Anonymous - Swan Queen: Emma wakes up after a night of drinking, to find out about her brand new tattoo. (bonus if it's Regina's name or has something to do with Regina)

Emma woke to a dull pounding in her head and a cramp in her leg. She blearily opened her eyes and noticed that she was lying awkwardly on a couch. Huh? Eventually the smell of cooking eggs and bacon wafted into the room and assaulted her senses. She lurched forward and retched, grabbing on to a bucket that was sitting next to the couch. Who put that there? she wondered, and proceeded to throw up into the bucket. She wiped her mouth and looked up to take in her surroundings. A cold sense of dread fell over her when she realised that this kind of decor could only belong to one person – Mayor Regina Mills. Emma promptly fell off the couch.

"Everything okay in there, Sheriff Swan?"

Crap, crap, crap, crap.

She managed to stand and stumbled into the kitchen clutching her stomach. Regina was wearing an apron and standing by the stove, in the middle of making a hot breakfast. She looked perfectly alert and content, which was odd, because Emma was sure she'd been out last night. At least for the parts she could remember. "What... what the hell am I doing here? What happened last night?"

Regina simply smiled and offered her a glass of water, which she sculled in a single gulp. "Aw, man. I feel like crap," Emma moaned. "You look great, you got some magical hangover cure or something?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Regina replied, and turned back to the stove. "How about you go upstairs and take a shower? Henry's at a friend's house so don't worry about that."

Emma put down her glass and slowly made her way upstairs, rubbing at her lower back. The whole patch of skin there was burning and stinging. Probably just a scratch. She'd never been in Regina's bathroom before, and she was impressed. The shower alone was bigger than some of the bathrooms she'd had before. She groaned as she began to pull off her clothes, noticing that her shirt had been on backwards. That was not a good sign. Her jeans were next to come off, and she bent over as she pulled them down her legs. It was only when she stood back up in her bra and underwear, and twisted slightly on the way, that she noticed it.

The whole of her lower back was red and swollen, and right in the centre of it there was a garish inky image of Regina Mills' face complete with cursive script – Queen Of My Heart.

Emma screamed blue murder.

"Emma, what happened?" Regina came running up the stairs and burst into the bathroom. "Are you oka-" The Mayor froze on the spot and gaped at Emma. Ten seconds later, she exploded.

"OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD! WHAT IS THAT?"

"I DON'T KN-"

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO YOURSELF?"

"YOU THINK I REMEMB-"

"YOU HAVE A TRAMP STAMP OF MY FACE!"

"I THINK THAT'S PAINFULLY OBVIOUS!"

Both women fell silent and caught their breath. Regina leant against the wall and closed her eyes. After a few moments she let out a quiet chuckle, which escalated into a giggling fit. Emma stuffed her fist in her mouth and tried to hold back the hysteria that was descending over her. Soon both women were clutching onto each other with tears streaming down their faces.

"So I... guess... that... happened... last night..." Emma choked out between snorts of laughter. "Does that mean... we... happened?"She looked up at Regina, slightly panicked.

"Oh, wouldn't you love to know," Regina purred, and winked. She released her hold on the other woman and straightened her blouse. "And, Emma?" she called back, smirking, as she left the bathroom. "Get rid of it."

Emma stood dumbstruck as the door closed. "But – but – I don't even know who gave it to me!" she shouted to the empty room. In that moment, Emma resolved to never go on one of Ruby's 'girls nights' again. Although, she thought as she turned on the faucet, there must be a good reason I ended up with this tattoo, and that made it all worthwhile.