March 1: Who makes the first move? How does it go?
Regina was awoken by a coughing fit. She'd been suffering badly from the flu for the past few days and was feeling thoroughly miserable. As she tried to catch her breath she felt a hand rub soothing circles on her back. Her breathing began to regulate and she pondered the fact that she had no memory of Robin coming over. She burrowed closer into the chest that she was lying on and froze. As far as she was aware, Robin didn't have breasts... and her head was definitely lying on two soft, womanly mounds. The sharp, shocked intake of breath that followed filled her nostrils with the aroma of cinnamon and she was suddenly well aware of whose cleavage she was nestled in.
"Miss Swan!" Regina shrieked, scrambling into a sitting position and flicking on the bedside lamp.
"...'gina...wos wrong?" Emma murmured, almost incoherent in her sleeping state.
"Emma! Wake up! Why are you in my bed?!" Regina demanded, staring aghast at the dishevelled blonde that she had just been cuddling with.
Emma slowly opened her eyes, squinting at the light. "You don't remember?" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows at the brunette who was pulling the covers up under her chin to protect her modesty, even though she was fully dressed in a pair of slate grey satin pyjamas.
"Obviously not!" Regina spat, glaring at Emma, who was slowly repositioning herself so that she too could lean against the headboard.
"Well... It's Saturday, or Sunday now I guess, I don't know what time it is..." Emma began to ramble.
"Get to the point Emma!" Regina urged.
"You and Henry were supposed to come over for pizza and movies, but Henry showed up alone. He said you were sick..." Emma continued hesitantly, glancing at the mayor out of the corner of her eye.
"So you decided to just come over here and get in bed with me in my vulnerable state?!" Regina cut her off, eyebrows raised in challenge.
"No! I text you to see if you were okay and you said you thought you had fever and that you were just going to take some medicine and go to bed... I didn't hear from you again until about ten thirty when you called me..." Emma smirked as she spoke the last sentence which caused Regina to raise a questioning eyebrow. The brunette suddenly started to panic about what she had said.
"I called you...? I...don't remember" Regina stammered.
"Apparently not" Emma giggled, "but I'm certainly not going to forget that phone call any time soon. 'Emma, I'm sicky. Come kiss me better'..." Emma continued in a baby voice, stifling the laughter that threatened to overtake her.
"I did NOT say that!" Regina declared, folding her arms and trying to maintain a regal composure, even though anxiety was setting in.
"Believe me, you said it" Emma grinned.
"So... What? You just came over and... and..." Regina threw out her hand and waved it in the air.
"Of course not! I would never take advantage of you like that!" Emma declared, her emerald green eyes widening in indignation.
Regina softened slightly at Emma's incredulous tone and clasped her hands in her lap, waiting for the blonde to continue.
"I told you that that would be a bad idea and that maybe you should call Robin instead... You scoffed at that and said he smelled like campfire and demanded that the sweet smelling saviour come and save her queen from pesky illness" Emma laughed.
"So you came over then?" Regina inquired, a blush starting to creep up her neck.
"No... I told you to go to sleep and that I would come check on you in the morning" Emma explained, thoroughly enjoying the rare sight of seeing Regina out of her comfort zone.
"So how did we end up like this?" Regina questioned, gesturing between the two of them.
"You told me that disobeying a direct order from the queen was treason... and then you poofed me over here..." Emma smirked with a glint in here eye.
"I did NOT!?" Regina demanded, chocolate brown eyes wide with shock and mouth agape.
"Yup! Right into your bed. Luckily it's a cold night so I actually decided to wear pyjamas for once" Emma winked, causing Regina to blush a deeper shade of red.
"I... well... it must have been the fever, or the flu medicine, or a combination of both" Regina stuttered, trying desperately to regain her composure.
"Regina..." Emma said softly, reaching out and clasping the brunettes hand in hers, "you told me..."
"I did..?" Regina almost whispered, and Emma gently squeezed her hand in reassurance as she saw the mayor's eyes cloud in worry.
"Yes, and I told you that I have feelings for you too" Emma smiled sincerely.
"You do?" Regina asked, a look of relief washing over her face as Emma nodded in affirmation. "Did we... did you... um... kiss me better?"
Emma let out a sharp laugh and shook her head, "you begged me to, but I said no, that I wanted both of us to be able to remember our first kiss. I offered to cuddle you instead, and I guess we fell asleep".
"Good. I'm glad. Thank you" Regina smiled, as she stared in awe at their clasped hands. She had apparently told Emma that she had feelings for her, and Emma returned those feelings! She was still a bit shocked at the whole situation, but joy was quickly starting to seep in and overtake her.
Suddenly her body was wracked with another coughing fit. Emma moved closer and patted her back as she desperately tried to draw oxygen into her lungs. When the coughing subsided Emma asked if she was okay and looked at her with such concern that it made Regina's stomach flutter.
"No, no I'm not okay. I think I need the saviour to kiss me better" Regina regally announced, raising her eyebrows questioningly at Emma.
Emma chuckled and Regina's breath hitched as the blonde cupped her face in her hands and leaned forward, tenderly bringing their lips together for a kiss that left Regina truly breathless.