Asked cutelikemurder via tumblr: Halloween Prompt: This is the first year that Henry asks to go Trick or Treating alone. Regina is a little sad about that. Her little prince is growing up. Emma comes to cheer her up with candy, drinks, & scary movies. Regina's not a fan of jump scares and Emma thinks it's hilarious. Maybe once Regina practically jumps into Emma's lap and SQ kissing times happens.
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Set on: Second season, more or less. Canon divergence.
Emma looked at her right where Regina tried to look unimpressed, the tightness in which she was holding onto the blonde's arm betraying her perfect calm face. Smiling a little and carefully lifting the bowl of popcorn she had on her knees the sheriff cleared her throat, winking at the older woman when she jumped for a second, startled.
"Do you want some?" She asked, hiding a smirk when Regina made a face at her and turned to the tv again, shuddering when yet another scream filled the living room of the mansion, the emptiness of the place something that Emma had spotted the second she had entered in the place.
"I think I'm going to go to Regina's tonight" She had said that during dinner that day and the deafening silence she had received as an answer had been enough for her to actually stand and grab her keys, smiling secretly at her phone while doing so where Henry's beaming face looked back at her, his wolverine costume peeking over the jumper probably Regina had also make him to wear.
The boy looked cute, and also older, older than when Emma had first met him, old enough to actually go trick or treating alone. Old enough to not need Regina's presence, old enough to leave his brunette mother at home, alone, and still considered the evil queen by some of the most rebel kids of the area.
Something that Emma despised.
That had been the reason why she had walked to the mayoral mansion with a bag full of groceries in one hand and a bag full of scary movies in the other, smiling warmly at Regina when the woman had opened the door, a look of utter confusion on her pupils.
"May I?" Emma had asked and Regina, the same Regina who hated her guts a year before, nodded and took a step back, glancing curiously at the two bags and Emma's cheerful attitude.
"Miss Swan" She had enunciated even though the two women were long passed that state "What are those?"
"These" Emma had answered before dropping the contents of the bags in Regina's kitchen with a practiced movement "Are the films we are going to see today"
And so there they were, Regina suffering and looking about to crawl around Emma while refusing to look at the tv ever again but trying to look completely unaffected by the terror marathon they were doing at the same time.
A marathon in where Emma was having problems not to laugh at the way the brunette mayor seemed to be ready to throw a fireball to every monster, creature or apparition that were on the screen.
"No, don't go there" She heard Regina whispering, her eyes squinting, trying hard to not look at the screen while at the same time unable to look away. "No, don't…"
The panic-infused scream that bounced against the walls of the living room was enough for Emma to wince for a second too, her eyes going back to Regina the second the third blonde girl of the film was killed by the psychopath.
"Are you…" She asked only to be shushed back, brown eyes firmly set on the screen as Regina reached blindly for the popcorn, her expression making her look younger than her years, a reflection of who she had been, and Emma smiled thinking on how she and Regina may have been able to have other kind of pasts if destiny hadn't started writing stories.
Her thoughts were interrupted by another scream, one that didn't came from the movie but from Regina herself when the psychopath appeared, maniac smile on his eyes and the promise of even more blood written on the poorly imagined script. She turned, ready to tease the brunette until the woman who had slowly turned her friend replied haughtily how films like the one they were watching were beneath her only to find Regina looking at the screen with real fear on her eyes, her hands firmly closed in tight fists.
"Regina…" Emma started, slightly worried as she glanced briefly at the screen. She couldn't finish the sentence one more time because as the murderer started walking, loud music on display, Regina jumped, moving closer to her and forgetting every word about the decorum she had been trying to show until now.
Suddenly holding Regina Emma looked at the brunette woman in front of her, a blush starting to grow on the older woman's cheeks, embarrassment written all over her face.
"Regina…" Emma tried again as Regina curled herself on Emma's lap, looking as if she wanted to keep herself for blasting her own tv with her magic.
And it was kind of cute, and tender, Emma realized, how the two of them had walked so much since the day she presented herself in front of Regina's porch with Henry at her side and nothing else to say but a shy "Hi". She still was amazed and grateful that she had someone to snicker with whenever the reality of being the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming became too much. And was actually shocking and yet easy to be with Regina like that, like they were doing knowing that Regina trusted her enough to look at a film and cry and admit that she was scared with her.
And maybe it was because of that but when her eyes locked Emma smiled a little, not teasingly, but softly, her eyes falling inevitably at Regina's lips. And they could had done that in a thousand different ways and not the day of Halloween looking at a cheap movie only because Emma hadn't wanted to know that Regina was going to be alone that night but as Regina kept looking at her, her hands now at Emma's shoulders, looking younger, and somehow more real, Emma couldn't stop herself.
She gave the brunette a few seconds of recognition before kissing her fully, her lips tasting like the popcorn she had eaten a few seconds before. She didn't care for the film or for anything else and when Regina responded just in the same tender way she sighed happily on her mouth, sensing the shift between their magics calling for each other.
They didn't hear the door of the mansion opening slowly but that, along with Henry's cry, was another story.