"Your shirts are so much comfier than mine," Regina whines from the bathroom.
Emma rolls her eyes, stepping in and holding out Regina's shirt. "I know, that's why I wear them. And I need that one for my run." Emma punctuates by jabbing the brunette in the ribs. Regina smacks her off playfully, retreating further into the bathroom.
"I'm not taking it off, so you'll have to make me," she chants childishly. Emma's eyes widen at the challenge before she smirks and shrugs.
"Okay fine, I'll just have to run without a top then..." she starts, grabbing the bottom of her tank top and pulling it over her head. Regina gulps, licking her dry lips.
Emma stretches and flexes her muscles, clad only in short, skin tight running shorts and a sports bra- her entire toned torso on display for Regina. Emma smirks at her, placing her hands on her hips. "What? Something on my face?" she asks innocently.
Regina growls, jumping from the other side of the bathroom and grabbing her face, kissing her lips fiercely. "You'll burn more calories with me than with running, dear," she mutters against her lips.
Emma grins, grabbing Regina and walking backwards towards the door. "You are so much better looking than the forest," Emma teases. Regina rolls her eyes and pulls Emma close.
"Shut up and kiss me, idiot," she says, a small smirk on her lips.
"Gladly, Your Majesty."