This is my very first time writing for Swan Queen and it's also the longest fanfic I've written. Super nervous about posting this as I don't often share my writing but here it goes.
Neither were sure when it happened, was it that first time they met or sometime later during all the battles with darkness both inner and outer.
It started off small but somehow managed to escape even themselves into something out of their own control.
There was so much fire and passion involved.
The very first time they kissed it had started with an argument and turned into something a lot more. Their lips fiercely meeting, each one trying to gain dominance over the other. Neither spoke of their encounter but that didn't stop it from happening again. Before either knew what was happening they'd ended up in the bedroom still with that power struggle. Nails scraping into skin, marring each other leaving bruises and bite marks. In the end though they'd curl up in bed holding onto each other and soaking up the others presence till morning came when they'd say nothing to each other but exchange a quick nod which said everything.
Along the way things got more complicated between them. All the passion was still there but it also became about taking care of each other. The touches gentler more caressing.
Still neither said a thing and both were struggling with internal battles over what it all meant.
So this is how Emma ended up on Regina's doorstep taking a deep breath before knocking. The moments before the door opened were agonising her heart beating so hard at what she knew she was about to do at what needed to be done. Her body shook slightly as she tried to keep herself composed.
"Regina" she breathed out upon seeing the other woman.
The briefest flash of confusion shot across the mayors face but before she could get a word out Emma was already speaking again. "I think we need to talk"
Regina's only reply was to nod and stand aside letting the blonde enter her house.
Once stepping inside there was a brief awkward moment where Emma hovered in the foyer as Regina closed the door and turned to face her. At this precise moment words seemed to have failed her and she found herself stammering.
"Well Miss Swan, spit it out." Regina being ever the expert at hiding her true feelings wore a mask of indifference.
This did not help Emma's current predicament as she gawped back at the brunette. Maybe this was a mistake after all. No, all those moments together meant something.
"Regina, look I just wanted to say that I want more from us. I mean I like what we have now but we could be more."
"You're insinuating that there is even an us to begin with." Only a slight quiver in her voice gave away her true feelings that was undetectable to most.
"Don't push me away, please. We don't have to make it official or anything, just maybe spend some time together where it's not just y'know sex."
Regina narrowed her eyes contemplating what Emma had just said. It was a lot for her to take in but she couldn't deny to herself that there wasn't something there. She felt something for this woman standing in front of her. There was a lot of risk though, they could both end up hurt and not to mention Henry.
Put out slightly by the long pause Emma wanted to say something more, to persuade her.
When she next opened her mouth the words just came tumbling out. "We can take this one step at a time, not even label it a relationship till you're ready, till we're both ready. I just know I want to spend time with you, get to know you."
"Ok"
"Wait, what?" Emma had not allowed herself the hope of maybe this would work out so the response made her question whether she'd heard right.
"I said Ok, Miss Swan. We shall see where this goes."
Emma's face lit up. "Ok then, so when are you going to stop calling me Miss Swan and use my name."
Regina turned towards her living room, gesturing for the other to follow and using that moment when the blonde was behind her to hide the smile that had spread across her features.
"I believe I've spoken your name plenty of times, Emma."
Emma's cheeks reddened slightly as they both sat down, knowing that Regina was referring to their bedroom escapades.
A smirk was playing across Regina's lips.
From there they talked for hours, it was easier than either had expected. Emma did most of the talking with Regina hanging onto her every word. It was only when they realised how late it was that reluctantly Emma left. Both women went to bed that night feeling content, happy even, this was the start of something good.
