The brunette wakes easily as the pink glow of dawn filters in through the curtains she neglected to close the night before. Keeping her eyes peacefully shut, she becomes slowly aware of the fact that she's naked beneath the luxuriously soft silk of her bedspread. This realization brings with it memories of the previous evening and her lips spread themselves into a satisfied smirk as she sends out nimble fingers on a quest for warm flesh beneath the throw.
Coming up cold and empty, a frown alights her brow and she opens her eyes irritably. At first, taking in the vacant expanse of cream sheets beside her, she forms the conclusion that the blonde has left her at some point in the night. The thought exasperates her, but does not come wholly as a surprise. When her eyes travel up from the deserted sheets however, she notices a sizable lump at the far end of her expansive bed, a tuft of golden curls just visible beneath a fortress of bedding.
Well, imagine that.
Her smirk widening, she gently plucks at the thick covers; bringing them down curiously to expose the Sheriff as she sleeps. Emma lies curled up in an impossibly tight ball with her back to the Mayor; pale flesh bare and somehow vulnerable. Regina sighs, dark eyes flickering over the blonde's shoulders in a hot trail down to the soft curve of her hip, counting the small bumps of her vertebrae which are visibly pronounced in her curled up position. She is mildly surprised at the Sheriff's style of slumber, having pegged Emma more as one to spread themselves out during sleep, long limbs extended clumsily. She frowns as she contemplates the fact that she has given the blonde's sleeping position any thought at all.
Her attention flickers back to the large expanse of no-man's-land between them. She wonders how long it took the Sheriff to finally relax enough to be taken by sleep, vaguely recalling stirring from her own slumber at some point in the early hours and peeking through hooded lids to spy the blonde still lying rigidly in much the same position as when she had turned the lights off.
The younger woman lets out a quiet murmur as she sleeps, causing the Mayor to glance back up and sigh. Her own dreams had been less than pleasant, and she imagines this is one of the reasons she is up so early. With the blonde resting uneasily beside her, the images that had flickered beneath her lids had been hatefully distressing.
Pie after pie after apple pie.
Lips pressed hard and bleeding against the Sheriff's, water rising dangerously all around, the sound of the faucet droning on and on.
No movement from the blonde. No breath. No pulse.
Rolling over on her desk which was also her bed which was also the cot in the jail cell. Mattress damp and littered with shards from a broken glass. Both naked. One alive. One dead.
Screaming into confused green eyes over and over.
Bitch. Bitch. Bitch.
Shuddering, she wriggles surreptitiously a little closer to the younger woman, debating momentarily whether it would be rude to wake her, before deciding she doesn't much care. Running a finger slowly down the blonde's spine, she smirks as the latter lets out her own small shiver before mumbling through the disorientation of her curious position between sleep and waking.
"Mary Ma-? What... Why? Go away, I'll make my own coffee later."
Regina huffs with an irritation she doesn't truly feel; leaning forwards to press her finger none too gently to the angry bite mark at the Sheriff's throat, causing Emma to squirm and kick free of her tidy little ball with groggy anger, pulling the covers swiftly over her head, muffling her indignant cry.
"What the hell?!"
"What did you just call me?"
At the sound of the Mayor's voice, the blonde goes deathly still, frowning slightly, before gradually pulling down the covers to rest at her shoulders and blinking away the last of her slumber. She rolls over slowly, glancing over at the brunette.
"Regina."
"Hmm... Better..."
"...Madame Mayor."
The Sheriff lets the words drip off her tongue like syrup as she closes her eyes again sleepily, causing the brunette to repress yet another shudder; this reaction caused by an entirely different reason to the last. Waiting for the blonde to stir from her dreamy state, Regina pushes herself up a little so that she rests with her shoulders propped up by her pillow. The movement has the younger woman fluttering her lashes once more as the reality of the situation gradually dawns on her. Peering up at the Mayor, she blushes slightly, although her lips form a shy smile which the older woman returns with her own knowing smirk.
"Good morning, Miss Swan."
"Morning..."
Emma yawns, pulling the covers up to cover her mouth, as she muses that it sure as hell doesn't feel like morning. At least, not a time of the morning at which she is usually conscious. Rolling over onto her back she shivers a little as she realizes her bare state when the silk of the bedsheets rustles softly over her exposed flesh. Glancing up at the brunette, she takes in slim, bare shoulders and the swell of her breasts before the creamy silk covers her demurely. Smiling a little, she pulls a hand through her unruly tresses, trying to shoo them away from her face.
"What time is it?"
"About quarter to six."
"Oh god..."
"Madame Mayor will do just fine, dear."
The darker woman quips; mimicking the Sheriff's sarcastic remarks the previous evening. The blonde chuckles, rolling her eyes in the soft pink light that filters through the curtains. The quiet patter of rain is only just audible, and the two women listen to its soothing fall for a short moment. Rolling over onto her side to reach beneath the bed, the Mayor returns with a small bottle of water. Cracking open its virginal seal, she takes a long drink before holding it out to Emma who shakes her head, simply studying the brunette as the covers fall gently down to her hips to reveal her bare torso as she places the bottle on her bedside table.
Regina sighs contently, fully aware of the way bright green eyes flicker hungrily over her exposed flesh and not caring in the slightest. In fact, she arches her back just a little; subtly finding a more sensual position.
"It's only the crack of dawn and already your perverted side is showing, Miss Swan."
Emma rolls her eyes with a grin, before pushing herself up onto her elbow and regarding the brunette with bemusement.
"Seriously, I'm lying here fucking naked in your bed and you're still going to call me by my last name?"
The Mayor licks her lips, enjoying for a moment the words the blonde growls; the simple fact that yes, the Sheriff is lying naked in her bed.
'Fucking naked'.
Fucked naked.
Groaning inwardly as she suspects some of Emma's crass sense of humor may well be rubbing off on her, Regina smiles wickedly down at the Sheriff.
"It really bothers you, doesn't it?"
"Yes, and I'm guessing that's why you do it?"
"Oh, it's one of the positive side-effects most certainly, dear, but I don't see why it should irk you quite so much."
"Because my name's Emma?... 'Miss Swan' is what they called me back in the system."
"Jail?"
"Foster."
"Your foster parents called you Miss Swan?"
"No, of course not, but I didn't live with them for all that long! No, in the foster home."
"...Really?"
"It was sort of like a convent kind of thing; weirdly religious with a bunch of 'fathers' and 'sisters' but not exactly the variety I was after."
"Oh."
The brunette sighs uneasily, trying to figure out if she's pushed the younger woman into sharing, or if she'd done so of her own accord. She tentatively leans towards the latter, however surprised she is by the thought of Emma telling her about such things. Her discomfort abates instantly when the Sheriff smiles easily up at her, before moving with surprising speed and flipping herself up and over to straddle her lap.
"Well good morning to you too, Miss Swan."
Regina grins cattily, delighting in the way the blonde hisses irritably and crosses her arms over her bare chest.
"Shut up, Mayor Mills."
The brunette grins, leaning forwards to murmur into the Sheriff's ear.
"I know you're trying to get back at me, but, unfortunately for you, dear, it's just hot when you say that..."
The Sheriff growls in frustration, before slipping easily off the Mayor's lap and out of the bed.
"Emma..."
Regina sighs, without too much irritation as she watches the blonde stalk about her room deliciously nude; collecting items of clothing. Leaning back to better appreciate the view, she smirks as the younger woman jumps up and down a few times childishly so as to wrestle her way into the tight black denim of her jeans. Emma scowls at her- but a telling curve pulls at her lips- pulling on the scarlet haze of her shirt and gathering her hair into a messy ponytail.
"I should go..."
The Mayor frowns irritably, pursing her lips in displeasure at the Sheriff's quick return to her frustrating flakey self, but the blonde reassures her swiftly.
"I parked my car just inside the gate incase anyone driving past saw it... If Henry wakes up, he will see it though."
So stay for breakfast and we say it's strictly business...
Chasing away such fanciful thoughts with a confused flip of her stomach, the brunette goes for something a little more... Well... A little less romanticized.
"Very well. Henry's alarm is set for seven so he can get ready for school... At least have a shower before you go?"
Emma raises an eyebrow, watching curiously as the Mayor pushes herself gracefully from the bed and makes her way over to her en-suite without a second glance. Shaking her head, she runs a quick finger thoughtfully over her lip, before shrugging as she follows the darker woman into the brightly tiled bathroom.