Regina woke to an empty bed, the front of her body cold. Her eyes slowly opened, taking a few seconds to adjust to the harsh light of the morning sun. Had she dreamt it all? Had the Savior truly come to her room or had her imagination gotten the better of her and it was all a dream. She rubbed her hands over her face and sighed, throwing her covers away from her naked body and got out of bed, shivering as the cold air hit her skin. She made her way to the bathroom, her eyes cast down, staring down at her hands.

Had she not been looking down, she wouldn't have noticed the one piece of evidence that had proved that Miss Swan had in fact been in her bedroom last night, as naked as she was now, no doubt.

There, peeking out from under the bed was a skimpy black lace thong that most certainly did not belong to the Mayor.

Emma shoved the silver key into its designated hole, turned it and unlocked the door, and pushed it open with ease. She trudged into her home, turning off lights as she went.

"Henry?" She called up the stairs, hoping the young man would come out of his bedroom. She heard nothing, not even footsteps above her. She sighed and made her way up the large staircase and down the hall to Henry's bedroom. She rapped her knuckles on the door three times, leaning against it as if it could keep her from drowning in the memories of last night.

"Hen, you in there?" she asked, turning the brass doorknob and opening the wooden door. She found the room empty, the bed undisturbed with a white sheet of paper resting atop it. She huffed out a breath at the extra-ness of the boy. She picked it up and read the lines of chicken scratch much like her own.

"Ma, I assume you got caught up in some… mess with Mom, so I went to Violet's. I hope you don't mind, she was just feeling bad. I will be home in time for dinner, but please, just don't tell Mom. She will flip." Emma folded the letter and set it on the nightstand with a sigh. He was nearly an adult, he was seventeen. He was mature enough not to do something stupid and reckless, so she decided to trust him. She walked out of the simple bedroom, shutting the door behind her, and walking to her own bedroom.

Emma fell down onto the bed, her fair fanning out around her. She huffed out a breath and shifted her lower half uncomfortably, her core rubbing against the rough material of her jeans. Dejected, she sat up and stripped of her clothes, throwing them in the hamper next to the door of the bathroom. She didn't have time to find her underwear and put it on before Regina started stirring around in the bed that morning.

She let the hot water run over her tight muscles, washing away the smells and remnants of the amazing sex her and the brunette had last night. She wished the hands washing her were Regina's, but she knew that would never happen.

Last night was a mistake, she knew that all too well. She couldn't blame alcohol, she couldn't blame anything except her own lack of self control and her horrible decision-making skills. Had she not kissed that brilliant woman, she wouldn't be feeling the way she was now, the delicious ache between her legs a constant reminder.

Too soon the water ran cold, breaking Emma from her thoughts and sending a shiver through her body. She sighed and turned off the water and stepped out onto the cold tile and wrapped a white towel around her body.

She changed into a large white tee and some boxer shorts and climbed into her bed, burying herself under the covers. She shut her eyes, trying to think of anything but Regina, but fails.

Images of the brunette flashed through her mind, her mind reeling with the memories from the previous night. The way she touched her, the way she moved perfectly with her, the way she kissed her. Emma let the memories consume her, knowing that once Henry was home, she'd have to get her shit together and act like the mother he needed, not the lovesick woman who was desperately in love with the woman who raised him. She allowed herself to cry, to hurt, to be mad that they couldn't be together.

Eventually she fell asleep with the woman she loved on her mind, her body and mind exhausted. She dreamt of nothing, her memories closed off in the back of her mind where she kept so many unwanted secrets, adding Regina and their night together to them.

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Regina dressed herself for the day, putting herself in black dress pants and a white scoop-necked shirt with a red cardigan. It was different from her normal attire, but today she just didn't care. She did not have the capacity to care about anything else but the blonde that left her bed this morning.

Her mind wandered to the blonde much more than she would like to admit on any normal day, but today Emma was her sole focus. Getting ready she found herself staring at the large bed more than once, memories from the night before slamming against her mind, forcing her to let them play through her head.

She closed her eyes, letting out a heavy sigh, her hand reaching up and brushing over her lips. They felt cold without Emma's there, her touch burned into her skin as if she had just laid her hands on her.

The Queen was addicted and she knew she would drown in the feeling of loss and self loathing if she allowed herself to, but she knew she couldn't. She had to go on with her life as if nothing had happened between her and the Sheriff, as much as it pained her to say.

She couldn't bring herself to make the bed, either. If she returned it back to normal, then it would mean nothing happened, and nothing didn't happen.

The amount of raw emotion shared in this bed, under these sheets, was too much to be forgotten. Emma saw a side of Regina that she had never shown anybody before, had never been able to show anyone. Emma had accepted it so easily it, had so easily... submitted to her so easily.

She shook her head to herself, breaking herself from her trance. She turned away from the bed and sat at her vanity, picking up her mascara and coating her eyelashes with it, applying a light coating. She left her hair as it was naturally, leaving it to curl up, making it even shorter than her straightened hair.

She turned out all the lights in her home that were left on and locked the door behind her. She climbed into her car and pulled out of her driveway and headed into town, only to go further toward the town line. She took a left before she got there, though, and made her way to her sister's house.

She pulled down the long dirt driveway, kicking up dust behind her, tears clouding her vision a her emotions crashed down on her all at once. Zelena walked onto the front porch with a confused look on her younger sister quickly put her car in park and turned it off, jumping out of it, wiping her cheeks. She quickly walked up the steps of the wooden porch and straight into her sisters arm's, letting the tears filling her eyes fall freely onto her sister's shoulder.

Zelena was clearly taken by surprise, her body easily absorbing Regina's unexpected hug easily. She wrapped her arms around her without hesitation, holding her to her tight.

"What happened, Regina?" she asked softly, rubbing her hand down her back in soft, soothing circles.

Regina's cries became sobs, her body shaking as she let go of every emotion that was clouding her mind, letting them all flow out through her tears. She said nothing, just held her sister tighter, her hands fisting in the green shirt that she was wearing. The gut-wrenching feeling she was experiencing was too much for her to ignore, too painful to just let slide.

Eventually Zelena reached up and put her hands on the brunette's shoulders, slightly pushing Regina's body away from her own. Her breathing faltered when she saw how broken she looked, her mascara running down her face.

"Regina. What happened?" She reached up and wiped her thumbs across the apples of her cheeks, wiping away the tears. Regina sniffled and blinked, more tears streaming down her face. Zelena leaned down and held her sister's face in front of her's. "Reg, I can't help you if you can tell me what is wrong."

Regina gulped and took a shaky breath. "Emma… we… she… I…" Her eyes filled with water again, thick, hot tears threatening to spill over her lids. Zelena wrapped an arm around her shoulder and walked her inside, setting her down on the couch, sitting down next to her.

"I love her, Zelena," she whispered, her fingers dancing with each other, tears falling into her lap. She was not just admitting to her sister that she was, in fact, in love with the blonde beauty, but she was admitting it to herself, and after months of denying it, it felt as if a weight was lifted off her shoulders.

Zelena had known her sister had a secret, a secret she would tell her in time, but she never thought that she would confess her love for the Savior. The witch took in a slow breath and nodded her head. She wrapped her arms around Regina's shoulders, pulling her into her body. She felt her arms wrap around her shakily.

"I tried to ignore it, I tried to get past it but I can't Zelena. It's just too much," she whispered, her voice catching. In the other room she heard Robyn cry out for her mother. She chuckled and pulled back, wiping her tears with the back of her hands.

"Go get her, I want to see her," she mumbled, patting Zelena's thigh. The redhead stood warrily, walking out of the room and grabbing her daughter, and wrapping her in her pink blanket. She brought her into the living room.

Regina shook her head to herself, knowing that what she said couldn't be taken back, couldn't be denied. She laid down on the couch and put her feet on the armrests. She stared at the popcorned ceilings and sighed, her mind wandering to the infuriatingly beautiful blonde. She was snapped from her haze by Zelena's heeled boots thumping against the hard floors.

Robin's cries had quieted, but she was still clearly upset, her whimpers loud enough to affect Regina. She reached her arms out for the baby and Zelena handed her over to the brown headed woman.

She cradled her in her arms, rocking her back and forth gently, calming her. A smile graced her face when she opened her eyes finally, showing off the piercing blue orbs that once belonged to her father. She reached up and brushed a piece of blonde hair away from her face, laying back on the couch with the child laying on her chest.

Zelena smiled at her sister and daughter. She lifted Regina's feet up and sat down at the end of the couch, putting Regina's feet in her lap. "Do you want to talk about it?" she questioned, not wanting to rush her, but wanting answers.

The youngest sister sighed and fixed the blanket over Robin's small body. She rubbed the small child's back in soothing circles, much like her sister had done for her, calming the child down tremendously.

"Well, she came over last night and… well… she kissed me and we…" she trailed off. Zelena's eyes go wide, her jaw dropping.

"You're telling that you slept with your former enemy's daughter?" She screeched, earning a kick in the stomach. She lets out an 'oomph' but whispered, "You slept with Emma?!"

Regina sighed but nodded, keeping her eyes on the child now sleeping on her chest. She was quiet for a few minutes, letting the wound fester, before sealing it away.

"I don't know what to do, Zelena," she whispered, her voice unsure and quiet. Zelena smiled at the other woman, her hand giving her calf a tight squeeze.

"You say you love her?" Regina nodded. "Then go to her, sis. She kissed you so she obviously has some kind of feelings towards you. You deserve to be with the person you love more than anyone else."

Her eyes are filled with tears once again, her eyes on her sister's kind eyes. She gave her a tight lipped smile over the baby's head and shook her head, the tears leaking from her eyes.

"I can't do that, Zelena. I wish I could but I can't. I don't think I can handle the rejection," she said truthfully. "On the other hand, I don't know how I am going to be able to see her all the time. I don't think I am going to be able to do any of this."

Zelena rolled her eyes and scoffed out. "So you're telling me that the Evil Queen, the woman who has conquered realms, is scared of Emma Swan?" she scoffed out. "That's the biggest load of bullshit I have ever heard, Regina!" The Mayor looked up at her, her eyes narrowed and her mouth agape.

"Are you seriously judging me right now? Zelena I slept with my son's birth mother! I slept with the Savior, with one of my only fri-" Robin stirred in her arms, so she lowered her voice. "I slept with one of my only friends. That never works out for anyone."

"Then go and talk to her! That's how adults handle problems. They talk to each other and work it out. This way, if it does end badly, which I doubt it will, it will be mutual and it won't just be you not wanting to speak to her!" It was Regina's turn to roll her eyes. She laid her head back on the pillow under her head and stared up at the ceiling.

"Zelena, if she cared so much why did she leave this morning without leaving a note or anything, without waking me up?" Zelena stayed silent but only stared at her in disbelief.

"Regina, she loves you," she whispered. "I know she does. She wouldn't have kissed you if she didn't. Emma isn't one to show her emotions freely and you know that. You slept with her last night, but she slept with you, too, Reg. Willingly, might I add."

Regina just shook her head, not wanting to believe it, not wanting to believe that anyone wanted to love her after Robin.

"Don't believe me if you don't want to, Regina, but she does love you. A blind person could see it," she said standing, moving Regina's feet and setting them back on the couch before walking up the stairs to her bedroom.

Regina groaned, finally realizing Zelena was right, although she would never admit it. How could she be so blind and oblivious to something so obvious? Was her affection toward her that clear, did other people know before she even knew?

"Fuck me," she whispered.