Okay, I didn't actually notice this until now, but I have written twenty different stories! (Celebration!) Thank you all so much, so many of you have been great to me and told me what you liked and what you didn't. I am so bored and I need story ideas, so please send some prompts or story ideas you want to see. I'm so excited to hopefully write more fan fictions in the future and keep going with this passion for writing! Please send feedback and I hope you enjoy! Stay safe, I love you all!

Regina was fragile. She poured everything she had into Mary Margaret, and she slowly started to believe she might be deserving of the other woman's love. All the while, Mary Margaret never made her doubt it for a second. She was there whenever Regina needed her.

Mary Margaret never expected the mayor to be so different from what she made herself out to be. She was still snappy and harsh to the other residents of Storybrooke, but she was learning how to love. All the time, Mary Margaret expected to wake up from this strange dream and go right back to Regina pestering and nearly harassing her. Regina assured her that she wasn't dreaming, just as Mary Margaret assured Regina that she loved her.

Mary Margaret sat on the couch, torn between watching Regina chew on the cap of her pen in thought, and focusing on the assignments in front of her. It seemed Regina was torn too. She noticed Mary Margaret's gaze lingering, and bit harder, smiling behind the pen and scrunching her nose seductively. Mary Margaret quickly shot her gaze downward and blushed heavily.

"Like what you see, princess?" Mary Margaret giggled.

"Possibly," Mary drawled. Two can play at that game, she thought.

"Would you like a glass of wine?" Damn it.

"That'd be great, thanks." Mary nearly fell apart in a burst of giggling when Regina stood up, pulled her red dress down, and purposefully swayed her hips on her way to the kitchen. She bit her lip to keep from exclaiming some frustrated profanities. Regina laughed roughly. Mary Margaret could tell she was flirting by the significant drop in her voice and the melodic sound of her laugh, but that wasn't very different from her usual laugh.

Regina came back with the same sway of her hips with their wine. Instead of going back to her previous seat where mayoral documents sat, waiting for her, she inched closer to Mary Margaret, scanning the schoolteacher with dark, lustful eyes.

"No, I have to finish this. I collected these last week, I can't put it off anymore." Regina sighed inaudibly to herself and sat back down on the couch across from her again.

"Later?" she asked hopefully, any traces of seduction gone from her voice. Mary chuckled.

"Oh, definitely. I won't have it any other way."

"Good." Mary Margaret laughed before reluctantly straying her eyes from Regina's long, golden legs nearly at the centre of her line of sight. Regina crossed her legs and Mary Margaret let out a breathy laugh, before rolling her eyes and marking the rest of the stack of papers.


Mary Margaret basically lived here, and even had a few clothes and a toothbrush somewhere in the bedroom. She's tried convincing Regina that she wanted to leave so she can at least give Regina a bit of personal space if she wanted, but any time Mary would ask, Regina would just grab Mary's wrist and pull her into her arms, pressing kisses on her neck and telling her she didn't want her to leave. And Regina was mighty persuasive.

"Hey, I'm gonna go out with Ruby and Belle, if that's okay. I'll be home by twelve, maybe?" The mysterious appearance of Belle was unexpected and odd, but Belle said that Regina had helped her, whatever that means. Mary Margaret had been getting along with her well and the two made fast friends

"Home?" Mary Margaret stopped and slowly turned to face Regina. She was standing a few feet away, nursing a glass of apple cider in her delicate hands.

"Yeah. Home, I guess."

"This is home? To you?" Regina sounded awestruck, and the sound almost hurt Mary Margaret. She stepped closer to Regina and wrapped her arms around her waist. Regina was slightly shorter than Mary Margaret, which made the latter happy and it made her swoon over how adorable Regina was, just a little bit. She never told Regina she thought she was adorable, just in case she denied it and kicked her out.

"Of course. You are home, however cheesy that may sound." She felt Regina laugh against her, and a desire to stay home and hold her close built in her chest, but Regina deserved a bit of personal space after being forced to cuddle against the other woman, at least that's what Mary Margaret thought.

"Okay, go. I'm sure your friends are waiting patiently for you." Mary Margaret unwound herself from Regina and pecked her on the lips.

"Don't have fun without me," Mary said, winking.

"Did you just…"

"Yes. I did." Mary Margaret grinned and left. Ruby was outside in her Camaro, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. Belle was beside her, biting her lip and fidgeting. Belle's still new to a lot of this, and she made the wrong mistake of admitting to never being inside a bar before, which made Ruby gasp and insist that Belle go along with them.

"Hi, lovebird," Ruby teased. Belle snickered lightly.

"Shut up," I murmured. "I was just visiting."

"We all know you aren't. You aren't very public about it, but that doesn't mean nobody can read between the lines."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, just drive already." Ruby giggled once more before pulling away from the curb.

Red pulled up to the Rabbit Hole, and Mary Margaret braced herself for the worst. Red opened her door and ran around to pull open Belle's. Interesting.

Once Mary got out of the car, she met eyes with a Ruby and raised an eyebrow questioningly. Ruby shrugged and led her in. Very interesting.

The bar was nearly packed, but the three managed to find a booth. They ordered their drinks and Ruby leaned across the table until she was face to face with Mary Margaret.

"So, what's going on with Mayor Mills tonight?"

"I don't want to talk about her right now. There isn't even anything to talk about. We're just dating."

"Just dating?" Mary Margaret rolled her eyes blatantly.

"Yes, now please just drop it." Ruby sighed almost longingly and changed the subject.

"So where are you staying right now, Belle?" Ruby asked.

"Mr. Gold offered me his guest room, but I think I'm just gonna stay in the inn until I can afford a place of my own." Ruby's eyes lit up, but she was quick to hide her excitement. It was endearing how obvious she's being with her interest in Belle, Mary Margaret thought. She might just have to talk Ruby into asking her out. A waiter came around and handed them their drinks.

"Apple cider?" Ruby raised her eyebrows. Mary Margaret only smirked and took a sip.

"Yeah, Regina got me into it."

"You've hated apples for as long as I've known you."

"Yes, well I guess I didn't get their appeal until now." Ruby looked at Belle with her eyebrows raised, and then back to Mary.

"Seriously? You fought me for half an hour when I tried to convince you to try my apple pie. What changed?"

"Lots changed," Mary Margaret said into her drink. Belle laughed and took a hesitant sip of her sangria. Her face twisted like she bit into a lemon.

"That's…weird. And sweet. I think I like it."

"That's the weakest drink here," Ruby said. Belle furrowed her brows and took another heartier sip. "Ooh, I love this song!" Mary Margaret and Belle strained to here the music, but Ruby could hear it clearly. Ruby ran up to the counter and asked something from the bartender. He turned around and the music got louder.

"C'mon, you gotta dance with me!" Mary Margaret shook her head, but no wasn't an available option. She pulled both girls up and over to the jukebox. Mary Margaret rolled her eyes and didn't even try to dance. Belle looked a bit confused, but quickly fell into step with Ruby. Mary Margaret grinned and hopped back to the booth, watching the two giggle and dance. Ruby left Belle for a moment.

"Mary Margaret, c'mon, you have to dance. Please?" Mary Margaret sighed and watched her skeptically.

"Fine. One song." Ruby laughed and went back onto the middle, where people were already dancing and swaying to the music with drinks in their hands, with Mary reluctantly following and grumbling about wishing she never made that promise. Ruby giggled and coerced her into moving.

Soon her hips were swaying and she was singing the music quietly to herself, while both Ruby and Belle grew more entranced with each other. She chuckled to herself and slipped a twenty dollar bill into Red's back pocket to pay for drinks.

She shrugged her jacket back on and left. The cold air hit her face and sobered her up a decent amount. She only had two drinks, but the humid air in the bar made her a little dizzy. She walked back to Mifflin Street and looked for the spare key beside the porch.

She found the key hidden under a large rock and unlocked the door. When she entered, a musky chocolate scent blessed her nose with a smell that made her stomach grumble.

"Regina?"

"In here, dear." Mary Margaret entered the kitchen and found Regina dancing along to the radio while stirring a pot of melted chocolate.

"Hi," Mary Margaret said coyly. Regina turned around and frowned.

"I wanted it to be ready when you got home," she mumbled. I smiled.

"What are you making?"

"Chocolate cake."

"Well, I wouldn't mind helping you."

"No. Go sit down or something." I laughed and kissed her below her ear before heading upstairs for a shower. I didn't think Regina would bake a cake. Even for me, Mary Margaret thought.

She pulled the dress she was wearing back on and dried her hair. She went into the kitchen, where Regina was putting pieces of strawberries on top, before pouring chocolate all over it and slicing the cake.

"I wanted to join you," Regina complained.

"There's always tomorrow," Mary Margaret offered sultrily. She swept Regina's hair away from her neck and kissed her throat gently.

"Yes, I guess so." Regina turned around with a slice of cake on a plate.

"What's this for?"

"I was really bored." Mary Margaret laughed before pulling Regina with her to the table.

"I was too. Ruby and Belle were making google-y eyes at each other." Regina snickered. "But now that I'm back, and there are so many ways to keep busy…"

"Eat your cake," Regina pressed. Mary Margaret raised a brow and brought the fork to her lips. She hummed in satisfaction and kept eating. Regina grinned triumphantly and ate her own piece. She smiled shyly at Mary Margaret while the latter licked the tip of her finger clean. Mary Margaret made eye contact with her the next time she licked her finger, then her lips, and Regina used every single bit of self-control she had to wait until she was finished.

I'm aware there isn't much plot to the story anymore, but I promise, it's coming. ;)