Author's Note – Thank you so much for all the kind reviews, favourites and follows! Your response to the story has been amazing! Sorry about the long wait but my laptop got stolen and I had to start from scratch. Enjoy!
Chapter 2
The sun has just started to peak through the morning clouds making soft sunrays shine through the large windows of the extravagant penthouse. Regina is sitting at her glass dining room table with a glass of some disgusting looking green health smoothie in her hand as she browses through the financial news on her iPad. She has just finished her morning workout going through the same routine as every morning. Finishing the last of her smoothie she turns off her iPad before getting up. She quickly washes the glass, drying it before placing it back in the cupboard next to other unused crystal glasses. She heads up to her room where she gets ready for another busy day at the office.
"Why don't you watch where you are going!"
"Me? You're the one who almost killed me!" Emma yells slamming her hands down on the hood of the car.
"The street is for cars and not a crazy woman on a bicycle!" The small bald man yells back at her, before she can say anything back the man is back inside the car mumbling profanities as he drives off.
"Jackass!" She yells after the speeding car.
Looking around she finds that they have drawn a few stares from the people around them. Bowing her head to hide from the curious gazes she examines her right arm and leg where she made rough contact with the street. Luckily she sees that it's mostly just a few angry red cuts and scrapes, nothing too bad. She has always been very accident-prone and has had her fair share of nasty falls on the job.
She walks over to her discarded yellow bike and picks it up, she looks at it closely to see if there is any damage. Thankfully the worst is just some of the yellow paint is now imbedded in the street. When she is sure it's not going to fall apart under her ass racing down the street she jumps back on peddling as fast as she can trying to make up for the time lost by arguing with that damn driver who ran her down. A few blocks later her phone starts to ring.
"Hey Swan what happened to you?" August Booth's voice rings through her ear.
"A jackass that got his license on the internet that's what happened." She says annoyed swerving to miss a man walking across the crosswalk.
"Damn don't tell me you ate asphalt again?" He chuckles.
"It wasn't my fault!"
"It never is." There is a beep on her end of the line telling her she has another call waiting.
"Hey listen Booth I got to go."
"Just don't go crashing into anything else okay."
"Yeah yeah." Pressing the answer button on her Bluetooth headset."Swan."
"Emma." Her dispatcher answers. "When you are done with this delivery you need to go down to the Mills office."
"Marco cant you get someone else to do it I'm heading in the opposite direction."
"You were asked for by name." Emma sighs, Regina. Of course she should have known her 'girlfriend' was behind it.
"Fine." She huffs. She ends the call before starting to peddle even faster trying to get rid of all of her frustrations, this day just keeps getting better and better.
An hour later Emma steps out of the elevator on the top floor, she waves to Melissa behind her desk before she opens the CEO's door.
"You summoned me." Regina looks up from her laptop to find Emma leaning against the doorframe.
"Ms Swan. Yes, I…" She stops narrowing her eyes at the blonde. "Emma what happened are you okay?" Emma frowns confused until she realises that Regina's eyes are fixed on her right side, then she remembers her little tumble earlier today.
"O yeah I'm fine I just fell." She says with a dismissive wave of her hand.
"You fell?"
"Yes… on the runway." Emma quickly tries to cover the reason for her road rash.
"What was that runway made of sandpaper?" Regina asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah you know it helps with traction and the heels are really high and – so you wanted to see me?" Maybe she should ask Melissa for some water to help swallow down this foot in her mouth since she clearly knows absolutely nothing about the modelling world. Regina studies her a moment longer making Emma start to squirm.
"Please sit we have much we need to discus." Emma drops herself down onto the chair. Regina places a bunch of papers in front of the blonde.
"What is this, the essay portion of the relationship?" Emma asks pointing to the papers.
"It's a questionnaire I pulled off of the internet, it focuses on information every person in a healthy relationship should know about their partner." Emma snorts, 'healthy relationship' yeah that's the words she would use to describe their relationship. Regina ignores Emma's little outburst and places identical papers next to the others. "These are my answers you need to study them."
"When I took this job I didn't know it came with this much paperwork." Emma grumbles under her breath. Luckily Regina didn't hear her and just continues
"I also got this for you." Regina hands her a book.
Emma takes the book opening and is surprised to find it filled with pictures, she takes a closer a look at it but quickly closing the book again.
"What the hell Regina?!"
"It's a medical journal, since you're supposedly a gynaecologist you should at least have a basic knowledge of the field." Regina explains.
"I'm a woman and gay! I think I have the basic knowledge."
"Medical knowledge. I know that reading might be a strange concept for you but I will not have this weekend turn out like our disaster of a lunch with my parents. Now I have scheduled us a flight for Friday morning, I'll have a car pick you up at exactly 7am, you will not be late."
"Yes mom." Emma says sarcastically making Regina glare at her.
"I do hope you own something more sophisticated then tank tops and ripped jeans?" Emma looks down at her outfit.
"If you don't like the way I look Regina fine. My time - your credit card." Regina bites her lip deliberating.
"Very well tomorrow will go shopping for some more appropriated clothes."
They spend another 30minutes finalising everything and going over every small detail Regina deems relevant. Finally Emma is free to go, walking out of the office Emma slams into someone making the papers she is holding fly everywhere.
"I am so sorry." Emma apologises kneeling to pick up her papers.
"Emma." Emma looks up to find a blonde smiling down at her.
"Kathryn, hi." She greets back with a smile, finally having rounded up all of her papers she stands back up.
"I take it you were here on official girlfriend business." Kathryn says wiggling her eyebrows.
"Of course just came to get my homework, you know normal relationship stuff." Kathryn chuckles.
"Welcome to the wonderfully complicated world that is Regina Mills."
"I don't know how you hold it out with her?" Kathryn can't help feeling sorry for the other blonde. She has really gotten a liking to Emma, she thinks her spending time with her best friend will do Regina some good. Maybe bring back some of her carefree friend that seems to have all but disappeared after years of having to fight tooth and nail to get to where she is.
"Emma I know Regina can be a real…"
"Perfectionist?" Emma tries.
"Pain in the ass." They both laugh. "But she really is someone special, a little sharp around the edges but she is worth a cut or two." Emma looks down at the small cuts running along her arm.
"I think I can handle it." Kathryn smiles at her.
"O I'm sure you can. I get a feeling you'll be able to hold your own."
"You think so?"
"Hey if you survived Cora Mills Regina is a breeze." Emma can't argue with that. "Well, I hope you two enjoy the weekend and please try not to kill each other."
"Wait you're not coming with us?"
"As much as I would love that I can't, someone has to keep an eye on things around here. You're on your own kid." Kathryn can't help but smile at the pout Emma gives her. Moving past her she pats her on the shoulder before walking into Regina's office finding her friend nose deep in budget reports.
"So I just ran into Emma, and I do mean that literally."
"That's nice Kathryn." Regina says without looking up.
"I thought she was applying for a loan with all the paperwork she was carrying."
"I'm just trying to be prepared."
"I know you can't help it being your Type A self."
Realising she isn't going to get anymore work done, Regina takes of her glasses before looking up at her friend.
"If I wanted your opinion Kathryn I would have you fill in the necessary forms."
"Yeah but I'm still going to give it anyway." She says with a shrug and sits down in front of Regina. "I heard my little brother somehow was able to trick you into letting him have the photo shoot at the hotel."
"He didn't trick me into anything, I honestly don't mind. I find is work very intriguing." Kathryn looks at her confused.
"By intriguing you mean weird. Ugh, I cannot believe I am related to that guy. I don't know where he's genes went wrong." Unlike all the other members of the Nolan family members that all entered the business world her brother dove head first into the art community and became a photographer.
"Kathryn!"
"Come on Regina you have to admit he's crazy!"
"No he's an artist."
Sure the younger Nolan is a little out there with his clothes and antics but its all part of his artistic persona and Regina finds it kind of refreshing. When he came to her asking if he could have his latest photo shoot in her hotel because it has the perfect look and feel for his avant-garde fairytale shoot Regina couldn't refuse.
"I don't know where the hell that came from in a family full of suits. You have seen him at family events, he sticks out like a fart in a perfume factory." Regina burst out laughing. "It's a good thing I love that little weirdo."
Regina smiles at her friend she has always admired the bond between her and her brother. Sure they gave each other hell every chance they get but they would walk through fire for the other. It's something Regina always wished for, the kind of bond that can only be formed from growing up under the same roof. Maybe if she had a brother or sister her mother wouldn't have been so hard on her, at the very least she would have had someone she could complain to who understood what it was like to have a mother like Cora Mills.
The next morning Regina and Kathryn stroll into the hotel. Easily spotting the man they are looking for standing in the middle of the room with his top hat busy setting up his equipment.
"Jefferson." He spins around smiling at them.
"Regina, Kat." He greets them happily each with a kiss on the cheek.
"How are things going, everything ready for the photo shoot?"
"I wish I could say everything is going on track but alas the universe is playing Keep Away with my artistic vision."
"What's wrong?" Kathryn asks knowing her brother has a flair for the dramatics.
"It's one of the models."
"She didn't show up?" Looking around they can see models all dressed up and ready standing around the room waiting for further instructions.
"O she is here, she's just not conscious."
"What?!" Regina and Kathryn ask in unison.
"She discovered that not eating will have that effect."
"Don't you have a replacement?"
"I have called everyone but no one is available and Killian is never here when you need him." He takes off his top hat rubbing his forehead. "Apparently this is prison and I'm karma's bitch." Regina can't help the faint smile watching her drama queen of a friend pacing up and down in the room. But can she really blame the guy? Models are not the easiest people to work with, she only had to meet one to know how…
"Jefferson!" She smiles brightly at the man. "I think I might have the answer to your problem."
Emma is sitting on the kitchen counter eating her cereal when the apartment's door swings open and an exhausted Ruby walks in from her shift at the diner. Ruby drops her bag on the couch before moving over to the refrigerator.
"Hey how was work?" Emma asks around a mouth full of cereal making Ruby sigh.
"I hate working the graveyard shift." She jumps onto the counter taking a drink from the milk carton. Ruby finds Emma's medical journal next to her, taking it she starts to flip through it. "I hope you have worked on your acting skills for this weekend."
"Please, it's not like its rocket science. All I have to do is hold her hand, slap her ass and know which hole the baby comes out of." Ruby chuckles dropping the journal back onto the counter.
"You know if she finds out who you really are she will choke you with your own bike chain."
They are interrupted by the blonde's phone ringing. Emma pulls out her phone from her pocket looking down at the name flashing across the screen. "Speak of the devil."
"And you step on her bra strap." Emma chuckles and places the phone to her ear.
"Regina hey." She says with the last of her now soggy cereal in her mouth.
"Ms Swan I need you to get down to the Mills hotel immediately."
"Regina?" But the only answer she gets is sound of the call disconnecting. Pulling the phone away she looks down at the blank screen.
"What was that about?" Ruby asks seeing the blonde frowning at her phone.
"I think she knows." Emma looks at her worried.
"Well I wouldn't keep her waiting if I was you." Emma jumps of the counter and runs to her room to get ready. In a flash she is dressed and ready. She walks to the door her phone between her teeth while she is busy pulling her hair into a messy ponytail. "Good luck!" Ruby yells after her as Emma opens the apartment door manoeuvring her bike out. "Looks like I am getting a new roommate."
Emma makes it to the hotel in record time, running into the hotel lobby she spots Regina standing there in her grey dress talking on her phone. If Emma wasn't scared for her life she might have taken the time to admire the woman's perfectly shaped behind.
"Regina!" She spins around seeing the blonde making her way over to her, she quickly ends the call.
"Good you're here, I need you to fill in for someone today."
"Excuse me?"
"Jefferson Nolan is having a photo shoot here in the hotel and I need you to stand in for one of his models." Regina clarifies.
"That's your big crisis?!" Emma doesn't know if she should be mad or relieved that Regina doesn't know her dirty little secret.
"Look I am doing you a huge favour these photos are going to be the talk of the artistic community."
"Doing me a favour? You're the one with the crisis... again!" Is this woman for real! Emma wonders to herself.
"Please Ms Swan we do not have time for the dramatics. I would think working for the great Jefferson Nolan would be a great honour for you?" She sees the man in question and Kathryn walking to them. "Jefferson I would like to introduce you to Emma Swan."
Jefferson walks around Emma studying her.
"O yes she will do."
"Do what exactly?" Emma asks as he lifts her hair and starts poking and prodding at her as he examines her. "Hey!" She slaps his hands away. "Do that again and I will shove my foot so far up your ass you will be coughing up shoelaces for a week."
"Oh we have a feisty one. I love it!" He claps his hands together. "You shall be my Alice." He bows taking her hand and kissing it. Emma just eyes him curiously. "Follow me darling and we shall have you transformed in no time."
"Is this dude for real?" She whispers leaning closer to Regina.
"I do not believe he is the first eccentric person you have come across as a model." Seeing as her modelling career consists of a two hour lunch date its actually very possible.
"Regina we have to go we have in meeting in 20 minutes in the conference room." Kathryn reminds her.
"Yes of course." She looks at the blonde and smirks. "You two have fun now."
Jefferson leads Emma to a room that has been turned into a makeshift dressing room. "Your outfit is in there, change and I will take you to hair and makeup." He tells her before leaving her to change in private.
She walks into the small room and her eyes lands on her small blue outfit hanging on the back wall. Taking a deep breath she reaches for the dress. "$5 000." She repeats to herself over and over like a chant.
After finishing with her boring meeting that seems to have been even less eventful the normal, Regina goes back down to see how the photo shoot is going. She can hear loud music from behind the doors. Pushing it open she is greeted by a very excited Jefferson snapping photo after photo making the whole room light up with the flash.
"Regina!"
"It looks like everything is going well here."
"I must say your girl is quite the exquisite creature, so raw and untapped. An artist true to my tortured soul."
"I'm glad I was able to help." Jefferson excuses himself to go finish his work.
2 hours. That's how long Emma had to sit there. 2 hours! And the fact that she needs to go to the bathroom really badly is not helping the situation.
Regina smirks when she sees the cranky blonde walking over to her. Regina lets her eyes look over the model in her short blue dress showing off her long legs, the fabric hugging her body closely. Her wild blonde hair has been tamed and straightened to frame her face beautifully. Her makeup is dark and sultry, clearly this Alice isn't so innocent.
"Had fun Ms Swan?" Emma narrows her eyes at the smiling woman.
"You think this is funny don't you?" O she is going to make Regina pay for this, and hopefully with cold hard cash.
"About as funny as what is again, 'So, basically you're a cheerleader?'." Emma just scuff while pulling on the hem of dress hoping it will miraculously make it longer. Regina watches pull at the dress. "Something wrong dear?"
"I swear if this dress was any shorter it would be a belt." Regina quickly looks up from where her eyes have zeroed in on exposed legs.
"Speaking of which, we have to go give you wardrobe a much needed makeover."
"Now?" Emma says with a pout.
"Yes come along dear."
Walking down the street they look at the different stores searching for the right one. Emma looks up at the name at the store and smiles to herself. Time for a little payback!
"Ah yes this is the place." Regina's eyes go wide when she sees the store Emma is referring to, of course Emma would pick the most expensive store.
"No I don't think so Ms Swan."
"Why not it's perfect!" Emma walks into the store forcing Regina to follow her in. A young woman in a black dress makes her way to them.
"Good afternoon ladies, is there anything I can help you with?" She asks with her fake toothpaste smile.
"Actually there is. I presume you work for commission?" Emma asks giving her a smile of her own.
"I do."
"Then today is your lucky day. Because I'm buying, she's paying." She points to the fuming Regina next to her. "And all that you have to do is keep the clothes coming."
"Wonderful, what kind of style do you have in mind?" Her brown eyes sparkling with dollar signs.
"Anything that says I'm rich, on holiday and a gynaecologist."
Regina is sitting on the red couch just outside the changing room as Emma tries on outfit after outfit. Emma parades each one in front of Regina but to her each one seemingly more hideous then the first. Emma steps out looking very happy with herself sporting a red leather jacket.
"No." Regina says firmly.
"Come on Regina it's so pretty." She begs with her best puppy dog eyes as she runs her hands over the red leather.
"No Ms Swan."
"Why not?"
"Because you're not in a biker gang." She says pushing the whining blonde back into the changing room. Regina turns around to go back to her seat when Emma pops hear head out of the door.
"What if we get you a matching one?"
"Not if my life depended on it."
Finally Regina had enough and set out to find some more suited outfits herself. Emma steps out of the dressing room and Regina's eyes go wide before snapping up to meet her green eyes. Emma frowns not understanding why she is acting so weird it's almost as if she is too afraid to look at Emma.
"I kind of like the scarf." Emma says hoping it will help snap Regina out of her strange behaviour. Regina gets up walking closer to her with the next outfit in her hands holding it out for Emma to take.
"Yes, it's a nice scarf. But…" She leans towards the blonde whispering. "… where is your pants?" Emma looks down seeing only her bare legs and red underwear. She quickly takes the clothes Regina is holding out to her not able to meet her eyes as her cheeks turn red instantly.
They walk out of the store with arms full of shopping bags. Emma is pretty sure what Regina just spend in the last 15 minutes is what she usually spend in 15 months. The ride back to the hotel is in relative silence as the black town car cruises down the street.
"Thank you." Emma is pretty sure there is no way that Regina Mills just thanked her. Looking over to the woman sitting next to her, Regina has her eyes cast down not wanting to look at her.
"For what?"
"There really is a lot on the line for this weekend." She finally looks up making eye contact with Emma you gives her a soft smile. "I really appreciate what you're doing for me, even if you just cost me a small fortune."
"Well I know how much it must pain you to say that, but you're welcome."
They stop in front of the hotel, Regina looks around at all the other parked cars. "Where is your car?"
"I rode here on my bike." Regina's eyes go wide.
"Wait, are you really in a biker gang?"
"Yes, The Fast Peddlers of New York." She says seriously but the small up turn of the corner of her lips gives her away. She takes the bags before climbing out of the car. "See you tomorrow Regina."
"Remember be ready at 7am."
"I know I know." Emma says before closing the door.
Regina knew Emma was going to be late. She is getting more and more annoyed with every minute that passes. Deciding to keep herself busy she pulls out her iPad wanting to get some work done. Halfway through typing the first email she glances up her fingers freezes over the keyboard when she spots the blonde walking over to her. She has her duffle bag slung over her shoulder, her hair hanging loose around her face, her left hand stuffed into her skinny jean's back pocket.
Emma stops in front of her and smiles when she sees the annoyed look on Regina's face, her brown eyes burning holes into Emma's new red leather jacket.
"It must have gotten mixed in with the rest of the clothes somehow." She says with a shrug before sitting down next to Regina. "Are you ready for this weekend buttercup?" Regina places her iPad back into her bag.
"First of all don't ever call me that again, ever. Secondly as long as you behave yourself everything will be just fine. I will not lose this deal because my girlfriend has the table manners of King Kong."
"Hey! You really should be a little nicer to me if you want anyone to actually believe that we are dating."
Regina leans closer to the blonde her face only inches from her own. Emma swallows nervously at the sudden lump in her throat. Her gaze falls from brown eyes to see perfect white teeth nibble at red lips. Regina places her hand gently against her cheek and Emma can't hide the shiver that runs down her spine. Emma is snapped out of her little moment when manicured fingers pinches her cheek.
"Whatever you say cupcake." Regina says with a sweet smile before leaning back into her seat pleased with herself seeing Emma's flushed state.
Emma takes a shaky breath shaking her head to clear it before giving Regina the stink eye. She pulls her feet onto her chair wrapping her arms around her legs and resting her head on her knees as she looks out at the airplanes outside the large windows. Regina looks to her side watching the blonde's body language carefully.
"Please don't tell me you are scared of flying dear?" She jokes. Emma snaps her head up.
"What? No! Of course not!"
"Well you might want to tell that to your face." Emma just rolls her eyes before putting her chin back on her knees.
"I don't think I will be scared." She whispers but Regina hears it.
"Wait, is this your first time flying?" Emma starts pulling on imaginary lint on her jean covered legs. Regina turns in her seat to fully face the blonde. "Emma." Green eyes slowly look over to her.
"Yes, I have never been on an airplane before." She says shyly. They look at each other before Emma goes back to looking at the airplanes outside that soon she will be sitting in, more like flying in one a 30 000 feet up in the air.
"There is nothing to be scared of, flying is actually safer than driving a car." Regina tries to reassure her.
"I don't drive a car either." Regina looks up at her but before she can respond a woman walks up to them.
"Ms Mills the plane is ready to leave when you are." She says with a smile.
"Thank you." She gets up and turns to face the blonde. "Come on, we have wasted enough time already." She walks off leaving Emma to quickly run after her.
"Holy shit! You have your own private jet!" Emma says excited walking out to the small jet with the word "Mills" written on the tail. She should have known someone like Regina would never fly in a commercial plane with screaming babies and people falling asleep on you.
"It's my father's actually, but he lets me use it whenever I need to."
"Way to go papa Mills." Emma says impressed.
They climb the stairs into the plane, when Emma reaches the top she freezes.
"Wow." Is all she can say looking around the luxurious inside.
"May I take your bag?" Emma turns to find a blonde holding out her hand motioning to her duffle bag.
"I guess." She hands her the bag, she smiles brightly at Emma before leaving.
Emma spots Regina already seated in one of the very comfortable white leather chairs. She quickly makes her way over to her sitting down on the seat across from Regina.
"Are you ready for your first flight?" Regina asks.
"Yes!" Her voice a little higher than normal, she clears her throat. "I'm mean yes, why wouldn't I?" Regina just watches her with an amused smile.
The flight attendant makes her way to them making sure they are buckled in and ready for takeoff. When she is sure everything is in order she gives the all clear to the pilot. The plane starts to move and the movement makes Emma grip onto the arm rest. As the plane start to race down the runway Emma closes her eyes tightly, when the wheels leave the ground she is pretty sure her heart dropped into her stomach as she is pushed back into her seat. She just focuses on her breathing and not the fact that she is in a flying tin can. After what feels like an eternity the plane starts to level out. Regina looks over to the blonde finding her with her eyes closed and a death grip on the armrest.
"Ms Swan its okay you can open your eyes now." Emma slowly opens her eyes finding amused brown eyes looking back at her. "Look." Regina points to the window next to the blonde. Hesitantly Emma turns her head to look out the small window and when she does she finds nothing but blue sky and fluffy clouds.
"It's beautiful." She says in awe. Regina just smiles at her before it turns to a smirk when they hit a little turbulence and Emma's grip on the armrest turns her knuckles white.
"So tell me again how you are not afraid of flying?" Emma finds her looking at her with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm not afraid of flying!" She looks down at her fingers fidgeting on her lap. "I'm afraid of suddenly not flying."
The happy flight attendant makes her way over to them again asking if they need anything. They must pay her very well to have to smile like that all the time. She returns with their drinks before disappearing behind the curtain.
Emma pulls out her iPod and places her headphones in her ears. Turning the volume up she drowns out the rest of the world as she watches the clouds around them. She can see why people are so obsessed with flying, there is something very serene about being up here.
Regina opens her bag and pulls out Emma's answer sheet wanting to reread it. Emma rolls her eyes of course Regina can't just sit back and relax on the flight. She probably does her taxes to relax. But then her eye catches a piece of vibrant colour poking out of Regina's bag.
"You're shitting me." Emma blurts out.
"Excuse me." Regina's eyes go wide at the exclamation. Emma reaches over grabbing the object that caught her attention out of Regina's bag. "Hey! What do you think you are doing?!" Emma studies it very closely and keeping it out of reach of the very angry Regina trying to grab it back.
"Well smack my ass and call me Judy, I believe I just found Regina Mills' guilty pleasure." Emma says with a mischievous smile waving it in front of her.
"Ms Swan would you please give it back." Regina says between gritted teeth her tone warning the blonde that she is about 5 seconds from releasing 7 types of hell on her ass.
"My, my, Regina I never would have pegged you as a closeted comic geek."
"I am not."
"So are you telling me that you're hiding a twelve year old boy in there as well?" Emma knows she is poking the bear but the way she is able to get under the Evil Queens skin is just too good to resist. Regina has given up on trying to get her comic book back and have settled on crossing her arms instead staring daggers at the blond in front of her.
"Okay fine you caught me happy? I like to read comic books, I enjoy the dynamic between good and evil and I appreciate the art." Emma puts her hands up in surrender.
"Hey I am not judging here I love a good comic book myself."
One of the boys at the last group home she stayed in had made it his personal mission to educate Emma on everything in the comic universe. Regina looks at her trying to figure out if she is just making fun of her again but can't find any signs of her not tell the truth.
"You like comic books?"
"Yeah, but I'm mostly a Marvel fan." She finally hands it back and Regina quickly grabs it, Emma smiles to herself when she sees Regina examining it to see if she damaged it.
"Really? Who is your favourite Marvel superhero?"
"Flash."
"Flash is DC." Regina says not missing a beat.
"You are a comic book geek!" Emma says excited jumping out of her seat.
"Ms Swan." She warns.
"Sorry." Emma says falling back in her seat. "Okay fine. Marvel… I guess Deadpool."
"I should have known." Regina says with a snort.
"What?"
"I should have guessed that you would pick a mentally unstable antihero."
"He knows how to make the best of a bad situation. He doesn't let the bad shit that happened to him define him." Regina can see even if Emma tried to play it off as nothing of great importance she has a feeling there is more to it then the blonde is letting on. Instead of pushing it she decides its best to change the subject.
"Languages Ms Swan, I hope I will not have to keep reprimanding you on it the entire weekend. Didn't you learn it's wrong to curse when you where younger?"
"Trust me I was the main contributor to the swear jar. But now I just do it because it's free, and I can." She says with a cheeky smile.
"This is going to be a long weekend."
