A/N: Alrighy, another one out. I hope you're all still enjoying this thingy. Thanks for the support :)


Regina honest to god hated budget meetings. Not the National kind of budget, rather, the petty ones such as how much they should allow for flowers or other decorum. It honestly didn't matter to Regina, as she spent most of her time in her office. To this day, she didn't understand why they didn't use fake flowers in the damn place. It would save a whole lot of hassle, not to mention flowers.

Alas, she checked her watch, it would seem it would be another ten o'clock dinner.

The brunette stood and shook the hands of her staff members, thanking each of them as they made their way out of the room. She let out a deep breath and massaged her temples, giving herself a moment before she went about finding something to eat.

"Are you alright, Ma'am?"

Regina caught the eyes of the man in the doorway and smiled.

"I'll be a lot better once I can finally eat something."

Graham grinned, "Didn't enjoy the meeting?"

"Not one bit," the President stood up and pushed in her chair, "Though, it's nothing compared to the meetings tomorrow."

"House meetings?"

Regina nodded, "They're trying to push some bullshit women's health bill through that would place more restrictions on abortion clinics. I can't believe the nerve of a bunch of crusty ass old men sitting around making decisions for the women in this country."

Holding the door open for the brunette, Graham followed her out of the Green Room.

"They're vultures, the lot of them."

"Tell me about it." She laughed, running a hand through her hair.

"Want me to tell the kitchen you're coming down?"

Regina shook her head, "No, thank you. Though, if you have any idea where Miss Swan is, that would be helpful. I need to discuss some details about the upcoming banquet with her."

Graham couldn't help but smile knowingly at the brunette.

"She was in our monitor room the last time I checked," he paused to hold open another door at the end of the hall, "But your best bet is probably a little farther back in the break room. She's likely solicited some poor Chinese delivery person as well, if you're interested."

"You're a life saver, Graham." Regina breathed, walking down the stairs with the man.

"No, Ma'am. Just doing my job." He smiled, "I'll walk you up here to the main hallway and then I have patrol. Tell Swan that I said to behave."

Regina blushed a little at the man's words, but kept her composure nonetheless, "Whatever you want."

"Alright, here we are. Good luck with your dinner."

"Thank you, Graham."

Regina waved at the man as he turned to their right and she to their left.

It wasn't a far walk to the monitor room, or rather, the anthill. Most staff members had taken to calling it the anthill because there were usually several agents holed up in there at any given time. Luckily for her, with patrol just changing over, it was likely she'd have some time with Emma alone. Time that, thanks to her profession, was pretty hard to come by, so the two relished it.

Coming to a stop outside of the room, Regina gave David a smile before walking in.

"Oh," Regina backed out, "If it isn't too much trouble, would you please make sure no one comes in here for a few minutes, David?"

The man smiled kindly and nodded, "Yes, Ma'am."

"Thank you." Regina said, giving him a small smile as she closed the door behind her.

She wasn't a even two steps down the short hallway that held the monitor room and the agents' break room before she heard the obnoxious sounding coughing. Regina rolled her eyes, quickly walking down to the end of the hallway that housed none other than Emma Swan.

Observing the scene before her, Regina took in the box of white rice that was still hot, yet nearly half way gone. She opened her mouth to make a teasing comment at the woman's fast eating habit, but she stopped at the sight of Emma's red face. Panic flared up in Regina's stomach at the sight of Emma choking, and she rushed to the sink to hurriedly fill up a glass of water.

Regina shoved the glass of water into Emma's hands, forcing the woman to drink it while the brunette patted her back. Eventually, Emma calmed and gave a loud gulp that came before her last cough, signaling the end of her choking fit.

"You rice guzzling imbecile!" Regina cried, smacking Emma on the arm.

"Ow!" the blonde cried, "What the hell was that for?"

Regina scowled, sitting down next to her agent, "You could've died back here, you idiot! It's dangerous to eat rice that fast by yourself!"

"I would've been fine, Regina. Calm down." Emma breathed, scooping some of her rice and sweet and sour chicken onto a plate for the brunette.

"Doubtful. David couldn't possibly hear you. What if I hadn't come in?"

"Are you seriously going to argue with me over some rice?"

"Yes."

Emma rolled her eyes, "Jesus, Regina. I'm fine. It's no big deal, now eat."

"It is a big deal, Emma. You can't be so careless with yourself." Regina said softly, picking at the food with a fork.

"Careful, Madame President, I might begin to think you actually like me."

Regina picked up a grain of the rice and flicked it at Emma's face, "Shut up."

"It's sweet that you're worried, Regina." Emma sighed, finally understanding why the brunette was so worked up, "I promise I'll be more careful, alright?"

"Good."

Emma stood up to throw her trash away and grab a napkin from the counter for Regina. Walking back over to the table, she stopped behind Regina's chair and softly brushed the brunette's hair to her other shoulder. Emma gently laid a kiss to the side of Regina's neck, before moving her lips up to her ear.

"Besides, you can't get rid of me that easily, sweetheart."

Emma sat the napkin down next to the woman before taking her seat. She couldn't help but grin at the blush that had risen up Regina's neck and into her cheeks, as well as the soft smile that now adorned the President's face.

"I would hope not," Regina fell back into her sassy self, "My life would be so boring without you in it to drive me crazy."

The blonde agent continued to smile, watching as Regina regally spooned the last of her meal into her mouth.

"You done?"

Regina nodded, wiping her mouth with the napkin before handing her trash over to Emma's waiting hands.

"Thank you. I was starving."

"Yeah, I figured. Meetings always wear me out too."

Regina frowned at the blonde and punched her shoulder, "You are the most annoying person I have ever met."

"You wound me." Emma pouted, placing her hand over her heart.

"I'm sure."

The President tried to continue her scowl, but found it nearly impossible when faced with the goofy grin that Emma was wearing.

"Got ya."

"Stop cheesing, Emma."

The blonde giggled and grabbed Regina's hand, "Come watch Food Network with me."

Regina allowed herself to be dragged over to the small couch that was in the little room. She sat down on the surprisingly comfortable cushion and closed her eyes while Emma turned on the television to her desired station. The sounds of some mindless cooking show drifted into her ears, and it was a welcome noise compared to the hustle of her busy day. She felt the other side of the couch dip before she was being tugged into Emma's lap.

"Who says I want to sit with you?" Regina sassed, leaning her head on the blonde's shoulder.

"Let's chalk it up to instinct."

Regina smiled, "Mhmm, is that what they're calling it these days?"

"Hey, quiet down Your Highness. I'm trying to watch this." Emma warningly grazed her hands over the President's sides, causing the brunette to jolt.

"Don't you dare."

Emma giggled, "Wouldn't dream of it."

Regina released a breath that she hadn't realized she had even been holding in. She reached up and began to play with Emma's black tie, twisting and untwisting the two strips of material as she lazily leaned into the woman's embrace.

"Do you want me to take you upstairs so you can go to bed?" Emma asked softly after a few minutes.

Regina shook her head, "No, I want to stay with you."

The blonde couldn't help but smile at this, the best part of her life was undoubtedly getting to steal away these little moments with Regina.

"Alright, then at least let me do this."

Regina hummed her approval to whatever Emma was going to do, her trust in the blonde agent having no bounds. She barely flinched as Emma moved them into a laying position with the blonde on her back while she held Regina close with an arm around the small of the brunette's back.

"Better?" Emma asked, brining her other hand up to gently run her fingers along Regina's cheek.

The brunette nodded against Emma's chest before burying her face in the blonde's neck, "Yes, much."

Emma turned her eyes back to the television, watching as bakers hustled around the kitchen to make various kinds of cupcakes. She felt Regina press her lips softly against her collarbone, then her neck, and finally up to her jaw.

"Madame President, how very presumptuous of you." the blonde teased, running her hand up and down Regina's back comfortingly.

"Stop being so infuriating and kiss me, Miss Swan."

Emma's eyes shined brightly then, her hand coming to rest on Regina's cheek to tilt the brunette's head down towards her own. Their lips met gently, Emma showing the upmost of care and tenderness with the woman on top of her. Regina could feel the obvious restraint that Emma was using, and she couldn't help but smile a little into the blonde's mouth. Running her tongue along Emma's pale lips, the brunette wasn't at all surprised that Emma granted her request before softly taking over the kiss.

They broke apart a a few seconds later, but not without Emma placing a few more feather light kisses to Regina's jaw, causing the woman to hum in appreciation. The President's head once again came to lay on Emma's chest while the blonde continued to place little kisses into brunette hair.

Regina trailed her fingers along the lapel of Emma's jacket while her eyes grew heavy.

"Will you wake me up when someone needs in here?"

Emma nodded, "Sure"

"And you won't leave me?"

"Of course not," the blonde softly squeezed her arm around Regina's back, "You know that."

"I just wanted to be sure." Regina whispered softly.

"Rest now, Gina." Emma tells her quietly.

She's met with a barely audible snore from the woman's lips and Emma grins. She sends a quick text to David asking if he'd call her when the next patrol needs in before turning on her ringer. Setting her phone on the coffee table, Emma gives one last kiss to the sleeping brunette's hairline before her own eyes slide shut.


Also- I know that this isn't actually how the Secret Service works in real life, but we're going to pretend that it does so that I can keep going with this :D

Should I go more fluff or angst next chapter? I don't really know so someone should tell me, okay? Okie dokie.

Thanks again :)