Thanks for all the feedback; I wasn't sure if I was going to continue it, but I've come up with this bit to have more of a feel to the story.

Oh, and one more thing, I had originally planned for this to be a magic story, but as you see...there hasn't been much magic as of now; so, I might rethink that. Once again thank you, and I hope you enjoy.

A/N: I don't own ONCE or any of its characters; the plot is the only thing that is mine.

If I could have ran after her, I would have. But all I could manage at the moment was to speed up my high heeled feet, and wish to myself that by some weird chance Emma was close by or luckily, still outside the establishment.

Pushing through the doors, I stumbled outside, and my breath caught in my throat as I was fortunate enough to find her by the lamp post; her hand waving out to get the attentions of multiple taxis passing by on the street.

Letting out the breath I'd been holding, I approached cautiously, but stopped as I settled right behind her.

"Let me take you home, Emma," I offered as she kept trying to hail cabs, deaf to my soft pleads.

"Why?" she asked me, and her frigidly cold tone broke me like winter ice, "So, we can make sweet loving, and have you run off on me to go fuck my best friend?"

"Emma, I made a mistake—"

"I needed you! God, Regina, I fucking loved you," the hazel eyed girl threw at out angrily; catching the attention of people who were strolling by.

"And yet, you ran away from me," I told her.

She paled at that, as if I had slapped her, and then the vein on her forehead seemed as if it wanted to pop.

"Don't you even dare! Are you being serious right now?" she blanked; trying to control her anger, and holding back her tears.

It had been a low blow on my behalf, but I had never learned how to shut my mouth in moments like these.

I got closer to her, and when she noticed she took a step back; almost landing herself in the middle of the street.

"Can we just talk, please?"

"Talk about what? Six years, Gin, it's taken you six years to actually venture these waters…Thank you, but no thanks. You're a bit too late," she finished as she finally caught a driver's attention, and the taxi pulled over at the curb.

"Emma, please wait," I was quick to say as she got into the cab, "I don't expect you to forgive me; frankly, I don't deserve it, and I knew that the second I realized you weren't coming back," she closed her eyes, and sighed tiredly; her fingers tightly clutching her wristlet, "If it's about owing, then I am the one that owes you the world—I'm going to be staying in town for a while. I would really like it if you could come see me before I leave…"

And when her eyes fluttered open, they clearly told me she didn't give a damn whether I wanted to see her or not, and that pierced right through my awakening heart.

"Why are you doing this, Regina?" she asked me, and her voice seemed exhausted.

"Because all this time, Emma, I've always needed you the same, or maybe much more, than you needed me," I breathed out as I looked down into her neutral eyes; searching for something within them that would let me know I was getting through to her at this moment.

But, she seemed so grown up at the moment. She wasn't an eighteen-year old girl anymore, fresh out of high school, and deeply in love with her older girlfriend. No, she was twenty four, and she had evolved now into this beautiful woman. All of her was changed though, but I was set on bringing back the girl she had been before I had torn her heart out of her chest.

"You know? Your arrogant self would have been so much easier to deal with tonight," she confessed softly.

"My arrogant self is what let you leave that night," I finished for her before the driver honked the horn.

"Hey lady, are we leaving or what?" and the man couldn't be ruder.

"Yeah, sir, sorry," she muttered as she closed the door on me, and looked down into her lap just to look back up at me through the glass window.

She said something to the driver before she shook her head, and pulled down the window.

I could feel my eyes tearing a little bit as she eyed me with uncertainty, and she stretched out her hand, and that's when I saw the small card hanging loosely between her fingers.

"Don't make me regret this," she told me last before she tapped the driver's shoulder, and he nodded; putting the car into drive, and leaving me there to stand alone in the winter cold.

"I'm going to eat you all up, sweetheart," I remembered whispering into her opened lips as her legs were loosely wrapped around my waist; she blushed like a flustered schoolgirl as the words left my mouth, and her fingers played with the hairs that had let loose from my short ponytail.

"Baby," she murmured down to me, "Not right now," Emma continued as she kissed me in the mouth quickly and tried to flip us over with a giggle, but as I was a bit taller than her, and my figure was slightly larger than her s as well (even though delicate and too feminine), she fell right back onto the couch.

"Why not, nena?" I asked her as I started peppering kissed down her neck, and slipping my hands up underneath her tank top. She just caressed my hair, and I could feel the tender smile settling on her lips.

"Regina," she breathed with a laugh, and tightened her legs around me to still me in place.

I groaned playfully, and brought my head back up to look her in the eyes.

"C'mon, Regina," she began and her voice was soft, "You know my parents are coming over along with your mother, and we still haven't even started on dinner."

"Speak for yourself darling, my dinner has already begun," I teased with a grin as I dove to kiss her cheek, and she turned her head to capture my lips softly, and I took the moment to take her upper lip into my mouth and moan at the pleasantness of her gentle kiss.

Emma just hummed, and tangled her fingers into my hair as I tugged on her arms for a second to push the straps of her tank top down her arms, and pulled it right below her bra clad breasts.

She would always close her eyes when I would start undressing her as if she was embarrassed of her body, but that just made her a lot more adorable; the soft pink that covered her cheeks as her arousal took control of her body turned me on so badly.

I dragged my teeth across her collarbone; slightly trailing my tongue and receiving a breathy whimper in return as she thrust her hips softly against mine. I couldn't help but meet her in return for each of them, my hands now gripping her hips before bringing a hand up to cup her breast through the bra.

She hissed as her lips connected with my forehead in a kiss full of heat and want before letting her head hang back as my fingers played with the taut nipple concealed by the fine material of her bra.

Emma moaned, bit down on her lip as she stilled my hand; bringing it up to her lips, she lay a kiss on my palm.

And, I knew playtime was over.

"You have no idea how turned on I am right now, babe," she told me, and a girlish giggle left the depths of her throat, "but I really don't want to get caught by our parents with you buried between my breasts," Emma smiled sheepishly, and I couldn't help but chuckle as well.

"Okay," I told her, "but, I want them gone after dessert, yeah?" I could feel that predatory grin encase my mouth, "Because I'm taking you off to bed early."

"Yes, ma'am," and our lips met in a chaste kiss I wish would have lasted longer before she gathered herself, fixed her shirt, and rolled out from underneath me.

"I love you, Gin," she called out as she made her way into the kitchen.

I never said it back.

The hollows beneath my eyes were adorned by huge dark circles, and my nose wasn't a better sight, still rather red from crying so much after having woken up from that memory; one that seemed to haunt my dreams ever since I had been left without her in my life years ago.

There'd never been a moment in our relationship when Emma kept quiet about her feelings for me; always telling me she loved me, but I never once returned the words that she so longed to hear from me. Not because I didn't love her, God I knew how much I truly loved her, but because voicing such sentiments would leave me too vulnerable, too open. The monster I was wanted to keep her with me forever, charming her with gentle caresses, and neglecting words that would have made everything better. And, I couldn't hate myself more for how much hurt I brought to her in the end.

Seeing her two nights prior fueled the dream in ways that it managed to leave me restless for the remaining hours of the last few nights, and feeling rather anxious of meeting her once again.

Sleep had refused to claim me once more right after I'd washed my face in hopes of clearing away any traces of treacherous tears. The countless moments that followed alternated between pacing around the room, and twisting and turning in bed without finding any comfort at all till the early hours of the morning.

Reverting to cosmetics for help could aid me in appearing at most somewhat presentable, if not create a firm layer to mask my current emotions. But in the event that such maquillage failed to conceal the disconsolate state or evident desperation I found myself in, at least Emma would see further glimpses of the remorse and repentance that lived deeply within me.

I couldn't care much for myself right now, though; all I was interested in was that she had agreed to see me today.

I was running out of time to speak to her already.

I didn't know how I would have taken the flat out rejection had she said no. And, I knew; I knew I held no right to feel as heartbroken as I felt…that it was Emma who had every right to not even show up…but, I wouldn't bare it if we, if I, didn't even get the chance to mend our relationship back into something at least well into friendly terms.

Quickly smoothing on some concealer and patting my closed eyes in frustration, I found myself sighing dejectedly into my hands; trying to chase away the threatening tears in order to not ruin the small progress I'd made for my image.

Before I could slip on my socks, and even put on some shoes, soft knocks had me looking up in the direction of the door in confusion. Diverting my eyes back to the clock on the wall, the indicated time seemed too early for it to be Emma; unless the woman had finally found her sense of punctuality, but still…

Letting my fingers slip through my dark bangs nervously (in hopes of making my hair seem less bed-like), I got up from the chair and made my way to the door before I pulled it open with just some slight hesitance.

Emma stared back at me all rosy cheeks, and wind kissed golden curls. As she stood before me, a flash of relief settled in my stomach; Lord knew she would have been in her rightful mind had she decided she didn't want to come after all.

Her simple yet natural beauty still claimed all of my attention as she bounced on her feet indecisively, her hazel eyes never leaving mine.

And as my eyes slowly yet blatantly began to travel down her body, the startling realization that she had't come alone hit me hard when I found myself staring into another set of shy (but bright) hazel orbs. And, I couldn't help the breathless gasp that escaped the confines of my lips as I gazed into the little brunette…creature's curious filled face.

Emma bit her lip as I peered down into her face once again, but her eyes still betrayed no emotion as I felt a shiver crawl up my spine just as the little boy concealed his face against her neck.

There may or may not be more to this; let me know what you think? Thanks for reading.