Emma was reading the newspaper and enjoying her Friday morning cup of coffee when the bell above the front door rang loudly, indicating a customer had just entered. As she scoured the 'for rent' section of the paper, she noticed the diner had gone nearly silent, save for the waitresses behind the counter conversing with each other. Even some of the diners hastily threw money down on their tables and left.

"Madame Mayor." Granny was the first person to speak.

Way to clear out a room.

Emma ignored the new arrival completely and circled a few places she might be interested in with her pen. Ever since Mary Margaret and David had officially become exclusive, David had been spending nearly all his time at the loft. It wouldn't be so bad, except Emma was having to deal with the kissing, cuddling, proclamations of love, and sex going on nearly 24/7. Emma was not the fall-in-love type to begin with, and now that her roommate had taken a lover, she wanted Emma to have one too.

"Come on, Emma! Put yourself out there!" Mary Margaret pestered her one night. "I'm sure there are lots of single men out there dying to get a date with Storybrooke's newest sheriff!"

"I don't date. Besides that, I'm gay," Emma had responded before shoving a handful of popcorn in her mouth.

Mary Margaret had faltered, then. "Oh. Well, I'm sure you'll find someone. You don't want to be alone forever, do you?"

Emma could barely stomach it as the pixie-haired woman grabbed a hold of David's hand. "I'm just glad I found myself a Prince Charming." Mary Margaret added, staring dreamily up at her boyfriend.

Emma had then called it a night and snuck off to her room with a bottle of brandy, opting to forget about her loveless love life with some quality girl on girl porn and a purple vibrator.

"Red pen. You must have a serious dilemma, Sheriff." Emma rolled her eyes at the sound of the mayor's voice.

"I never knew you were a 'look over shoulder' type. I bet Henry just loves that," Emma commented as she circled another opening.

Regina moved from behind her to the seat across from her. Emma noticed she was dressed rather casual, choosing a purple pastel skirt and white button up as opposed to her regular black-themed pantsuit.

"I have a proposition for you."

"And I have a whole day off to spend alone," Emma responded. "Don't you have some mayor work to take care of?"

Regina completely ignored her question. "You'd rather spend the day alone than with your son?"

Emma did look up at the her then. "Wednesdays and Sundays are my days with him. That's all you would grant me. Besides, he's in school."

Ruby brought over Regina's regular breakfast of an English muffin and tea, casting an odd glance at Emma as she noticed the two were being rather civil toward each other. Regina waved her away as if she were an annoying fly and turned her attention back to Emma.

"The school was closed today for staff meetings. You would know that if you had bothered to look at Henry's schedule I sent with him last Wednesday."

Emma opened her mouth to retort but abruptly closed it as a memory came to mind. Henry had said it was unimportant so she had chucked it away in the garbage can. Sneaky little shit.

Regina smirked knowingly before taking a sip of her tea. "You may stay at my place rent free. More time with Henry, less time with the school teacher and her newest victim."

Emma snorted. "Stay with you? I love Henry, but I don't think I could stand being around you nearly 24 hours a day. Besides, rent free? Bullshit. What's the catch?"

Regina's face darkened. "I will not tolerate that kind of language in my house. And certainly not around my son."

Emma noticed her extra emphasize on the word 'my'. Seems as though Emma has been stepping on the mayor's toes. She sat up straighter, knowing she hit a nerve.

"If you won't move in with us, then how about this—game night every Friday."

Emma's brows furrowed in confusion. "I never thought you would be one for Twister, Madame Mayor."

Regina shifted in her chair. "Yes, well, Henry has been asking to spend more time with you so I thought a game night would be the perfect solution."

Emma took a sip of her coffee and shrugged. "Sure. See you tonight, then?"

Regina grabbed her tea and stood to go. "7 o'clock. Don't be late."

"Hey, Regina." Emma found herself calling to the woman as she took a step away from the table.

Regina turned back. "Yes, Miss Swan?"

"If you get bored you have my number. Most of the time I'm at home watching re-runs of Friends and trying to drown out the sound of sex. You can call if you ever wanna talk."

Regina scoffed. "As if I would waste my time talking to someone of your intelligence."

Emma watched her go without another word. She recognized the look in the older woman's eyes all too well. Regina Mills was lonely.

Emma arrived at the Mills' residence quarter after 7, her arms full of games (mostly from Mary Margaret) and junk food. She kicked the door with her foot a couple times before the door swung open. Regina glared at her, tapping her foot against the floor impatiently.

"You're late."

Emma raised an eyebrow. "You're wearing pajamas."

Regina looked uncomfortable at her observation. "It was Henry's idea."

Emma pushed her way past the woman and set her things on the dining room table. "I always pegged you as a skimpy nightgown kind of person."

"Why, may I ask, do you think of what I wear to bed?"

That stopped Emma right in her tracks. Did she hear sarcasm in the mayor's tone? Was Regina actually… flirting with her?

Emma opened a bag of pretzels and munched on one. "Why did you ask me to move in with you?"

Regina swatted the pretzel out of her hand. "I was doing you a favor. Besides, I was going to have you do things for me to make up for paying rent."

Emma smirked at her. "Like what? Folding your underwear? Dressing up as a French maid?"

Regina leaned in close to whisper in her ear. "Don't forget about cleaning the toys in my closet."

Emma's mouth dropped open. Before she could speak, Henry ran into the room in his pajamas, a wide grin on his face. "You brought Battlefield? Awesome!"

He frowned as he noticed Emma was still dressed in the clothes she had worn today. "You didn't wear pajamas."

"Sorry, kid. I didn't get the memo." Emma ruffled her son's hair and smiled when he hugged her waist tightly.

"I have some you can borrow." Regina pulled Henry back, earning herself a glare from Emma. "Henry, why don't you pick out a game while Emma gets changed?"

Emma trudged her feet as she followed the mayor upstairs to her room. As Regina searched her closet for a suitable pair of old pajamas (God forbid if Emma infected one of her good pairs), Emma rocked back and forth on her heels and awkwardly waited.

The blonde sputtered as a soft ball of laundry hit her in the face. "Just because I'm lending you my clothes does not mean you get to sleep in my bed," Regina remarked.

"So this is a sleepover party now?" Emma asked skeptically.

Regina rolled her eyes as if Emma had been informed of this. "What do you think 'wear pajamas' means, Miss Swan?"

"You didn't tell me to wear pajamas." Emma angrily ripped her tank top off and stepped out of her jeans.

Regina paused. "Well, now you know." Then she turned and headed back downstairs.

Emma stared after her, then shook her head and continued changing. Regina must be depressed over Graham. They still tolerated each other at best. And that was that.

4 hours later, Emma had beat everyone yet again at Candy Land. Regina looked bored as she threw her remaining cards down, and Henry's head kept bobbing forward from exhaustion due to him consuming half a bag of M&M's. Emma was the only one left with any spirit.

"I think we need to call it a night," Regina announced, beginning to pick up the pieces and stacking the games.

"Aw c'mon, Regina," Emma mumbled through the lollipop stuck in her mouth. "We've only played 4 games. It's still early."

"It's nearly midnight, Miss Swan. And if you haven't noticed, Henry is asleep."

Sure enough, Henry was zonked out with his head face-down in a bowl of chips. Emma picked the boy up in her arms, slinging him over her shoulder. Regina looked up and snorted. "My son isn't a sack of potatoes, you know."

Emma sighed and repositioned him. "I'm gonna put the kid to bed. You tapping out?"

Regina's forehead wrinkled in confusion. "Am I what?"

"Are you going to bed?" Emma asked slowly.

Regina draped Emma's jacket over the stack of games, taking extra care to make sure it was folded neatly despite always saying it made Emma look like a 'dirty street rat'. "I thought we could stay up. Have a few drinks. You're the one that said it was still early."

"Are you going to continue mocking me?" Emma snapped.

"Do you want the drinks or not?" Regina snapped right back.

Emma stared at her for a moment. "Fine."

When she returned to the dining room, two glasses of cider were sitting on the table. Regina was already sipping on hers. She smiled when she noticed Emma. "I thought you might enjoy my cider."

Emma slowly sat in the seat next to Regina. "Thanks," she mumbled quietly before taking a sip.

Immediately, her eyes watered and her throat burned. She coughed loudly as Regina chuckled.

"I forgot to mention I may have made it a tiny bit stronger than my last batch."

"Yeah, you seem to forget to mention a lot of things," Emma choked out as she gasped for air.

After finally learning how to drink again, Emma drank at least 4 glasses like a pro, attempting to take them as shots. Regina, meanwhile, was only on her second.

"C'mon 'Gina. You gotta catch up if you wanna beat me," Emma slurred, sloshing her drink onto the table.

"I'm fine, thank you," Regina answered with a smile.

Two drinks later, Emma was putting up a fight as Regina attempted to wrestle the bottle of cider from her hands. Emma had given up on pouring it into cups and had taken to drinking it straight from the source.

"Jus' one more drink," Emma pleaded.

"I have something else for you to try. It's in the kitchen, let me get it for you." Regina finally managed to take the bottle and quickly left the room.

She came back with a regular glass filled with a scotch-colored liquid. Emma quickly downed it. "It tastes sweet."

"It's an apple wine, dear," Regina answered, leaving out the fact that it was simply apple juice mixed with water to curb her excessive drunkness. "Do you want to play another game, Emma?"

Emma's eyes lit up. "Bring it on. I will kick your sexy ass!"

Regina took the blonde's hand and led her upstairs to her bedroom. "We're going to play leapfrog. Do you know the rules?"

Emma was oblivious as Regina began removing her clothing. "You jump over the person in front of you. I dunno how you win though."

Regina began removing Emma's clothes as well. "I'll show you."

Soon, both women were naked with Emma crouching behind Regina. "Now, Emma," Regina instructed over her shoulder, "you jump over me. Then I'll do you."

Emma nodded and clumsily grasped the woman's shoulders. Regina reached behind to grab a hold of her arms to steady her. The blonde laughed as she looked down. "Gina you have a freckle right on your ass!"

"Yes, Miss Swan. Now jump over me."

Emma did so, a bit clumsily. Just before she moved to get in position for Regina to jump, the woman stopped her.

"Stay right there," Regina said, her voice deep with lust.

Emma squirmed as the woman probed her pussy with her fingers. "Gina, I don't think this is how this game works."

Regina smacked her ass hard, making Emma yelp. "I said stay there."

Emma shut her eyes as she felt a warm tongue slide up and down her folds, just barely flicking her clit. Though her mind was foggy, she knew something was wrong with this picture. "If you wanted to tell me what to do, we shoulda just played Simon Says," Emma said.

Regina pulled back with a chuckle. "What a good idea, Miss Swan. I think that's the first one you've had since you came to town." She then tapped her fingers against Emma's hip. "My turn."

Emma got into position, well aware that her pussy was slick and throbbing now. Regina jumped then got into position. As Emma moved to take her turn, she was shoved backwards. In her drunken stupor, she landed on her back as she was unable to catch herself.

"Uh-oh. It looks like you lost." Regina loomed over her with a victoriously evil smile.

Emma tried to push herself up on her elbows, but the spinning room made her disoriented. "You cheated," she panted as Regina pushed her back down.

"Prove it," Regina challenged. Before Emma could answer, the woman was sticking her pussy onto Emma's face and tangling her fingers into her golden locks for balance.

Emma whimpered against her as Regina's juices leaked out onto her face. She would be lying if she said it didn't turn her on. Regina began riding her face in earnest, rubbing herself back and forth aggressively.

"You lost. Pay up, Miss Swan." The brunette's voice was low, but Emma still heard her.

She tentatively stuck her tongue out, gliding it up and down her wet folds. Regina moaned and pressed her face further into her. As Emma lost oxygen, she attempted to turn her head to the side. Regina fixed that by grabbing both sides of her face and planting herself right on top as if Emma were a throne.

"Are we doing a breath holding competition now?" Regina teased as Emma struggled to breathe.

Emma mumbled out a 'no'.

"Then get busy."

With Regina's full weight on top of her, all Emma could do was stick her tongue inside and maneuver it like a cock. Regina moaned as her walls clenched and squeezed it. She began bouncing in earnest, and as Emma looked up, she noticed the woman was aggressively pinching and pulling on her breasts as well.

Clenching her own thighs together to control the ache, Emma slid her tongue up and down, flicking Regina's clit and reveling in the tangy taste that was uniquely hers. Regina's moans became louder and higher pitched as her squelching sounds from a good dessert being had could be heard.

As Regina's silky walls clenched once more, Emma knew it was time to finish. She wrapped her mouth around the woman's clit, moaning as Regina yanked her hair in pleasure. "Don't stop! More Emma please more, ungghhh…"

Emma's response was to suck harder. Regina screamed and drove her pussy down farther, humping her face wildly. She came hard, with a warm, wet gush of juices entering Emma's mouth. The blonde swallowed it all in earnest before delving back in.

Regina tried to pull away as Emma wrapped her lips around her engorged clit once more, but Emma grabbed hold of her thighs and forced her to stay still, the woman's juices still flowing and dribbling down her chin.

"Oh fuck! Un, ugh, mmm…" Regina swore to the heavens as her sensitive pussy was forced to cum again.

"Enough!" Regina panted, breaking Emma's hold and falling back onto the carpet.

Emma blinked and licked her lips. "That was the best game of leapfrog ever."

Regina noticed the blonde's own wetness and smirked as she allowed her finger to swipe up her pussy. She sucked on her finger and winked at her. "Delectable."

Emma was nearly passed out when a slap to her throbbing pussy made her cry out. "What the hell was that for?!" She whined as she sat up.

Regina had already changed back into her pajamas and was holding a pillow and blanket. "You need to go to bed, Miss Swan. It's nearly 3 in the morning."

"Yeah, right." Emma grabbed her pajamas nearby and put them on. "Where do you want me to sleep?"

"The floor is fine." Regina tossed the bedding down to her.

Emma glared at her tiredly. "The floor? You have like a million guest rooms, but I'm not even worthy of your couch?"

Regina shrugged. "You have a dirty little cunt, Miss Swan. I won't have you staining my furniture."

"But— " Emma was cut off as Regina pointed down to her legs. Sure enough, she had soaked through her pajama pants, even with her underwear on.

"Fine," the blonde grumbled as she attempted to make a bed at the end of Regina's.

Regina gave her an evil smile. "Sweet dreams, Emma."