"Emma…Emma? Are you okay?" Henry asks, his voice covered in concern as he softly shakes his birth mother.
"I'm fine kid. Just stop yelling alright," Emma replies hoarsely.
She wasn't sure if any 18 wheelers had regular routes through Storybrooke, but she was sure that one of them must have made a detour to run her over on its way to somewhere else.
"But, I'm not yelling. And what's wrong with you anyway? Mom said you probably would have a slow start this morning because you weren't feeling so good."
"Listen to you mom kid, she's a smart woman," the blonde replies more to her pillow than to her son.
"Are my ears deceiving me or was that actually a compliment," Regina says sashaying into the room, and pulling open the curtains.
"I knew I would live to regret that. Please close the blinds, I think the sun might have missed the memo and rose today."
"Henry, please go and finish your breakfast, while I converse with Ms. Swan."
"Fine. Emma I hope you feel better soon," he says before scurrying out of the room.
"Sheriff, your behavior last night was not only irresponsible, but also foolish. What kind of message do you think you sent to Henry? We all have problems dear, however most of us choose to deal with them like an adult."
"Doesn't this town have a rule about not arguing before both parties have had their coffee," Emma says as she struggles to sit up.
"There is fresh coffee in the kitchen if you are well enough to move your own."
"Yea. I'll be there in a sec," the blonde says as she shifts uncomfortably in the bed, "Umm Regina?"
"Yes, Ms. Swan?"
"I'm…how did I…I'm naked," she says blushing
"Yes, I am a well aware of your current state of undress."
"The thing is that I'm pretty sure that I wore clothes over here, but now they seem to be missing. Did we…"
"Did we what?"
"You know."
"If I knew what you were referring to I wouldn't have asked you to clarify, now would I?"
Emma can tell that Regina is going to make this interaction as painful as possible.
"Gee Sherlock, let me help you out. I'm naked…this is your bed…put two and two together and where do you wind up?"
"You have completely lost me dear."
"Did we have sex? That's what I want to know. Am I naked in your bed because we had sex?"
"Ms. Swan, lower your voice. There is a child in the other room, let's not undo the years of hard work that I have put into to molding him into a gentleman with all of your commotion about your deviant fantasies."
"You still didn't answer the question." Emma remarks in a lower voice
"No. We did not have sex."
"Why am I in your bed?"
"This is not my bed. Well technically it is, but you are occupying the guest room."
"And why am I naked. More importantly, how did I get that way?"
"You are naked because like a novice drinker you did not have a high fiber meal before consuming your substandard firewater. As a result, you expunged the contents of your stomach all over your clothes and my suit, which I will be sending you a dry cleaning bill for."
"So you undressed me?"
"Oh, don't fret Ms. Swan. There really wasn't much to look at. Now, if you are done with this interrogation, I should finish getting ready for work. Clean towels are in the bathroom. Your clothes, if I would be so generous as to refer to them as such, have been cleaned and dried and are folded in the amour. Breakfast and coffee are in the kitchen, and you have twenty minutes to get ready, if you require a ride to the sheriff's station."
"Err…okay thanks," Emma says as the woman exits the room.
God that woman! The nerve of her. There really wasn't much to look at? Really? Well, she had to be looking to notice.
Emma goes into the bathroom to freshen up. There wasn't much hope for detangling her curls, so she just throws some water on her face before putting on her clothes.
When she makes it to the kitchen, she discovers that Regina had generously laid out a delicious feast of waffles, bacon, and eggs with a steaming cup of hot coffee to go along.
The blonde notices Henry eying her strangely as she stares transfixed on the wonderful meal.
"Are you meditating?" the kid asks curiously over his breakfast
"No, I trying to come up with a game plan so that I can make sure I scarf all of this down before it's time to leave," Emma replies
"You better hurry up, we only have 5 minutes before we leave."
She checks the time on the stove and sure enough the kid was right, time was dwindling. So she rushes over to the spot at the breakfast bar that her food laid and began throwing it all back. She knows that it had to be a site to see, because Henry stopped eating his own meal so that he could stand and watch her.
Syrup. Waffles. Coffee. Eggs. Bacon. Waffles. Bacon
She repeated this delectable combination until her meal was complete and she was stuffed. When she looks up from her clean plate she finds a pair of dark brown eyes staring at her in astonishment.
"Really Ms. Swan, I would expect someone of your age to have better table etiquette," Regina says coolly.
"Yea, I mean I do, but I only had five minutes to eat and I all looked so good I couldn't not eat it. Plus I normally have cold pop tarts and stale coffee for breakfast not Ihop."
"Very well then. Henry go check your back pack to make sure you have everything," the brunette says as she clears the table of the dishes.
The child goes without complaint once again leaving the two women alone.
"So…I guess you're like a mayoral Martha Stewart or something" Emma says awkwardly
"Excuse me?"
"I just meant that you cook, you clean, you cook and you run this whole town. That's pretty Martha Stewart-esque."
"You mean I behave like a responsible adult?"
"Can you not take a compliment?"
"Can you properly give one that is not attached to an insult?"
"I was just trying to make conversation you know, not insult you. Your cooking is good. And your house is really clean, and yea you are really responsible. I meant those things sincerely."
The women look at one another for a while, neither knowing exactly what to say.
"Alright," Regina finally manages to utter.
Thankfully Henry emerges from downstairs give them a reprieve from their awkward exchange.
"You ready to go kid?" Emma asks
"Yea, all set."
Regina leaves the kitchen grabbing her briefcase from the counter as she makes her graceful exit. Emma follows behind her in a less graceful manner, "I call shotgun," she says.
The car ride wasn't as bad as she expected. She and Henry talked about the latest movie releases while Regina drove silently. It wasn't until after they had both said goodbye to the kid that things return their previously awkward state.
Again it was Emma who broke the silence.
"Are we going to talk about the kiss?" she asks noting the irritation that strained Regina's face when she said it.
"What are you babbling on about now Ms. Swan?" Regina replies
"I tried to kiss you. I might have been a little hung over this morning, but I still remember a lot from last night."
"Like why you really were undressed?" Regina challenges
"You said I threw up on my clothes."
"Did I?"
"Don't play with me Regina, you know damn well what you said?"
"Honestly Ms. Swan my memory escapes me."
"No games. Did we have sex or not?"
Regina pulls into the parking lot of the police station.
"You better scurry along dear, you wouldn't want to upset your employer."
"You're my employer."
"So I know exactly how upset she would be if she found out that the person she trusted with protecting the citizens of Storybrooke was late to work."
"Fine, but this isn't over," Emma says getting out of the car and slamming the door.
"I would be disappointed if it was," Regina replies to the retreating figure.
So here is an update. I want to continue this story because I love this couple, but I'm not sure that I do them justice. Thank you for all of your reviews, favorites, and follows on the last chapter. They were really awesome. Sorry it took me so long to update too, school+ work+ the flu + another fic = less time. I hope you all enjoy.