A/N: This story is a mix of a few One-Shots, one by chapter. I recieved prompts for each of them. I decided to share them with you. Enjoy!
Emma held her hand, hovering over the door. It had been days since she heard from Regina... Come to think of it, from either, well, part of Regina. And fear coiled deep in her belly.
She had been clear, right, when she told Regina she couldn't die? So. That silence didn't meant anything bad, right? They were just, hum, only plotting in each other backs, right?
Emma tried to convince herself. Regina couldn't die. She couldn't. She couldn't.
Ok. The fear had kept her awake for the last few days. It was so overwhelming, almost choking her.
Finally, she let her hand fall on the door, rasping a few times, a bit frenetic, hoping for an answer.
Thee door opened at her insistant pounding. Sounds seemed to come from the upper level, and Emma's throat constricted. Was Regina in danger? Without thinking twice, she ran upstairs, following the noises.
Relief flooded her when she saw a dark mane under the covers of the big bed. She was safe. Regina was...
Another head came out from under the sheets, with hair longer, but just as dark, and the brown eyes that looked into hers were a bit malicious. And then, the deep, sensual tone of Regina - No, the queen - purred, with a decadent smile.
"Well, well. The one we were waiting for. Here to join the fun, Miss Swan?"