"OK."
I can feel you close to me; so very close that if I move just a tiny inch; our bodys could be as one. You are looking down to where you are holding my coat when I open my eyes. And you are smiling; a small, but beautiful smile. Oh how I wish to kiss you. I put my hands back into my pockets; protecting them from the cold air; and hiding them from you; so you don't see them shaking.
"How about..."you're still holding onto me; your eyes now catching mine as a drop of rain falls onto your nose and slides down it slowly. My lips turn into a smirk as I see your cheeks turn into a darker shade of pink. You rub on the top of your nose and laugh shyly.
"How about we start with a date?" A date? A date would be perfect! A kiss would be even better. Just kiss me already before my heart explodes from how much I...
It must seem that I have lost myself in my thoughts; daydreaming; couse next thing I know you are pulling me behind you, under the roof behind Granny's. When did it start to rain this much?
Your hair is wet and so is mine; as you lean with your back to the building behind you. My heart is racing and I fell a heat growing inside me; burning thru my flesh as your eyes turn darker looking at me. "I wish I could read your mind right now." I think I had a spell that can help me do that.
Your laugh pulls me out of my thoughts, back to the pouring rain.
"Its too soon for these thoughts anyway; if we are going to go slow." You smile back at me. An idea crossing my mind. I move closer; the cool of the rain giving me courage to use my "evil" side.
"You do realize I can use my magic on you Miss Swan." I say matter of fact-ly;I could to that; I could take a peak into your thoughts. See what you are truly thinking. But I wont. I look into your eyes that turn from dark to light again, even in this dark night I can see a glow in them.
"You don't have to do that;" Your hands reach for mine and pull me closer to you; our bodys pressed together. I lean my forehead onto yours; exhausted from all the emotions running thru my mind. "You don't have to use magic on me, Regina. I'm already under your spell."
A tear mixed with rain is falling down my cheek as I feel the ice of your hands moving over my coat to my neck; and tracing light lines over it.
"Your hands are cold. You should go back inside Emma." The last thing you need is to catch a cold, standing in the rain with the Evil Queen.
"Not cold. All good." You smile again and I feel myself moving slightly; our noses touching. "You're cold Emma. I don't want you to get sick." My hands move on their own accord; holding onto your hips. My lips speak one, as my body does the other. Are breaths intertwined; warm puffs of air the only visible distance between us. Your hands move behind my neck; a light shiver running down my spine from your touch.
"I..." I see you swallow hard, closing your eyes; like you are trying to clear your mind.
"What is it? Emma, you can tell me." I move backwards, just enough to have a better look into your beautiful emerald eyes once you look at me again.
You're as scared as much as I am, aren't you dear? I can see that now. You want this; but you are just as afraid as I am. Gods Emma you are so beautiful! So strong, so...
"I want to kiss you!" The words come out louder then you wished to say them; I see that by the way you look to the ground and then back at me. Those words, so simple are able to make my heart tremble; the words and the way you look at me.
"I want to take you out on a date; I wanna sweep you of your feet and I want to treat you right. But I wanted to kiss you for so long and I feel like..." You have no time to end your thoughts as my lips crash onto yours. Tasting the wet rain first, then the warmth of your lips. I feel your surprise as your body tenses under mine; but that only last for a split second; as my hands move up your torso to your back, I feel you relax in my arms. Your hands are still behind my neck, now lightly tugging on my wet hair; emphasizing the need to convince yourself and me, that this is truly happening.
The taste of your lips is intoxicating; but the burning pressure on my chest reminds me that we must stop and reach for air. Or death will get us with a kiss.
You move back to the wall once more; not fully moving out of my embrace. A breathless smirk plays on your lips. Your eyes dangerously glowing.
"So I guess this is your way of saying yes to the date."
A unexpected laugh escapes my body; before I lean into you; giving a light peck to your lips.
"Yes. I will go on a date with you."