Hey again.

So, I wasn't going to write anything this week but the reviews you guys wrote inspired me for real. I know it's not a big chapter but well, here it is. Sorry for any mistakes. Enjoy.


Regina didn't return to her hotel or office, she knew it would be the first place where Mal would look for her. Instead, she had asked Emma where she was, so she could go to her. To her irritation the blonde was in her apartment and apparently she 'didn't receive clients at home', which forced her to send a message to her assistant so she could make reservations at any other hotel in the heart of noted with admiration that the woman had made no inquiry and only followed orders. She valued this kind of behavior.

And so she found herself in this moment, sitting on the bed of a three star hotel waiting for Emma - she had sent the address and room number by message to the blonde - who said she was on her way.

Regina knew that it would take at least an hour for Emma to arrive and she used that time to compose herself. She had no change of clothes but she made good use of the bathroom sink, throwing water on her face as one does to washes all the problems.

It was only when she looked in the mirror, her face still wet, that she noticed the big red mark on the left side of her face. That was why everyone looked at her when she entered the hotel. She pursed her lips, taking the towel so she could dry herself. Her face was burning fiercely and her lips were swollen, the brand of her wife's ring proudly standing on her lips. Regina grunted.

She couldn't believe Mal had done this to her. All these years together and Regina never suspected that the woman would someday be a threat to her security. Her eyes filled with tears, the humiliation she felt finally taking hold of her. And something deeper, a sense of betrayal, of incompetence. She trusted Mal and her wife had betrayed that trust. She didn't let herself cry.

She was so lost in her own thoughts she didn't notice time was passing. It was only when she heard two knocks on the door she realized that Emma was already here. She noticed she was sitting on the bathroom floor and got up hurriedly, rubbing her hair to try to control the locks that were loose.

Before opening the door, Regina took a deep breath, unsure of what would happen once she let the blonde in.

"Make yourself at home, Miss Swan" was the first thing she said when she opened the door of her room, positioning to the side so that the blonde could get in easily. And she did, nodding toward her and looking around, analyzing the environment.

"Well, I'm here." The blonde said as Regina turned to close the door, her back to the woman in her room.

She held her breath as she turned to face the blonde, knowing she couldn't hide the marks on her face, feeling humiliated that Emma had to witness the proof of her weakness.

The blonde held her breath as her own eyes scanned her face. She took a cautious step toward her, hand rising slightly with a defined path, but Regina didn't let her. The brunette took a step back, and moved to the other side of the room.

"Don't ask questions, Miss Swan."

"Don't ask questions?" Emma snorted, her bag falling on the bed between them. "Looks like someone hit you with a baseball bat, Regina."

"Thank you for your observation. I hadn't realized. " Her voice was pure sarcasm.

Emma shook her head, trying approaching her again.

"Who did this?" She asked coldly.

"Who do you think, Miss Swan? My assistant? "Regina crossed both arms in front of her body, an automatic gesture of protection.

Emma was silent for a moment. The two women facing each other as if it was a brunette's eyes then traveled the extension of Emma's body. She wore jeans so thigh Regina could almost see the outline of her veins, a simple white top and a red jacket, horrible by the way, on top of everything. It was the first time Regina saw Emma in casual clothes. Not tiny skirts and low-cut dresses.

Emma felt her gaze.

"You said it was urgent, didn't had time to change clothes alright?" The blonde said defensively and Regina, against her will, gave a little laugh that seemed to calm both of them.

"Why am I here, Regina?" She asked, so close to the brunette that if she raised her hand they would touch.

Regina sat on the bed, her shoulders falling slightly.

"I don't know." She started. "It's crazy isn't it? I saw you two or three times, met less than a week, but the only person I thought of calling was you. "

Their eyes met. Emma nodded, biting her lower lip, and sat beside her.

"What do you want from me?" Regina looked at her, the blonde's words ringing in their ears with familiarity. The same words Emma had said in the car when they left the hospital that night.

Emma took her hand, they were so close their breaths mingled. Regina didn't run this time, with a single move she murmured on Emma's lips.

"You."

It was all the blonde needed to hear to move towards her, their lips touching for the first time. Regina opened her own, so the blonde would invade her mouth with her tongue, their taste mixing together, creating a sweetness of their own. She threw her arms on the blonde's shoulders, feeling a firm hand on her hair. Their tongues intertwining, her heart was racing. She was so immersed in the sensations that she didn't even felt her lips, bruised by the slapping, throb in protest, the pain so little compared to the pleasure that the blonde's mouth was causing.

Regina was never a 'kiss person', of course it is pleasurable, but she had never been satisfied only with a kiss. But here and now, she could die and she wouldn't complain.

They parted, the need for air greater than the desire for each other, but that didn't stop the blonde. Her lips began placing sensual kisses on her face, mostly on the red mark her wife had left. Regina opened her eyes, the woman's tenderness making her pause for a second.

Emma took a deep breath and pulled away, looking at her in the eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, but Regina cut her off, throwing herself on the blond, kissing her firmly.

It was way pass time for Regina have this woman, she wouldn't let anyone spoil it, not even Emma Swan herself.


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