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31 Days
March 1: Who makes the first move? How does it go?
Is funny, actually, how far Regina has gone trying to lie to herself, to the people around her about the why's and when's, about the moment everything changed. Is funny because she always thought that she was a good liar, one that almost no one could spot. Is funny because, at the end, is not.
So once she is finally asked by an ever-taciturn Robin why she needed to follow Emma to hell and back, once she is finally presented with the question outside the gaping hole that had brought them all back –even the smelly pirate, one that certainly doesn't deserves Emma- she is speechless because she sees in his eyes that her normal brisk answer won't do it anymore.
And it's funny, because she has tried for them to work, she has tried to be the woman she was supposed to be for him and that hasn't worked. And yet when she looks at Emma, Emma who is finally looking at her with no traces of pain or hate, with no black magic in sight, she sees so much more and wants to actually cry.
But she doesn't because she is, was, a queen, and queens don't cry. Not when Robin sighs and turns, not when Hook tries to kiss Emma and the blonde takes a step back.
That night, however, she goes to speak to Emma, with the night as a cloak and words that she doesn't exactly know how to utter under her tongue. She stumbles and stutters and blushes far more times than what it would be right for a queen but the blonde is there and so is her smile when she finally utters the words she had had stuck inside of her since the day Emma looked at her and said the words that had been inside of her ever since.
"But maybe we are"
March 2: Who is the first to find out about them and how?
It's not that they tried to hide it for the rest of Storybrooke. It's, like Emma put it while kissing the brunette again and again between panting gasps, that they have been through far too much and need, want, an excuse to not be bothered by the ins and outs of the ones who would probably try to share a piece of their minds about them.
So they haven't exactly talked about it in front of anyone, and they have must certainly not go to Granny's and have something there while holding hands. Even if Emma's hands itch for the need to do it and Regina's soft smile whenever she looks at Emma could lighten the entire city for a year.
They haven't also talked about it with Henry, not because they don't trust him but because they don't exactly know what or how to explain themselves, how to answer to the plausible questions the teen would want to know.
They are, after all, them, they don't have a clear answer, just bits and pieces.
At the end, however, that doesn't matter because the teen in question walks in while they are admitting their feelings for the other, the word love still being too much for them to bear it and still far too precious to not use it. He just smiles at them and shrugs when they ask him if he knew it.
They prefer to act as if he didn't though, even if they had the suspicion that Ruby's teasing looks could hint that they haven't been as stealthy as they think.
March 3: When was the moment Regina realized she was in love?
Love was weakness for perhaps so many years that the first time Regina feels a flutter, a drop squeezing between the high walls she created for herself back in a time where everything that mattered were feuds and titles, she doesn't exactly understand what's she is feeling until much much more later.
However, at nights, she still can remember the day where she blinked and everything changed, as if she had switched on a cable she hadn't know she had. In truth, the first time she realized her feelings for Emma was the very same second she saw Emma's car drive away, at the other side of the town's line, where she couldn't go anymore.
It's stupid, months after that moment she sighs and shakes her head but she knows, because she does, that the second she realized how much she cared for the blonde was the second she thought she was going to never see her again.
And if that's not ironic…. Regina knows better.
March 4: When was the moment Emma realized she was in love?
Emma has become accustomed to have too many things open in front of her to actually care about stopping and take a breath anymore. There are risks and villains, darkness and light, there are decisions she needs to made, things she needs to said and the constant running, the constant painting, waiting for something else at the other side of a tunnel she had been into ever since she entered in Storybrooke has proven to be endless.
So perhaps that's why she actually needed time to realize why the feeling of warmth whenever she saw Regina, why she felt at ease, why she knew she could trust in her even with all their pasts hanging behind them like a far too old tapestry.
And it was just a second, a second in where everything made sense for her, a second she had been holding ever since because that's a second she never wants to forget.
And is a stupid second, one that doesn't even matter anymore but it was the twinkle of anger disappearing, the warm yet unsure smile that followed, the quiet admission that "I don't want to kill you" what made her heart soar and she realize that she had indeed been missing Regina for far too much, missing that part of her that was so uniquely hers and she had been privy to see.
However, as stupid as it had been it's real, real and hers and Emma smiles at that second even after everything else. Because it's her second and she doesn't want to lose it. Not anymore.
March 5: How do their phone backgrounds look? How about their snapchats? What do their texting conversations look like?
Emma's is the kind of person who is constantly changing profile photos, she has the compulsion of always showing the newer one, the one in where she looks sillier, the one in where she looks happier.
Same with the phone backgrounds, Snow can remember at least more than a dozen of different photos looking back at her from the days when she still was Mary Margaret and magic was a figment of her imagination.
So is quite a shock realize that Emma's profile photo on her phone as well as her background has stayed the same for almost a month now. And Snow doesn't exactly gets it because is a blurry photo of a smile, almost as if someone had tried to sneak on someone and take the photo just to be caught in time. Is a photo Snow doesn't understand but still makes her smile whenever her daughter looks at it and sighs.
Regina, from her part, is guarded about her phone so just Henry knows about the photo of a sleepy Emma the brunette has been displayed there since almost a month now.
Which is actually funny because the brunette's snapchat, an app she downloaded when Henry started to use it just to "be sure that the app isn't worrisome" is full with photos about him or Emma.
Emma doesn't use snapchat though, she is a total klutz with her phone. And perhaps is for the best since she has too many photos of Regina on her camera roll to not be called whipped by Ruby.
Which she probably is considering the amount of emoticons and photos she sends daily to the former queen, eliciting responses as short as just a quick "pardon?" from the older woman or as long as almost a word page worthy explanation of why Emma can't start sending her nudes whenever she is bored.
(Still, Regina keeps those too.)
March 6: What weird habits do they complain about from the other but secretly miss when the other isn't around?
For Emma there are many things she can forgive Regina for, like the way everything needs to be pristine and proper or how often the brunette woman wants to clean clothes. She also can pass, and understands, the need to eat green food and the way she snuggles against her whenever she feels cold. (That particular habit is one that she actually enjoys even if she makes a huge deal about it whenever Regina's cold toes grazes the back of her ankles once the lights are out)
But what Emma can't stand is how Regina always needs to have the volume of the television exactly at 17, not lower, not higher, just exactly that number.
Higher would be bad for Henry's hearing dear.
Is something completely stupid, something that makes Emma groan whenever Regina sits next to her and changes the volume, putting even a lot of effort in having it at seventeen, refusing to be calm until that's the number displayed on the screen.
Which for Emma is silly and useless. Still, the times she is at her apartment and she turns on the tv she mechanically changes it herself, almost as if expecting that Regina would do it from wherever she is at the moment.
For Regina is the amount of time Emma actually needs each morning to ready herself in the shower. It's not the waste of water since most of that lost time Emma is just drooling in front of the mirror, blinking while she tries to wake herself up, but the way the blonde makes everyone around her be late just for her habit of losing almost twenty minutes half-awake in front of that aforementioned mirror.
You could drink your coffee in that same amount of time she usually says, making Emma scoff and shrug, red covering her cheeks as she mumbles something that Regina never manages to catch.
Still, whenever Emma is sleeping at her apartment Regina always feels that something in her morning is missing and most often than not she ends up calling Emma. Even if she knows that at that time of the morning the younger woman is definetely not human enough to ask the telephone completely awake.
Still, the grunt and the sigh that greets her are what makes her smile and start her day.
March 7: How does their first kiss go?
Imperfect. They have been waiting far too much for that moment and Emma has already thought how it would be ever since Regina waved her goodbye from the other side of Storybrooke's line as Pan's curse washed over her.
Maybe she had also tried to think about it on the shower, when she had been alone, completely alone. But she won't admit that to anyone. Ever.
Regina from her part has been thinking about the blonde's lips as much as Emma, her own feeling dry whenever the idea of the younger woman being so close to her made her shudder. Pleasure and desire mixing together with just the ghost of an idea that she never allowed to fully form on the back of her head.
So when they finally kiss is sloppy and full of quick tongues, grazing teeth, too much lips and a soft chuckle rushing out from Emma's mouth. Chuckle that Regina promptly makes it disappear with one minute moan that has Emma's green eyes to grow dark with sudden interest in much much more.
They forget of course about who they may be watching them, too lost on each other's lips to really care.