There Emma stood, with a bouquet of two dozen white roses in hand with tear stained cheeks.
"I didn't think you would answer," she whispered, her hands holding the stems of the roses than she probably would be.
When Regina left her office she broke down. She cried until she threw up in the trash can under her desk and then cried more. Her father found her sitting on the floor, with papers scattered on the floor and the chair pushed across the room.
He probably thought it was because of Hook, she thought, but he had seen Regina's car quickly pull out of the station parking lot, breaking a few laws in the process, and sat in his car, pondering if he should go into the station or not. After sitting in his car for a good ten minutes, he swallowed his pride and walked into the building, only to find his daughter crying on the floor.
Now here she stood, on Regina's with a hand full of flowers that she didn't remember buying. The rest of the day was a blur for her. It was filled with tears, tears, and more tears. Her father let her go home, thankfully, where she cried until she passed out from exhaustion.
"What made you choose white?" Regina didn't know why the words let her mouth the way they did, but she saw Emma physically flinch. She gulped down more tears and gripped the wood of her door tighter. The blonde looked down at the flowers and sighed, letting the arm that held them drop to her side.
"I, uh, don't know." She bit her lip, hard enough to probably draw blood, and held back the tears that threatened to spill over her lids as she stood in front of the woman that she loved so deeply.
Regina shifted her weight on her feet and leaned on the door, not completely confident that her legs could hold her up much longer. "Is there a reason that you are here at this hour, Miss Swan?"
Emma flinched again at the name, the memories that were too painful for her to think about forcing their way through her million other thoughts. She didn't know why she had showed up so late to her house, she didn't know why she had flowers in her hand, and she didn't know why she had said that she was scared when there were so many other things outweighing her fear.
"I don't know," she whispered again. It seemed be the only thing she could say to anyone in the past twelve hours. Regina sighed and worried her lip.
"Well if you don't have a reason to be here will you please get off my porch?" Regina felt like a complete asshole, but she couldn't handle seeing the blonde so broken. She physically couldn't take it any longer. She knew if she looked at the blonde crying on her front porch, her tightening grip on the door would break it.
"Wait, no, I came here to say that I am sorry and that I can't live without you and that I am a stupid asshole for saying the things I did. I am not scared to be with you in the slightest, Regina, and I want you to know that I love you, I love you so damn much that it scares me. I have never felt this way with anyone. Not Neal, not Hook, not anyone. I want to be with you more than I want anything in this world or the next and I am sorry." The words fell from her mouth in waves and she didn't even try to stop them. She didn't try to stop the tears that were falling down her cheeks either, letting them flow freely and land on the wood below her.
Regina's face held no emotion. She had trained herself to hold a straight face in any situation years and years ago, and now it came in handy. On the outside she looked as good as she could in one of Emma's shirts and her underwear, but on the inside she was a wreck. Her heart was beating painfully against her chest and her hands were shaking from her holding herself back from kissing the life out of the blonde.
She watched as the blonde fell apart in front of her. Her face was red, her eyes bloodshot from the tears that she had already cried. Regina looked normal compared to her.
She had two options in this situation. Slam the door in her face and forget the beautiful days they had shared together. Or, she could open the door further and let her into the house and work through this like the adult she was.
She chose the less damaging of the two. She stepped back and opened the door wider, allowing the blonde access into her home.
Emma hesitate before she took the seconds it took to enter the home. The flowers brushed against her legs as she walked, forcing her to acknowledge the way Regina so subtly shot her down. When she was finally in the house and the door was shut, she gulped, which didn't go unnoticed by Regina.
"Where is Henry?" She squeaked out, her eyes trailing up the stairs and to the dark hallway at the top of them.
"He is asleep, Emma. As most normal people are at midnight." Regina's voice made her shiver, goosebumps springing up across her arms and jean clad legs. She sighed and turned to look at the brunette.
"I am so sorry, Regina," she whispered. The Mayor squeezed her eyes shut and took in a shaky breath. When she finally got herself under control, she reached her hand out, silently asking for the flowers. Emma handed them over quickly, ignoring the relieving sensation as the thorny roses left her hand. She disappeared around the wall that Emma knew lead into the kitchen.
In less than thirty seconds, Regina was back in the room without the roses.
She probably threw them in the trash, Emma thought to herself. She shook the thought from her head and shoved her hands in her back pockets. They stood in front of each other silently, both of their eyes focused on something other than the other person. Finally, Regina cleared her throat, swallowed her pride, and began the conversation that would alter their relationship for good.
"Why did you say you were scared to be with me?" Straight and to the point. Emma bit her lip and finally picked her head up, green eyes meeting brown.
"I don't know. I don't think I knew what I was feeling for you at the moment. I got scared and said the first thing that came to mind and-"
"Why were you scared."
"Because I thought my father found out and you were quiet for so long and I let myself get in my head. I started to overthink everything," she replied truthfully. Regina crossed her arms over her chest and watched ever move the blonde made.
"So, you panicked and decided to tell me that you didn't know how we would work out? You panicked and decided to end things."
"Regina I didn't leave, you are the one who left. Yes, I panicked and it was the wrong thing to say, but you are the one who ended things." Regina's jaw clenched, something like rage flowing through her veins.
"Do not pin this on me and me alone, Emma. You know this was not my fault. You said you didn't know how to be with me. Saying that is just as good as saying you don't want to be with me." Emma frowned.
"Did what I say on the porch mean nothing to you, or are you just ignoring it?" Had she said it any louder Henry could have heard, so she took a deep breath and tried again. "Regina, I love you. I mean it. If you can't see how broken I am because of this then you are blind or just refusing to see it. I want to be with you. I want to be your girlfriend, I want this with you and you only."
Regina willed the fat tears not to fall from her eyes, but they did anyways and rolled down her cheeks. As soon as they were there they were brushed away by Emma's thumb. She didn't know when she got in front of her, but she leaned into her touch as if she were starved for it.
"Of course it meant something to me, Emma. You mean everything to me and I don't know why or when it happened or how it happened, but I can't lose you. You mean too much to me," she whispered, her shoulders shaking from her silent cries. Emma wrapped her arms around her shoulders and pulled her into a hug, burying her nose in her brown tresses.
She had only seen the Queen cry a handful amount of times, once when she first got to town and Henry almost died, and the other times were usually about Robin. The thought of the man left a foul taste in her mouth.
"I am so sorry," the blonde whispered against her neck, her lips ghosting over the smooth skin. She felt Regina relax in her embrace and wrap her arms around her.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," she replied softly. They didn't say anything for a while, only holding each other until their tears finally dried up. It wasn't until Regina opened her eyes and saw that the hands of the clock were nearing half past midnight. She pulled away from the younger woman but didn't go far. She kept her arms wrapped around her waist, Emma's locked around her shoulders.
"It's really late," she whispered, her eyes scanning over every inch of Emma's face that was slightly puffier from crying. She reached up and ran her thumb over her cheek bone and sighed.
"It is, isn't it?" Emma's eyes never moved from her face, commiting the beautiful thing to memory. How could she ever really forget her beauty, though? She couldn't, and she never would, not if she could help it.
Regina took in a deep breath and bit her lip. "Why… why don't you stay here tonight? So you don't have to drive home?" Regina knew that their houses were just a few blocks away from each other, but she wouldn't be able to sleep without Emma laying next to her.
Emma smiled softly and nodded her head. She dropped one arm from around her shoulders, keeping the other one around her shoulders. She couldn't get enough of this woman, whether it was just holding hands with her or fucking her into a mind-numbing haze, she would never be able to stop touching her.
Regina led them to the bedroom, walking softly past Henry's door, until they finally made their way to Regina's room at the end of the hallway. They stopped in front of the door. They stared at the door, neither one making a move to turn the door knob and open it.
Emma let out a shaky breath and turned to her, dropping her arm from around her shoulders.
"Are you sure you want me to stay? I mean, I can go-"
Regina's kiss was not one that she was used to. Her kisses before were eager and messy and hungry. This kiss, however, was anything but. It was soft and slow and filled with uncertainty, but it meant everything to Emma.
She didn't rush the kiss, she only moved her mouth in time with Regina's, relishing the way that the older woman seemed to melt in her arms. Their faces were so close together, that when a tear leaked from Regina's closed eyes, Emma felt it against her own cheek. She pulled back and cupped her face, scanning it to find what was wrong.
Regina sniffled and wiped under her nose with the back of her hand, much to her own disgust. Emma cupped her face and leaned her forehead against hers, her eyes closing.
She didn't know what she was doing, trying to take away some of her heartbreak and sadness, trying to apologize once again without saying it? She didn't know but she knew that she would do anything for her.
"Talk to me, tell me what to do," Emma whispered, her fingers brushing over her cheeks. Without hesitation, Regina answered.
"Love me and do not ever leave me again." Emma smiled softly and kissed the tip of her nose.
"I will always love you and never leave you again," she promised. With a nod of her head Regina reached behind her and pushed the door open. Emma followed her into the dark room and shut the door behind her, leaning against the white wood. She watched Regina pull the already laid in covers back and slide her body under them, Emma's shirt riding up and bunching over her hips.
"Come to bed, Emma," she mumbled, reaching out her hand. Emma walked over to the bed and placed her hand in Regina's letting out a grunt when she was pulled roughly on top of her. She caught herself on one hand that landed right by Regina's head, and before she could make another noise the mayor's lips were crushed against her own.
She moaned into her mouth and instantly kissed her back, her tongue darting out and running against Regina's plump bottom lips.
The kiss was tongue and teeth and lips all rolled up in one and it left Emma feeling dizzy. Their tongues danced together as if it was the last time they would ever be together and it left Regina wanting more than she was getting. She reached down Emma's body and grabbed the edge of her top, pulling it over her torso only to be stopped by Emma.
"This needs to come off now," she growled against her lips. Emma instantly shifted her weight and pulled the top over her head, throwing it across the room. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of her shirt that Regina was wearing, and when she finally got it open she attacked the naked flesh beneath.
Her teeth nipped at the tops of her breasts, her tongue darting out to sooth away the hurt of hte love bites. Regina had tangled her hands in Emma's blonde curls, holding her as close as she could get her. She was a groaning mess under Emma's mouth, and when her hips bucked and met nothing but air she growled out.
She pulled her hands from her hair and scratched her way down Emma's flat stomach, finally making her way down the outside of her jeans. She cupped Emma's throbbing pussy through her jeans and pulled her face up to hers with her other hand. Emma gasped out.
"This is mine, no one else's. You are mine," she growled. Emma nodded and sighed out of relief when Regina popped open the button of her jeans and shoved her hand down the front of her underwear.
Regina had a small smile on her lips when she felt the evidence of Emma's arousal coat her fingers. Without delay, she circled her clit with her thumb, her pointer finger teasing her entrance. Emma rocked back on her fingers, her eyes squeezed shut. When the only finger moving was her thumb, Emma let out a groan that sounded more like a cry than anything else.
"Regina please," she begged, her nails digging into the backs of her shoulders.
"Say you're mine," she growled, her tongue darting out and licking the shell of her ear. Emma felt shivers wrack through her body. Emma groaned and ground herself against her hand again, but Regina pulled her hand out of her pants all together. Regina flipped Emma onto her back easily. straddling her waist and pinning her hands to the side of her head.
"Tell me you are mine," she whispered again, her hips grinding down onto Emma's stomach. Emma whimpered out and made eye contact with Regina, her hands pushing up against hers.
"I am yours, only yours." Regina didn't need to be told twice. She instantly let go of Emma's hands and crawled down from her waits and positioned herself between Emma's milky thighs.
Her hands gripped the edge of her blue jeans and pulled them down roughly, her nails scratching down the unmarred skin. Regina brought Emma's underwear down with her jeans and threw them to the ground by her bed. In one move she was back between Emma's legs, her lips attached hungrily to her clit, sucking it between her lips.
Emma's back arched off the bed and one hand threaded through hre brown locks and held on as if her life depended on it. Her other hand was cupped over her mouth. The last thing they needed was to scar Henry for life.
Regina easily slid one finger into the blonde's welcoming hole, curling it forward. Emma's breathing hitched when she felt that finger brushing inside of her. Her back was already arched off the bed, white sparks dancing behind her eyelids as she squeezed them shut.
Almost as quickly as it had come, the finger that Regina had inside her disappeared, but Emma didn't have time to protest before her finger was replaced with her tongue.
"Oh, God," Emma cried out, her back arching off the bed, pushing her core closer to Regina's magical tongue.
Regina lapped up the hot liquid that rested between her legs, Emma's moans and groans cheering on. Before she knew what was happening, she was being pulled up from between Emma's legs and thier lips were pressed together in a rough kiss.
Regina's hand trailed down Emma's body as they kissed, and without warning, plunged two fingers inside her lover. Emma cried out into the kiss, but reached her own hand in between the two of them and skillfully tugged Regina's underwear down. Her fingers danced over her clit, rubbing it in quick circles before she dipped a finger inside her. Regina cried out, her mouth falling open in the middle of the kiss the two of them were sharing.
Their fingers fell in time with each other, thrusting in and out as if their lives depended on it. Soon, too soon for her liking, Emma felt the familiar feeling of release building up in the pit of her stomach. She let out a muffled cry, her hips starting to buck uncontrollably against Regina's hand.
Regina did the same, her body rocking against Emma's hand as if her life depended on it. As if on cue, her orgasm racked through her body, forcing her to bite down on Emma's shoulder to keep her cries at bay.
The slight pain of Regina biting her shoulder sent Emma over the edge, her hand clapping over her mouth as she saw stars. Their breathing was ragged, and the thought of Regina biting made Emma chuckle into the quiet room.
"Do you really just bite me?" She laughed out. Regina sat up on her lap and slapped her arm, making her laugh harder.
"Next time I will do it harder if you don't shut up," she threatened with a raised brow. Emma rolled her eyes.
"I don't think you could bite me any harder than you did, you probably left a bruise." Regina rolled her eyes and rolled off her lap and landed on her side beside her. Emma turned and faced her, their noses brushing up against each other.
Emma's breathing had evened out, and so had Regina's, but the blonde shivered when the Mayor's breath hit her skin. Emma hummed and smiled softly, her hand reaching out to tuck a loose piece of hair behind her ear.
"You know you look good in my clothes," she whispered, her fingers brushing against the faint red tinge of her cheeks.
"I like to think that I look good in anything, Miss Swan." Regina's bottom lip was trapped in her teeth, the corners of her lips turned up in a smile.
"You do. You look especially well in nothing at all," she whispered, her lips darting out and pressing a soft kiss to the tip of Regina's nose. She sighed happily and buried herself deeper in Emma's warm embrace.
"Hmm," she hummed, sleep starting to take over her body faster and faster with every passing second. Her eyelids finally fell shut, but before sleep completely took her over, she whispered,
"You are quite dashing yourself, Miss Swan."
