Morning After

Regina stirred the next morning, as the incessant ringing of her alarm clock woke her. A slender olive hand reached out and slapped the snooze button and felt the warm body next to her. Her eyes widened, as she realized what had happened. What had she done? Guilt began to overtake her again.

Slowly she turned to face Emma and shook her awake."Emma," Regina whispered running her hand through her hair. "Your Highness?"

Emma opened her eyes and smiled at Regina, "That was rather formal Regina."

"I know," the older woman said sliding out of bed pulling the sheet with her. "I apologize, but this can't be happening. I should have never done this with you. I'm still married."

Emma watched her as she reached for her robe. Of course, she understood. It was the sort of thing she would have told someone she had just gotten her jollies off with. Someone this well known was bound to find this situation a little bit too sticky. "I understand Madam President," Emma stated leaving the bed.

Regina sort of froze mid-motion. She turned to look at Emma and hesitated at the sight of her naked form getting covered by a pair of jeans. "No, wait." Regina said coming to her, "Princess… Emma, I'm sorry. This... last night, made me realize that there could be many reasons why Robin had done what he did."

"Maybe, you should try again," Emma stated pulling her shirt on.

"Oh, God no," Regina stated walking into the closet and pulling out a set of sweats. "It may have been a little fast…"

"Believe me; I understand your position. I just wish that I hadn't..." the blonde started then she stopped herself, " I just wish we hadn't."

Regina dressed quickly, "I don't, I enjoyed it," she said standing in front of the younger woman fully dressed, "I'll walk you out."

Emma followed her towards the door, but before she opened it, she stopped Regina and turned her around, so they were eye to eye. She wanted her to think of her during very intimate and private moments. So she leaned in and gave her a kiss that started out soft and grew in intensity, so much so that Regina was ready to go again with her.

The President shivered in the Princess' arms, and she pressed her body close to younger woman's. Once the kiss broke, Emma looked her in the eye. "If you love him, go for him. Don't hang his infidelity over his head. Whatever we had last night makes you and him even. Start anew, and consider him for the man that he is... and not what he has done to you."

Regina thought about what Emma had just said as she walked her out to her waiting Royal guard. That makes us even; she mused as she climbed up the stairs.

She was going to shower and get back to bed. But when she passed by the living room, she heard, "This is the first birthday in five years that I don't spend with you."

Regina stopped short and turned her head towards the sound of Robin's voice. "What are you doing here? Where's Roland?"

"He's in bed; we got here a few minutes ago, he insisted on a red-eye back home," Robin answered.

"Ah," Regina said walking towards him.

"Regina," Robin started, " I want you back. I can't sleep, I can't think. I feel as if I'm going to lose you. You don't seem receptive to me, but I have apologized a million times over, and I will apologize for a million times more."

Regina listened to Robin's dissertation, and though she had decided she would never take him back, she wanted the groveling. She craved it. She wanted to see his pain, a pain that until that moment she thought she bore alone.

Once she grew tired of the talking, she walked away. "See yourself out of my residence." She walked into her bedroom and stared at her bed. The night before had made them even, so why did she feel guilty? She took a deep breath and flinched.

She began to strip her bed then stopped. "Why am I feeling guilty?" Regina said lying in her sexually scented bed. "He cheated, not me. Now we're even." She took in the scent of her and Emma one more time, then headed to the shower.

Robin had watched the princess walk out of the presidential boudoir. The aftersexsed look both women wore aroused him immensely. He knew something had been different in his last session with Regina. He could feel her unwillingness to try and thought maybe she had moved on. Perhaps he could dig some dirt up.

He had no reason to be angry. At least they weren't together anymore. But he wanted the white house. He would have been damned if some other man had gotten his hand on it. But the Princess? This was too good. If he leaked the scandal, he could make Regina suffer as publicly as he had. Grant it they had told him the President had partaken in too much alcohol. Maybe this was a drunken mistake. But Regina didn't even look hungover… not that she ever did.

He had to bide his time. Collect all of the evidence, and fabricate a scandal that would make him look like a saint. This… Would get him off the hook. No one could expect him not to cheat on a woman that had no desire for him. Even though he knew that Regina was very willing; she was willing up to to the night before she caught him with Zelena only a month before. He was so sure that Regina's career would not survive her coming out as part of the LGBTQ community and the American people will cry out for her impeachment the moment the news is made public.

At around nine thirty that morning, Regina came out of her bedroom and headed for the breakfast table.

"Mommy!" Roland shouted excitedly. Regina winced, remembering the drinking she had done the night before with a smashing headache.

"Hey, baby," Regina said hugging her baby boy.

"I told daddy that I couldn't sleep in the room in New York. And he brought me home." Roland said.

"I'm glad to see you, baby." Regina said and headed to her seat, "Morning mom."

"Good Morning," Cora answered scooping a spoon full of her bran cereal into her mouth as if to keep herself from saying something.

"What, mother?" Regina asked after a few more seconds of silence.

"Who was in your bedroom with you this morning?" Cora asked.

"I don't know what you are talking about," Regina said taking a bite of breakfast.

"Don't give me that Regina, I may be old, but I am not yet senile," Cora stated giving her daughter a pointed look.

Regina looked at her sons sitting around the table. Then gave her mother a pointed look. "What I do with my time, mother, is not up for discussion. I am not a child."

Cora leans back in her seat. "Fine."

Regina looked back at Henry who seemed to be blushing. Heat rose in her cheeks as she realized her son was well aware what she might have been doing the night before. "Thank you, Henry, for a wonderful Party." She said.

"Yeah, Mom," He said shyly. "You deserved it… I'm Just gonna go My detail is waiting for me to take me to study group."

"Alright, Henry," Regina said and watched how her son rushed out of the family dining room. She looked at her mother. "Nothing is coming of it, Mother. So let's just drop it."

"Fine," Cora said, as Regina took her last bite and stood up.

"Roland? Tennis?" She asked. Her youngest leaped out of his chair and headed out of the residence with his mother.

Just then Robin walked into the dining room. Cora stopped cold and glared at him. But he was more concerned with the pep in Regina's step. "She looks like she is back to her old self," Robin said turning to his mother in law.

"Don't Kid yourself, she was never actually distraught over you," Cora responded then looked at him seriously, "You cheated on someone that was never yours, to begin with. But you destroyed the trust she gave you. You could never hold a candle to Daniel."

"I was not trying to replace Daniel," Robin stated.

"No, But Regina is so out of your league. The fact that you couldn't handle a strong woman like her says a lot about your worth as a man." Cora said to her son-in-law. "No Matter, She has moved on. I can feel it."

Robin watched as Cora walked out of the Dining room. He made sure everyone was gone before he reached his hand under the dining room table and stuck something under it. Then he swiftly moved toward his old bedroom to find the best spot to place the micro-sized camera he had acquired.

Emma returned to her suite Later that morning. She had a press tour in the US for a program she was running out of White Castle. It was just lucky she was in the country during Regina's birthday season and whoa what a night.

Emma smiled to herself as she sunk into the chair in her suite as her stewards packed away the clothes she had strewn all over the room before settling on simple jeans and button up. It had been casual. They had assured her. So she decided to dress for the occasion.

"Thank you," she said as a steward placed a breakfast Tray in front of her. Her preferences for flapjacks heavy laden with syrup was well known.

Before she could cut into the perfectly round disc of doe, The door to her room opened. "Where have you been all night Princess?" Emma glanced at the brunette who approached her with a wolfish grin. Then back down at her food and proceed to eat her breakfast.

"The white house." was all she said.

"Oh, You were invited to stay?"

"I had a bit too much to drink," Emma stated and avoided eye contact with the woman in front of her. Ruby was scrutinizing her as if to draw out national secrets. "What Ruby?"

"Have you slept with her?" Ruby said as she took in the glow of Emma skin. And the look of a deeply satisfied woman.

"C'mon Ruby…" Emma said with a sigh. She couldn't eat anymore.

"You have!" Ruby said. Then stopped talking as Emma's handmaid laid out the day's clothes for her.

"Thank you, Josephine," Emma said rolling her eyes at Ruby.

"And you're in love with her…" Ruby finished once the young woman left the room.

Emma sighed. "Okay, fine Ruby. I did, and I don't know if Love is the right word. I am completely infatuated, yes. But her feelings are hardly ever going to be reciprocated. I am going to enjoy this while I can though… Last night was just a drunken mistake."

"Were you drunk?" Ruby said.

"I don't know Ruby," Emma said with a sigh. "I was tipsy; then I wasn't. When it came down to it, I was all there. I was present… and it was so good."

"Oh, Emma… You've got it bad…"

"I'm fucked."