Anonymous asked you: Hmmmm. Ok take this one: Regina and Emma argue, as usual, but suddenly out of no where Emma cuts Regina off and asks "are you into women, Regina?" Mayor Mills' wtf face would be priceless. Haha! Take anyway you want it.

AN: Anon… I love you. Every time I read this prompt as I tried to figure out how I was going to fill my many, many prompts, I smiled. Because the 'WTF?' face would be priceless!

Emma was sitting in the small booth next to the door with her hot cocoa in her hands warming them from the bitter chill the outside brought. She had rid herself of her coat but kept her hat—the one with the tassels and the puffball on top. She took a sip from the deliciousness in the mug and sat back enjoying the quiet the mid-morning diner hubbub brought.

At least that's what she thought she was going to do, but the diner door opened and Madam Mayor Regina Mills herself walked into the restaurant. She turned and saw the blonde, "Sheriff Swan." She greeted curtly with a wicked smirk before sitting down across from her.

"Madam Mayor. What are you doing here? At the diner? At 10:30 in the morning?" With each question, Emma's tone flattened more.

"Well, I went to the station, but came to find it empty. So, I thought to myself, 'where oh where would I go if I were the Sheriff and wanted to slack off as per usual'?" She shed her coat from her shoulders and gave the sheriff a winningly sarcastic smile.

"I do not slack off!"

"It's 10:30 in the morning and you're sitting in the diner." Regina raised a brow.

"Yeah, I'm working on a case." She said nonchalantly.

"What case?"

"The case I'm working on."

Regina gave her an unimpressed look, "Really Sheriff?"

"What do you want, Madam Mayor?" Emma took another sip from her cocoa before putting the mug to the side and leaning forward.

"I want you to do your job."

"I am doing my job."

"No. You're sitting here, drinking cocoa and annoying me."

"Hey, I was here first. You sat with me. Tell me, Madam Mayor, why do you do that?"

"Why do I do what?"

"Why do you constantly seek me out and pick fights for no reason?"

Regina narrowed her eyes and knit her brows, "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."

"I think that you do. No matter where I am, who I'm with, or what I'm doing, you randomly force your way into my life and try to torture me."

"I force my way into your life? Really? You came to my town, and constantly try to take my son away from—!"

"Okay, first off, the kid found me. And I've told you over and over and over that I just want to make sure he's okay before I leave, and you know what? He's not!"

"And I suppose that's my fault right?"

"Hey lady, just because other people have thrown that card at you doesn't mean I'm that low." Emma paused, taking a breath, "You're a good mom. I mean, you're a bitch to deal with and a complete asshole of a person generally speaking, but you're a damn good mom. He might not see it, but I do. So no. It's not your fault Regina." She sat back, "What is your fault is if you screw up this case for me."

"What case? You are not actually working on a case." She shook her head—mainly wrapping the idea of actually receiving a compliment from Emma Swan.

"Yes I am."

"Then tell me what case."

"No. It's private."

"I'm the Mayor. I have to know what you're—"

"No you don't. If you knew everything I did at all times, you'd have no time to do what your real job is. You have real responsibilities, Regina."

"And part of that responsibility is making sure you do your job."

"And I would be doing it if you would let me. Just because you had Graham in your…" She trailed off and thought of a different phrase, "Just because you had Graham wrapped around your…" Welp, that wasn't right, "Had Graham at your beck and—had Graham tell you everything that was going on at the police station doesn't mean that I have to."

"Actually it does."

"No it doesn't. What the hell kind of logic is that. I'll bet that your knowledge of the police station was all of your pillow talk with him."

"Sheriff Swan." Regina's tone was cold and scolding.

"No, it was, wasn't it?" Emma was grinning just a little bit.

Regina shook her head, "There is a line, Sheriff, and you have crossed it."

Emma only let her grin turn to a smirk, "I know. I'm just trying to see how far you'll let me take things."

"You're testing me? What for?"

The blonde only shrugged, "No reason."

"No!" She was frustrated, but she wasn't sure why, "You are telling me something today. You won't tell me about work, so you will tell me this."

Emma tilted her head to the side and narrowed her eyes, "Are you into women, Regina?" It took everything inside her not to laugh at the woman's reaction.

"I beg your pardon?" She tried to mask her shock.

"At the very least are you into at least one woman—into me?"

Regina started to stand, "Sheriff I am not going to discuss this with you."

"You think I'm gorgeous. You want to kiss me." She chuckled as she continued on quoting Sandra Bullock, "You want to huuuug me. You want to love me. You want to hug me. You want to smooch me."

"Sheriff Swan!" She threw her coat back on and stalked out.

"What did you do now?" Ruby came around the diner to the table.

"Whatever are you talking about?" Emma smirked.

Ruby gave her a sly smirk, "She just stormed out of here, I think that you did something and you know it."

Emma only gave a wide, sly grin, "Well… I do what I can."

AN: TBC? I think I could make this two or three parts… It's up to you all…