Pairing: Emma/Regina
Summary: Situated right after Emma shows the engagement ring with Hook, Regina discovers that she has nothing to lose and decides to tell Emma how she feels.
Disclaimer: All Characters are NOT mine. Just want to play with then ^^
Warning1: If you don't like romance between two women, feel free to live this page.
Warning3: English is not my first language (I'm Brazilian, and we talk Português-BR. So I'm sorry about the mistakes and misspoken that I'm sure you will find here. Does anyone want to be my beta? It will make me super happy. Super! =]
A/N: Hey, are you still here? So Hold on and Enjoy it!
Something I didn't have to teach or demonstrate, she already knew for herself. Or already yearned.
Regina was excited about the city fair this year, it was one of the first times that she could take her best productions and be sure that the residents of Storybroke would really taste her delicacies, without fear of being poisoned or bewitched.
It was three o'clock in the afternoon and the cold wind was starting to spread across the square, Regina was thinking of taking a break to keep herself awake until the end of the day. She placed the "back soon" sign on the wooden counter and headed for Granny's Dinner.
Arriving there, not so surprised, she found Emma reclining at the counter, talking to a very excited Ruby. As soon as Ruby saw her and pointed at Regina, Emma turned around.
Regina's heart skipped a couple of beats when she caught those beautiful and gentle eyes so happy to see her.
She doesn't really remember when she was last able to talk to Emma. Aside from the times when they needed to meet to leave Henry, there were no good times to be able to talk. It made sense, after all, she was surrounded by her family, preparing for the wedding with Hook, and there was not much time left on the agenda.
Regina POV
After a reluctant welcome hug, the question comes almost like a punch to my stomach
-Regina! You're gone! You don't like that version of me anymore, do ya?
I look at the woman in front of me and try to decipher if this is a joke, or if she is serious. A few seconds pass while I just look at her eyes for the truth.
In the face of my silence, she laughs and puts her hand on my arm, in an obvious attempt to lighten the mood.
At that moment I realized that the question was for real.
I didn't think that getting away from her could provoke this reaction. Not with that intensity, to the point that she, in fact, openly questions me about it.
I couldn't answer there, in the middle of all those people, it wasn't the right place
So I took a deep breath and asked, with all the calm in the world
-Can you come with me?
I held out my hand, even though I knew she would never take it. As expected, she straightened up and signed for me to show the way.
I turned around to open the dinner's door and went out to the side of it, where I knew I would not have any windows and no curious watching us.
When I thought I was far enough away from everyone, and no one was paying attention to us, I pulled her into a space completely out of sight.
My hand was shaking slightly when I reached up to put a lock of loose blond hair behind her ear. I knew she wanted to tell me a "what is it?"
-You know I would never get tired of you, Emma.
I started taking a deep breath, and knowing that she was going to protest.
-Did you bring me here for this?
She replied with a half smile, and I knew it was just a way to tease me.
Slowly, I took a step closer to her, finally, after so long, touching our bodies together again. That was enough to get her to stop and really pay attention to what I had to say.
My hand, which was halfway to loosen the blond strands, stopped at that curve between neck and chin, holding it in place and making her look at me.
I waited for those beautiful eyes, which were shining with the faint winter sun, to find mine. I had already thought too much about telling her, explaining how I felt. And right after seeing that ring on her finger, I couldn't wait for the right moment. I had to tell, and the time was now.
-I'm completely in love with you
I confessed softly, as I watched her pupils dilate slightly in a surprise that was not so obvious.
I knew I was taking a very risky step right now. I would probably lose her once and for all shortly thereafter. But I didn't have anything to lose anymore, I can't lose what was never mine.
-And I cannot make the mistakes or extravagances that have happened recently. I can't embarrass you or upset you.
I went on, making it very clear that I knew I was going over limits with my languid looks, jealous faces and too meandering hands after a few glasses of wine with our friends together. We both knew that. The momentary departure was to contain these irresistible urges too.
She looked at me, with a mixture of agreement and pain. I preferred not to think that she might want me to act that way.
-You know very well that I am not able to forget you. Even if I want to, I can't do it anymore.
I said, still hoping that at that moment she would let go of my grip. She stayed there, those big green eyes glued to mine, and for a second, I could imagine that she was really feeling what I wanted to say to her.
I took a deep breath once more, was ready to say the words out loud and turn away and never be able to be alone with her again.
I looked again, at that face so close to mine, at each of those little marks next to her mouth. When I almost accidentally reached up to trace them with my thumb, I lost myself in the color and delicacy of those cold pink lips, and finally I looked into the clear eyes again.
-I love you.
When the words came out of my mouth, we both held our breath at the same time.
I was ready to turn and walk away, my heart broken and barely beating after finally saying what had been afflicting it for months on end. With eyes certainly resigned after the statement, I started to take the first step away from her, dropping my hand from that perfect face, keeping the last memory of her warmth under my palm.
In a moment, catching me completely off guard, her hand held mine in place, still holding her face. And the other one grabbing my coat, keeping me in place and making me unable to get away.
I suddenly realized that I hadn't noticed that she was holding me back.
I looked into the green eyes again and unlike the disappointment I had expected there, there was a faint sparkle. Almost without permission.
Without saying a single word, she leaned towards me, and that is all that happens, that is what she knows what to do with me, that is the reason for this passion.
The meeting of a kiss, soft lips together, unrestrained breathing and heart pounding in the ear.
And in a complete state of shock, I watched, or rather, I felt her do something that was even more intimate than any kiss we've ever had up to that moment.
And she does that, pasting her face on mine, the profile of her face on mine.
The moment of a breath or two more ...
That moment more intimate than any other, that little moment when the connection is so pure and synchronized between us. When it's possible to feel the white and purple magic dancing an intricate waltz, weaving without fear or shame.
A thousand words and no words are there.
They are fast seconds, but it takes forever to feel and dilute them completely.
The softness of the pretty face against mine, every tiny curve in a perfect fit with mine, without essay and without hurry.
No hurry ate all…
When the missing piece falls in the perfect place and the time stops for two moments... (Maybe a few moments longer than I want to admit).
I feel it, which only she knows how to do. Something I didn't have to teach or demonstrate, she already knew for herself. Or already yearned.
The fit happened, as simple as the interlacing of the fingers. As easy and tasty as the smile that I let out every time I see her.
In an affection with eyes closed, too intense to allow any word to be said. Flooding my senses with her presence, with her perfume, with the warmth of her body against mine, the smoothness of the skin on mine. The gentleness of the touch, the urgency of a show of affection that has been stuck for so long.
I hugged her again, almost afraid to break the spell, almost afraid to wake up from this dream and completely terrified of what would come next.
She pulled away just far enough to look me in the eyes and that spark was certainly there, this time a little stronger and more determined.
-I love you too.
She said before smiling and finally pulling me in for a kiss, surprised and, jumped with smiles and a laugh in between.
Stunned by the reality of the facts, the only thing that could pass through my mind was a neon giant flashing red:
What now?
END
A/N: I think it is obvious to notice how much I am in love with my current muse. And quite terrified by the fact that she may be corresponding.