AN: I have no excuse for this continued fluff. I just really wanted to make some fun light hearted snow queen that wasn't strickly brotp. I've been writing too much pain lately lol

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I was content. Content and minding my own business at the Diner a few days after the fair. David was over at the counter talking with Leroy and I was fussing over Neal in one of the booths. He just finished his bottle, so I'm whispering sweetly while trying to burp him. Then quite abruptly, Regina sits herself across from me, sliding into the seat flawlessly, and a feeling of regal superiority always following her whether she meant it or not. Or whether it was just in my mind or not. She didn't look like there was anything urgent she needed to talk about, but it was still odd for her to just invite herself into my space unless she needed something. So I didn't really greet her, and she didn't really seem to mind, just sort of looking over me curiously. Mostly trying for disinterested in her stare, and it mostly made me roll my eyes.

"Have you thought at all about the other day?" She asked suddenly, and I would've responded more clearly, but Neal started to fuss for a moment, making little noises that pulled at my attention.

"What? What other day?"

"When we kissed." The last word was whispered, so I wasn't sure if I heard her right. That and I wasn't going to have her whispering this entire conversation to me across a table while I have a loud baby with me. There was no patience in me today for that.

"When we what?" My face scrunched in annoyance, and I swear I saw her blush a bit.

"At the fair." Regina finally snapped, so my face cleared. Why was she brining this up? Was she mad? Two days later, and honestly why does she pretend like she doesn't have my phone number? She has far too much attachment to dramatic entrances.

"Oh…" I started, and then Neal finally burped, so it pulled my attention once more. "No." Was my absent minded finish towards my step-mother.

"What do you mean, no?" There was a haughty snark in her tone that I didn't appreciate while I put my son back into the car seat that was sitting on the seat next to me.

"I mean, no. Can you hand me that rag?" I waved my hand at the cloth that was just out of my reach on the table. Regina handed it to me without hesitation, knowing the power of my son's scream when left unhappy for any amount of time. She made a comment once that she knew where he got that from. I tried to feel offended, but it was hard when she said it in a soft baby voice while tickling Neal's feet.

"I'm not here in any aggressive sense. We ended up raising more than enough for the repairs at the school." I wasn't looking at her, but my eyes narrowed because she was starting to talk a little too proper, a little too much of her old accent coming out. That always meant something was upsetting her. At the least. "It all ended up for the best, but your behavior could have been better, to say the least."

My head raised, once Neal was content, confusion in my voice.

"What? Are you mad?"

"I said I wasn't." She said with a tight jaw and anger in her eyes. It was very convincing. "I simply thought you might be…repressing some feelings."

There was a sudden realization that I didn't have the slightest clue what she was talking about, because she's being so roundabout with it, even though she's the one who approached me.

"If you're not mad, than why are we talking about this?" With my son drifting off into a nap, my full attention was now on Regina, curious to figure out what exactly she was doing here.

"I figured it was eating away at you, and of course, I wouldn't blame you. But if my kiss gave you doubts—or…feelings you shouldn't have. We should talk about that." She didn't even grant me eye contact when she started rambling so ridiculously. Though, I suppose the only thing more ridiculous was me daring her to kiss me in front of half the town. So I laughed. I laughed lightly, a bit a chuckle, and a smile tugging at my lips.

Regina looked at me then.

"It wasn't that amazing."

"Excuse me?"

Okay, now she was mad, because my tone was a bit too rude. But this was ridiculous. I wanted it known that her accusing me of my world stopping because of a peck on the lips was ridiculous.

"I'm just saying, I mean…" I sighed, trying to do a little damage control. "The kiss wasn't 'bad'…in a sense." Her eyebrow arched at my struggles, and this was all my fault. This is the consequence I have to deal with for ever thinking I could one up Regina Mills. Story of my life. "But it happened so fast, and it's not your fault. I guess you get spoiled when you can break curses with your kiss." I shrugged, and she stabbed her finger against the table top a few times her eyes bright with insult.

"I've broken curses with my kiss too, you know. That doesn't make you special."

This was getting childish, and I was starting to think that I didn't have as tight of grasp on this situation as I thought.

"Does that really count? I mean, in this context…?" I asked, and she scoffed.

"I have had plenty of men loyal to me, for less than a kiss."

If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was jealous.

But I did know better, of course I did. She wasn't jealous, because she had true love—or a soulmate—or whatever equivalent to that was. She wasn't jealous of me. Bitter and hateful, sure, but this was about something else. I could tell.

Still it didn't stop me from poking fun at her a bit more, with a confused innocence that was as fake as press on nails.

"Didn't you just take their hearts, or something?" I may have pushed too far with that one, because there was a familiar look of murder and rage that flittered on her face. It was a diluted version, but a strike of fear hit me like instincts.

"David!" She called out, gaining his attention from across the Diner—his and everyone else's. My eyes widened at Regina, glancing at my husband as he walked over with a nervous smile on his face.

"Is everything okay?"

"Of course." Her voice was deceptively pleasant all of a sudden, as she stood up to face him while gesturing towards me. "I have something I need Snow's help with, can you watch Neal for a moment?"

"Regina…" I started, confused and warning all at the same time.

"Why do you need Snow's help?" David was suspicious, rightfully so, because I was suspicious too.

"It's private." With a frustrated wave of her hand. "A private girl thing."

And that was apparently all that needed to be said for Regina to abduct me from my table. If only she had known it would've been that easy when we were in the enchanted forest.

'Put your sword down, David and let me execute your wife. Don't worry, it's a girl thing.'

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I had no idea what she was doing when she dragged me into the woman's bathroom and locked the door behind her. I was scared, but the location was really just making me wonder if she did need help with a 'girl thing'. I tried to remember if I had any tampons in my purse that I left at the table, until she spoke over my thoughts.

"Let's have a do over." Regina ordered very matter-of-factly, placing herself in front of me.

"What?"

"Kiss me." My eyes went wide, so she rolled hers.

"No."

"I will prove that I can make you weak in the knees," She spoke with a smug smirk, and I took a step back from her. "That you would give everything up for only the chance to be in my presence."

This wasn't funny anymore. This was weird and a bit upsetting, because honestly;

"Why would you want that from me?" I demanded quietly. "What would that accomplish, Regina?" She looked at me as if she hadn't really thought that far ahead.

The serious tone that started to settle so quickly was turning my stomach into knots. Moments that felt like hours passed in the space between us.

"You really felt nothing when we kissed?" Regina asked quietly, and I could tell she wanted to break the eye contact, but she was too stubborn.

"Why—What did…" Oh. Oh I got it. It was bright red flashing lights, and really why did it take me so long to see? She was practically spelling it out for me since she came to sit down at my table. "You felt something."

"Don't be ridiculous." With a scoff and a wave of her hand that was a little too easy to see through. This wasn't good. I shouldn't indulge, but then again; suddenly I had a little control back. Something so rare with Regina, and I was starting to realize that it went to my head a little too much.

"…Then I'll leave." I shrugged, seemingly unaffected and challenging at the same time. "Go break more curses with your platonic mom kisses, or whatever boring people are doing now a days."

And just the insinuation that I was cooler than Regina was enough to set her off.

"You insolent little—" She began with venom, but I cut her off.

"Just admit that I swept you off your feet." My voice started to turn to a mocking tone. "That you would give everything up for only the chance to be in my presence—"

Regina reached up to grip the back of my neck, leaning in and kissing me firmly on the lips. A squeak of shock came out of my throat, not expecting this at all. Quickly though, her firm kiss turned softer, and my tensed body relaxed on instinct.

Because I apparently had terrible instincts.

Our kiss was soft, her hand on my neck moved to cup my cheek, but I was having a panic attack in my head. A loud screaming voice of authority telling me that I had to stop, that this was dangerous, that I was getting trapped, and the first rule of a bandit was don't get trapped.

My rationalizations were melting away when I felt Regina's tongue trace my bottom lip, and my mouth opened to her almost instantly. My hands gripped at her arms, keeping myself steady because her body was closing the space between us.

I was trapped.

She was doing this thing, this thing with her teeth nipping at my bottom lip that made me melt, so I pulled away from her. I broke the kiss, sort of, even though our faces were still practically touching, sharing each other's shaky breath.

"See? I'm an amazing kisser." She whispered, and it almost made want to cry. This wasn't funny anymore.

"Regina…"

She kissed me once more, light and playful.

"Just admit that I sweep you off your feet." Regina had a smile in her voice, and it made me pull back from her abruptly, me being the one that was obviously shaken this time.

"I have to get back to my family." I said seriously, making her face fall, maybe realizing the reality of this along with me. "Let's never do this again."

Then I leave, shaken and mouth swollen, but I couldn't stay in that bathroom with her another moment. There was no telling—…

As soon as I got back to my booth where David was, I got my cell phone out and dialed Archie's number. I really needed to make a long overdue appointment.