A/N: Okay, the response to the last chapter was a little mixed, but I take on board all of your comments for future reference. I'm amazed this story's follower count continues to grow, there's now 114 of you fantastic people out there! To every one of you who has favourited or reviewed, I adore you all!

OUAT is not mine. I just use the characters as an excuse to up my NaNoWriMo word count…

Chapter Seven: Family Affair

Regina woke up confused that while she was in her own bed, she had been sleeping on a hard naked chest. She sat up and looked at the man in bed next to her, as she fuzzily tried to remember how he had got there. Neal's face looked even more boyish in the morning light, which distracted her for a moment, but she soon went back to recounting the night before.

The last thing she could remember clearly was singing karaoke with him, before heading into the kitchen together to get more drinks. Regina frowned as she attempted to recall what had occurred from that point. She somehow knew tequila was involved somehow…and something to do with limes and salt.

Body shots! Regina sat up in bed as the phrase resounded loudly in her head. Unfortunately, the sudden movement had caused Neal to stir in his sleep, and Regina had no idea how to greet him without knowing exactly what had gone on between them.

Then again, maybe he could shed some light on it, she reasoned. Suddenly, Neal opened his eyes.

"Morning, Regina," he rasped. Regina smiled.

"Good morning to you too," she whispered, "Do you have any idea what actually happened last night?"

Neal shook his head.

"All I remember is tequila," he offered apologetically.

Regina nodded.

"Yes, that's all I remember too," she concurred. Then she blushed, and began to ask the question that had been on her mind since she had woken up.

"Do you think we..?"

Regina caved at the last second, leaving the question hanging in mid-air, hoping Neal caught on to what she was trying to ask.

"Hooked up?" asked Neal, smiling at Regina's discomfort, "Would've been a bit difficult seeing as I'm still wearing my pants, and I assume you're still wearing everything under your dress."

Regina breathed a sigh of relief at his logic. Nothing happened, there was nothing to be weird about…unless the fact that nothing happened made it weird. Regina started to stress out, but stopped when Neal cupped her face, and leant towards her.

"Don't worry," he soothed, "I can see your tense over this, but don't be. I'm perfectly happy with where I am, and what happened. The only thing I'd like is to kiss you, if you'd allow me that small pleasure."

Regina smiled, and let his lips meet hers. They had barely brushed together when a shocked gasp from her doorway broke them apart.

Regina turned to see Henry standing in her doorway looking both shocked and happy.

"This. Is. Brilliant," he observed happily, "Now Emma will end up with Killian, and you'll be with dad, and obviously Gramps and Grams are together, and so you'll all be happy."

Her son's words left Regina feeling deflated. Neal was nice for now, but her true love died long ago. She didn't want to get Henry's hopes up.

However, before she could correct his theory, Henry had disappeared out of the doorway. She turned back to Neal and suggested the two of them get up. Neal headed straight downstairs, but Regina decided on a shower and a clean outfit.

She walked downstairs, carefully avoiding the people strewn all over her stairs and floor, and into the kitchen. Regina was surprised to see a well-rested Snow and David in there, wearing different outfits to the night before. They were chatting to Neal about the previous night, filling in the gaps for him.

"So, what happened after the impromptu dance off between you and Charming, Regina and I and Hook and Emma?" asked Neal.

"That was when you and Regina decided to go upstairs for a rest, and Charming and I went home not long after, " Snow informed him.

Neal smiled. Regina cleared her throat to make her presence known. Everyone turned to look at her.

"Good morning Regina," greeted Snow, "Coffee?"

Regina nodded.

"Did I happen to drink tequila last night?" she asked.

David smirked.

"Yes, we were just telling Neal of how you were licking salt off his bare chest," he said.

Neal waggled his eyebrows. Regina blushed.

"I think these hormones must be getting to me more than I thought," she defended.

They all giggled.

"Don't worry, you're not the only one" David whispered conspiratorially, nodding towards Snow.

Snow playfully hit him.

"Like you can talk, you're just as bad!" she shot back.

Regina and Neal looked at each other and grimaced. Snow and David were lovely, but sometimes sickeningly sweet.

Thankfully, Henry walked in to distract them from their display of affection.

"Everyone's in such a good mood today. I wish…" he began.

"Henry, NO!" screamed the other four.

Henry looked sheepish.

"Sorry, wasn't thinking," he apologised.

"It's okay," comforted Snow, "We just don't want any more wishes until you're sure you can change us back into adults"

Henry looked scared.

"But how will I know I'm sure?" he asked with wide eyes.

Regina put her arm around him.

"You'll know, I promise," she assured.

Henry gave a weak smile, before looking confused.

"Where are Emma and Hook?" he curiously inquired.

The others looked at one another quizzically.

"Last I saw of them, they were making out in here, when I came in to tell them David and I were heading home," supplied Snow.

No-one had any idea where they had got to after that, but decided not to worry too much as they could take care of themselves.

End note: An entire chapter without Emma or Killian appearing in person? Some of you will probably like the change, the rest of you might not…but either way, they return next chapter. My first attempt at smut may be involved…depending on whether I back out or not.

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