AN: You guys are the best for sticking out 50 chapters with me. There will be at least 25 more, regardless of whether or not I decide to make a sequel. I intend to catch the characters up to present day, one way or another.Emma was amused to find that Regina played the radio while she cooked, and was even more amused at the music the station played.
"Oh,
Well imagine,
As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,
And I can't help but to hear,
No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words:
"What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter,
"And, yes, but what a shame, what a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore.""Oh my God!" cackled Emma. "Regina!"
"Hm?" Regina snapped her head up, having been completely in the song as she tended to the lasagna.
"This language around Henry's ears?"
"Oh, he doesn't know what it means."
"You realize you contradict yourself, right?"
"That sounds about right, yeah."
"I chime in with a
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality.
I chime in,
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality again.""This is catchy," Emma admitted. "Who is it?"
"Panic! At The Disco."
Emma snorted. "Creativity in band names has dwindled, I see."
When the song ended, one completely contrasting it began.
"I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me""Nope!" Regina moved over to the radio and switched the station until she found one with an acceptable song. "Oh! Listen to this one, Emma."
"I don't quite know Those three words If I lay here Forget what we're told
How to say
How I feel
Are said too much
They're not enough
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life"
Emma grinned at the lyrics, and making sure she wasn't interrupting anything too dangerous, pulled Regina's back against her chest by the waist, tucking her chin onto her shoulder. "This is beautiful," she murmured into the shell of Regina's ear.
Regina hummed along, letting her hands come to rest over Emma's. The lasagna would be fine; all that was needed was for it to be put in the oven.
It was little more than a gentle sway, but the two began to move in time to the music. Emma imagined it was kin to what school prom was supposed to be. Regina mentally replaced her own with the moment she was currently experiencing. Her nameless date had been awkward and always managed to step on her foot, though all they did was side step at an arm's distance.
The two paused when the song reached its end.
"Let me get this in the oven," Regina's voice was soft, still on cloud nine.
Emma stepped away to a safe distance, looking at the radio like it was Jesus himself.
As Regina was closing the oven door, a new song was beginning.
"I still hear your voice, when you sleep next to me.
I still feel your touch in my dream.
Forgive me my weakness, but I don't know why
Without you it's hard to survive."
Regina hadn't heard this one before, but it was off to a good start. She stepped over to Emma, arms looping around her neck again just like she had at the conclusion of the tour.
Emma's hands went to her waist once more, pressing them closer.
"'Cause everytime we touch, I feel the static. Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky.
And everytime we kiss, I reach for the sky.
Can't you hear my heart beat so...
I can't let you go.
Want you in my life.
They wipe away tears that I cry.
The good and the bad times, we've been through them all.
You make me rise when I fall."
Both grinned at the words. It was a beat more fitting for a rave, but the lyrics were perfectly matching their slow dance-esque movement. The pair closed the distance as the last line of the song played. Emma ran her hands up along Regina's back until she could cup her cheeks, at which Regina allowed the kiss to deepen.
Emma felt elevated, and Regina's heart was soaring. Who was Daniel again? Neal? There was only Emma, Emma, Emma, Regina, Regina, Regina.
Both were slightly breathless when the kiss broke, but they didn't care.
"Wow." But it wasn't the kiss she was commenting on. It was the look of total adoration Regina's features had gained. It made her look younger, and that haunted look her eyes always seemed to have wasn't quite so prominent. It made a goofy smile break out on Emma's face, knowing she did that.
"Wow, indeed," Regina's tone was huskier after the kiss, especially at the low register she was speaking in. Her hands curled around Emma's wrists as she leaned slightly more into her hand.
"It should be illegal for this day to end."
Regina chuckled. "Well dear, as soon as I track The Doctor down, we'll steal that Tardis of his and then it will always be what time we want it to be."
"I don't know, that thing never quite seems to land where he wants it to."
"I wouldn't fail with the safety of the lovely companion I have to consider." She turned her head to kiss Emma's palm.
"You are such a dork." Emma wrapped her arms around her, drawing her close and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Good thing dorks seem to be my type. Actually, scratch that. Just one big dork is my type." She patted Regina's side. "You have no say. I'm keeping you."
"It's a good thing I want to be kept." She nuzzled against Emma's neck. Such a good mood she was in, the nerve those last two statements might have stuck was nowhere near the potential barb. Perhaps it was because she'd been Emma's to keep for quite a few years.
"Have I said how very glad I am not to be in the hospital yet?"
"Mm, once or twice."
"Well, thank you for the early bail anyway. It's one of the greatest gifts I've ever received."
"We're on equal footing, then."
"And what's been my greatest gift to you?"
"Henry; you. I was on the verge of being very stupid when I decided a child would be the thing to put me back on track. I wouldn't have made it to 24 otherwise."
Emma tightened her arms around the brunette. "Hush, don't say that." That was not something she could bare to think about.
Regina pressed a gentle kiss to her neck. "If you want to hear about my past, you're going to hear a lot of upsetting things."
"Nothing tops that one." Emma kissed the crown of her head. "Promise me you won't do anything that stupid until you're like 100. Because even then it's too soon."
"Okay. I'll stick around long enough to meet great-great-grandchildren."
"You better." Emma kept her tight hold, determined to protect the petite brunette through the rest of her many, many days.
