lips twitch in that usual sexy smirk that always denoted that the Queen had her exactly where she wanted her. Regina cleared her throat loudly. Emma's eyes darted to Regina's deep brown eyes. There was a mischievous shine to them.

"So, you see anything you like?" Regina's sensual voice travelled to her ears. Emma's lips flattened in a firm line as her wife caught her out staring. She glared momentarily before starting to turn away.

"Yeah I do, but her attitude sucks at the moment." She walked towards the front door putting her red leather jacket on.

"I'm not the one that's moved into the spare bedroom because she can't handle discussing our marital issues at the moment." Regina leant both arms across the balustrade, her eyes following the blonde.

Emma's eyes narrowed as she met Regina's stare. "Bite me!" She turned to leave.

"I'd love to Princess but you'd be too busy sulking to enjoy it." Regina called after her as she heard the door slam shut.

"So your parents are still acting crazy?" Grace gave Henry a side long glance as they walked together towards school. Henry frowned and shifted his back pack on his shoulders.

"Yeah, I think it has something to do with me going to high school. There's definitely been a lot more tension between them since I started." Henry looked ahead again. "The thing is they're fighting over the stupid little things that never used cause an argument before."

Grace saw his worry written all over his face. She sought to change the subject. "Hey, did you finish reading Romeo & Juliet?"

"Yeah, how messed up is that. Now those two had serious problems that had nothing do with dishes and dirty socks." Grace laughed and scrunched up her face. "It kind of reminds me of the sleeping curse only when Juliet finally woke up she found that her prince had completely given up and killed himself." They both giggled.

"Yeah seriously messed up." They rounded the corner which took them straight into the campus grounds. "Imagine having to work on problems like that instead of having to argue over housework." The friend next to him chimed in with a small chuckle. Grace gave Henry a quick wave. "I'll see you at lunch." Henry nodded and walked into his homeroom. For most of the day he was distracted, barely paying attention in class till it came to discussing the Shakespearean play during English.

"And what did everyone think of the ending?" Henry's hand shot up.

"Well, couldn't they have just discussed it with their parents instead of going around their behind backs which ultimately led to a huge misunderstanding that had both of them ending up dead?"

"Yes, communication seems to have been a big issue here. For one, not being able to communicate with their parents, two, not being able to get word to each other to let them know what the other was planning." Mr Wonder walked about the room as he spoke. Something about his teacher's comment resounded with Henry as he sat waiting for the class to finish.

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After school, Henry met both his moms for the customary hot cocoa at Granny's. They spoke about his day mostly, avoiding each other's eyes as they sat in booth with him.

"Hey, we've just read Romeo and Juliet in class. I've borrowed the movie from the library, no offence mom but I don't think you have the patience to get through the Shakespearean language." He turned to Emma causing Regina to snort with laughter.

"Well you're probably right kid." Roughly she messed up is brown hair.

"Well I was wondering if we can all watch it tonight, our teacher wanted us to come up with examples of effective communication and I could really do with both your help."

Emma tried desperately to stop her eye rolling as she thought of having to trudge through a ridiculous tragedy that certainly could have been avoided. "Ok. I'll see you both at home after my shift."

"How about you mom?" Henry turned to Regina who happily nodded. Secretly she quite liked the story and had no doubt Emma would be bored to tears. "Great!" Henry drained off the rest of his cocoa and just about bounded for the door. "See you both at home." He turned to look at both his mothers once before leaving the diner. Maybe if I can remind them that what their fighting about lately really isn't that bad and could certainly be worse, they'll stop arguing. He thought to himself as he made his way home. Little did he know golden sparks shimmered out of his back pack as he walked.

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Henry had just gotten the pop corn out of the microwave when Emma settled into the couch beside Regina. It had been a few days since they had sat closely together. Emma appreciated the warm curve of Regina's body next to her. Softly she wiggled herself closer, earning a smirk from the Former Evil Queen. The next two hours were literally like murder for the Sheriff, who could barely keep her eyes open and desperately tried not to yawn out loud. Her only source of sanity was that Regina's eyes remained completely glued to the screen, letting out a sniff or two at appropriate moments. Emma looked at her wife in earnest. Gently she placed her hand on Regina's thigh and gently stroked it through the silken material of her pjs. Their eyes locked for a moment, they missed each other dearly - they missed their closeness and intimacy. Emma began to feel really guilty about taking herself off the spare bedroom at night when it was obvious her wife really needed her and wanted her. What was really their problem anyway? She asked herself in wonder. Gently she scooted her body closer beside her wife, lovingly draping her arm over the Queen's waist. She felt Regina sigh as her own arm wrapped around Emma's shoulders. Vaguely she saw the credits roll as they both drifted off to sleep.

Emma woke irritated by her lacey cuffs. Her ass was numb and cold and Regina's voluminous pjs just about tangled the sword at her side. Emma frowned. "What…?" All was dark around them. Since when did the couch become so uncomfortable? She thought to herself. She looked down at and stared at the leather vest that tapered closely down her waist. She gasped and looked at Regina next to her. Her sleeping wife was dressed in a sultry dark blue dress that shimmered with small diamonds all over the bodice. Her dark brown hair was longer and was bound intricately on her head.

Emma shot to her feet and looked about . This wasn't Storybrooke, let alone their lounge room! She shook Regina awake desperately.

"Hmm… Emma… what are you doing?" Sleepily Regina mumbled rubbing her closed eyes.

"Me!? What the hell Regina? Where or who are we?" Annoyed she adjusted the sword at her hip. The hard metal stuck at her uncomfortably. Regina opened her eyes, her lips opening in surprise as she looked at her leather clad wife. Her eyes couldn't help but wonder to her taut waistline that the sword hung from.

"Oh! I think… you're meant to be Romeo." Her face a picture of confusion.

Realization hit Emma hard. The frilly lace cuffs, the tight leather vest, the sword, Regina's extremely flattering dress. "No way! Get out!" A smile crept across her lips. Just when they thought their days of adventure was behind them both, they landed right in the most tragic story love of all.

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