I'm back everyone! So sorry for seemingly dropping off. This world has gotten a bit crazy, hasn't it? I've been adjusting to a different way of life with this virus. It's no excuse to not have uploaded my chapters, especially considering they were already written.

We probably need an escape from reality now more than ever anyways.

Anywho… Hope you guys remember the story line! This is a little extra scene for you

Since I've been slacking, I'll post the next chapter in the next few days as well!

Chapter 9

Emma was grinning widely later that afternoon as she walked to the grocery store. David and Henry were home and Snow was cooking dinner. Of course, she got sent out to get some milk because they were out. Not that she minded. There was another note waiting for her at the apartment and it brought her mood up even more. Henry though, was looking at it suspiciously. Emma brushed that off as a kid who didn't know what the point of letters were.

She's surprised how good of a mood she was in just because she was getting those letters again that she even had nonchalantly agreed to meet up with Hook tomorrow evening. Just for a drink. Emma had also made it explicitly clear that they were going as friends. And friends they were to stay.

She had the folder tucked under her arm now. It didn't even bother her that she normally wasn't this sentimental. Especially over someone she hadn't met yet. With a shrug, she figured that she was changing like all other aspects of her life. Emma had stayed in Storybooke a lot longer then she had thought. It looks like she'd finally found a place that accepted her. Even if a piece of it felt like it was ending since Mary Margaret was having another baby.

Before Emma got to too much musing, she was at the store, debating whole milk or 2%. She couldn't remember which one Snow had wanted. While she was standing there, she felt her phone vibrate twice in her leather jacket pocket.

Reaching in, she pulled it out to see a message from Regina.

OK.

Emma furrowed her brows and read it again. Just 'OK'. What does that even mean? That Henry would be ok to going over tomorrow morning? Or was it an 'OK' of Regina accepting the jab Emma had made about her not being perfect? She narrowed her eyes at those two measly letters and sighed. She understood what Henry meant finally. Regina didn't know how to text well.

Deciding to be a smartass, Emma typed a quick response asking if Regina was agreeing to her assessment of her. Not a minute later, her phone lit up again with yet another two letter word.

No

No punctuation this time. Was Regina mad? Emma groaned, frustrated and decided to just give that lady a call. Two rings later, it was picked up with a curt, "Miss Swan."

"Do you need a lesson in texting, Your Majesty?" Emma asked with a smirk.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I text perfectly adequately." Came Regina's clipped response.

"Uh huh," Emma responded, unbelieving, as she picked up a gallon of 2% milk. Mary Margaret will just have to deal with this one since she can't remember. Perhaps she will have her write it down next time… yea right.

Regina scoffs into the phone, "Look, Miss Swan, I find texting to be a terrible way of communication. I'd much prefer a phone call." Her voice sounded mildly irritated but Regina was having trouble keeping that tone going. She was enjoying herself.

"So…" Emma began as she stood in the checkout line, "You're saying that if I ever wanted to chat or tell you something about my day, you'd prefer a phone call?"

There was a pause while Regina grappled with what to say. Emma calling to talk about her day? That sounded… desirable. Very desirable. She chided herself mentally for going there. Why would Emma want to do that anyways? And this is what she voiced.

"And why, might I ask, would you be calling me to talk about your day, Miss Swan? Wouldn't you be calling that pirate or Neal for that?" She sniffed almost indignantly.

"Why would I call Neal or Killian? It's not like I'm dating them." Came Emma's confused response. "Anyways, I was just saying if I did. I would have to call at weird hours and a text would be easier." Emma nodded to the phone in finality as if Regina could see it.

There was a noncommittal hum from Regina but she refrained from speaking as she heard a faint voice on the line. And was that a beep? Where was Emma anyways? When it seemed to quiet down, Regina asked curiously, "Where are you, Miss Swan?"

"Oh, I was just at the store getting milk for Mary Margaret." Emma replied nonchalantly. "Couldn't remember what kind though…" she muttered, more to herself then Regina.

She heard it anyways. "I'm not surprised you forgot in such a short time," Regina quipped dryly with a hint of a smirk. "I do wonder if anything goes on in that head of yours."

"Right, whatever," Emma said, brushing off her insult. It happened so often, she felt like she was immune to it now sometimes. "Anyways," she continued. "I was calling to confirm Henry's…" there was a pause before an almost excited coughed out laugh from Emma. "Wait a second!" She said loudly into the phone causing Regina to wince a little and reflexively pull the phone slightly away from her ear.

"What, Miss Swan?" Regina prompted exasperatedly. "Or did you just feel like making me deaf?"

There was a chuckling from the other end of the line. "Okay, okay," Emma said, seeming to calm down. She just couldn't help where her crass mind had led her. "Does this mean you don't sext?"

Pause. "Sext?" Regina asked, confused.

"You don't know what that is? What century are you from?" Emma asked jokingly before she remembered that Regina came from the Enchanted Forest. Of course they didn't have phones there. "Nevermind." She continued.

"What is it?" Regina demanded, curious.

"You sure you want to know?"

There was a loud sigh, "Just tell me."

Emma's lips curved up into a smile. "Okay," she agreed. "It's where you text someone you're seeing… things."

"…Things?" Regina rolled her eyes at Emma's cryptic-ness.

"Yea, things," Emma confirmed, then lowered her voice and said in a husky voice, "Dirty things. Things that make you want so much and to give just as much in return."

Understanding dawned on Regina and she flushed scarlet. Who would do such a thing? She was silent on the line with shock. Texting dirty things. That sounded like something Emma would do. Regina grimaced at that thought, not wanting to think about who she would've done that with.

Apparently not wanting to wait too long for her response, Emma continued with a hint of a smirk in her tone. "But you don't do that, I get it. You have phone sex instead."

There was a choked sound from Regina's end that made Emma grin widely. Score. She'd gotten the uptight Mayor appalled into speechlessness. This was turning out to be a fun conversation. Finally, Regina gathered herself together to speak. "I do not resort to that type of thing, Miss Swan." Regina smirked, wanting to get Emma back for her comments. Face-to-face she would never be able to get these words out, but over the phone… well that was another story. "Why have phone sex when you can have the real thing?" She dropped her voice low and husky. "Just imagine, having someone under me naked and shivering with need." Emma felt an odd shiver run through her that wasn't disgust at what she had said. No, it was definitely something else. Something that Emma didn't want to think too much into.

Regina's voice turned light and with an air of nonchalance, she continued into the silent phone, "Now that," she said, "Would be exceedingly more satisfying, don't you think?"

Emma silently chided her body for responding that way. She should not be thinking these things with Henry's mom. They weren't even friends, much less anything else. Plus, Regina wasn't gay as far as she knew. Not that she cared…

The line was silent for a while before Emma realized the ball was in her court. She was the one that needed to answer Regina's questions.

"Uh, yea," Emma said, "Better." An unbidden blush crept up her cheeks. It was time to one up her. "That voice though," Emma continued nonchalantly, "I bet you'd be good at phone sex. You got that perfect husky voice going for you."

There was a little bit of sputtering on the other end of the line and Emma's face broke out into a grin. Score.

Regina cleared her throat and pulled herself together. That was a compliment from Emma she'd never forget but she'd never let her know that. "Enough," she snipped. "You wanted to talk about Henry?"

"Yup," Emma said, popping the "p" sound as she talked. "He wants to go over to finish his science project tomorrow. Is that alright with you?"

"It's not a problem."

"Okay, we'll just head over whenever we get up. Knowing you, you're probably awake by 6am doing productive things," Emma says with an eye roll.

Regina scoffs, "I don't like to dally, Miss Swan."

"Yea yea yea, we can't all be motivated individuals," Emma replied. "You have to live a little!"

"You," Regina emphasized, "can live your life however you please. Just don't expect me to do the same."

"Sure," Emma replied, "Anyways, I'm back at Mary Margaret's. I'll see you in the morning with Henry in tow."

Regina hummed into the phone and then before her brain could catch up with her, she responded, "Look forward to seeing you."

There was a pause.

"Uh… me?" Emma asked, brows furrowed.

Regina stilled in shock. What was her brain doing? She had to fix this now! Things were going so well too. "You guys," Regina hurriedly said. "I said you guys." She snapped before all Emma heard was the dial tone.