A/N: Ta da! Here you go!
To the reviewer boxofwine: you are correct, my friend, it is named after Lisa Hannigan's song. I love her too :)
The waves lapped up onto the shore slowly. The sea was calm tonight and only a small breeze blew through the air.
"Mmmm," Regina hummed appreciatively as Emma kissed her way up the side of her neck. Emma sat on a blanket they had spread out across the sand, her legs spread wide, Regina sitting between them, her back resting on Emm's chest. They both stared out into the rolling dark sea.
"You know…" Emma detached her lips from their predestined path, her breath tickling Regina's skin as she talked, "I don't really know if I'll ever be able to leave this blanket…" The draw of what was just inches away from her was too much for her to continue. Regina's skin under her lips felt too perfect to replace the sensation with words.
"We will have to leave eventually…" Regina tipped her head farther to the side, her eyes shutting slowly as she reveled in the magic that Emma was performing on her neck, "Particularly when the sun comes u-ahhh"
Regina couldn't control the involuntary moan that slipped out from between her lips. Emma had moved on from using just her lips and was now grazing her teeth up the brunette's neck, biting down and sucking on her pulse point.
Emma smiled against Regina's neck as Regina turned her head around just enough to meet Emma's lips with her own. The brunette reached out an arm and clasped it onto the back of Emma's neck, kissing her deeply. They pulled away slowly, but kept their faces inches away.
"You don't think the regular beach goer will want to see all of this?" Emma raised an eyebrow and her lips began to stretch into a smile. Looking up slightly into Emma's eyes, Regina jerked forward the few inches remaining to press her lips against Emma's chastely before pulling back with an almost embarrassed smile.
"What was that for?"
"Because you're beautiful. But to answer your question, no I don't think the beach goers would like to see this." Regina waved her hands around her and Emma's body.
They were both naked, sitting on a thick quilt with a multitude of other blankets wrapped around them. Their bodies remained flush as they leaned into each other, the warmth swirling around inside the sealed of world they had created away from the cool, windy air.
Emma looked at Regina again. She couldn't stop staring at the woman.
"It's kind of weird don't you think?" She finally said as Regina began to raise an eyebrow.
"What's weird?"
"Knowing each other how we used to be, and then meeting all over again, and now knowing both versions, that probably doesn't make sense."
"No, it made perfect sense." Regina sighed softly, she'd been wondering if the novelty would wear off. If Emma would wake up and realize she wasn't the eighteen year old woman that had fallen in love with her, that things were different now.
"Yet, you don't seemed to have changed all that much," Emma brushed her hand against Regina's cheek softly, skimming it with the pads of her fingers.
Her lips turned downward slightly as her eyes traced the features of her face, "you still don't think you're good enough to be loved."
Emma ran her thumb over Regina's bottom lip softly, feeling how soft they were. Regina sat perfectly still, watching Emma's eyes watch her. Regina turned her head downward suddenly as she felt her eyes sting with moisture. Emma ducked her head to make eye contact with the brunette woman.
"Hey. I think… I know the perfect thing that will help you understand how I felt, and still do feel about you." Emma leaned over Regina's blanket clad body around where her feet were snuggled up and grabbed the grey rock that lay there in the sand. Emma rustled around in her bag, looking for something while Regina opened her mouth to speak.
"I still don't understand how you have that." Regina rubbed her fingers over the rough surface of the rock that was still clutched by Emma's hand. "We threw this rock in the ocean. I remember it clearly."
Emma finally found what she was looking for in her bag and pulled it out, returning to her sitting position. She brought the rock, in one hand, and the sharp metal tool in her other hand and began to scrape the glue off from in the crack of the rock.
"Wait-what are you doing?" Regina put her hands over Emma's stilling them quickly.
"I'm opening it."
"Why?"
"Because I want to add something to it."
"But where did it come from!"
"We did throw it in the ocean, you were right. But I came back for it after. I just-I don't know I couldn't let that go. I know we were supposed to leave a piece of our love here, but I didn't want to leave it. I wanted all of it." Emma looked up guiltily and then back down at the rock. "I'm not sure if that makes me selfish or-"
Emma's lips were yet again interrupted by Regina's pressing into them. When they pulled away, Emma's eyes looked hazy, as if she were in a constant daydream, a goofy smile on her face.
"Now Emma dear, would you just open the damn rock?"
"What? Are you kidding me that's what I've been trying to-and you wouldn't stop-" Emma sighed, a smirk spreading across her thin pink lips as she saw a mischievous glint in Regina's eyes.
After scraping off as much glue as possible Emma wedged the tool in the crack and wiggled it back and forth, the rock busting open with a crack. The two sides fell apart as the inside glittered with the crystals was revealed.
Regina was amazed that they were still there, neglecting to remember that these crystals had been growing inside this rock a hell of a lot longer than the six years since they had last seen it. The pieces of paper that had been folded and placed inside of it remained. Emma plucked it out of one side and began to open it slowly.
"Do you remember what yours says?" She asked Regina, looking over the paper and into the dark chocolate eyes she loved so dearly.
Regina shrugged just the slightest fraction of an inch, "Kind of."
As she unfolded it more, the seemingly singular folded piece of paper turned into two, each with a completely different set of handwriting on them.
"Which one do you want me to read first?" Emma's heart was racing in her chest.
She remembered what she had wrote, she believed what she had wrote, but she was completely clueless to what Regina had put down on the paper.
Their instructions in the moment had simply been to leave a piece of their love in the rock that they were going to throw into oblivion. Into the absolute nothingness of the ocean. They had left all the questions, details, and explanations to each person's interpretation.
"Yours." Regina could feel her stomach doing that flopping thing it did when she was nervous.
"Okay…" Emma flipped one paper in front of the other, took a deep breath and began to read.
She told me to leave a piece of our love on this paper. I don't want to leave a piece of it anywhere. I want to hold onto all of it, but if it means that our love with cross the limits of time and space in her mind, then I will.
I love her. In case something happens, it starts to rain or something and I'm forced to stuff this paper in this rock and chuck it immediately I need the world to know that. I need the oblivion we're throwing this rock into to know that.
I love her. But you see, those words have been ruined. Not for me, but for the world. People throw it around and say it here and there and it's lost it's luster. It's lost it's meaning. So I'll try to break it down for you, oblivion.
Because, being unfeeling and vast as I imagine you are, it must be hard to understand the absolutely bursting and confined way my heart feels around Regina Mills. I'm positive if I could rip it out of my chest, still beating and alive, it would expand forever with all the damn love I have in it for that woman.
I've known her for a week. Don't scoff at me, oblivion. I know it sounds crazy, but god, it feels even crazier. I've known her for a week, and in that week I've believed I could be a poet, an astronaut, a singer, a chemist. I've believed I could do anything in that week. I still believe.
But oblivion, I've only finished high school. I'm a fisherman. It doesn't make sense for me to want these dreams, or even believe they're possible. But I do. I do, because Regina makes me feel that they are possibly.
I just looked up at her while writing this. She's hunched over the paper like she's writing her deepest secret. I suppose she is. I figure you can't find a better listener than oblivion. Maybe she's got it figured out. You promise you won't tell?
I'm scared. There I said it. I'm scared. She has this baby growing inside of her, oblivion. It's tiny and it doesn't really look like anything yet, but it's in there. I promised her I would raise that child with her. I'll do that, and I love doing that. That's not what I'm scared about.
You see, I'm scared I won't be able to give them everything. I can give them myself, but that's just about all I have. I want to give Regina her mother's acceptance. If I could somehow, I would. I want to make her feel safe. I want her to go to college if she wants, but to know she doesn't have to if it's not what she wants.
I want her to have those moments where she stares out into the ocean and thinks about how she wouldn't change a thing about where she is. I want her heart to feel like mine, oblivion. And not in a selfish, I want her to love me way the way I love her kind of way. I want her to love anything this way.
It's painful to feel this in love, but it's the best pain possible. I suppose you wouldn't understand that, oblivion.
It hurts like the cold ocean feels after spending hours in the sun. Like finally getting to drink water after being lost in the dessert. I know you don't get my analogies. But it's all I've got. I suppose you'll have to figure it out yourself.
I love her. I've known her for a week, but I love her. I didn't hear you scoff that time, oblivion. I believe you're losing your touch.
Emma looked up from the paper that was now splattered with some of her own tears, creating wrinkled blotches on the now damp paper. She pressed her lips together as her chin quivered uncontrollably. Her eyes held pools of moisture that glistened in the moonlight.
When she saw Regina's face tracked with her own tears she laughed softly, causing the moisture to squeeze out of her eyes and roll down her face.
"I feel like it's taboo to cry from my own words," Her chuckling was joined by Regina who brought her thumbs to Emma's face and dried it for her.
The brunette woman rubbed her thumb over Emma's cheek, her eyes widening so much that they undoubtedly held a secret.
"What?"
"Read mine." Regina's eyes flickered down the paper in Emma's hands, her mind whizzing as she slowly remembered.
Emma's forehead wrinkled in slightly confusion at why Regina was looking at her like that. She flipped the pieces of paper, putting the one behind, in front. Her eyes drifted to the top of the page and she opened her mouth.
Most of my life, I've felt lost. People drifting by me, coming and going, while I stayed in the same place.
I felt like I was watching my life rather than living it. I felt like I was oblivion. And then I met Emma.
Sometimes though, I still feel like that. That I am just a void in the sky looking down on the beautiful woman that has stolen my heart, so many questions swirling around in the emptiness that surrounds me.
How could you love me, Emma? How could you love me when I was so unaware and filled with nothing.
I've known you for a week, Emma. I know I should scoff at that. People don't just fall in love in a week. But I did. Perhaps I'm losing my touch...
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