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Regina Mills was not much of a drinker, but tonight, she'd make an exception. She decided that she just needed a break from reality for a while. Her feelings began to overwhelm her, she was drowning in her own thoughts, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't distract herself. Drinking was her next tried solution. Several glasses of homemade cider later, Regina realized that it was going to be a lot harder than she thought to forget her feelings for Emma Swan.
Regina had noticed this attraction towards Emma before, but was able to successfully make up other excuses for her behavior. Many times, she convinced herself that she sought out Emma to torture her and make her leave Storybrooke. Other times, she claimed to be seeking revenge. In the end, it all came down to one thing. Regina was thoroughly attracted to Emma's impassioned personality and unpredictability. The stunning blonde challenged Regina at every turn, keeping her on her toes. And whenever Regina thought she had her all figured out, Emma would do something drastically different, like taking a chainsaw to her apple tree or saving her life when there was no plausible motive to do so. The Mayor simply could not figure Emma out, and that is what intrigued her most.
On a deeper level, Emma seemed to have a certain understanding and empathy for Regina. She saw the brunette as more than the Evil Queen. She saw her as a person in need of saving, even if she only needed to be saved from her own dark past. Emma offered Regina a chance at redemption, one that she was secretly eager to take, not only for her son, but also to prove to Emma that she had not made a mistake in giving her this chance. Since then, their friendship had blossomed, and Regina's feelings grew in the depths of her heart into something much more than she ever intended. Yet, her feelings alone were not what frightened her. It was the fear of rejection and a broken heart that caused Regina to drown her feelings in alcohol.
Standing from her seat behind her desk, Regina made her way over to the decanter sitting on a side table and refilled her glass for the fourth time. Or was it the fifth? She couldn't remember. She shook her head, returned to her seat, and rather ungracefully reached for her phone, knocking some pens onto the floor. She entered her passcode correctly on the second try and checked for any messages from Henry. He left to spend the evening with his grandparents and she wanted to ensure he had gotten there safely. She had 3 messages on her phone.
Henry: I'm here!
Henry: I love you! Goodnight!
Scrunching her eyebrows together in concentration, she responded with a simple response of "love you too" before she returned to her text conversations to see who else had texted. The third message was from none other than Emma Swan.
Emma: Are you home?
Regina growled in frustration. She had only settled her mind for a moment before Emma was once again intruding herself into Regina's thoughts. "Damn this woman," she said aloud. She finished off her glass in two quick gulps before continuing. "I just need to forget these feelings. Emma and I are friends, and nothing more." She closed her eyes, ran her fingers through her hair, and sighed, resting her head on the desk. "This is easy," she encouraged herself. "It's a matter of will power. Simply do not allow yourself to go down this path. You'll only hurt yourself." And then there was a knock at the door.
Stumbling slightly, Regina stood and made her way to the door, occasionally leaning on the wall as she went. She grabbed the knob and opened the door, only to see the stunning green-eyed beauty she'd been avoiding. "Oh God, it's you…" she said before she could stop herself. Her filter from her brain to her mouth and been shut down due to her intoxication. She left the door open and walked back towards her study.
"Well it's lovely to see you too," Emma replied sarcastically before entering the house and closing the door. "Is everything okay?" Not hearing any response, the Sheriff moved further into the house and followed Regina into the study. She watched as the brunette dropped herself onto the couch in a lying position with her forearm over her eyes to block the light from the lamp. Emma leaned against the door jamb for a moment and observed the scene before her. She noticed the glass on the desk, the nearly empty decanter, and the items on the Mayor's desk in disarray. She stepped into the room, and asked "Regina, are you okay?"
Without moving, she responded, "Fine. I just have a headache." Emma chuckled. "Is something funny?" Regina snapped.
"Yeah," Emma answered her with another small chuckle. "It's probably from all the alcohol you drank. I didn't peg you for a drinker." Raising the decanter to observe its contents, she asked, "Wasn't this almost full?"
"Half." Regina responded. "And I don't drink much."
"I can see why. You're an angry drunk," Emma quipped before grabbing Regina's empty glass and filling it with the remaining amber liquid.
"I most certainly am not," she said, lifting her head to glare at Emma. "I have a lot on my mind." She laid her head back down, as she added, "I see you're once again just making yourself at home where you don't belong."
"Ouch." Emma feigned offense as she downed the cider, returned the glass to the desk, and made her way toward the couch. "It's been a while since you've told me I don't belong here. You must really be upset." She neared the couch, lifted Regina's legs, and sat down, placing Regina's legs back on her lap. The brunette tensed due to the now more intimate position she found herself in. "Hey now," Emma continued, patting Regina's leg on her lap. "Talk to me."
"You wouldn't understand," Regina slurred, moving into a sitting position next to the blonde.
Emma placed her hand on Regina's shoulder and said, "Just try me."
Regina looked into Emma's emerald green eyes and paused, taking a moment to admire the passion she saw there. She searched her eyes, looking for any type of insincerity or malicious intent, and found nothing but kindness and compassion. She let out a small sigh as she found herself getting lost in the green sea before her. Then she let her eyes wander lower, smiling at Emma's little button nose. But just a bit lower, the Mayor's eyes focused on Emma's pink lips. Subconsciously licking her own, her mind wondered what it would be like to kiss those very same lips, to feel hers move so freely over Emma's, caressing the inside of the Sheriff's mouth with her tongue, tasting every inch of…
"Regina?" Emma placed her hand on Regina's leg and returned her focus to the conversation at hand.
Regina was not drunk enough to throw caution completely to the wind, but she definitely found herself beginning a conversation she normally would not have had she not drank more than her fair share of liquid courage. She swallowed hard and turned to face Emma completely, bringing one leg up underneath her. She scooted closer and allowed her leg to bump Emma's, causing the blonde to turn and face Regina more fully, giving the mayor her full attention.
"I…," Regina began. She swallowed again, finding her mouth to be very dry. She looked down at her hands in her lap and then up to Emma's eyes. Getting lost again, but only for a moment, she continued, "I have feelings for someone that I don't believe will ever feel the same about me. I don't know what to do about it."
"Oh…" Emma said, taking her hand off Regina's leg and retreating into her own thoughts for a moment. The brunette observed Emma quietly, watching the emotional confusion on the beautiful blonde's face. She first seemed upset, then quiet and stoic, before placing her best smile on her face. "That's wonderful, Regina. How lucky this person must be to have caught your attention." The small hint of jealousy in Emma's tone slipped right past Regina's foggy mind.
"What do you suggest I do?", she asked, doing her best not to slur her words.
"Um…" Emma rubbed the back of her neck nervously and looked down at her lap. "I don't know. I'm clearly not any type of love guru. I don't even know the slightest thing about stable healthy relationships. I kind of just go with the flow of things. I don't plan things out often. I just do whatever I feel is the thing to do at that moment in time. It's seemed to work for me so far with…"
Regina stopped listening. Emma's voice had faded to a murmur in the background as Regina's clouded mind focused only on that last sentence. "I just do whatever I feel is the thing to do at that moment in time." 'Of course,' she thought to herself. 'Spontaneous Emma does whatever it is that she wants to do. It works for her, right? So here goes nothing.'
She lunged forward, crashing her lips into Emma's mid-sentence, causing the kiss to be slightly awkward and messy. After a moment, Regina pulled back. The blonde sat there stunned, mouth still slightly open, in silence. "Oh God, I'm so sorry," Regina began. "The alcohol has my brain all fuzzy. Please forgive me," she said, standing and heading toward the staircase. "I'm going to excuse myself to my room and you can see yourself out."
As she reached the bottom stair, she felt a hand gently grasp her wrist, causing her to turn and face a brilliantly smiling Emma. The blonde slowly decreased the distance between them, as she whispered, "I promise that I'm a better kisser than that. You just caught me in the middle of my sentence. Can we try that again?" Regina quietly nodded as her eyes drifted shut. Emma closed the remaining distance between them, gently pressing her lips to Regina's, as her hand found the back of her neck, tangling her fingers in silk brunette hair, pulling her closer. Her other hand found the small of Regina's back, steadying her as she began to sway. Deepening the kiss, Emma took a few steps toward Regina, backing her into the nearest wall. Lips parted and tongues battled for dominance, as hands roamed and caressed the other's bodies.
Regina wrapped her leg around Emma's waist and bucked her hips against Emma's, wanting much more than just passionate kisses. Emma smirked into the kiss as she felt Regina's center hot against her lower stomach. She pressed herself more firmly against Regina, allowing the mayor to trust her hips forward and apply much needed pressure to her wet sex. She moaned, moving her lips to Emma's neck, licking and sucking at her pulse point. She felt the vibrations of Emma's chuckle against her lips, before she heard Emma say, "Regina, we should stop." The brunette shook her head as she kissed her way up to Emma's ear and nibbled gently. Emma involuntarily released a quiet whimper before pulling away and looking into Regina's darkened eyes. "Really though. We should stop." She smiled as she watched Regina stick out her bottom lip and uncharacteristically pout. "Now, that's not fair," she said before giving her a chaste kiss. "You're very intoxicated and drunk consent isn't actually consent. So let's just get you to bed, okay? We'll see how you feel about all of this in the morning."
Regina dropped her leg back to the floor and glared at Emma. "Fine, but I'm mad at you about it." She took Emma's hand in hers and started her way up the stairs. She lost her footing for a moment and Emma scooted in next to her, placing her hand on Regina's back and allowing her to lean on her for much needed support. Regina smiled at her graciously and continued up the stairs and into Regina's room.
Emma turned toward the dresser against the wall and found Regina's silk pajamas neatly folded on top. As she grabbed them and turned to face the center of the room, she saw Regina clad only in her red lace bra and underwear, clothes strewn across the floor. Eyes wide, she swallowed hard and tore her eyes away from the goddess in front of her, looking to the floor and extending the pajamas in Regina's direction. Hearing quiet footsteps coming near, she focused her gaze on the ground until she felt a finger gently lift her chin. Regina bit her lip and pressed her nearly naked body against Emma's as she whispered, "Is something wrong, Sheriff?"
"N-n-no. Nope. Nothing is wrong," Emma responded. "I just… uh. I forgot that I… uh… left my stuff at the station and um… I should get it like right now. So, uh… I'm going to head out." She tried to walk past Regina, but didn't move far before Regina's hand was placed firmly against her chest.
"Oh c'mon. Can't you just get it tomorrow?" Regina purred, grabbing the collar of Emma's leather jacket, and pulling her flush against her body once again. She attached her lips to Emma's neck, kissing and licking the soft skin she found there. She kissed her way up to Emma's ear and nibbled it gently before whispering, "Stay with me."
Emma's eyes had fluttered shut and her hands started to glide over the smooth olive skin eagerly presented to her. She caressed every curve, as Regina gently assaulted her porcelain skin. "I can't have sex with you, Regina," Emma said reluctantly. "Although I really want to," she added as she squeezed her thighs together. She could feel the dampness of her own underwear and could feel the heat coiling low in her abdomen. "Listen," she began again, taking Regina's face gently between her hands. "We can talk about this in the morning, okay? You're killing me here. Just please get your pajamas on and get in bed, and I promise to stay so we can talk about this in the morning. Do we have a deal?"
The proposition saddened Regina, but she reluctantly complied. "That's fine, I guess." She grabbed the pajamas and dressed herself before sliding Emma's jacket off her shoulders. "You can at least be more comfortable when you sleep tonight." She then slid Emma's belt from her jeans and tossed it on the floor with the rest of the discarded clothing.
"Well thank you." Emma chuckled. "How considerate of you. I think you just wanted to undress me."
The brunette winked, and replied, "Well, as much as you would allow," before placing a soft kiss on her cheek, grabbing her hand, and pulling her toward the bed. Regina had crawled in bed first, leaving plenty of space for Emma. Emma scooted in beside her and wrapped her arms around Regina, bringing her head to her chest and weaving her fingers in brunette hair.
Regina reached her hand under Emma's tank top, and gently drew circles with her fingers. Emma played with long brunette locks until Regina's breathing became slow and even and the fingers on her stomach had stopped moving. Emma paused for a moment, ensuring that Regina was asleep, before slipping out of her grasp, quietly grabbing her things, and heading toward the door.
"Goodnight, Regina," she whispered, before quietly closing the door and heading down the stairs.
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