The TV show announced itself by the lather loud blaring of the rather long theme song. Or, more accurately, Emma's version of it. The blonde happily blared along with the lyrics of the catchy theme song to the surprisingly uplifting show about women in prison.
"And you've got ti-time, and you've got tiiii-iiii-iiimeeee" Emma blared along, finding herself hopping on the couch along with the song. Regina couldn't help but take a peek at her wife, dancing and singing. It was ridiculously long for a theme song and had started to get on Regina's nerves after the third time in one day. Still, Emma dramatically doing a spontaneous karaoke with it made it a lot more bearable.
Emma spotted her wife standing in the doorway to the kitchen and grinned at her, not even mildly embarrassed at Regina having found her dancing and blaring along to the TV show tune. "If you want to watch come sit here with me, don't stand there and pretend you don't care."
"I don't pretend I don't care, I really don't." Regina answered sharply, realizing too late that her comeback could have been slightly more eloquent. Still, it was better than half the things that came out of Snow White's mouth on a daily basis. She told herself as much as she continued to stand in the doorway.
"Bitch." Commented Emma as soon as Vee appeared on screen. Regina raised her brows at the activities going on on screen, where a group of women were rolling cigarettes. Regina wasn't familiar with the ways of correctional facilities in this country, but highly doubted that such a thing was supposed to be going on.
"Did that kind of thing happen in your prison too?" Regina asked, her curiosity and skepticism having grown bigger than her desire to seem uninterested in her wife's latest obsession. Emma smirked at Regina's question, knowing that her wife had been sneaking glances at the show when she thought Emma wasn't looking. Yet she shook her head. "I went to jail, not to prison. It was a lot less fun than this seems on there." She said wryly as she gestured to the television where the women seemed to be having a surprisingly good time, considering most of them would have to spend many good years locked up. Regina nodded, not interested in dragging up more memories of her wife's incarceration. It was, like many things, in the past. They were glad for it.
"Where's the brunette? The one with the glasses?" Regina asked suddenly, having slowly moved from her spot in the doorway towards the couch, now leaning on the back of it. Emma turned around and gave her wife another crooked grin.
"You mean the hot one? The one you like?"
Regina did her best to glare at her wife, but Emma's ability to see when she was lying made lying about it as futile as the series protagonist pretending she wasn't attracted to the tall, drugs dealing brunette. Emma shrugged again. "It's okay, I like her too. I mean, she is hot." She smirked at her wife, a challenging glint in her eyes. "And her name is Alex and you know it. It wouldn't surprise me if you've been watching this in secret, the way you gawk when I turn the show on."
"I am gawking because I can't imagine what television show could capture your attention for hours straight, seeing as you normally have the attention span of a three year old." Regina quipped, smirking at her reply.
Emma gave a pout and turned back to the television, knowing that her wife wouldn't leave for the kitchen any time soon. "Anyway, she's not a lot in this season. It was kinda a big deal actually, especially for the Piper Alex shippers." She counted herself firmly into that group of people and suspected that Regina probably would too, but she wasn't ready yet to hurtle the entire fandom and all its craziness at the woman.
"Wasn't she with that insipid husband of hers?" Regina inquired and Emma chuckled at her wife's description of Larry. The brunette slowly moved around the couch, apparently having decided that there was no fooling Emma either way.
"Yeah Larry. Nobody cares about him. He's got a storyline somewhere but I mostly use his scenes as a bathroom break." Emma waved in the general direction of the bathroom and Regina raised an eyebrow.
"But you can pause it at any time, can't you? Wasn't that a big part of why you wanted this subscription?" Regina inquired and Emma shrugged, never taking her eyes away from the television.
"Yeah but that doesn't mean you should waste time on useless scenes with Larry the unlikely."
Regina chuckled at the blonde's description and Emma turned towards her.
"Alex kinda reminds me of you, you know?"
"What, because I ruined your life at a young age and later came back to haunt you?" Even though the words were said with playful attitude, Emma could hear the insecurity and fear that hid itself in the deep layers of Regina's voice. Emma smiled softly.
"Well I actually meant that you're a hot brunette –"
"Emma!" Regina playfully slapped Emma on the head, but Emma dodged the blow and turned around, pressing the woman into the back of the couch and slowly leaning in to press a kiss to her lips to silence her.
"- And you feel inevitable to me." She murmured, earning a slight chuckle from Regina.
"You stole that line from the show." Regina mumbled, slowly kissing Emma.
Emma grinned against her wife's lips. "I knew you were watching it."
"I am not." Regina protested, but Emma cut her off with another kiss.
"You are. Now shut up." She whispered, pulling the brunette closer towards her.
"I'll have to, or the Sherriff might throw me in prison." Regina quipped, always striving to get the last word in.
"Jail, Regina, I'd throw you in jail." Emma grinned, pressing another kiss to her mouth. Regina mumbled a reply, but it was too muffled against Emma's lips to hear. Neither really cared about it, either.
No further words were spoken.
