SO, THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE BASICALLY A CRACKFIC. IT'S NOT THE FUNNIEST ONE I'VE DONE, BUT *SHRUGS*. THANKS FOR READING!
I DO NOT OWN ONCE UPON A TIME. IT BELONGS TO ABC.
Emma's happily minding her own business, reading a magazine. Well, she's in Regina's chair (the brunette still hasn't cleared her stuff from the office) with her feet propped up on the desk, but she isn't destroying anything. Regina comes in, already in a bad mood from God knows what, and stops short.
"What are you doing there?" She snaps.
"Waiting for you." Emma replies. Next thing she knows, a fireball is whizzing past her, burning a hole into the wall behind her. "What the Hell, Regina!?" She sprints in the brunette's direction. Regina takes off to her car. The two engage in a pursuit. Emma now wishes she'd taken the cruiser, but her bug seems to be going fast enough. Please don't fall apart, she thinks as she barrels down the road at an unsafe speed. Regina skids to a stop in her driveway. She slams the car door closed and makes a run for the front door. We can play a giant game of hide and seek until Henry gets home in ten minutes, Regina mentally creates a plan. Emma pulls in right behind her, so fast that she rear-ends the Lincoln. The blonde runs into the house, smirking when she realizes that Regina forgot to lock it. Then she begins searching. No, Regina isn't cowering behind her apple tree. She isn't in the bathroom, either. Nor in Henry's room. Then Emma checks her bedroom. Of course Regina decides to hide behind the door.
"I'm sorry." The brunette apologizes. "I'm just frustrated."
"And your solution is to literally take my head off?" Emma crosses her arms.
"I admit I may have overreacted…" Regina steps into the open, regaining her usual confidence from the other woman's challenging stance. "But you hijacked my desk."
"Oh, I'm going to hijack something alright." In one swift motion, Emma grabs Regina and throws her onto the bed, her lips crashing against the ex–mayor's.
"Emma." Regina moans, arching her hips up toward the blonde. She pulls at the sheriff's white tank top. "You need looser clothes."
"Then you wouldn't be able to check e out all day." Emma replies. Just as Regina gets her arms down to tug at the hem of Emma's tank top, footsteps pound up the stairs.
"Henry." They whisper unanimously.
"Mom, is everything okay? I saw the front door open and Emma's care and–oh. Um…"
"We were…" Regina struggles for an explanation.
"Your mom threw a fireball at me." Emma says, pushing the other woman off of her.
"You used that excuse last week." Henry rolls his eyes.
"This time it's true!" Regina uselessly insists.
I KNOW IT'S SHORT, I JUST COULDN'T GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD.