Blame It On The Alcohol
Regina woke up in unfamiliar arms, in a strange bed. What really shocked her was that she was naked…and being held by the all too familiar blonde.
She almost jumped out of her own skin, but she couldn't move. Slowly she lifted up the blanket and dropped it as if it had burned her. Emma was naked too and what made it worse was that she couldn't remember a thing.
'Ahhhh! What are you doing in my bed…wait did we…we couldn't of…could we have?'
Regina carefully moved back covering herself carefully. She composed her hair, trying to be as dignified as possible.
'It was obviously a mistake Miss Swan. We should go our separate ways and never speak of this again.'
Emma rubbed her forehead. 'Don't you think if we had sex last night that it means something? I mean there is this…attraction we have. Don't you think we should act on it? See where it goes?'
Regina raised an eyebrow, 'And what would that accomplish? I'm not someone to scratch you itch Miss—'
Emma cut her off with a passionate kiss and Regina couldn't help but kiss back.