Emma's eyes flashed open as she was sprayed in the face with water, spluttering she blinked her eyes several times, to see what had happened.
"What the hell?!" she screeched shaking her hair like a dog, she looked up to see Regina stood over the bed holding up her hand, she did not look impressed.
"Shall you be requiring another drenching?" she asked waggling her fingers. Emma sat up making Regina step back instantly,
"No thank you" she hissed sarcastically her hair dripping. Regina relaxed her hand and smiled.
"Well we have a full day laid out Miss Swan, it appears someone broke specific rules and is in need of, well let's not say a punishment. Let's go with a character building lesson" Regina said smugly she was clearly enjoying this, she bit her lip slightly trying to hold back a laugh as Emma tied her wet hair back angrily. Emma walked to her dressing table noticing her old clothes had gone missing and an entirely new set awaited her, it was a simple blouse and black pants. Not smart in Regina's eyes but way more expensive than anything Emma would have bought
"So what do you have in mind for this punishment, I mean character building?" Emma sighed folding her arms, Regina smiled.
"I know just the thing" She mused.

"All of them?!" Emma protested staring at the greying, previously white steps leading to the mansion. Regina nodded placing a bucket of hot water and a handbrush down on the bottom step.
"Yes, all of them Miss Swan, every last step scrubbed and gleaming white" she said. Emma's shoulders slumped, it would take her ALL day, especially with a handbrush,
"Can't I use a better brush?" she asked. Regina sighed and clicked her fingers,
"No need! let's get you started shall we?" she said Emma froze as the familiar force that made her feel like a puppet on strings suddenly slammed her to the floor making her grab the brush and start scrubbing, this all happened by a quick flick of Regina's fingers.
"Ahhh!" Emma whimpered as her hands had a mind of their own
"Now you keep at this constant pace and the steps will be clean in no time, perhaps you will even build up an appetite to actually dine with me tonight Miss Swan, and not have to suffer cold lasagne" Regina chuckled walking away.
"God I hate you" Emma hissed as she regained control, Regina merely shrugged and disappeared back into the house.
"Slave labour!" Emma shouted throwing the brush which hit the doorframe, she was sure to throw it away from Regina. She hated to think how it would have turned out if it had hit her. Eventually after sulking for a while Emma picked up the brush and began to scrub the steps, it was strangely calming and she often imagined that she was scrubbing the brush on Regina's face which made her feel so much better. Emma looked up occasionally staring beyond the gates dreaming of her freedom, she could totally escape if she wanted to if it wasn't for the watchful eyes on her, from which window she wasn't sure about, then she would have bolted. Sighing Emma focused onto her work which exceeded the rest of the day as she thought. By the time Emma was done she was strangely proud of her work, the steps were sparkling white in the sunset and Emma stood at the top of them like a queen admiring her castle,
"Not bad Swan" she whispered.
"Not bad indeed" Regina said softly behind her. Emma's eyes widened and she jumped to the side as Regina slunk round her and inspected her handy work. Regina turned back a smile on her face, but this one was so much more inviting. Her chocolate eyes seemed to be more...human. Emma gulped.
"Miss Swan, I do hope that you learnt a lesson from this, but would you now like to join me for the evening meal?" Regina said, her tone still hosting a slight danger. Emma stayed silent and shrugged, she imagined a home cooked meal was good, at least one that was warm. Although making a mess of Regina's pristine floor was worth the trouble of eating cold lasagne the previous night. Regina nodded and showed her through to the dining room, weirdly enough she didn't make Emma change, perhaps she was too excited by being joined for dinner. Emma sat down at the end of a large table that was set out for 18 places, the china plates were beautiful and the cutlery was the finest silver she had ever seen. Yet only two places at opposite ends of the table were being used, the rest were just empty ghosts that seemed to radiate the silence. The silver candlestick held elegant white candles which flickered softly in the table centre. Emma felt very at peace even if it was dining with the enemy. Regina swiftly appeared and placed a plate of chicken in white wine with potatoes, it smelt delicious and Emma's mouth filled with salvia involuntarily. Regina then placed her own meal down, before coming back to Emma, she picked up a bottle of expensive wine and filled a crystal glass for her.
"This wine is most excellent with Chicken; I used it for the sauce. But since it is also good to drink, why not?" she said her tone weirdly excitable. Emma remained silent trying desperately to remember Regina was the enemy. Emma admired Regina's outfit subtly from the corner of her eye, she wore another suit, it was obviously tailored and made out of a beautiful navy blue fabric, which felt soft as it brushed past Emma's arm.
"A toast to new situations" Regina said holding up her own glass, Emma shook her head coming back to reality having being stuck in her thoughts for a while. Emma lifted her glass and nodded in acknowledgment.
"No really the best one" she muttered but knew Regina still heard it. The two ate in silence, until Regina broke it.
"So Miss Swan what brings you to Storybrooke?" she asked curiously, Emma shook her head slowly pushing the food around her plate.
"I'm not sure I just kind of…ended up here" she said not being able to find any explanation, Regina nodded but not satisfied with the answer, she took a large drink of her wine and continued to watch Emma with inquisitive eyes.
"Any family?" Regina asked resting her hand under her chin thoughtfully hopeful for a better answer this time.
"None" Emma said simply after a while by now she was staring down at the dessert Regina had placed in front of her. Apple pie with cream, how long had she not answered for? She still couldn't bring herself to talk to Regina civilly. Every time she tried she was just reminded by her arrogance and damn smugness, and of course the situation. Regina seemed to have lost the wicked sparkle to her eye and was chasing the pie around her plate, maybe this was her idea of a fancy dinner and Emma just wasn't playing ball.
After an awkward dinner Emma left the table and Regina's company making her way back to the library. At least there she could relax, but on passing the forbidden corridor Emma paused, her mind going to the room on the end, Regina's room. Regina had wanted to get to know her during dinner. Maybe Emma would allow her to if she knew what she was dealing with herself, surely Regina couldn't be that bothered if she had a quick look, it's not likely that she would throw Emma out for doing that, it was a win-win situation either way! Emma looked back to the bottom of the stairs; she could hear the faint noise of Regina washing up. Emma had time, silently she crept to the door, she outstretched her hand and pushed on the door gently and to her surprise it opened, biting her lip and looking back a second time Emma stepped inside the 'forbidden room'

And yes I'm leaving you hanging! Don't hate me please! But keep the reviews coming and I'm looking forward to the next chapter I have a couple of good idea for it, this was more of a filler chapter :D