Yep, two chapter updates in less than 24 hours. My surprise for all of my readers. Hope you guys enjoy. We are getting closer to the two ladies actually seeing each other again. Stick with it.

Regina glanced down at her left wrist, giving it a small shake to get the face of the watch in a position that she could read the time. 5:32 pm. She would be back in her hometown in just under half an house. She had opted to work until noon before getting on the road to attend the reunion that she was suddenly having second thoughts about.

It was true what Kathryn had said. She hadn't been to any of the previous reunions, all with the same thought she had about this one. What if Emma was there? She hadn't seen the blonde since they took their fall finals in their junior year of college. Not since they were 21. That was twelve years ago. Not that she had counted or anything.

She shook her head as she pushed those thoughts from her head. But how would Emma react to seeing her? Would she be shocked to see the woman she had become or would she rub the past in her face like a childish person? Her grip tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white at the pressure. Of course Emma would probably rub it in her face. Heck, that's what she had been doing in college just minutes before Regina confronted her about it.

To hell with how Emma might react or what she might say. She was the one who broke Regina's heart. The brunette had nothing to hide. She was going to enjoy herself that weekend and not care about what Emma thought.

Hey eyes caught sight of the garment bag in the backseat through the rearview mirror and she couldn't stop the smirk that crossed her lips. At Kathryn's insistent nagging, she had packed two dresses for the reunion. The first would be what she would change into once she made it into town for drinks and socializing. It was her grey dress with the asymmetric neckline accented with a thin belt around her waist. The second dress was for the dance that would be on the Saturday night. It was one of her personal favorite; her little black dress that stopped just above her knees, hugging her curves in all the right places. Of course she had packed her red fuck-me heels to go with it. Because if Emma Swan was going to be there, then Regina was going to make her regret everything she had thrown away those twelve years ago.

Playing out in the water until dinner and returning until the last rays of sun light disappeared beyond the horizon had been a bad idea that both teenage girls regretted as they got ready for bed that night. Emma had just finished brushing her teeth before heading back to the room. The main light was off but the room was basked in the soft light of a bedside lamp. Regina held up a bottle of lotion and gave Emma a pleading smile.

"Could you rub this on my back? I'll rub you first?"

Emma let out a low laugh at the small pout Regina gave her before nodding and moving to the bed.

"Get on your stomach. And take off your shirt."

Regina's request was innocent enough, but it didn't stop the faint blush from coloring Emma's cheeks. She kept her back to the brunette as she lifted the shirt carefully from her body and moved to her stomach on the bed.

She felt the bed dip as Regina climbed on and straddled her, sitting on the back of her thighs as she squirted lotion into her hand. Tentively, she dabbed a few places with generous amounts of the cool concoction before beginning to work it into the sunburnt skin. Emma let out a low hiss at the contact and Regina whispered and apology.

Despite the obvious reason, Emma's skin felt on fire as Regina's hands touched her. She shivered slightly, closing her eyes and trying to focus on the fact that it would ease the burn and ignore the fact that she would be doing the same to Regina in just a few minutes.

A small popping sound make Emma's eyes flutter open, taking notice to how the room was not engulfed in darkness.

"The light burnt. I'll fix it in the morning." Regina's hands worked the sensitive flesh until all the lotion had disappeared. She gave Emma a playful tap on her backside to let her know that she was finished. Grabbing her shirt, she sat up and pulled the tank top back on before taking the bottle from Regina.

"Your turn."

Regina didn't waste any time with tossing her shirt to the side and lying face down on the bed. Emma could just faintly make out the red burn against her naturally olive toned skin. She moved closer and squirted the lotion straight onto her back, making her jump from the sudden cold feeling against her skin.

Emma began working her fingers over the tender flesh, smiling softly as she felt Regina begin to relax under her skillful hands. The room was quiet except for the sounds of their breathing when Regina let out a soft moan. Emma's finger stilled, waiting to see if the girl was going to respond to the noise.

"Keep going. That feels amazing." Regina whispered, her voice sounding a bit groggy in her relaxed state.

Emma cleared her throat. "Roll over," she almost croaked. Her nerved went through the roof as Regina rolled over beneath, eyes still closed as she enjoyed the way her body was feeling.

Emma swallowed hard as she took in the sight of her friend laying half naked before her. She forced her eyes back to the lotion as she dabbed some on her fingertips and began to work it onto Regina's upper chest and shoulders. With her eyes having adjusted to the dark room, she could more clearly make out the distinction between normal and burnt flesh. Her lotion covered finger traced along the line, following it over the swell of Regina's breast. She heard another soft moan and her eyes shot up to Regina's face, taking notice of the wide eyes staring back at her.

Her finger stilled as they stared as each other. What was she doing? They were supposed to be friends. Nothing more.

"'Gina." Emma whispered softly, leaning down towards the brunette. She hesitated slightly, eyes darting from full lips to wide eyes.

"Emma," Regina breathed.

She lifted her head off the bed slightly and Emma leaned down the rest of the way. Their lips met softly, moving together uncertainly. Emma pulled back a fraction before crashing their lips back together. This time it was more certain. Her tongue pushed past partially parted lips to tangle with Regina's, who thrust a hand into Emma's hair to pull her closer as the kiss deepened.

As if getting slapped back into reality, Regina's eyes popped open and she pushed Emma away. The blonde scrambled backward until she sat on the edge of the bed.

"Oh my gosh, Regina. I'm so sorry." Her voice was shaky as she spoke. She pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them as she watched Regina pull her shirt back on. "I don't know what came over me. That wasn't supposed to happen. I'll…. I'll go sleep in the living room." She untangled her limps and went to move off the bed when a hand on her wrist stopped her.

"You don't have to leave." The softness in Regina's voice shocked herself. She had just been kissed by her friend and it left her feeling…. She couldn't describe it. It was something she certainly had never felt before.

"But Regina, I just-."

"I'm well aware of what you just did. If you remember, I was an active participant. Can we just go to bed right now and talk about this tomorrow?"

Emma nodded her head and swallowed. "So you don't hate me? You aren't mad at me?"

"No." Again, she was shocked by her answer. Every fiber of her being told her that she should be furious with Emma. That she should have slapped the blonde the minute their lips at met. But had she not wanted that kiss? Why would she have lifted her head up if she hadn't? This wasn't here. She was straight. She had dated guys before and knew she was into everything they had to offer. But that kiss was different. There was something about Emma Swan that she couldn't put her finger on, but she was going to find out what it was.

Regina lifted a shaky hand to her lips. That kiss, their first kiss, had been so long ago. It had opened the doors for their relationship; no matter how much of a secret it was while they were still in high school.

After they had broken up, she had tried to play the field. Believing Emma to have been a phase, Regina had graced the beds of plenty of guys while she was still in college. Each time had always ended the same; unsatisfying and unfulfilling. With the thought of not being into men in her mind, she instead began to see women. It was the same song and dance. Even when she did find someone who she felt was worthy of a relationship, she always found some reason to dump them and continue her life as a celibate hermit. Kathryn was never happy about that.

The familiar "Welcome to Storybrooke" sign brought her back to reality. If possible, she gripped the steering wheel tighter before letting out a slow, calming breath. She loosened her hold slightly. It was now or never and it was already too late to turn around and head back to the safely of her Albany apartment. And with Kathryn not far behind her….

She soon saw the familiar town that had been her childhood home. Sure, she would come for holidays, but the nostalgic feeling was ever-present as she drove through the small town before turning into the driveway of her old home. 108 Miflin.