Some time after brunch, Tammy-Lynn, the blonde girl Henry seems so fond of visits their temporary home, while Regina prepares a snack for them in the kitchen. She pours herself a small glass of red, enjoying its rich taste as it rolls over her tongue. The kids sit at the counter behind her and talk animately about the pros and cons of the different pools, while Regina cuts up some fruit.
"Are your Mom's getting a divorce?" Tammy-Lynn asks Henry some time later in a stage whisper.
In the kitchen, Regina chokes on her whine.
"God no..." Regina murmurs under her breath and turns to them with a smile plastered to her face. She hasn't heard Henry's response and she really doesn't want to. Therefore she calls over to them, before he can answer. "Anyone up for the pool?"
Tammy-Lynn grins back at her and Regina thinks something is seriously wrong with that child.
After brunch, Emma is about to head back to her room but halfway there she decides to head for the pool-bar instead. They have this Hawaiian theme going, she could never truly resist. One hour later she leans back into a big chair, made of bamboo and lots and lots of padding, sipping a Piña Colada through a purple straw.
The cushions beside her move slightly as someone sits down next to her. Emma looks over to see Regina in a black, scandalously see-through dress sitting next to her. It's something one throws over a bikini at the beach, but on Regina it looks like haute couture. Emma sips from her drink, playing with the colorful paper umbrella that is stuck to the piece of pineapple at its top.
"Drinking already, Miss Swan?" Regina quips from beside her, but doesn't turn to look at Emma. Her brown eyes hidden by big dark sunglasses. "It's not even two pm."
Emma slurps loudly through her straw and watches as Regina's fingernails, painted in a dark-red, bury into the cushions.
"It's non-alcoholic." Emma replies, knowing full well it isn't, but Regina needn't to know that.
"What are you doing here? No one else around to harass?" Emma asks in return and places her now empty glass onto the small wooden table before her, noticing in the periphery of her vision that Regina now does turn her head to look at Emma. "Where's Henry? Shouldn't you at least look after him, Mommy dearest."
Regina's lips have formed a thin line but she gestures with an elegant finger-that had been not so long ago inside her, Emma realizes with furious heat rising to her face-to the pool.
Welcoming the distraction Emma looks into the direction Regina has pointed. And yes, there they are. Henry and Tammy-Lynn float through the pool like little pros.
She signals the waiter for another drink over her shoulder, while Regina has gone back to watching Henry.
"What do you want, Regina?" Emma asks, feeling slightly unnerved by the other woman's prolonged presence. The longer she sits there, bare smooth legs crossed, without stating a reason for being here or insulting her, makes Emma wary.
For a long while Regina doesn't say a word and Emma already thinks she isn't going to answer at all when she eventually speaks. Her gaze still fixed on the water outstretched before them. "I didn't like the way we left things between us."
The statement surprises Emma enough to let her eyes flicker to Regina in shock for a mere moment before she looks back to Henry as well. It must be the first time the other woman has mentioned the word 'us' in a sentence, meaning Emma and herself. Not to mention the fact, she actually sounds apologetic to some extent.
"Me neither." She admits, feeling the unexplainable need for Regina to at least know that. She has a certain inkling that Regina is not talking about the brunch, but them shagging the night before.
"Good." Regina drawls, sitting up a little straighter, although Emma doesn't think it's even possible.
The waiter comes and replaces her empty glass on the table with a new one. Emma smiles up at him and utters her thanks. As she reaches for the cocktail, another hand from beside snatches it up, before Emma can and she looks over to find Regina taking a sip through the pink straw. And come on, it shouldn't be allowed for anyone to look this tantalizingly while sucking on a straw. Perfectly painted lips release it from Regina's mouth and Emma notices the faint residue of dark-red lipstick that sticks to it. Oh goddamn..
Regina stands then, placing the cocktail back onto the table, presenting Emma with an indecent view of her cleavage. Emma licks her lips, mouth suddenly dry as she takes in the black, figure-accentuating bikini underneath.
"Non-alcoholic my ass" Regina murmurs against Emma's cheek and her breath tickles across her skin. She saunters off before Emma can even comprehend she just really said that.
"Language, Miss Mills! Language!" She calls after Regina before she can't stop herself.
Without turning around or stopping, Regina flips her the bird with a perfectly manicured finger.
Later in the evening when they return home, Henry sits down at the kitchen counter with a glass of milk and Regina sips from her glass of dark red wine while preparing dinner. There are limitations to a vacation, and Regina draws those at the consumption of ready-cooked meals.
"Mom, is there something going on between you and Emma?"
Regina spits her wine against the white tiles.
"No." She says eventually, after she has the coughing fit under control-tries for a laugh but it only turns into an odd awkward sound. "There's absolutely nothing going on." She tries to keep her facial expression steady.
"Eww, gross." Henry groans and shakes his head.
Regina has a nagging feeling he doesn't believe her.
Henry drowns his milk like a whiskey.
They have only one more day left of their vacation and Emma wakes with a sudden rush of sadness at the realization. It's still relatively early, just around six am, but she anticipates Regina to be up already. After a quick shower, she pulls on a light blue blouse and a dark shorts and heads out for the Mills garden mansion. On her way she decides to try and get back into Regina's good books and picks up a few items for a nice breakfast.
It takes a while before the chime results to anything and Emma wonders if she should have waited a tad longer. But then the door opens and Regina stands before her in her cream-colored silky bathrobe, only partly closed and Emma lets the paper bag, filled with croissants fall to ground.
"Regina." Emma says, swallowing as she takes in the vision before her. Flashbacks of her night with Regina shake her unbidden and she shudders.
"Emma." Regina states matter of factly as she meets her gaze head on.
They stand like this for a while, just looking at the other and Emma sees something soft in Regina's expression, she hasn't seen in those dark eyes before.
"Hungry?" She croaks and fails to lift up any other of the bags she still clutches to her chest.
"Very." Regina husks and it sends a tug right to the pit of her stomach and lower, and-fuck this--she lets go of the paper bags and sweeps Regina up into her arms. Pressing her against the door-frame and kisses her with all the need and passion that has accumulated over all those months they took a swig at the other. Regina kisses her back just as violently as Emma does, sweeping her tongue over her lower lip. Emma's heart pounds loud in her ears as she presses her body more tightly into Regina's. Her fingers seek out the bare skin of Regina's upper thigh and Regina gasps into her mouth when her fingers brush her inner thigh that has the low tug between her thighs doubling with vengeance. In this moment, Emma realizes, that this is exactly where they were headed from the start. All the fights, all the tension prickling between them like an electric current, was meant to end like this. With Regina kissing her senseless against some door or the other.
Wait? Door?
Regina's hand slips beneath her shirt, ghosting over her stomach in an attempt to reach a very perked nipple through her bra and Emma tries to form a coherent thought. "Regina." She moans between kisses as said nipple is pinched. Regina flips them, pressing Emma against a hard surface behind her. "Stop."
Regina pulls back immediately, but she looks slightly confused and sexy as hell with kiss-swollen lips, highlighting the tiny scar on her upper lip enough that Emma needs to vehemently resist the urge to lean back in and just kiss her again.
"What?" Regina asks, looking puzzled.
Emma just turns her head, looking pointedly at the now closed front door.
Well, shit...
"I have a pool." Regina states and her lips tug upwards at the corners.
Fuck breakfast.
Henry is a late riser anyway, Emma thinks, as Regina pulls her to the back of the house.
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