Leading the blonde into the drawing room, Regina flicks on the lights, before turning round to her guest and gesturing towards the sofa awkwardly.
"I'm not sure whether you want to sit, or if you actually wanted to stay, or-"
"-Regina. I read the letter, and now I'm here. I'm not planning on going anywhere... Besides, I tend to do that without my shoes and in as undignified a fashion as possible."
The younger woman jokes lamely, and she is surprised to find that her own lashes are wet.
The brunette scowls at her irritably, but Emma isn't fooled for a second and she smiles back shyly; nervous, but, now that she's crossed the threshold to the Mayor's home, she is glad that she'd decided to come here.
"Don't make fun of what happened, Emma. It was a terrible thing."
Regina scolds, and the blonde nods with a small shrug and agrees quietly
"I guess it kind of was... Makes more sense now, though."
"I'm sorry, dear."
"It's okay."
Emma offers with a sigh, before continuing uncomfortably
"At least I get why you were so freaked out, now... It's okay. You said you didn't mean to yell that stuff at me, and I believe you. I didn't mean to upset you! I just... I just wanted him to stop crying. I never meant to scare you, or anything like that. I can see how that might have looked to you. I'm not really sure exactly how I feel about it yet, but I can see how it would look from your perspective... And, I'm sorry I took the letter. I'm not exactly sure why I figured it was a good idea. I just wanted to know what you were trying to tell me. I guess because I wanted to move things along-"
She blushes
"-But I also just had this feeling like you might never tell me. I'm sorry I took it without asking you, Regina, but I'm also glad that I did."
"Yes?"
"Yeah."
Emma nods, and the brunette sighs as she takes a step towards the younger woman and reaches out her hand tentatively, as if to cup the blonde's cheek, but not quite daring to.
"Yes, not 'yeah'...How many times do I have to tell you?"
She whispers, and Emma gives a watery chuckle before stepping forwards to close the gap between outstretched fingers and her own skin.
"Couple more times, at least, it looks like."
She grins, and Regina laughs throatily as she allows her fingers to slip into thick curls and gives the younger woman a meaningful look as she brings her other hand up to rest on a skinny shoulder.
"You could have come and discussed things with me in the morning, Miss Swan."
"I could have."
Emma agrees.
"...Thank you."
The Mayor chokes out while trying to force a smile through her uncharacteristic urge to start sobbing, and the blonde laughs quietly, before brushing her lips gently against Regina's. The brunette tenses in surprise; remaining carefully still as the younger woman's hands find her waist tentatively.
"You're sure about this, Emma?"
She whispers- imagining she knows the answer, but terrified of making the wrong move- and the younger woman nods silently with a shy, yet pointed step forward to press herself softly against the brunette's quivering frame.
Kissing her slowly, Regina moves her hand from Emma's shoulder to cup her cheek, before respectfully begging entrance with her tongue as she strokes her thumb against the blonde's temple. The younger woman reciprocates her advance without hesitation, and for the first time this evening, Regina begins to feel something other than unhappiness.
Eventually, she is forced to pull back for air, and she studies the blonde intently as the latter gazes back at her with a dangerous spark of fire alighting ordinarily cool green.
"This isn't exactly what I'd envisaged happening this evening..."
She admits, and Emma shrugs with a shy grin and drops her hands from the darker woman's waist.
"Is that a bad thing?"
"No-"
Regina answers thoughtfully
"-not bad. Just surprising. It's a good surprise, dear, don't get me wrong, but a surprise just the same... I... I'm not so sure what you imagine might happen now."
She swallows thickly as her eyes convey her meaning, and Emma offers her a cheeky smirk which slowly becomes a more truthful representation of her nerves as she smiles uncertainly.
"I guess that depends on what you want."
"Not just what I want."
Regina shakes her head, and the blonde ponders this for a moment before nodding in agreement.
"No, that's fair. I... Well, I just assumed we wanted the same thing?... I mean, when we talked about it, I just, from what you said, I kind of-"
"-I stand by what I said. I'm merely asking you if it's still what you want, dear?"
Regina interrupts firmly, and Emma nips at her bottom lip timidly, before linking her arms loosely behind the Mayor's neck.
"Very much."
She replies honestly, and the brunette swallows, as what had been a feeling of pure dread not ten minutes ago has now been replaced by a warm, intoxicating sensation of tentative desire.
"So do I."
She murmurs; pressing her lips back to Emma's with a little more force and finding her waist to pull her closer still.
This time- catching her breath and studying tellingly blown pupils- it's the younger woman's turn to pull away, blushing delicately.
"This isn't exactly what I'd planned either."
She murmurs, and the brunette's brow furrows with incomprehension. Explaining herself hastily, Emma giggles uncomfortably as she mumbles in her awkwardness
"Not your fault! Just... This is, uh... I'm not totally sure what to do. I... I mean, in my head, I've kind of... Ha... Yeah... And last time, I was all set to just rip my clothes off- and rip your clothes off- and let you fucking take me... Which, I mean, that'd still be nice... I just, um, I mean, this is a bit heavier than I'd imagined, and I'm not so sure what to-"
Regina shuts her up swiftly- kissing her deeply- before offering a slow smile.
"That'd be 'nice'?"
She teases sultrily; mimicking Emma's way of wording things, and the younger woman scowls at her with humour glittering impishly in her eyes as she mutters at her to shut up.
Regina chuckles darkly, before licking her lips and studying the younger woman earnestly.
"...I'm not expecting anything from you, Emma. Just relax. If you don't want to do this now, we don't have to."
She reassures the blonde, who in turn shows her teeth, before moving in once more and grabbing the brunette's hand to bring it pointedly to her side where it slips beneath her shirt.
We do have to do this now, and we both know it. It's not going to be how either of us pictured it, but I think that's okay! It's not going to be like it's ever been for either one of us before. It's not going to be selfish, and it's not going to be carefree. Not going to be rough and sweaty like I'd imagined it would be... But it has to be now... Surely you can feel that the same way I can?
Sensing that this is Emma's version of a request to go ahead, Regina nips at the younger woman's tongue gently and glides her palm up over warm flesh to rest against skinny ribs beneath the soft swell of the blonde's breast.
"I've waited long enough."
Emma informs her, and it is not said with irritation or hurt, but simply as a fact, and she follows it up with a gentle kiss and quiet murmur against beautifully full, parted lips
"Please?"
"Well... That's always a good start."
Regina smirks playfully, but when her mind flashes her familiar images of the blonde begging and panting- sobbing that same, intoxicating, simple word up at her- while she fucks her roughly in a way she would so enjoy to do, she pushes such fancies swiftly aside and pulls Emma into her; tasting her with extreme tenderness.
"I believe you know where my bedroom is."
