Author's Note: I do not own Once Upon a Time or its characters. Just a fan
Regina watched Emma as she slept. It had been a long week for the sheriff – so long that when she came to bed, Emma never even touched her beyond giving her a quick kiss.
It was odd.
They had never just shared a bed.
It wasn't how their relationship worked. It was based on a mutual, sexual attraction.
Yet, was Emma in her bed just sleeping.
What did it mean? If Emma was so tired, why didn't she go to her own bed? Why come here if there was no intention to have sex?
It confused Regina, which was why she was merely watching the blonde sleep.
Was this going to become a thing? Would there be other times Emma came over only to sleep? And what if it became more than that? What if she started to stay for breakfast, or came over for dinner?
Regina shook her head. She was being silly. Emma was merely tired that was it. She was reading too much into this simple act. She knew the sheriff had no feelings for her, or desire for anything beyond her body.
And Regina knew she had hid her feelings for Emma deep enough that it was impossible for her to know that all Regina wanted was more nights like this, and mornings of waking up in her arms.