Regina woke first, uncomfortable as usual. She would love to have the freedom to lay on her side but with her leg still messed up, that wasn't a possibility. She shifted a little, intending on getting up, when she felt Emma's hand touch her.
"Where you going?" a barely heard, muffled voice of the blonde came from the direction of the pillow she had sunk her face into while sleeping on her stomach. Her head wasn't even turned toward Regina, who could only see the mass of hair facing her.
"I was going to get up,"
"No."
"No?"
"Bed. We stay in bed."
"I'm awake and after last night's activities I could use a shower." She used to relish taking a hot shower or bath, but with her broken leg it had become a chore. Still, she couldn't stand feeling dirty.
When Emma didn't respond, Regina assumed she fell back asleep so she started the process of moving again. Her crutches were nearby and despite having them extra padded on the hand and armpit grips, they were more than taking their toll on her. She hadn't said anything to Emma, but the truth was most of the time she was in pain whether it was from her injuries, the crutches or just over exerting herself.
Last night's exertion had her feeling sore.
She had a doctor's appointment in a couple of days and she would see then about maybe getting some higher form or pain medication.
As she moved, Emma again reached out and touched her. "Don't go," she said this time moving her head around to face her.
"You're just going to go back to sleep,"
"What's wrong with just lying in bed?"
"It's unproductive."
"I know of a few ways we can be productive,"
Emma opened her eyes this time, giving her a mischievous smile and Regina knew she had stepped right into that one. Emma moved quickly to make sure Regina wasn't going anywhere – not that it was a challenge in her current condition.
Emma pinned her down and started placing kisses in every spot she can reach. She then held herself up over Regina, "what do you think of my productivity so far Madame Mayor?"
"I don't know, you have stopped after all."
They both smiled at each other – a sense of ease and familiarity embracing them as they kissed.
…
Emma smiled as she went on patrol that night. Waking up next to Regina like that, and of course the sex – it had her feeling like all was right with the world again. She hadn't felt like this in months. That pressure that had set into her shoulders almost permanently – while more mental than physical – seemed so much more less today.
She was beginning to think that this was going to work. She and Regina could really be together.
Now that her parents knew and hadn't freaked out like she thought they would, she found the idea of going on a public date with Regina more appealing. She was already thinking of where she would take her and what they would do.
…
Henry opened the door to Robin,
"Hey buddy," he said to Henry.
"Hey Robin. Mom is in the living room."
"Thanks. Hey we still on for target shooting this weekend?"
"As long as mom doesn't put a stop to it."
"I will try to convince her that it is more than appropriate for your age."
He walked into the living room to find Regina on the couch. "How are you feeling?"
"Sore."
"You aren't overexerting yourself again are you?"
"Maybe a little," she said thinking for a moment about the sex she had with Emma that morning.
"Anyone ever tell you that you are stubborn?"
"Constantly," she smiled.
He took a seat in the chair and there was a moment where neither said anything, nor looked at the other.
"Things are going well with you and Emma?" he asked finally.
"We had dinner at her parents' home yesterday."
"That's a big step."
"It was."
Silence.
"Robin, I care about you, you know that right?"
"Yes I do. Just like I know you love Emma. And as long as you are sure this is what you want, I will walk away."
"This is what I want. But I don't want you to walk away either. I would like it if in time we could try to be friends. I understand if that isn't possible right away, but I would like to try."
Robin got up and hugged her. "I'm not going anywhere far," he said. "If friends is all we can be, I will take that. You mean a lot to me."
"Thank you," she said, and she moved to readjust her position from the hug and winced.
"You really are sore," Robin said with concern.
"Yes," she said. "Can you hand me my water?"
He handed it to her and she took out two more pain pills and swallowed them down. She looked at the bottle, there were only three left. It wouldn't be enough to get her through to her doctor's appointment.
"Is something wrong?" Robin asked seeing her stare at the prescription bottle.
"No, just time to get the prescription filled."
"Is that the same stuff I had filled for you last week?"
"No," she lied.