The sound of chirping birds woke Regina. That and the urgent need to pee. When the fog in her brain had receded a bit more, she realized it wasn't just the birds she was hearing. Someone was snoring. And judging by the weight on her chest, they were snoring on her. She opened one eye and slammed it shut again when the morning light drilled a hole into her skull. Yep, she was definitely hung over.
Slowly cracking her eye open once more, she looked down and saw a wild tangle of blonde hair. As much as she wished it wasn't so, it appeared that Emma Swan was using her breasts as a pillow. And drooling on them. She also had an arm slung over Regina's body, which wasn't helping her bathroom situation. She really didn't want to wake Emma and have a conversation just then, but it would be an even more awkward conversation if she peed the bed.
"Emma, wake up." She gently shook Emma's shoulder. Then shook not so gently when Emma didn't immediately wake. "Emma! Get off me!" Regina finally resorted to pushing and shoving Emma's limp body to the empty side of the bed.
"Wha? What's wrong? What's going on?" Emma lifted her head, obviously disoriented.
"I just need to use the restroom. Go back to sleep." Regina's first impulse was to kick Emma out of her house, but for now she'd rather buy herself some time to try and remember exactly what had happened the night before. After relieving herself and trying to hydrate her severely dry mouth with water from the sink, Regina stared at herself in the bathroom mirror and tried to remember.
There was Scotch, obviously. And that show, the one with all the lesbian sex. Oral sex. Oh, gods, she remembered talking about oral sex with Emma. Must have been a LOT of Scotch. No wonder her tongue felt like terrycloth. Oh, no, the chocolate! And the scarf. And the fantasy. What the hell had she been thinking?! She had asked Emma to come up to her bedroom, but that was the last thing she could remember. She still had her bra and underwear on, so surely nothing had happened. Not that she hadn't had sex wearing more than that before, so it wasn't impossible, but something told her that if she had had sex with Emma, she would remember it.
She certainly remembered the kiss. And the feelings that had prompted her to ask for it. Who knew Emma had that in her? Regina had never been so turned on just by someone's voice. It had taken inebriation for her to open up enough to start their little game, but the way Emma had let her decide what would happen had made Regina trust her even more. She had only had Emma in mind from the beginning of the fantasy, and had been fantasizing about her for a while, if she were to be completely honest. Not that she was going to admit that. No way in hell.
Now, what to do about the woman asleep in her bed. If it were anyone else, she would simply wake them up and send them packing. But she knew that would piss Emma off and start a fight that Regina didn't want to have. Denial. Denial and avoidance was the way to go. She would be perfectly pleasant, but she didn't intend to acknowledge what had happened the night before. She splashed water on her face, brushed her teeth, and headed down to the kitchen. Cooking always helped to clear her head.
The pancakes, eggs, and bacon were just about done when she heard Emma stirring upstairs. She didn't want to think about how cute she looked coming down the stairs in her wrinkled white tank and jeans, sleepily rubbing her eyes, her blonde hair an absolute mess.
"Coffee."
"Good morning to you, too, Miss Swan." Regina smirked.
"Coffee, PLEASE."
"I just made a fresh pot. Mugs are in that cabinet there." Regina pointed with her spatula and then finished plating their breakfast. Placing their plates on the kitchen island, Regina stood opposite Emma and began to eat.
Emma clutched her coffee in both hands and brought it up to her face, breathing in the steam and aroma with her eyes closed. Taking a long sip, she sighed. After a few moments, she opened one eye to look at Regina.
"How are you so bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this morning? You drank more than I did."
Swallowing the bite of pancake in her mouth, Regina answered. "Aspirin, hydration, and caffeine. And a higher tolerance, I suppose."
"Right. Well, thanks for making breakfast." Emma picked up her fork and began to dig in. "It looks delicious."
"Thank you. I hope you like it."
"So . . ." At Regina's frown, Emma swallowed the food in her mouth before continuing. "Are we going to talk about last night, or are we going to keep making small talk?"
Regina's fork paused halfway to her mouth, but she recovered quickly. "I don't know that you're talking about. I'm simply having a pleasant meal and conversation."
"Uh huh. So you're NOT using food and small talk to avoid talking about what happened last night?"
"We watched some TV, ate a lot of food, and drank too much. What is there to talk about?" Regina tried her best to look innocent. It wasn't a look she'd had much practice with in a long time.
"Oooookay. I think that's my cue to leave, then." Emma pushed away the rest of her food and headed to the living room. Regina followed closely behind.
"What's wrong?"
Emma picked up her jacket and shoved an arm in. "You obviously aren't ready to discuss what happened last night, and if I stay, I'm going to say stuff that will piss you off. So I'm going home." Sliding her other arm into the jacket, she bent down and began tossing stuff in her bag.
"I was just trying to have a pleasant morning. If you feel the need to cause a scene, you go right ahead." Regina crossed her arms and glared. She would not be lured into some stupid fight.
"Oh, I'm not going to cause a scene. I'm just leaving. See you around, Regina." And with that, she turned and headed to the front door.
Regina opened her mouth, but quickly closed it. She had no idea what to say. The night before shouldn't have happened. She should never have let her guard down like that. But now that she had, she didn't know how to go back to the way things were.
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Regina had a problem. She hadn't spoken to Emma in three days. It wasn't that they were actively avoiding each other, they just didn't seek each other out. She had seen Emma at Granny's with Snow, and walking to the bus stop with Henry, but aside from a nod of greeting, they didn't interact. But that wasn't the most pressing problem. The problem was, Regina was horny. Very horny. She had tried so hard to forget about that last night with Emma, so, naturally, it was all she could think about. She didn't want to remember the thrill of allowing Emma to blindfold her, or the deliciously husky quality of her voice as she spoke, or the hot arousal that her words produced. And she definitely didn't want to remember that kiss. Gods, that kiss. It was so brief, but Regina didn't think she'd ever been kissed like that. Perhaps it was because she had allowed herself to be vulnerable that night.
Vulnerable was not something that Regina did. Ever. It never ended well for her, until Emma. Besides Henry, Emma was the only person she could truly trust. Sure, they'd had their differences, but deep down, she knew Emma had her back. She could blame the alcohol all she wanted, but it was the trust was that allowed her to finally drop her defenses. And Regina was pretty sure she had ruined everything.
She sighed and turned over for what seemed like the hundredth time that hour. Her bed had never felt so empty. She'd tried to take care of her . . . problem . . . on her own. Several times, in fact. But it wasn't working. Thinking about the kiss was enough to get her started, but not enough to get her over the edge. She needed to hear Emma's voice. She picked up her phone and looked at it, turning it over in her hands as if the solution to her dilemma would magically appear engraved on the back.
Her problem wasn't going to solve itself. She would just have to woman up and make the call. Turning the phone back over, she found Emma's number and hit the call button. It was only when she heard ringing that she realized she hadn't come up with a cover story for her call.
"Mmello?" Emma's voice was husky with sleep and Regina nearly moaned at the sound.
"Uh, good evening, Miss Swan. Did I wake you?"
"Regina? What's going on? Is Henry okay?"
"Yes, Henry is fine." Regina was wracking her brain for a reason for her call, but was coming up with nothing.
"Ooookay, so why did you call?"
"Um, well . . . I called because . . ." It was so embarrassing! She was the queen for gods' sake!
"Because?"
"I wanted to tell you that you left your cups at my house the other day." So stupid!
"Cups? You called me at . . ." Regina heard rustling as Emma turned to look at the clock. ". . . one o'clock in the morning to tell me that I left cups at your house?"
Regina gathered up the remains of her tattered pride. "I'm so sorry to have bothered you, Miss Swan. I'll have the cups delivered to your house tomorrow. Good night."
Resisting the urge to throw the phone across the room, Regina flopped back on her bed and pulled a pillow over her face. The call had been an unmitigated disaster. Why hadn't she come up with a plan before she called? Obviously the vulnerable thing was not for her.
A slight vibration to her right alerted her to the fact that her phone was ringing. Tossing her pillow to the side, she picked up the phone to see who was calling. It was Emma! Should she answer? There wasn't a lot of time to decide. On the fourth ring, Regina answered.
"Hello?" Good, keep it casual. Act like you didn't even look at the caller ID.
"You know, Regina, if you wanted to hear my voice, you could have just told me."
