SwanQueen, Post-Season 6

Skipping up the stairs, Emma opened the door and slid her boots off. Dropping her car keys into the small china dish, she headed up the main stairs to her shared bedroom. Soft giggles interrupted the silence upstairs, and Emma frowned. Henry was at a friend's for the afternoon, and besides it sounded like a girl. Pushing the door open, her heart dropped as she looked at the bed she once shared with Killian. Oh, her "husband" was there, but so was the barmaid and a waitress. None of them had a stitch of clothing on, but at least Hook had the decency to be ashamed. Emma could hear her name being called, but she ignored him as she put her boots back on and ran out of the door.

Ignoring the incoming storm clouds, the blonde entered the only grocery store and bought an eight-pack of beer, and went back out into the inclimate weather. Heading to the nearby park, she plopped down on a bench, and cracked open a bottle. Sipping the cool amber liquid, she squashed the urge to scream until her throat was raw. Her mind was racing, and tumbling as she stared at the pond. She really thought she had found someone who wasn't going to hurt her or lie to her. Someone she could trust, and know that it was well-placed. Reaching into the box, Emma was disappointed to find it empty. Staggering just a little, she gathered the box and empty bottles and tossed them in the nearby trash can. The sky chose that moment to crack open and pour chilling rain. Thunder crackled nearby, and she jumped. Where could she go? She didn't want to go to that house, and she didn't want to show up at the loft drunk and crying. Curling up under a tree, she pulled her legs close to her. Resting her forehead against her knees, Emma started crying again. Why would he do this? They could have had everything together, and he chose to throw it all away. Another, louder, crack of lightning brought her out of musings. She had to leave and get inside, but where? She really didn't want to see her parents. Regina. She would know what to do.

Emma stumbled her way to the mayor's mansion, and up the sidewalk. She didn't have to knock though, because the door opened as she reached it. Her friend stood in the open doorway, and just beckoned her inside. Once Emma was inside, it was like she had lost all of her energy and just sort of crumpled in the tiled foyer. She wasn't alone though, and she sunk into the arms surrounding her. A few moments later, and Emma could feel the tears subside. Sitting up, she looked at Regina.

"I'm sorry 'Gina. I just...I needed to go somewhere, and I really didn't want to see my parents right now." The mayor just smiled softly in return.

"I told you before, Emma. You're more than welcome here." Emma couldn't miss the gleam in her friends eyes, and before she could even think about it, she kissed Regina. The brunettes eyes grew wide, before closing and returning the kiss. Just for a second though, before ending the kiss.

"Emma, don't get me wrong. I have wanted to kiss you, but not like this. You're obviously hurting, and I want you kissing me because you're absolutely certain of what you're doing."

" Gina, please?" Emma's voice cracked a little. "Hook did exactly what I should have known he would, but that doesn't mean I don't know what I am doing." She gathered Regina's hands in hers. "Please, 'Gina. I want to feel something other than this pain." Regina knew she shouldn't give in, but she could the honesty in the shining green eyes. A cloud of purple smoke surrounded them, and they were in Regina's room upstairs.