Henry almost shivered in anticipation as they walked through town, hand in hand, Emma only taking breaks from goading Regina about whack-a-mole to stare down townspeople who couldn't quite seem to close their mouths or keep their eyes off the site of the Savior, the Evil Queen, and their son strolling down the street, holding hands, and laughing up a storm. By the time they got to the arcade, Henry was quite glad that looks couldn't actually kill.
As Regina got coins from the change machine, Emma interlocked her fingers and extended her arms, cracking her knuckles and pretending to stare at the whack-a-mole set-up rather than at the former mayor's denimed ass. She was an awful pretender, and Regina shifted her hips back and forth in mock impatience. Winning this was going to be easier than she thought. She'd almost forgotten just how simple a task distracting her lover was.
As Regina sauntered over and bent down to slide the coins into the whack-a-mole slot - being careful to wink seductively at Emma before doing so, reveling in Emma's obvious and unashamed arousal at her in the closest thing she's worn to her preferred riding gear since Daniel died, Emma's mouth went dry at the proximity of Regina's ass, covered by nothing but denim and - Emma had quickly learned - a thong. Sure enough, as the former mayor "accidentally" dropped the last coin and bent further down to retrieve it - bitch - her shirt hitched up along with Emma's breath to reveal a sleek, deep purple g-string. Everything but the magnificent woman in front of her was erased from Emma's mind. The whack-a-mole theme song suddenly blared as Regina slid in the last coin, jolting Emma out of her combination of bedroom memories and fantasies, all centered on her Queen.
Henry stepped between them, clearing his throat royally - aware of the peeking eyes of some of his friends from school and their parents from around other arcade games - and formally presented both of his moms with a mallet, his back ramrod straight as he selected 2-player mode. "Let the grudge match begin!" he announced from behind his moms, so loudly that it made Happy jump from behind the prize counter. "No cheating!" he added, and Regina turned around, offended. But Henry was looking square at Emma, his eyes sparkling and his mouth in a line that deeply resembled Regina's. "Watch it, kid," Emma warned jokingly, not taking her eyes off the board, waiting for her first mole to pop up. She glanced at Regina, who had turned away from Henry with a delighted smile, which now became a focused game face as she, too, braced the mallet in both hands, heels sprea slightly beyond shoulder-width apart, rocking slightly back and forth in preparation as though she were playing tennis. Emma chuckled.
"Amateur," she muttered, just loud enough for Regina to hear.
"So cocky," Regina quipped back as she whacked the first mole of the round.
Their scores flew up almost in exact tandem as sweat began to drip from Emma's forehead, am ore graceful sheen appearing on Regina's. The women's shouts rose as two, three, four moles at a time began to pop up, mocking them with their chipmunk-esque cackles. Henry tried his best to narrate the game as Emma quickly slipped her jacket off after the first two rounds, both of which Regina had narrowly won. Regina glanced at the sheriff's bare arms and licked her lips, missing her first few moles of the round as she watched, entranced, as Emma's bare muscles flexed with effort.
"Go, Mom, go!" Henry's shout awakened her to the game, and Regina whacked at her moles with renewwed vigor while shouting at the blonde, "No playing dirty in front of our son!"
"Says the Queen of playing dirty!" Emma retorted. "Like you really dropped that coin earlier?" She snorted, slamming mole after mole furiously as a crowd began to form around them.
Happy, Jefferson, Grace, Michael, Hansel, and Gretel all gathered 'round, the parents and kids having had the same idea as Henry: spend a morning of amusement and normalcy together after the violence and upheaval of the past few weeks and twenty-eight years. None but Emma and Henry found it normal, however, to see their formerly Evil Queen in jeans and a v-neck, sweating as she whacked plastic moles with a mallet next to her woman lover, with their son happily cheering her on, tousling Hansel's hair playfully as he smiled shyly while they waited for the next round of moles to pop up.
Gretel pondered the woman who had separated she and her brother from their father, wondering how the blonde who had reunited them could love her, as she clearly did. The young girl laughed in bemusement when the former Queen smacked the Savior's ass playfully after the younger woman celebrated winning a round, obnoxiously jumping up and down and smacking - but gently, she observed - Regina over the head with her mallet. A tingling arose in Gretel's belly as she fully recognized in that moment that Henry's moms were lovers. She was glad that her dad and Jefferson were becoming close: maybe they would become lovers and be this happy too, she thought. She laughed with muted and slight vindictiveness as Regina screamed while Emma cackled, the young woman having taken the lead in the round.
Emma unabashedly wooped in victory as she won the fourth round, too - barely - egged on by their new audience and having been given a head-start by Regina's staring at her arms. She's spent the first two rounds thinking far too much about Regina's ass and laughter and sexy arms and Henry's playful betrayal to focus on her moles, but focus she did, and she drew a tie in the game.
Final round. Brown eyes met green as both women wore nearly identical smirks.
They tore their eyes away from each other - somehow - and began the final round, Henry jumping up and down, clapping his hands and shouting encouragement to Regina as she pulled ahead.
Jefferson chuckled to himself as the children all joined Henry with renewed vigor in the noise-making department. He leaned against the pinball machine, crossed his arms, and studied the way Regina's eyes lit up whenever Emma shouted at her and she trash talked back; whenever Emma shouted, "Whose side are you on, kid?!" to a son who was clearly supporting Regina; the way the older woman's tongue stuck out slightly from the side of her mouth as she concentrated, arm muscles twitching beautifully as she tossed her head back and laughed, game over, raising her mallet in victory and giving several mock bows and curtsies to the children. He had watched this woman change from an idealistic, wide-eyed, kind-hearted young girl into a broken, malicious, vengeful young woman. He had helped Rumpelstiltskin manipulate this very change in her. And as he watched her laughter and competitive playfulness, the earnest excitement bubbling forth from her entire being, the frivolity with which she bounced back and forth as she hugged Henry and teasingly stuck her tongue out at Emma as she joyfully typed "The Evil Queen" into the first place high score slot, he knew he had been right about Emma Swan: she truly had brought magic to Storybrooke.