Title: What The Hell?!
Rating: T
AN: An alternative reaction from Emma to Henry seeing Regina kissing Hood. Assumes you have knowledge of everything up until 3x19.
Thanks to yoanagf for betaing even though in the end all mistakes are my own.
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"What the hell, Regina?" Emma barked as soon as the door to the mansion swung open, pushing her way inside without waiting for an invitation, stomping her boots loudly against the floor.
"What do you think you're doing?" Regina snapped right back as she hurried to slam the door and follow after the irate sheriff.
"I can't believe you let Henry catch you swapping spit with Robin Hood. Do you have no tact?"
"Excuse me?" Regina replied, lips curling into a snarl and eyes flashing with anger. "First of all, it's not like I planned for him to see it and second, why is it any of your business? If you think you can-"
The brunette stopped mid-rant as realization downed on her and she sent Emma a look of utter betrayal and fury.
"No," she said loudly, pointing an accusing finger in the blonde's direction. "You will not get to use this as a reason to take my son from me again just because you insufferable Charmings can't bear to see me have even the slightest bit of happiness."
Emma floundered at the furious words. "What? I'm not gonna take Henry and this isn't about-"
"Yes it is," Regina hissed as she got right up in the sheriff's face. "I can understand it coming from the two idiots, but I expected better from you, Miss Swan."
"I have a name you know," the blonde growled as she tried to figure out just what the woman meant by that. Regina sniffed and raised her chin proudly; like a queen.
"Yes, one I will use when you start acting accordingly."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Emma barked, brows furrowing at the smirk on red lips.
"You're the one who barged in here and started accusing me!"
"Because you're smooching with freaking Robin Hood out in the open, Regina," the sheriff roared with heavy puffs of irritation. "I mean, do you even know the guy?"
She couldn't be sure, but she thought she detected a brief flicker of uncertainty in brown orbs as Regina took a reluctant step back.
"He's my soul mate."
Emma gaped at her before shaking her head. "I'm sorry, what?"
Regina huffed out an annoyed breath as she crossed her arms. "A long time ago, Tinkerbell used fairy dust to lead me to my soul mate because she felt I needed to love again, and it led me to a man with a lion tattoo."
The sheriff cocked one eyebrow unimpressed. "And so Robin Hood has to be your true love?"
"Daniel was my true love," Regina interjected hastily. "Soul mate and True Love aren't necessarily the same thing."
Emma waved the words away. "Whatever. It's not like there's only one person who has some sort of lion tattoo. How can you be sure it's him?"
Regina pursed her lips. "What do you want from me?" she finally snapped, eyeing the blonde with nothing but distrust.
"I just want to know that you know what you're doing," Emma offered with a shrug that had the brunette grinding her teeth together in frustration.
"Why, will you find a way to take my happiness away if I do?" Regina challenged, her voice bordering on mocking, but her eyes flashing in warning. Hadn't that damn family taken enough from her?
"No, Regina, but I need to know that you really are…happy, I mean."
"Why?" the brunette asked suspiciously, scrutinizing the sheriff and trying to figure out just what she was playing at. Emma ignored the question as she took a heavy breath and met dark pools firmly.
"Believe it or not, but I actually want happiness for you and that's why I'm asking: is he the one you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with?"
Silence hung heavy in the air between them.
"Why are you asking me this?" Regina questioned when she couldn't take the silent staring match any longer.
"Why aren't you answering?" The sheriff countered without missing a beat as she unconsciously took a step closer to the woman. "It's a pretty easy question."
"No, it's not," the brunette responded as she automatically took a step back. "You're expecting me to make the choice of a lifetime based on barely any time at all."
Emma's brows lifted in a silent 'exactly' as she moved forwards again.
"You can choose your own happiness in your own time, Regina. Who cares what some stupid magic said over 30 years ago?" she stated, lifting one hand to steady the other woman when she stumbled for a moment while backing away in her high heels.
"Emma, what are you doing?" Regina asked, hand shooting up to settle against the blonde's collar bone to stop her from coming any closer, her voice trembling just slightly.
"We're a family, right? You, me and Henry? We're his two moms."
"Emma," Regina croaked, not pushing back when the woman pressed herself even closer, their noses almost touching. She could almost feel the increased beating of her missing heart in her empty chest, her breath feeling suddenly labored and her throat closing up, making it hard to swallow.
"We could be a family couldn't we?" Emma whispered and the brunette felt her breath catch at the way stormy green eyes moved down to her lips and oh gods, was this really happening?
"Could you see yourself spending the rest of your life with me and Henry?"
She had to close her eyes against the onslaught of images and emotions that stirred inside her at the words caressing warmly against her parted lips. Because she could, oh gods, she really could.
"Emma-" she breathed softly, trying to find enough breath to say something more. But before she could, soft pale lips pressed gently against her own, full of promise and hope and encouragement. And Regina decided, to hell with it, and gave herself over to her body's instincts, clutching desperately at the sheriff as she let herself sink into the kiss, barely drawing a breath before latching onto lips hungrily. Emma released a soft groan and pressed just as eagerly back and oh gods, this was so much better than with Robin. This felt right. Henry's two moms; together.
"Yes," she whispered when they pulled back and drew quick breaths of air, her whole body tingling at the smile that lit up Emma's face at that one word that said so much.
A strong hand tangled in dark tresses as the other stroked her cheek reverently before lips closed over her own once more.
