I woke up feeling cold of the morning, as a light breeze came through the opened window and tingeled my naked skin. I reached out to see if Regina is still in bed, but I remembered feeling her warm body next to mine all night she made me feel so warm
but now I'm freezing. I was sure she already left. I peeked at my alarm. 5 am? What the hell? I groaned, and got up, stretched my sore muscles, pulled yesterday's shirt over my head, and looked out on the window, finding my favorite city already alive
under the 15's floor. I often forget how much life surrounds me. How many people, how many different stories, how much pain, how much love can be found between the broad roads of Chicago.
"Tell anyone about yesterday, and I'll throw you out off that window." I heard a silky voice behind me, and as I turned around I saw the still messy haired Regina Mills, leaning on my door frame lazily. She wore one of my black tops, which matched her
black lace penties perfectly, and when I realized that I couldn't be more obvious in admiring her, I looked back to the streets under me.
"I was told I can manage to climb back on the window for the thousand and one time." I shrugged, and smiled because I knew she couldn't see my face.
"Do you hear what I'm saying? Someone gets to know and, You. Emma. Swan. Are. Dead." She groaned, and came closer. I pulled her into my arm, and finally felt comfortable from her warmth.
"You. Regina. Mills. Are. A. Beautiful. Disaster." I copied the way she talked to me. "Now tell me, did you make me breakfast in bed?" I smirked, before I placed a kiss on her delicate lips. She didn't react. My heart almost stopped beating for a minute.
She pushed me off gently, and I could sense regret in her behavior. What did you think Swan?
She ignored my latest question, turned to the window, and looked out, raising her chin high, breathing in the scent of the morning.
"Isn't it beautiful?" She whispered, looking at the rising sun. "Even when the world is drowning in grief and hardship, the sky remains beautiful." Her voice was so full of emotions. I only heard her talk like this about her son before and it made me
wonder, why is she so passionate about the sunrise.
"What if it's gloomy?" I question, pushing my elbows next to her as I lean on the window's frame too.
"It doesn't matter. Sometimes we don't get to see the big picture. But the sun is always there, remained vivid and powerful. And there's no cloud big enough to hide it from all of us." She whispered, not taking her eyes off the sky, as sunlight filled
it slowly. With breath paused in my lungs, I wish time would halt. Me and her, here in my room forever. Suddenly I felt awful about the night. Awful because I realised it was meaningful for me. Meaningful because now I don't ever want to let
her go.
She slowly pushed away from the window and walked to the kitchen, swinging her hips. I bit my lips, looking after her and ran my hand through my hair, trying to look less like a mess. I followed her, and sat at the kitchen island and watched her turn
on the coffee machine. She totally messed up the whole process but I didn't say a word until she finished. I found it quite adorable how she struggled with using a simple machine.
"You know, I though a fancyass trauma surgeon would know how to make coffee." I teased, and got up to stop her from sipping from the disaster she just created. I took the mug from her hands and placed another mug under the machine.
"I got this." I whispered, close into her ear. "What you made is called glop." I laughed.
She ignored my comment, and pushed herself up on the counter, sitting next to me. I swear she's teasing me.
"What's the frown for?" I asked when I looked up to her face.
"Umm..Emma..." She started but this is all she said.
"Umm..Regina?" I mirrored her once again, while running my hands up on her bare tights, and standing in front of her. I wanted... no I needed to feel her warmth. I was freezing without her.
"This... Night. Meant nothing to me. You have to know that. And it won't ever happen again." She breathed heavy while she talked, and she seemed frustrated, waiting for my answer. She gently pushed my hands off her, and jumped off the counter, probably
realising she just triggered me to touch her.
"Why do you think it meant anything to me?" I chuckled, but I felt sour from my own words. I feel disgusted from this. I knew from the beginning she doesn't want me the way I crave her, but hearing it was just pure attraction, pure, meaningless sex, it
hurt me. I've done one night stands before. Those didn't mean anything. This? It was more than I ever had with a woman.
"Good. I just wanted to make things clear." She nodded, but her eyes looked a bit faded.
"Did you regret it?" I asked in a casual tone, trying to approach without putting too much emotion into it.
She looked me in the eye, but looked away and shrugged, then walked to the kitchen island to sit on the bar chair I sat on before.
"It's not a sin to be attracted to someone Regina." I said, turning after her.
"I'm not attracted to you." She scoffed, and I couldn't hold back my laugh.
"You're impossible." I said, and placed her coffee in front of her. "It's hot." I added, before I left her alone in the kitchen and stepped under a hot shower.
When I finished, and I walked back to my room. My top was perfectly folded on the bed, and her dress was gone.
"Guess it meant nothing." I whispered annoyedly, and put on some clothes myself.
As the day passed I felt more and more lonely. I missed her warmth and the light she brought into the room when she entered. Her smartass comments, her lips forming the most perfectly pronounced words. I sound like a lovesick teenager but it's not love.
I hate her. I hate her because I'm feeling used, but I'm still missing her. I layed on my bed, smelling her scent on my sheets. I groaned, turning and tossing around, not sure how to get the beautiful brunette out of my mind. She doesn't want me.
That's crystal clear. But she was attracted to me, she ripped my shirt off like she was saving someone's life with it. I recalled the way her lips nibbled on my ear and my bare chest. The way she moaned into my ear when I pleased her. The way she
grabbed my hair, pulling us into heated kisses, the way her body craved mine. The same way mine craved hers. She is a beautiful disaster who got me wrapped around her fingers, who got me addicted. I was drunk still from the memories of her touches,
and all I wanted is to forget. To move on. It won't happen again. She regretted it. She regretted every moment of it. I repeated it for myself.
I kept falling asleep, kept dreaming about her until my alarm went off at 5 pm. I groaned and put on my uniform, an knocked on Booth's door to wake him.
"Work won't wait until you get sober." I yelled and he opened the door with a huge grin on his face for my surprise.
He held up a little paper from our notepad which we keep in the kitchen to leave little messages for eachother.
Forget what happened last night.
I read the perfectly formed letters, then took it from him, and I crumpled the little note, while pushing it deep into my pocket.
"Every detail." August grinned. "Who's the bitch? And what did you do to the poor girl?" He couldn't stop grinning. This feels so humiliating.
"No one." I said emotionless. I just felt empty. My feelings are mixed and I can't stop my brain right now. I let my emotions to take over me last night and it was a big mistake. "I'll see you at work." I say casually, and leave him behind.
Fuck you Regina Mills.