A/N: Thanks so much for all the follows/favorites I really appreciate it. This is the last and final chapter, I know it's short, but I wanted a simple ending that could tie the whole story together. Sequel: yes or no?
Emma quietly opened the door to her apartment, not wanting to wake Mary Margaret up. She was still incredibly grateful that Mary Margaret had taken her in, and had been so understanding about her situation. Emma found her roommate sitting on the couch with a confused expression on her face. Holding the flowers in one hand and a drink in the other Mary Margaret looked up at her.
"Emma, Regina dropped these off for you," she held up the bouquet. She was clearly puzzled, but an amused expression came over her face when she saw Emma's reaction. "Is there something you'd like to share with the class?"
Emma couldn't take her eyes of the gorgeous orchids. Had she known they were her favorites? Emma wasn't quite sure how to answer Mary Margaret's question. Regina was acting strange when I dropped Henry off... She recalled the Mayor's nervous manner (something which was incredibly rare with the woman), the way she had quickly shut the door, and how her face had reddened ever so slightly from embarrassment. And now this. Emma knew she felt something for the Mayor, but she didn't now how to express it. And until now Regina hadn't shown any of the same feelings. Maybe she's just thanking me for the game night?
"Nope, not a thing. I think they're just a thank you" Emma muttered hurriedly, "thanks for taking them." Emma reached forward to grab the flowers, but Mary Margaret pulled them away with a teasing smile.
Mary Margaret wasn't going to let her friend get away with it. She had known the woman long enough to tell when something was wrong. She didn't know what Emma's relationship with Regina was, all she knew was that it had the potential to make her very happy. She couldn't call herself a true friend if she didn't make any attempts to steer the stubborn blonde in the right direction. "Are you sure Emma? You're not the only one who can tell when someone's lying you know. We don't have to talk about it, but I know something's up. You know she might be good for you, and for Henry."
Emma sighed, "I'm really not sure what exactly is going on. Did she say anything to you?"
"Well sheseemed really disappointed to see me, but then again we know she's not my biggest fan." Mary Margaret laughed, she had no idea why the Mayor resented her so much, but after a while her ridiculous attitude became amusing.
"Well thanks again, but I think I'm going to go to bed now." There was no way Emma was ready to have some sort of touchy-feely conversation with her roommate just yet, and especially not about Regina. Emma hated getting involved in something like this, and if she crashed and burned she didn't want anyone to know about it. She walked back to her room, but Mary Margaret was not fooled. She knew her friend had something going on with the Mayor, but frankly it was about time Emma had some sort of romantic involvement.
Barely dodged that bullet. She returned her focus to the flowers in her hand, loosening her grip when she realized how tightly she had been holding onto them. She inhaled, appreciating their light scent. She looked down, running her fingertips gently across the smooth white and purple petals. Emma set them down, ran her fingers through her hair, and closed her eyes. Maybe she does feel something too. Emma knew how confident Regina usually was, yet she had seemed so flustered when Emma was at the mansion earlier. They had been flirting lightly for the past few days, but could that really overcome all the anger and hatred they had between them? Well we can at least try.
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Emma quietly opened the front door and tip-toed out of the apartment. Even though she wasn't exactly known to be stealthy there was no way she could face Mary Margaret if she got caught. She walked downstairs and got in her car. Emma quickly started up her buggy and slammed the gas, knowing she would change her mind if she didn't do this fast. This was the way she always acted, she saw something she wanted and went for it. No pause, no hesitation, no time to think anything through. She didn't know what she would say to her, but she had to say something. Emma's hands tightened around the wheel, while she stared directly ahead. She focused on Regina and nothing else. She didn't let herself think about all the ways that this could go wrong. The possible rejection, the heartbreak, hurting Henry... well she tried not to. She drove up to the Mayor's mansion and ran to the door, knocking loudly without thinking. Emma's eyes shot up to (what she presumed to be Regina's room) as the lights flickered on. She heard the hurried sounds of bare footsteps, which only served as a brief warning as Regina flung the door open.
"Miss Swan, what on earth are you doing? It is one in the morning and I have work tomorrow. You could've woken Henry up!" Regina whisper-shouted. In the silence Regina's glare zoomed in on the orchids Emma had in her hand and then fluttered back up to meet Emma's eyes. They were no longer the eyes of an angry woman, but they were the eyes of a hurt and nervous girl.
Emma held the bouquet up, "does this mean what I think it means? Where these... where you..." The blonde rapidly lost her momentum, Regina had that effect on her. She didn't want to play games anymore, she just wanted the truth. "Do you have feelings for me?"
"I... I think... Miss Sw-Emma. I brought those to you, to ask you to go out. On a date. With me." Regina stammered, trying to regain control of the situation. She hated having her feelings on display, but before she could think of something better to say she felt the blonde's lips brush against hers.
The brunette made no attempts to retreat, so Emma captured Regina's lips for a deeper kiss. She gently stepped back and smiled. "I guess it's a date."
THE END