So I edited the first chapter a little bit and this chapter is a bit shorter. I sort of have an idea where I want this fic to go and how it will get there. It will have plot point's from 'Lily' that I will probably gloss over. Feel free to review but it's not necessary :) Like I said, I'm not really a writer, so there will be grammatical errors and shotty writing, but I'm enjoying this so why not hey?

Emma wakes in the morning sprawled across the large bed, her arm resting across Regina's back as the older woman sleeps soundly next to her. She realises that Regina probably wasn't asleep for long before she returned the night before, or she would have been awake long before Emma. Emma can't help but trace her hand up the woman's back before pushing her hair out of her face. She also can't help the small smile that appears as she examines Regina's face as she sleeps.

Emma has always felt attached to Regina in some small way. They were enemies, then reluctant allies and now they were most definitely friends. But Emma felt more attached to Regina than just being her friend. Even when Regina had hated Emma, she felt compelled to protect her. And now Regina was trying to protect Emma with fearsome vigilance. Emma suddenly felt extremely guilty for disappearing on Regina the night before.

She slipped out of the bed and searched the room for the clothes she had strewn across the room the night before. She needed to have a shower but she wanted to do something for Regina before she woke up. So after slipping into her old clothes she found a pen and left a note on the pillow next to Regina before slipping out the door.

Regina groaned sleepily as she rolled in the bed expecting to find a sleeping Emma next to her. She cracked open her eyes to find the spot next to her empty and she shot up and scanned the room. Instant worry and slight anger appeared in Regina's mind as she noticed Emma's clothes from the night before were no longer scattered around the room. She flicked the blankets off her as she made to get out of the bed when she saw the notepad on the pillow next to her, Emma's messy writing scrawled across the page.

Gone to get breakfast. Be back soon.

Regina flopped back down onto her pillows in relief as she placed her arm over her eyes. "Worrying about you is going to be the death of me." Regina chuckled to herself.

"Then I promise to give you no more reason's to worry." Came Emma's response as she balanced two coffees and a brown bag while she opened the door. "The last thing I want is for you to die." She continued as she kicked the door shut and tossed the key on the table before moving over to the bed, sitting down next to Regina and handing her a coffee. She opened the bag to pull out the various pastries and container of fruit salad she had bought.

"Breakfast in bed." Regina stated as she opted for the fruit like Emma had expected "What did I do to deserve this?" Regina joked.

"Well you stayed up last night worrying about me." She replied seriously. "So it's an apology for that, and a thank you for coming with me and trying to protect my heart and all that shit."

Regina smiled softly at Emma who was looking at the blanket as she picked at a stray thread. It was the first time Emma had acknowledged the fact that her heart was in need of protection. Despite trying to be nonchalant about it, Regina realised the weight of what Emma had just said and the strength it would have taken her to say it.

"Thank you, Emma. You didn't have to do this." She said softly.

"I know." Emma smiled as she looked up to meet Regina's gaze. "I wanted to."

Regina found herself getting lost in Emma and the intensity of the moment. She almost wished she would look at the blanket again because getting lost in Emma was making her chest tight and her mind foggy. She was thinking about how easy it would be to lean toward her and pull her into a crushing kiss. And Emma would respond eagerly, teasing her tongue with Regina's as she pushes her back onto the pillows, slips in between her legs and moans as she presses their hips together tightly and begins to thrust ever so slightly.

"It's not as extravagant as I would have liked." Emma added pensively, pulling Regina from her fantasy. "I promise next time I bring you breakfast in bed it will be a hot meal that I cooked, served on a tray. And there will be flower's and shit." Emma grinned broadly.

"That sounds wonderful, Dear." Regina chuckled, ignoring the fact that another situation where Emma has the chance to bring her breakfast in bed would probably never happen.