Mary Margaret eased herself up from the couch to answer the eager knocking at the door. Pulling it open, she found herself faced with a brightly smiling Regina. As had become habit each time she found the girl at her door, she looked warily behind her for any sight of her mother. Still, who could blame her? It was common knowledge the Mayor could hardly stand her, and she was almost positive the woman had tried to run her over on more than one occasion.
"Miss Blanchard, I'm afraid you are to be disappointed once again," said Regina. "My mother chose not to accompany me."
The pixie haired woman only smiled at the variation on the response Regina would always give. "In which case, come in." Closing the door behind the girl, she turned, amused to still find her standing politely. "You know where you're going by now, Regina."
"Thank you," smiled the brunette as she quickly made for the stairs.
"And tell Emma I'm going out in about half an hour so the TV is all hers."
"So who is her date with?" asked Regina, laying in her stomach on Emma's bed as the blonde herself continued to scribble away furiously at the conclusion of a report she had failed to finish before the brunette came over. It had become somewhat of a pattern, and Emma was glad the other girl never seemed to mind, often helping her.
"Uh, some guy called David?"
"The guy who works at the animal shelter?"
Emma looked up, nodding. "Yeah, that's the one. She's been excited about it for days." She threw down her pen. "Right, that is all I'm doing for now." She stood from the desk, holding a hand out to pull Regina up from the bed. "Now, I do believe I offered you a movie night."
Mary Margaret crept quietly into the house, having seen the flickering light of the TV coming up the drive. Closing the door quietly behind her, she smiled at the sight that greeted her. Emma and Regina lay curled on the couch, the brunette's head in Emma's lap, an almost empty bowl of popcorn balanced precariously on Regina's hip. The repeating DVD menu and utter silence from the pair told Mary Margaret they were sleeping. Slipping off her shoes, she silently made her way over to the pair, removing the bowl of popcorn and shutting off the TV. She briefly considered waking them, but quickly decided that they were young enough to survive one night sleeping in such an awkward position.
Gently tugging the blanket from the back of the couch, she draped it over the pair as best she could, smiling when Regina automatically shuffled closer to Emma. It was such a shame the pair had to hide their relationship away, she thought. Of course, she knew the Mayor would never approve. It was a fact that still saddened her greatly, that the proud woman would be so judgemental that she would never accept the happiness her daughter found with Emma.
Since learning of the pair's relationship, and assuring Emma she was in full support if it, the house had become the one of the few places they could relax and truly enjoy each other's company. Of course, she understood that being a couple, that also involved certain things she would rather not be privy to. She was still conflicted as to whether she should talk to Emma about such things, but figured that both were mature and responsible girls, and could decide at their own pace when they were ready for such things. And since she had yet to see the pair have more than a minor disagreement, they were doing rather well. With a final glance at the slumbering pair, she made her way to her own room, hoping her relationship with David could develop so smoothly.