Title: Idiosyncrasies

Summary: An irrational and abnormal guide to losing and winning an argument with Regina Mills.

A/N – Totally fluffy and quick. Wouldn't leave my head, so here it is. Enjoy! - SQG

For a split second, Emma contemplated not following her.

After all, it was what a normal, rational person would do.

A normal, rational person would walk away from their irrationally cranky girlfriend and give her some space.

A normal, rational person most definitely would NOT follow their "ex-Evil Queen", irrationally cranky girlfriend into her study when she explicitly said she wanted to be left alone.

Emma had always prided herself on not being normal however, so follow her she did.

Honestly, Regina was being childish and they both knew it. They'd end up angry at each other for hours, over nothing, and then one of them, usually Emma, would poke the bear in cautious humility because Regina would refuse to lose face.

This time, she wasn't going to have it.

She watched from the doorway, leaning against the frame as Regina sat her glass of whiskey down hard on the mahogany tabletop. Much harder than necessary, but that was the point, after all.

"Are you seriously going to tell me that you are this mad because I forgot to pick up the dry cleaning?"

Regina's back stiffened for a moment, but she said nothing.

Emma pushed off of the door frame and wondered into the room, planting herself unceremoniously on the same couch a few moments later.

Regina, for her part, scooted away.

Albeit regally.

"It is about responsibility, Ms. Swan. You promised me you would do something and you did not do it."

She was grasping at straws and they both knew it.

It's why she hadn't bothered to look Emma in the eye.

Ms. Swan was just the icing on the cake.

Emma saw right through it.

Regina had overreacted because she was annoyed at Snow (shocking) and was now trying to play it off so she didn't have to apologize for being unreasonable. (Also shocking).

There were some queenly habits that did not just go away.

Emma figured that having the right to be irrational was apparently one of them.

The blonde felt the smile tug at her lips as she made a show of scooting across the leather sofa towards the rigid brunette. Chancing a glance out of the corner of her eye, Emma found her sitting at the far side, arms and legs crossed and head turned resolutely away from her.

So, she did the only sensible thing to do in the moment.

She scooted closer.

"You know. You're awfully cute when you're mad."

The words were laced with the grin fighting to escape and Regina turned slightly to look at the blonde from the corner of her eye. Emma's eyebrows were raised, a small innocent smile on her lips.

For a solid minute silence hung in the air as Regina sat resolutely like a child, cross legged and arms folded over her chest.

"Well, you're not very cute when I'm mad, so."

A grin split the blonde's face in two and Regina found herself fighting the smile that wanted to answer it. It tugged at the corners of her mouth once.

Twice.

Three times before she rolled her eyes, sighed dramatically and uncrossed her arms.

"Fine. But no sex tonight."

With that regal declaration, Regina pushed herself off of the couch towards the door.

Emma huffed once in laughter as she pushed her way behind her.

"Woman, please. I got mad skills."

Regina's low rumble of laughter greeted her in reply and Emma merely smiled once again before flipping the light and following Regina back into the kitchen