Ok, guys, remember, this chapter is on Emma's POV! hope you guys like it! hit the comments if you do or don't - I was thinking on doing every _0 chapter with Emma (like 10, 20, 30) because I really enjoyed writing on her POV. So let me know!

Next one will be same old MM's :) - and will be up around xmas.

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M

EMMA'S POV

I had only agreed to walk Regina home because I knew how in love M was and how much she wanted to be alone with my brother. And if someone deserved a chance to be loved, it was her. Specially after all the shit I had put her through, it was really the least thing I could do. But I had no intentions of starting a conversation with Regina.

We walked in silence down the streets of Storybrooke. I had my hands inside my pockets because the weather was chilly, Regina walked her arms crossed; the sound of her high heels against the pavement where the only thing that sounded. Storybrooke was a ghost town sometimes.

"So," Regina was the one that broke the silence, "You invited Killian,"

"Yes," I admitted.

"You seem to have grown very fond of him," she pointed out.

I didn't feel like replying. I didn't feel like talking to her at all, because once I started talking my emotions would take control of me, and there was nothing I hated most than not being able to control my emotions.

"What will you do once he goes back to wherever he came from?" She asked. I rolled my eyes. "You don't expect that he'll stay here just because of you,"

She was right - Killian had a great life and I lived in a hellhole that even the devil forgot. He'd never leave everything he had to move here with me. Plus, I didn't want him to, Killian was nothing but a momentary flirtation, something to get my mind off Regina. Killian leaving wouldn't scar me; Regina staying in Storybrooke, well, that was a different story. Having to see Regina's face in all the posters she had posted for the upcoming election was a torture, having to meet her when she was out with David was a punishment. If I had to worry about someone hurting my feeling it was because of her.

"You do realise you are just a fling to him, right?" Regina inquired, I couldn't interpret the tone on her voice - was she worried that Killian would break my heart? Or was she -

"Are you jealous?" I asked

"Maybe I am," her words took me by surprise as her eyes locked with mine. "Maybe I am just worried," she added.

"Well, don't be," I spat, "I am capable of taking care of myself and I know what type of man Killian Jones is - and can't say my intentions are much different to his,"

My confession had shocked her; maybe, just as David, she still thought I was the 10 year old kid they used to babysit. But I was not, and I hadn't grown to be a lady like Mary Margaret - I was a hot mess, emphasis on the hot part, and I didn't really care about my reputation. Not until the last time I had talked to Regina.

Truth was, her words - plus the argument I had had with David the night we were arrested - had made me think a lot lately. Of what I was, how I behaved and what I wanted to be. I shook my head and my thoughts travelled back to the point of the conversation where she had stated that maybe she was jealous.

I stopped walking, she stopped as well when she realised that I had decided to stay still and turn to face me, "What?" Regina asked confused.

"It's just - "

I stayed in silence, I didn't know what to say. Her eyebrows furrowed as she waited for words to come out of my mouth, but I couldn't find the sentences I needed to speak out loud.

"Well, if you are not going to say anything, can at least we start moving?" she asked, bossy as usual, "I'm freezing," and started walking.

"Why would you be jealous?" I asked, still standing. She turned and walked towards me. "You said you didn't want to have anything with me,"

"I said I couldn't have anything with you as long as you behaved like a teenager," she modulated her words to emphasise here I had been mistaken.

"Haven't it occurred to you, that maybe I like being a teenager?"

"Then you deserve to be with someone like Killian," I could swear I saw pain in her eyes when she said that.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked confused.

What was wrong with Killian? What was wrong with having fun?

"Nothing," she rubbed her arms, she definitely was cold. "Look, I'm sorry I'm being a bitch to you, I just don't understand why don't you want to grow up, you are twenty-two, Emma." Regina added. "Sure, a little party never killed nobody and all that jazz," the brunette pointed out, "But it's a little party, maybe once per month or so, but every other day,"

"I want to give us a try," she looked surprised at what I said, "I truly want to, to be a grown up and be with you, but - " I trailed off

"You are afraid," Regina finished for me.

My eyes meet hers. For a moment I thought I'd feel uncomfortable, as if I'd be walking naked around the city, but I saw something different in her gaze: I saw compassion. It encouraged me to keep talking.

"It's just that - ," I exhaled and decided to come clean, "I've been the party girl for so long, I feel that I am nothing without that,"

"Ow, Emma," she caressed my cheek, "You are so much more than that!"

"And I like planning stuff," I added. It was true, I truly enjoyed planning parties, all the rush and stress from coordinating all the details prior to celebration, was the best part.

"And you are good at it," Regina admitted, "You just take all that potential, and focus it in something productive," she put her hands in parallel, and moved them forwards, mimicking something like a road, "Like a wedding planner, for example!"

"Me and weddings?" I raised an eyebrow, "Not a good idea. Unless you want the bridesmaid sleeping with the groom and the gay cousin with the straight best man,"

Regina chuckled and then stared at me, "Ok, we'll start with something easier," she said after a while, "Help me organise my campaign launch party, and then we'll see if you are fit to organise other things,"

"You want me to organise your campaign launch party?" Had she gone insane? That was probably the worst idea someone could ever have. But, if I planned her party, I'd spend time with her, and only God knew how much I wanted to spend time with her.

She nodded, "Without illegal substances, please," the brunette teased me.

"Definitely, who's going to be my attorney if you're in jail as well?"

The conversation flowed naturally after that. I guess I could divide the trip to Regina's house in three parts. The awkward-silence part, the angsty-angry-discussion part, and the laughs-and-glee part. I think we can all guess which part I enjoyed the most. I only need to say that Regina's laugh had just become one of my favourite sounds - just when I thought I couldn't be captivated anymore by this woman, she does something that bewitches me even more.

"This is me," she said when we reached the huge mansion she called home.

I glared at the house, then at her, uncertain what to do. So I hugged her, which turned to be a very awkward hug because it took her by surprise and she didn't even hug me back. I started walking, looking at the floor and cursing myself for being the way I am.

"Emma?" I heard her calling my name, I turned to see her walking towards me.

"Did you forget something?" I asked.

She spotted few inches away from me, "Yes, this," Regina replied and then she kissed me.

The moment her lips touched mine I felt a wave of pleasure. Not sexual-related pleasure, but joy, pure joy. As if I was only meant to be kissed by Regina and all these years I've been doing it wrong. I wrapped my arms around her waist and brought her closer to me, every inch of my skin tingling as she passed her arms around my neck.

"That was a total cliché," I managed to say when we finally broke the kiss.

She chuckled and let go of me, "See you tomorrow at the office, Miss Swan," she added as she walked towards her porch.

"But - tomorrow is Black Friday!"

"Your point being?"

"I was going to Boston," I explained. Every Black Friday, since Ruby -who was the oldest- turned eighteen, we had travelled to Boston to do our shopping.

"Exactly," she nodded, "You were going to Boston, now you are staying here and planning my launch party," Regina smiled at me, I bet it turned her on to be on charge of stuff, I tilted my head showing her I was a little bit annoyed with her plans, "Get a good night sleep tonight, Emma, you'll need it." she added and disappeared into her house.

I stood in front of Regina's place for a while, my brain trying to process everything that had happened during the walk.

She had kissed me. Regina-Fucking-Mills had kissed me!

Best Thanksgiving ever or what?