She came over with wine as if to celebrate something. That should have been the first give away. She should have known. But just seconds after she had opened the door full, red lips were on her own. Two bodies clumsily found their way into Emma's bedroom. Hands anywhere they could grasp. Tearing open blouses, pulling off skin tight jeans, opening up the bottle of wine. Taking large gulps of the wine, they were in no need to separate to find glasses. Emma pushed Regina onto the bed as she stared appreciatively at the beautiful woman in front of her. She slowly leaned in to kiss those amazing lips she couldn't get enough of. As she hovered over Regina, Regina grasped her hips and swiftly shifted their positions as Regina sat on top straddling Emma below. Lips never separating.

Emma paused and asked what was happening but Regina ignored her and started a slow trail of opened mouth kisses down the blonde woman's neck. That should have been Emma's second sign that something had happened. But Emma was in no position or state to stop whatever this was. It had happened before but never so sudden, she didn't mind but she did keep in mind to find out the reason later. She felt a hand roll her left nipple between an index finger and a thumb while the brunette began to move down her body. She felt Regina's mouth start to reach incredibly close to where she needed it. She felt teeth near her belly button and a torturously slow massaging of her breasts. She ran her own hand through the dark hair that was currently hovering above her throbbing center. Before she knew it, she felt a warm tongue slowly swipe all over her sex and quickly flick her sensitive nub before the process was repeated.

Regina moaned at the taste of her lover and it sent vibrations through Emma who needed more of the brunette beauty. Regina focused on Emma's clit as she gently took two fingers and slipped them into the blonde's wet entrance. After a steady rhythm of thrusts and some eager flicks to her clit, Emma came into Regina's hand. Regina paused her tongue to stare at the blonde, eyes closed after her orgasm. Her hand kept thrusting her fingers inside of Emma.

"No, it's your turn," the blonde whispered but couldn't continue because Regina had kissed her still sensitive nub to keep her quiet.

Regina curled her fingers upward hitting the blonde's rough patch inside her at every thrust. Emma couldn't control herself, not that she wanted to, and came a second time as Regina straddled one of Emma's thighs and began to slowly rub herself on it. She helped Emma ride out her second orgasm as she neared her own. Emma tried to help her by bringing her hand to her thighs but Regina took a hold of her hand and kissed it instead. Emma was unsure to describe the action as relieving because she was truly spent after her two orgasms or off-putting because she sensed something was up if she couldn't touch her.

Regina licked her fingers clean of Emma's arousal and came a while later in pants and moans. She quickly leaned forward and kissed Emma. Emma could taste herself on Regina's tongue. Regina could tell the blonde was tired and told her to sleep as she embraced her. Emma obeyed her. She truly was tired. But as her eyes kept drifting off she couldn't help but smile in Regina's embrace as she laid her head on her breast. She had forgotten to ask Regina what spurred her visit as she began to drift off. That's when she heard Regina's voice, low and distant. Regina probably thought she had fallen asleep.

"Robin proposed last night . . . I said yes."

She felt one last, quick peck of lips on her head before everything went dark.

When she awoke alone the next morning, she thought she had dreamed all of last night but the red-lipstick residue on her lips and the stickiness in between her nude thighs told her otherwise. Maybe she had just dreamed the proposal confession, maybe she was too tired last night and had hallucinated but the brunette's call she received the next week asking her to be her Maid of Honor proved she hadn't dreamed any of it.

"Regina Mills is . . . not my friend." No, wrong start. "Regina Mills is my best friend." Amended.

"I've known Regina for ten years now," Emma started again, "but it wasn't until we roomed together that I began to detest her." Wrong. Again.

"Regina and I have been many things to each other over the years: best friends, roommates, lovers." It was then that Emma wished she should have worked on this way before the day she had to recite her toast.

"Regina Mills is, quite possibly, the luckiest girl in the world. Beauty, wealth, impeccable lineage, intelligence – the list goes on and on." This tone felt right.

"But through all this good fortune, Regina is perhaps the luckiest in love." And now I have to speak about her relationship with Robin. This in Emma's opinion was the best and worst option for a toast because it lead her to accept that this marriage was happening. It would have been easier to admit she were jealous of Regina's looks rather than admit she was jealous of Robin marrying Regina. No, she wasn't jealous. She was indignant. She had dated Regina first. The only difference was that her relationship had ended in one night and had been robbed of time to mourn when forced to face Robin the next day when he started dating Regina. The only comfort Emma received was predicting that after graduation, Robin and Regina would go their separate ways, and she and Regina would eventually reunite. But the years after college only confirmed half of her prediction: Regina and Emma did reunite with renewed passion, but they did so while Robin and Regina's relationship thrived. And it was with a hopeful outlook did Emma find herself entwined in an affair.

At first it felt like an experiment but soon it became something out of habit. It helped that they were best friends since freshmen year because it didn't raise any red flags when they talked everyday on the phone or hung out together all the time. The physical attraction was always there but it was something deeper that kept them connected after their own fallout. In Regina's presence, Emma always felt strangely calm, time always passed at an accelerated pace, memories of them looked different. She knew it was more than nostalgia that they both longed for one another.

Emma dated other people to assure herself that it wasn't out of loneliness that she continued to see Regina and it wasn't. With everyone else, Emma felt rushed. As if they were bored or waiting to let her go. It was different with Regina. She knew her friends disapproved of her friendship with Regina. But they didn't know all of it and she would never tell them all of it. She let them believe whatever they pleased. At least they were correct in one thing: Emma was brokenhearted. Not because the relationship had ended suddenly but because it had never truly ended.

Finally, she felt inspired:

"Regina and Robin are two incredible people who are going to have incredible lives. Unfortunately, they are not meant to spend their lives together."

Loud laughter coming the bathroom down the hallway interrupted her brief moment of content. As she entered she saw Red and Tink indulged in a steamy war of hair dryers and perfume.

"Oh, there you are," Tink chirped.

"I'm screwed for my toast," Emma declared.

"Shut up," said Red. "You always say that and then you give the best toast of the night."

As they became suddenly silent, all took on their tasks of finishing their hair and makeup.

"Hey, you okay?" Red asked suddenly.

"Why does everyone keep asking me that?"

"Yeah, I wonder why people keep asking you that."

"I'm sorry. It was just . . . a really long drive."

"Cut the bullshit, Em." Red continued. "When was the last time you saw her?"

"Saw who?"

"Regina, Em. You were sick, that was a bullshit excuse for skipping her bachelorette party. When was the last time you saw Regina?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"You dated her for some time."

"Two years."

"Okay, two years. But you guys have stayed close."

"Yeah, we are. I mean, we were."

"Well, when was the last time you saw her?"

"Honestly, I don't remember."

"Sometime around the engagement?"

"Around then, I guess."

"You guess?"

"Fine, it was the day after."

"That's sweet. She called to tell you first?"

"No."

"But you spoke with her?"

Emma nodded. "She didn't mention it. Red, just back off."

"She didn't mention it? So when did you hear?" Tink chimed in.

"When Regina called to ask me to be her maid of honor the next week and that was it. And then . . . nothing. We haven't spoken since." Tink and Red gave her sympathetic looks and she couldn't stand it. "Guys, I'm fine. Really. I couldn't be happier for them."

The friends decided they should drop the issue and continue to prepare for the rehearsal.