Having fallen head over heels with Once upon a time, I decided I just HAD to write a fic (Or at least attempt one) Apologies for the language! But it kind of works.

Hope you guys enjoy this! It was going to be a one shot, but it's developed into a short multi-chapter story.

I'm, frankly, addicted to reviews! So even if it is to hurl abuse, I love to hear what you think! Enough of my rambling! On with the fic!

Emma felt a headache begin viciously set in. Groaning, she gripped her forehead, covering her eyes from the too bright sun coming through the curtains. She paused. This isn't my bed.. oh fuck! Gingerly she opened her eyes, where the hell... oh holy fuck-balls. Her jaw literally dropped when she saw the figure stirring beside her.
Regina released a low moan, before grumbling to herself, "What the hell was in that bloody punch?"When her eyes opened, she released a cry of surprise.
Yelling herself, both women flung themselves out of bed. Emma grabbing a pillow to try and hide herself, Regina took the sheet.
The two stood staring at each other in horror. It was Regina who found her voice first, "Sherriff Swan what the hell are you doing in my bed?!"
The blonde shook her head with wide eyes, "I haven't got a fucking clue! What the hell happened last night?"
Taking in her own, and Emma's nakedness, the mayor's eyes took on a look of hopelessness, "I can't remember, but I could make a good guess."
Looking around the room Emma frowned, "Where are my clothes?"
Scanning the room, Regina was barely holding it together, "That is a very good question."
Something black jammed under the ajar bedroom door caught her eye. "Is that?"
Tilting her head, Regina made her way over to the door, picking up a pair of black lace panties, "Well they aren't mine." Emma couldn't help but Tossing them to the Sherriff, she looked around the door, "Oh dear God."
Pulling on her panties, and wrapping Regina's robe around herself, she went to the door, "What..." For the second time that morning, her jaw dropped, "What the fuck did we do?"
The landing had been trashed, the table at the top of the stairs had toppled over and the vase of flowers which had been atop it, lay smashed on the floor. The mirror hung lopsided, and had a bra hanging from one of its corners. Moving quickly, Regina snatched it to her chest, "Well this one is mine."
"Ah shit."
Sighing, Regina turned, "What now?"
Emma pointed to the chandelier hanging above the staircase, "And that one is mine."

They found the beginning of the trail of clothes at the door, where there lay Regina's button-less shirt, and Emma's ripped T-shirt.
As an awkward silence fell, Emma casually scooped up the tattered white fabric and held it up, "Something tells me, this isn't really going to cover anything." She frowned, "Where is my jacket?"
As Regina looked to the side of the door, she sighed, "There."
The Crystal bowl on the porch table was now on the floor, partially covered by the red leather jacket.
Emma shrugged, "At least it didn't break it."
Eyeing the other woman cynically, she sighed, "Thank heavens for small graces."

Having borrowed one of Regina's shirts, Emma sat down as the brunette handed her a mug of coffee. Sitting on the sofa opposite, "Right. We need to work out how the hell we ended up here."
Emma nodded, "The last thing I remember was..." Her brows knitted together, "I was at the punch bowl, talking to Mr Gold. I poured myself a cup."
Regina nodded, her eyes lighting up a little, "I remember that, I came over, and you handed me a glass. After that..." She sighed, "Nothing."
Running a hand through her hair, Emma worried her lip, "We need to ask someone else who was there what happened."
Regina nodded, then shook her head, "And tell them what? I can imagine your mother will love that one! 'Hello Snow. Would you care to help us piece together last night, because your daughter and ended up in bed with each other and we'd like to know how?!' Oh, I can imagine her being absolutely thrilled at that prospect." She rolled her eyes and grumbled cynically, "I have a feeling they would quickly change their stance on executing me."
Before she could register the words, Emma said seriously, "I wouldn't let them hurt you."
Raising an eyebrow, Regina took a sip of her coffee. Suddenly her eyes widened, "Oh god! How could I have forgotten! Where is Henry?"
Emma's eyes were like plates, "Ohmygod! Tell me he isn't here!"
The pair sprang from the sofa and tore up the stairs. Both released heavy sighs of relief when they found their son's room blissfully empty. Regina frowned, "Then where is he?"
"Mary... I mean Snow and Charming probably took him home with them."
As Emma blinked an image flashed before her eyes.
Looking over to the booth they had been sitting at, she smiled at the sleeping Henry. From across the room, David walked over and scooped up his grandson. Turning to her, he said, "Your mother and I are going to go home now." His eyes rested on Regina, who was comfortably within Emma's personal space.
Grinning, she nodded eagerly, "Yeah I'll be fine! See you later!"

"Emma?" The blonde snapped out of whatever it was, as Regina waved in front of her eyes, "What was that?"
"Memory from last night, Charming and Snow did take Henry back."
"Anything else?"
Shrugging, she sighed, "Unfortunately, no."
Brushing her hair away from her eyes, Regina sighed, "We don't really have a choice do we?"
Shrugging sympathetically, Emma nodded, "Yeah, if it makes you feel any better they'll probably hang me too."
With a low chuckle Regina actually smiled, "Well, I suppose that is some consolation."
Rolling her eyes, Emma cast an amused frown at the other woman, "Way to think positively your majesty."

So, worth continuing?