Emma strips her clothes away and tosses them lazily on top of the mayor's hamper. "Sure thing, lady," she says over her shoulder as she saunters into the bathroom. She grabs a towel out of said closet and throws her towel over the shower curtain. She steps into the shower and starts playing with the knobs, she stifles a shriek at the hot water.

Regina rolls her eyes at Emma's actions, and moves to put the dirty clothes actually IN the hamper. She can't help but lift them to her face to inhale the heady scent of Emma and sex. At Emma's shriek, Regina goes racing into the bathroom. "What's wrong?" she asks. "Emma, what happened?"

"Water, hot, whatever," she grumbles, switching the water over to a temperature that is colder than she would like to avoid hurting herself. "Please shut up." She can imagine Regina smirking at her from outside.

Any sarcastic retort Regina was going to say is completely lost as she stares at Emma's naked body through the textured glass shower door. She worries at her lower lip for a moment. "You..." She clears her throat. "You never listen," she finally says, voice husky, still standing there and staring.

Emma smiles at the mayor's profile. "I can be obedient, if the situation arises." She smirks and helps herself to some shampoo, she works it into a lather in her hands and begins scrubbing her fingers through her hair and scalp. The water feels great on her sore, sexed muscles and she relaxes despite the cool water.

Regina snorts softly and shakes her head. "We'll see about that," she replies and forces herself out of the room. She blows out a deep breath as she moves to the closet to find some space for Emma. While in the closet, she searches for something to change into herself, given that her dress is now quite possibly stained from their lovemaking. She flushes at the memory and presses her thighs tightly together. As she walks out of the closet, she says, "Fighting, crying, and sex is all we've been doing for going on four days now."

Emma frowns. "At least one of those sounds enjoyable." She rinses her hair, then begins scrubbing her body with some sort of fancy sea sponge (hah) and something far more perfumed than her usual Suave. She takes on a more serious tone. "I think that's normal though, I would say it was weird if we hadn't."

Regina runs a hand through her hair. "I'm not complaining exactly, just looking back at what goes us to this point," she says with her own slight frown, then chuckles darkly. "It just took me making a deal with the devil and going insane to find my happiness. Too bad you weren't around the first time. We could have avoided all of this hell and just gotten to the mind-blowing sex and happiness stage sooner."

Emma tries to be audible as she scrubs her face,"...first time?" She gargles a mouth full of water and swishes in her teeth before spitting it on the floor. She rinses her face off and asks,"...razor?" She smiles, this is the last place she imagined being, with the last woman she ever imagined being with, asking the last question she thought she would ever ask.

"Razor's on the inset shelf under the showerhead," Regina calls, resting against the counter. "Yes, first time. You know, when I obtained and enacted the curse? It's not like I was in my right mind then." She scrubs at her face.

"You don't say," mumbles Emma with a smile as she grabs the razor. She sits on the seat in the corner of the stall and begins the process of shaving the length of both of her legs.

"I heard that," Regina says dryly. "You're lucky I love you..." She sighs and watches Emma for a moment, fingering the necklace around her neck. "I will tell you this much, Emma. The other night, when I... had my breakdown? If you'd actually left with Henry, I think I'd have gone back to that place. And it terrifies me to admit that to you, but I promised no more lies."

Emma swallows hard as she stands back up and rinses the razor, replacing it on the shelf. Even though the mayor can't make out her expression, she keeps her back turned to the mayor to avoid her eyes. She clears her throat. "What does that mean, Regina? You hated me enough and you weren't capable of doing anything, you had no power. Well, no otherworldly power."

Regina sighs heavily, eyes closing. "I don't know what that means exactly," she finally says. "It felt like my heart was splintering into a billion tiny, jagged pieces, that I was losing everything all over again." She scrubs at her face and pinches the bridge of her nose. "I'd like to say that nothing would have happened, but that would be a lie. Someone would have paid. Your mother, your father, you... Me? I don't know, and I never want to find out." She sighs again, the sound morphing into a bitter laugh. "And here we go again. Lovely, mind-blowing sex that's followed up by me scaring the hell out of you with my insanity."

Emma slowly turns the water off and pauses to take a deep breath before dragging her towel into the shower and wrapping it around her after a quick towel drying of her hair. She steps out of the shower with a clenched jaw and eyes the mayor. "How do you expect me to react when you say things like that, Regina?" She shakes her head and lets out a nervous laugh. "...fuck."

Regina attempts a nonchalant shrug and fails miserably. "I don't know," she says slowly, not meeting Emma's gaze. "But I made you a promise, you and Henry both, and I'm not about to break it. Argh!" She throws up her hands and storms into the bedroom to pace. "There's a reason I never let anyone in until Henry, and now you. I always fuck it up because I try too damned hard."

Emma follows Regina quickly. "It would just be nice if you try not to be such a sharer about killing my parents. If there is going to be a marital fight, one can be damn sure it's going to be about that. NOT that we are married..." She pauses, obviously frustrated. "Jesus!" One of her hands throws itself in the air now as she leans over to dig the other hand into the box of her belongings, pulling out another clean white tank top and a pair of dark skinny jeans, both of which she throws on the bed. Soon she also finds some black boy shorts and a simple matching bra, which she applies quickly.

Regina bites her lip until the iron tang of blood coats her tongue. She does her best to ignore the married comment because she knows that sort of thing WILL keep them fighting. "I'm sorry," is all she says as she stops pacing. She rubs at her temples and resists the urge to sigh again. "Force of habit, but I'll try to break it. I'll just... Can I go shower now or do we need to have me upset us both further?"

Emma swings a hand upward in the direction of the bathroom. "Go right ahead, Madam Mayor, you don't need my permission." Her voice is filled with heat as she throws a glance at the alarm clock next to the bed. "I have to go pick our son up from school." She pulls her clothes on hurriedly and frustrated.

"Emma!" Regina doesn't shout the word, but it still comes out forcefully. She takes a deep breath and tries again. "I'm sorry. I don't want you leaving here mad. I just... I don't understand why I feel the need to say all of these things to you, other than the fact that you're the ONLY person I can talk to about this without feeling like it'll be used against me. Because the only other person who knows everything about my past is Rumplestiltskin, and we've seen what he's willing to do to get his way." She shudders to stifle the sob that wants to come out. "I love you, but I am still terrified that I'm going to lose you and Henry." She shakes her head. "I'm not even making any sense. Go get Henry. Maybe a shower will clear my head."

Emma is having a hard time shouldering the weight of what is apparently two worlds. The only woman who is to blame also happens to be the woman she has found herself completely enamored with. "It may take more than a fucking shower," she breathes as she finishes lacing up her boots and moves to the door, which she lets slam behind her as she trudges down the stairs.

Regina flinches as the door slams, but doesn't try to stop Emma. She knows she's already done too much as it is. Closing her eyes, she takes a half dozen deep breaths before picking up the phone to call her secretary to relay the message that she'll be working from home for the remainder of the day since she has no meetings scheduled. Done with that, she strips off her clothes and heads into the bathroom. Unlike Emma, she knows exactly how hot she can handle her shower and turns the water just past that point. The hot water needles down on her scalp and back as she lets the tears falls. "Love is weakness, Regina," she mutters to herself and begins to scrub her body clean.

Emma makes her way out to her car and, as soon as she goes to get in, realizes she forgot both her keys and phone in her old pants pocket. "FUCK!" She kicks the side of her already busted car and takes a deep breath after the pain subsides. She walks back to the front door and makes her way sheepishly up the stairs into the mayor's bedroom.

The steam from Regina's shower starts to work its way out into the bedroom as she continues to scrub herself clean. She hesitates for a moment when she realizes that the sponge was last on Emma's skin, but shakes her head and continues to wash up. She lets the tears fall, vowing that they'll be the last she sheds for a while, intending to wall up the insanity so that her lover doesn't have just reason to leave her and take their son.

Emma slips across the room and opens the lid on the hamper, which pops against the wall just loudly enough to be noticeable. Emma sighs loudly, "So much for a badass exit." She digs her phone and keys out of her pants and slams the hamper shut, angry at its noisy betrayal.

Turning her face into the scalding water, Regina rests her arms against the wall and sighs. One day she'll learn how to be the woman she was raised to be. At the sound from the bedroom, she stiffens. "Emma?" she calls out timidly, hoping that it's the blonde.

Emma slowly corners the doorframe and leans lazily on it. "Yeah..." She dangles her keys out, shaking them for effect. She can't help the smile appearing across her face.

Regina relaxes at the sound of her lover's voice. "I just wanted to make sure," she says slowly. "I heard a noise and... Never mind, go get Henry. He'll worry if one of us isn't there." She turns back to the water and shuts it off, stepping out of the shower as she wraps a towel around her body.

Emma nods and turns on her heels to head back downstairs. She doesn't slam anything this time, as her initial reaction has melted. She makes her way to her car and then quickly to Henry's school. She arrives a few minutes before the bell rings. She decides she could do for some fresh air and gets out to lean against the yellow beater. She takes a series of deep breaths and waits for her son. The bell rings after a while has passed and crowds of kids pour out of the building in small groups, all of them except for Henry. She frowns at his solitude. He looks up from the ground and lights up as he sees her from a few yards away.

"WATCH OUT MILLS!" a larger boy yells as he pushes past with a hard shouldering of Henry, which rips the smile from his face with a yelp. Emma is quick to fill the gap between her and her son. "Don't think I am scared of you because you are the mayor's kid. I've heard they say she's a real evil bi-"

Emma catches the hook strap of the larger kid's backpack and yanks him back, leaning over to growl at him through clenched teeth, "Did you hear about his other mom? I hear she's the Sheriff or something." She taps the badge on her jeans with her free hand. She gives the boy a light push away as fear stretches over his face. He takes off away in the direction of traffic. Emma looks wide eyes back at her son. "What the crap was that?" Henry shrugs and quietly moves past her to get into the car. Emma pauses for a minute before following him to her seat.

Emma chooses not to pursue the issue any further, which causes the rest of the ride home to be silent. When they arrive to the estate, Henry bounds up the path to the door and pushes it open, immediately heading up to his room. Emma reaches the foyer just in time to hear his door slam. "Excellent," she says softly. She still feels weird just making herself at home and so she yells, "Regina?"

When Emma and Henry come back, Regina hears them from her office, but doesn't come out to greet them. She continues staring at the open document on her monitor, scribbling notes on a legal pad, half of which are scratched out but can just be seen to show Emma's name attached to something else. The sounds of Henry's feet pounding up the stairs and his door slamming are, unfortunately, nothing new to Regina lately. But Emma calling her name sends a jolt down her spine. She considers just answering the blonde, but gets to her feet and heads to the door. "Emma?" she asks, coming out of the office. "What's going on?"

Emma sighs and relays the incident at school to Regina, using her hands way too much in the conversation and ending in,"...so I may have pushed the little fucker," and a shrug.

Regina's eyes narrow as the story is told, a small smile curling her lips at Emma's reaction. "I'd have probably done more than just push him," she replies, glancing up the stairs. "And he won't explain it to you at all? I'd have guessed..." She shakes her head and grabs Emma's hand, starting up the stairs. "We'll talk to him together, and if that doesn't work, I'll mention it to Doctor Hopper."

Emma moves up the stairs reluctantly with the mayor's lead. "Maybe we should ju-" she stops as the mayor opens Henry's door after a soft knock. She forces a smile at Henry, feeling sorry for tattling.

"Henry?" Regina asks softly, heart clenching as the boy turns his back to his mothers. She drops Emma's hand to sit next to their son, reaching out to stroke his shoulder. "Are you okay?" He stiffens under her touch, but doesn't push her hand away Taking a leap of faith, Regina turns him around and pulls him into a hug, just like she used to do when he was younger. "Whatever it is, we'll fix it as a family," she says, echoing his words from two nights earlier.

Emma can see Henry's face over Regina's shoulder, his eyes are watery, and it pangs her. She stays standing but moves to rub a hand against his back and neck. "He looked pretty scared." Emma tries a bit of levity. A faint smile crosses his face as he nods softly. Desperate to make his pain subside, she undoes her badge from her jeans and puts it in his hand with a firm squeeze. "Just in case the brat needs a reminder? Little known fact, I have two." She takes a seat next to Regina on the bed.

Regina smiles at Emma's words and mouths a thank you as the blonde sits down. Her hands don't stop stroking Henry's back and shoulders. After a moment or two, she leans back and tries to catch his eyes. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Henry shrugs and wipes his nose with his sleeve. "Just some jerk, a lot of them are that way, testosterone I guess." Emma laughs lightly at her son's enlightenment. Her hand moves to soothe her lover's back as she notices the worry in her face. Henry continues softer this time,"...they know I am adopted. Sometimes they call me a bastard." Henry isn't crying anymore, he is a rather stoic boy, but Emma feels a stab of guilt and sadness shoot through her, landing in her stomach. Her fists clench as she maintains herself for her son.

Regina smiles at Henry's initial assessment, but it turns to a frown when he continues. She hates the idea that anyone could be so cruel to her son - their son - and fights the urge to demand names and cause hell for the boy's parents. "Is that the best they can do?" she asks, stroking Henry's cheek. "After all these years, they can't come up with a better reason to pick on you?" She chuckles, the sound belying her anger. "They're jealous because you have two mothers who love you very much."