A/N: I was blown away by your responses and I hope this chapter is just as good as the first! Enjoy.
Emma groaned as the daylight pouring in through the windows met her eyes. She didn't know what time it was but knew she wasn't going to get up anytime soon.
She draped an arm over her eyes and slowly exhaled. Too much Jack.
"I thought you were never going to wake."
Her heart leapt into her throat.
Regina was in her bedroom.
She calmed her nerves and removed the arm. An odd wave of relief and dissapointment washed over her upon discovering the brunette was nowhere near the bed and fully clothed.
"Yeah well I'm wishing I didn't…"
"Come on now Miss Swan. It can't be that bad."
Emma responded by promptly pulling up the covers over her head.
"Honestly…." Regina sighed. "Well then I suppose you don't want the breakfast I made you."
"Wait." The covers lowered marginally and just a portion of Emma's face was peaking out. "What did you make?"
"I'm not sure it matters seeing as how miserable you are feeling. I wouldn't want to upset your stomach."
"Like you said it's not that bad."
Emma removed the covers and sat up, propping herself up against the bed's backboard.
Regina smirked at the small victory but it quickly vanished when she noticed Emma's clothing, rather lack of.
It must have been a sleeping habit of hers but the blonde was clearly not wearing a bra beneath her shirt. Her suspicion was confirmed as soon as she saw the white lace laying on the hardwood floor beside the bed.
Emma seemed to suddenly realize her situation as well and leaned over the bed to grab it.
"Sorry…"
Regina cleared her throat.
"It doesn't bother me."
Her eyes flew to Regina's in shock. Was she saying she liked her without a bra on or did she not mind seeing her bra on the floor? No Swan you're looking way too into this.
"Good."
Good? Really?
"It's bacon and eggs by the way."
"Cool. Just give me a sec and I'll be down."
"No. You are staying right there. You shouldn't be hobbling around on your knee. You need to recover."
"You made it the least I could do is go to the table. "
"Emma." Regina's tone was stern. "I mean it."
She considered fighting her more on the subject. It was her body she didn't understand why Regina was getting so upset about it. However the hospitality being given to her was appreciated far too much to risk upsetting Regina.
"Fine…."
Satisfied, Regina sent one last look at her bra and quickly left. She tried figuring out just exactly what Regina had been thinking but none of her answers made any sense.
"Henry go bring this to Emma."
"Why can't you do it?"
"She's your mother."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"Like mother like son…." She mumbled under her breath. "Henry. I can't bring it to her because I don't have the….coordination. Or time." That's a lie. You're just afraid of what you might do.
"Fine…" She swore she saw the same look on Emma not moments ago.
Henry grabbed the tray of food and stomped up the stairs.
"Hey kid!"
He smiled at his mother.
"Hi. Brought you breakfast. Mom didn't want to bring it to you for some reason. Did you do something?"
"No…" She tried to recall any useful information but drew a blank.
"Well whatever it was has her acting weird." He set the tray down on the bedside table.
"Weird how?"
"I don't know...she is just acting different. Like this morning she usually reads the paper then does the crossword-"
"Regina does crossword-"
"Yeah but that's not my point." Henry glared at her for a brief second then continued. "She didn't even touch the paper and she was still in her robe when I went down this morning. She is always dressed before leaving her room."
"Henry that doesn't mean anything. We are all allowed a day off every once and awhile."
"Maybe you're right but I'm going to keep an eye on her make sure she's okay."
"You're a good kid." she smiled.
"So does that mean I'm getting an Xbox one for my birthday? "
"Not that good." She reached for a piece of bacon and crunched down on it.
"Oh my god this is amazing."
Henry nodded his head.
"Moms an amazing cook."
Henry stood there for a little longer then said his goodbye.
"I've got to go to soccer practice soon so I'll see you later."
"See ya."
Emma finished eating her breakfast with blissful content. Her hangover wasn't even registering because the pure savory goodness traveling down her throat. It was just bacon how did Regina make it taste so much better than when she made it?
The food was gone in several minutes and she set the plate aside. Without any food occupying her mouth she felt the dry, thirsty need for water. Her head was pounding and begging her to hydrate.
The bathroom was just down the hall she could make it to the sink. She looked around the room to see if Regina had put her crutches there but of course she hadn't. That was probably her way of saying you're not going anywhere Miss Swan.
That wasn't going to stop her though.
She hung her legs off the side of the bed and mentally prepared herself for the endeavor.
She touched her feet to floorboards and she slowly lifted herself off the bed to a standing position. Her knee only throbbed a little and she took it as a promising sign. But the moment she took a step it buckled beneath her weight.
"Fuck."
Now she was on the floor regretting her decision to try and walk.
The noise must have caught Regina's attention because she was suddenly rushing into the room.
"Emma!"
"I'm fine just fell." She mumbled.
Regina promptly crouched beside her and looked her over.
"Let's get you up."
Regina reached beneath Emma's arms to pull her up but Emma immediately flinched in pain.
"Scrapes…" she reminded.
"Sorry Emma I forgot."
"I can get up just let me use your shoulder."
Regina didn't like the sound of that.
"I'll just….pick you up Emma you can't weigh that much."
"What? No Regina that's stupid. You'll pull out your back."
"I am fully capable."
Regina started to hook her arms beneath her legs but she wasn't going to let her pick her up. She wasn't that handicapped. She didn't know how it happened but she managed to magically teleport herself on top of the bed.
Regina nearly fell herself from her sudden departure.
They both looked at one another in shock.
She smiled widely the moment she realized what she just did.
"Holy shit. I just poofed."
"Emma...it's called magical relocation."
"Poofing sounds better."
"That's very good but I'm not so sure your body can handle the stress right now. You are hungover and -"
She didn't need to finish her statement. Emma's face twisted and she hunched forward in pain.
"My stomach…"
She felt it wringing and cramping up like she just ate a plateful of habaneros.
She heard Regina sigh softly and the weight of the bed dipped.
"It will pass." Regina comforted quietly.
Regina's hand met her back and she started to run small soothing circles along it. A warmth washed over her, like a small ray of sunshine had just made its way through the window and her tensing muscles relaxed just a little. She felt better, and oddly protected by the gentle touch. The pain in her stomach didn't last long and when it passed she wished Regina would have continued.
"Thank you…" She said sitting up now.
Regina's hand slowly trailed away.
"You're welcome Emma." Regina's voice barely went above a whisper. She looked at the brunette and saw a troubled far away expression.
"What is it?"
The expression instantly vanished.
"Nothing." Regina abruptly stood from the bed. She felt unexpectedly sad now, about everything .
"Before I go do you need anything?"
"Yeah. Water. Oh and maybe some coffee?"
Regina nodded and she heard her retreating steps reverberate against the wooden floorboards.
Whatever that expression was Emma didn't like it.
After bringing Emma the water and coffee Regina busied herself with cleaning. She didn't like where her mind was lately so it was a welcomed distraction. She vacuumed the living room, did the laundry, and even mopped the kitchen. All things a simple wave of her hand could do but she was trying to limit her magical use. She didn't feel right using it so often, not with how Henry used to treat it.
As she was folding the clean clothing her thoughts strayed back to Emma. It was frustrating how many times she had thought about her today. Why am I so worried about her? It's for Henry. She told herself. He cares about Emma so if anything ever happened to her he'd be devastated. But you do enjoy her company when she's not being an idiot.
It's just a knee injury though. You don't have to be thinking about her every five minutes!
She shook her head and picked up the laundry basket. This was her internal monologue lately. Thinking about the blonde then berating herself for doing so. It had to stop.
She placed Henry's neatly folded clean clothes on top of his bed and made her leave. Henry's room wasn't far from the guest room. She hadn't check up on Emma in a while. Maybe she needed something.
She knocked and when she didn't hear a response pushed back the door anyway.
"Emma?"
Emma was wrapped up in the blankets cocooned and sound asleep. She should have left then seeing she was resting like she had been imploring her to do. Except something urged her to move to the side of the bed. She had never really seen Emma so unguarded before. Her pulse oddly sped up as she further looked over the relaxed features of her face. Emma was beautiful. She thought.
"Gina'..."Emma mumbled. Instantly she froze. Was Emma awake? It didn't look like it. But why was she saying her name?
A small almost inaudible moan left the blonde and she felt her own face flush immediately. Emma made the same sound again and she knew she had to leave the room. The sounds were irresistibly turning her on.
She returned to her chore work but obsessed over what she had just seen. It sounded like a sex dream. Before she could analyze it any further her phone began to ring.
"Hello."
"Regina I need you."
Those words and Emma's sleep heavy voice made her stomach dance.
"Please get up here I don't think I can wait any longer."
Her brain was refusing to logically process what Emma was saying. Did Emma still think she was dreaming?
"My bladder is going to explode."
Of course that's what she meant!
"I'll be right there." She ended the call just as Emma was about to saying something further. She sighed and went upstairs wondering just exactly when she had gotten so pathetically desperate.
