A/N: Sorry for the wait, have been working on another fic as I realised I'd left it for almost a year -_- oops! So wanted to add a few chapters there and get back into the swing of things. I'll now be working on both :) I hope you guys like this chapter and where this fic is going. Please comment, you'll make my day :)
"That could have gone a lot worse."
Regina muses, referring to their meal as she lets herself into her room and closes the door behind her, smirking as she enjoys the juxtaposition of the blonde sat perched on the edge of her bed clad in darkness, playing a game on her phone.
"Yeah, it was actually kind of nice."
Emma agrees, blackening the screen and placing her cell to the side on the nightstand. The brunette watches her movements thoughtfully, considering them startlingly familiar. Domestic. Offering the younger woman a smile, she pads over on stockinged feet to take a seat on the bed beside her.
"I was actually a little worried to tell you the truth."
She confides, not bothering to hide the amused twitch tugging at her lips as her attention falls from open, bare features to the blonde's cleavage. Following the direction of her gaze, Emma rolls her eyes.
"How come? Worried you wouldn't be able to keep your hands to yourself?"
She teases, and Regina shakes her head, scoffing silkily
"Hardly. I have greater restraint than the likes of you."
"Please, I'm not the one that started all of this."
"... You're not going to let that go, are you?"
"Never."
Emma agrees cattily, but she pushes for more information when Regina simply offers her a long-suffering sigh in response to her smug glee.
"Why were you worried?"
"Well, I suppose your suggestion wasn't too far off, but not in the crass context you meant it."
"Huh?"
"When I was the Queen - just the Queen - I suffered such a poisonous flash of rage at the thought of allowing that bitch inside my house."
"That bitch being my mother?"
"Mm. It caught me off guard at the time as it had been so long since I'd been permitted to feel any full, unbridled emotion in that way, and the hatred I felt, combined with the utter ludicrousness of the idea that that traitor should be permitted to walk my floors... I bottled it up and kept it bitten back as I was wearing your guise at the time and I didn't want to spoil the opportunity for further fun at your expense-"
"-Told you I had something to do with it-"
"-Hush... It was hard. Hard not to let it be known how violently I resented her. I was simply a little concerned that feeling might return with an intensity that would be hard to mask."
"And? Did it?"
"No. I suffered hints of agitation at the madness of it all, most notably when waiting like some sort of servant on that foul wretch and her buffoon-"
"-Lovely."
"It's just so wrong!"
"You suggested it!"
"I know. It's just strange still. It will pass. And, as I said, it went better than I'd expected."
"I had no clue you were worried. You should have said."
"I didn't want to get in your head."
"Aww, that's sweet, Your Majesty."
Emma teases, watching the darker woman's expression with sly anticipation in hopes of catching a glimpse of the Queen forced to endure such friendly goading.
"There was nothing sweet about it, dear. I just didn't relish the idea of you stammering and stuttering your way through our meal and giving the game away. I worked hard on that dessert, and had no wish to ruin it with Charming family drama and accusations in light of what I might be planning to do to the fairest of them all."
"What are you planning to do to her?"
The blonde asks curiously, glancing down at the perverse promise of her outfit and raising a brow.
"Well, let's see, hmm?"
Regina teases, leaning in to brush her lips against the Sheriff's while guiding them down onto the bed. Taking her time as she deepens their kiss, she allows Emma to pull her flush so that she sits astride the younger woman, permitting a rather crass squeeze of her backside as it speaks to her purely of anticipation.
"You fixed the bedsheets."
The blonde murmurs into her ear, and she pulls back to consider her companion after casting a cursory glance to the side."
"Yes."
"Good... That was kind of mildly traumatising, the whole 'up in flames' thing. Dramatic, as would be expected, but still... Kind of freaked me out. I know we didn't see her... You... burn or anything, but... I'm glad you got the marks out anyway."
Emma chuckles a little tersely, and the brunette cocks a brow as she experiences a crude flicker of sordid glee at the younger woman's admission that she'd been troubled, before she pushes it away and offers her own quiet laugh as she scolds disdainfully
"Didn't you notice it's entirely different bedding?!"
"Is it?"
The blonde looks to her side curiously as her hands remain firmly cupped over the Mayor's backside.
"Yes! Different colour, thread count, material, and size!"
"Oh. Weren't the others kind of light grey, too?"
"They were a silk blend in a hue called pigeon, and they far better suited the room than these, which are a linen blend in medium musk."
"So... Grey."
Emma rolls her eyes, laughing wickedly when her undesirable response earns her a warning nip to the underside of her jaw.
"Alright, alright, the others were wildly superior!"
She cries huskily, pulling in breath to tease the Mayor further, before the latter slams her hand down over her mouth none too gently; cutting her off.
"Hey..."
Emma grumbles, not wholly against the Queen's sudden resort to rough dominance, but thrown by the escalation given the innocuously mild subject matter.
"You-"
"-Shut up!"
Regina hisses, keeping her hand held over the younger woman's mouth as she pushes herself up and sits with her head cocked - alert - sure she's just heard the floorboards creak at the other end of the hall.
"Mom?"
Henry calls out uncertainly; footsteps approaching the door.
"What is it?"
She replies, injecting a cheerful note into her tone very far removed from her previous sultry teasing of the Sheriff.
"What are you doing?"
The boy asks, his voice groggy as though still half asleep. Looking down at the blonde pinned beneath her clad in tight leather she has every intention of removing far slower than she had down in the dungeon below her castle, she gives the younger woman a pointed glower, before pushing herself up and padding for the door.
"What do you mean?"
She asks him quietly through painted wood.
"Were you talking to someone?"
"... On the phone. I was talking to Emma, I just needed to remind her of a couple of things. Sorry, did I wake you?"
"No, I just needed the bathroom and thought I heard something."
Henry explains, and Regina opens the door just enough to slip through without allowing the boy a glimpse inside her room, and Emma lies still with her heart hammering in her throat as she listens to the others murmur outside. From the sounds of things, the brunette simply reiterates her previous sentiments that she hopes Henry sleeps well, and a moment later, she returns and reclaims her position sitting astride the Sheriff with a small shake of her head.
"Not the heart attack I needed!"
"No."
Emma agrees, running her finger thoughtfully over the delicate stitching that runs along the hem of the darker woman's dress. The fabric is a deep crimson and it's a garment she recognises fondly; recalling seeing Regina wearing it several times in the past and suffering for the fact. It fits the darker woman criminally well, but her chosen position is not one the dress was designed for, and the fabric runs high up slender thighs to allow for her splayed pose atop the blonde.
"What were you reminding me about? You said it was a couple of things..."
The Sheriff teases, playing into the brunette's ruse while inching the rich material just a little higher.
"Hmm... Firstly, it would seem, that we best keep things quiet... Secondly, how lucky you are..."
"Wow."
The blonde responds with sarcasm, and Regina hooks a finger down the front of the younger woman's corset while moving her hips to tease her dress beyond the point of decency.
"You disagree?"
She challenges, relishing the feel of supple leather against the thin swatch of fabric covering her sex.
"Nope."
Emma shakes her head, tracing gentle patterns over smooth skin.
"Good."
Regina replies bossily, before losing some of the edge from her tone and adding on softly
"I'm glad you chose to stay. It was strange the other night, having to call an end to the evening on account of Henry... It shouldn't have been, it's how it's always been before, but I suppose I've been rather spoilt lately with having you more or less entirely to myself... I'm sure I enjoyed that fact more than you did some of the time."
"By your design."
Emma chuckles, tentatively trialling out the brunette's admission in her head and finding that she doesn't mind the possessive implication anywhere near as much as she's despised it with previous partners.
"Mm. You do look especially appealing when I'm winning... So bitterly cold, yet wild... I'm happy I can call you a friend these days, but it was enjoyable to see that side of you again. I'd missed her."
"Part of you had."
The blonde reasons, and when Regina offers her an expression that suggests she's not sure whether this is the truth, she laughs quietly and teases
"And here I always thought you just plain hated me in the beginning. Now you're telling me you were just really turned on..."
"Hardly."
"No?"
"... Not that I would have admitted."
The brunette smirks.
"Yeah, well, I guess me neither until you used that silver stuff."
Emma sighs, and Regina nips her lip in a complex combination of regret and relish, before lowering herself down to whisper in the blonde's ear
"Now that did turn me on... Of course, I was cruelly extravagant about the fact. I wanted you to suffer for your crude game with the diary and your ridiculous assumption you could come marching into my chambers in a bid for pleasure on your terms. I put on a show, and that in itself was undeniably arousing, but seeing you sat there, powerless to deny just how badly you wanted to fuck me..."
The darker woman moves her hips suggestively to convey the rest, letting out a low groan as the Sheriff resumes her previous grip of globed flesh to aid her.
"Knowing that you wanted it so badly you were able to release yourself from your bonds with that one, clear intent. You, the Saviour... I've heard a thousand shades of praise in my time. I cherished the most obsequious fawning over every aspect of my being when I had the throne, but what you offered me back in my chambers was pure honesty. That's how that spell works. And, true, those ropes had been used on others, it was a very coveted trick of mine so you are not alone in securing release in a bid to offer me my own, but the others were there by their own volition; they'd already expressed their desire, that's why I was good to them... You, you didn't want to utter a word of it. Not one word of how carnally you wanted me, yet you couldn't lie. I saw it, I felt it, I lost myself in it..."
"You did."
Emma agrees, smirking into dark tresses as she's tempted to point out that something similar seems to be occurring, and she moves her hands from the brunette's backside to her jaw as she coaxes a heated kiss before rolling out from beneath her.
"What are you doing?"
Regina demands breathlessly, moving to kneel in the centre of the bed with her dress pushed up around her hips and her cheeks flushed with scarlet fire.
"What I want, so very, very badly."
Emma grins, looking around in a bid to find what she wants.
"What are looking for?"
The Mayor frowns impatiently.
"The ropes."
The blonde replies simply, and Regina narrows her eyes as she scolds dangerously
"I've already let you cuff me, dear. Don't get overly bold, now. Think what's at stake."
"Maybe I have my own set of tricks?"
The younger woman counters suggestively, and she watches the war of emotions play out across the Queen's face as she appears torn between intrigue and her status.
"In the drawer."
The brunette states finally, pointing to her bureau and nodding when the Sheriff rests her hand over the middle drawer of three.
"I thought this sort of stuff might vanish."
Emma muses as she pulls out the carefully coiled set of white rope and separates it in order to select the longest section.
"That which is conjured from memory or imagination tends to vanish after a time. The ropes exist, they always have, I merely summoned them back in my castle. I'd planned to take them down to my vault when I cleaned up the place, but I didn't get a chance to, and... Well. Given that you'd made your decision to end things with the pirate in favour of finer things, I wasn't too anxious to get hasty."
"Why? They wouldn't work now."
Emma asks curiously.
"The charm is powerful, Miss Swan."
Regina frowns, not overly impressed at being challenged on her magic, and Emma shakes her head with a grin as she reminds the darker woman silkily
"You said they keep someone bound unless willing to do their captor's bidding... It's not like I'm going to resist all too much when that bidding is no longer a threat but a promise."
"That really depends on what I ask of you..."
The Queen points out, and the blonde swallows as she considers the darkness in the brunette's tone and counters
"Still sounds more like a promise."
"Noted."
Regina smirks with a sly flicker of her tongue, watching hungrily as the blonde returns to the bed with the rope held in her hand.
"You'll have to use magic. The enchantment is there, but it responds to an owner."
She instructs.
"It's fine. As I said, I have my own tricks."
Emma shrugs, perching on the edge of the bed and studying the darker woman appreciatively as she remains knelt on the covers, offering the rope a wary frown.
"I've done a whole lot worse, Madame Mayor."
The younger woman reminds her companion as she contemplates the unease gracing dark features, and Regina looks up at her and tosses her hair impatiently over her shoulder.
"Sort of. To half of me. And she didn't enjoy it much."
"I'm not sure I agree with that last part. You might have been supremely pissed and out of your comfort zone strung up in the stables, but your reaction further down was telling..."
"It's still not something I consented to."
The brunette snaps quietly, and Emma holds up the rope pointedly as she reminds
"Again, I wasn't the one who started things in that vein!... I have every intention of giving you what you want. Know that... I'm just offering you a different flavour than you're used to."
"Mm... In several ways."
The Mayor muses, adopting a small smirk as she relaxes a little and leans forward to claim a kiss. Sliding her hand slowly up the blonde's thigh as she nips gently at teasing velvet, she supposes she can't very well dress the Sheriff up the way that she has and expect her to offer only sweetness.
And I am curious...
Pulling back with a purposeful bite of her lip, she holds her hands expectantly out in front of her to permit the blonde her crude fantasy.
"No, like this."
Emma orders, folding her own arms around her back to demonstrate, before coaxing the brunette to kneel a little higher.
"Alright."
Regina agrees dubiously, doing as she's been told with an anticipatory tic to her jaw as the blonde moves behind her to adjust her position slightly. Shivering as the younger woman loops the rope around her wrists, she raises a brow when the Sheriff creates a second loop that feeds the ends of the rope between her arms, and she glances over her shoulder as best as she can when Emma reaches forward to create a cross centring her ribs.
"What are you doing?"
She asks.
"Using the rope."
The blonde replies simply.
"But why are you tying it like that?"
"This is how you're supposed to tie it."
Emma reasons, and Regina frowns, looking down as the blonde feeds the rope forward again to create a second narrow cross just above her breasts and pulls it tight.
"There's no right way."
The brunette scoffs, and the younger woman laughs as she informs her seriously
"Sure there is. There's classes on it and everything!"
"Classes?..."
The Queen asks curiously, letting out a small noise of surprise when the blonde snakes the rope down and through her legs; the intricate binding pinning her dress up around her hips, exposing her underwear fully.
"Are you sure you were paying attention in these classes?"
She demands dubiously as the younger woman wraps an unlikely loop around each ankle; effectively forcing her to maintain her splayed position at her current height as her bonds keep her from pushing herself up or closing her legs.
"Try moving and you tell me..."
Emma challenges, finishing her work with a final circle of bound wrists and a tucked knot.
"I-"
Regina starts, but she falls silent when she feels a small shift in her power; recognising it instantly from their games in the Enchanted Forest. Swallowing, she understands that, unlike her little stint with the cuffs, Emma has injected a hint of her power into her bindings after all; her magic keeping the brunette from willing her freedom.
"You seem to have been listening just fine."
She concedes with a small hitch in her breath, studying the blonde intently when the latter climbs back around to kneel opposite her.
"I pay attention when I'm actually interested in something."
Emma shrugs, and Regina nods as she warns softly
"You're going to need to tell me a lot more about the sorts of things you've paid attention to... I thought my classes as a girl with Rumple were unorthodox and of an unlikely subject matter, but it seems you've attended some I would never have guessed existed!"
"Attended. Taught... You know, if you hadn't been such a single-minded bitch, you might have unearthed all sorts of things with your little memory exploration."
The Sheriff grins, relishing the look of unmasked intrigue that finds familiar features, and she laughs as she reminds softly
"You were the Evil Queen. I doubt I can top that, but I'm willing to try for an evening."
"You can't top that."
The darker woman agrees, taking in a sharp breath through her nose as the blonde cups her sex and steals a kiss.
"No?"
Emma teases sweetly, tasting the vulnerable column of the brunette's throat as she dips her fingers inside wet lace and curls them slowly upward.
"Never."
Regina hisses, her thighs twitching as the younger woman begins moving her fingers at a delicious angle and goes back to brushing parted lips against crimson; allowing the Queen's breath to dictate when to dip dangerously deep.
"Shit..."
The darker woman chokes into messy curls as the blonde lowers her attention to the bow of her clavicle, wicked fingers moving slickly before slipping up to play feather-light over sodden fabric; tracing the shape of her sex through the thin material.
"It's a pity you didn't listen to me, Saviour... You should have dipped into my spell over these ropes. Think what I'd be willing to do to you now..."
She murmurs into the Sheriff's ear, earning herself a crass squeeze of the younger woman's cupped hand that has her biting back a groan.
"You'd have been willing either way... You were willing to do all manner of things the moment you decided to dress me up to your liking down in the kitchen. I'm not the only one keen to please."
Emma reasons huskily, raising a brow curiously when her words are met with low laughter broken by a pleasured hiss.
"What's funny?"
"Nothing, but there's is a stark difference between the two of us in that sense."
"How so?"
"When you wore these pretty bonds, you were desperate to fuck me. That's how you got free... I'm of the same opinion. I'm also keen to have you fuck me. And if you do so while looking like that, all the better..."
"And if I finish you off and leave?"
"You wouldn't."
"No?"
"... Don't. Please."
Regina concedes, breathing in sharply when Emma goes back to her gentle teasing, drawing out small, slick circles that cause the brunette to shiver.
"Why not?"
"Because I want to..."
"Aw. Your Majesty. That's so sweet."
The blonde smirks, flashing her teeth as she catches a glimpse of unbridled evil and entering the darker woman roughly to earn a hoarse groan.
"Shh. Henry."
She scolds, laughing impishly when the brunette threatens her demise through clenched teeth.
"Be nice."
She admonishes with a grin.
"You prefer it when I'm not.
Regina challenges, swallowing as a heady ball of pleasure begins to grow swiftly low in her stomach, her legs trembling as she's forced to maintain her splayed position and let it build mercilessly.
"Usually."
Emma agrees, speeding up her shallow fucking until she feels the darker woman's sex flutter around her fingers and she swiftly diverts her attention back to playing teasingly over slick folds to earn herself a choked string of expletives as the brunette shudders beneath her touch.
"Oh god..."
The Mayor breathes, helpless to break contact or dole out sinful retribution, and the blonde moves quickly as the darker woman's pleasure threatens to increase in volume; grabbing at a corner of the bedding and pressing the throw none too gently between the brunette's teeth. She imagines this might ordinarily be the sort of move that would earn her harsh punishment, but as she keeps up the cruel flutter of her fingers inside damningly wet lace, Regina bites down hard on the wadded fabric and rides out her teasing until, finally, the younger woman takes pity on her.
"You bitch!"
She pants when Emma pulls gently at the throw to free it from her mouth, struggling for a moment to catch her breath before glancing down at the damp indent of her teeth and adding belatedly
"Thank you. Quick thinking."
"Well, you know..."
The blonde smirks, moving around to work the Queen free from her restraints.
"Ahh..."
Regina hisses, shifting her position once she's able to do so so that she sits with her legs out in front of her; bending and straightening her knees a few times before doing the same with her arms.
"Sorry."
Emma offers, not sounding especially apologetic but instead drinking in the visible marks left by the rope on flushed flesh.
"I should think so."
The brunette mutters, supposing there's no hope in hell of smoothing out the creases left in her dress which remains bunched around her hips in an entirely suggestive manner.
"So? How mad at me are you?"
Emma asks, gesturing at the rope in her hand, and Regina rolls her eyes as she moves back up onto her knees to snatch it from her while claiming a rough, open-mouthed kiss.
"You're full of surprises."
She admits as she pulls back and studies the blonde thoughtfully, lowering her gaze to the midnight promise of the younger woman's outfit, before continuing huskily
"I've always known that. Both parts of me have always known that... But, I'll admit, I never took the thought in the direction it went this evening... Classes!"
She hisses the last word, shaking her head in disbelief, and Emma laughs quietly as she points out
"Just for fun... I told Ruby about that ages ago, and, to my complete horror now that I know better, Mary Margaret. It's just the sort of thing that slips out after a couple of glasses of wine, I guess."
"Is it?!"
Regina demands, recalling several more risque conversations shared with the blonde, but never anything so sordid. So specific. True, there had been the incident in the town meeting - a town meeting held, as is so often the case these days, between just the two of them - when the Sheriff had made her crass comment and had unwittingly introduced her to the knowledge of marital aids, but, while she had longed to bite back and tease, demanding to know more, it had seemed a dangerous topic to discuss with her current company, and she'd let it slide. Other than that, she can't remember Emma ever sharing anything explicit about her sex life, not even when they've discussed her relationship with Hook or her embarrassment of a brief engagement.
Nor has Miss Swan ever asked me about anything of that nature, which, given the general low tone of her humour, now strikes me as a little odd.
Although, it doesn't. Not really.
She knows exactly why Emma has never mentioned any debauched classes or anything directly personal in her approach to carnal activities.
It would have hung there between us - whatever admission she or I made - and it might have proved a test too far. It might have spurned the other into making comments we weren't sure we could handle...
"Well, I couldn't tell you that kind of thing!"
Emma hisses; proving the Mayor's point when she admits uneasily
"If I had, I might have jokingly offered to show you, and... I couldn't do that. I threatened Ruby I was going to show her, and we laughed about it something stupid, but I never got out of my chair, and she just teased me right back. That was fine, that's what I expected from her... If you'd laughed at me, I would have been mortified. If you'd egged me on... I don't know. I just never really talked to you about that sort of thing, joking or otherwise."
"Because you would have been in danger of admitting how badly you wanted me..."
Regina teases silkily, and when Emma simply shrugs, she smiles.
"And I always professed you were so crude and inappropriate..."
"You did. Loudly."
"If only I'd known I'd only scratched the surface."
"Mm, that's sort of what I was afraid of."
The blonde chuckles, imagining she's most likely blushing but supposing it doesn't really matter.
"So... Go on then... Enlighten me..."
Regina goads, leaning back in to brush at the younger woman's lips.
"Hmm?"
"Tell me something you never would have. I demanded you tell me under the influence of the veritae, but tell me now, just because you can... What do you want me to do to you? What wouldn't I know?"
Closing her eyes as she bites her lip in response to the Queen's sinful promise, Emma crawls back and lowers herself down onto the bed so that she looks up into glittering coals. Gesturing to the tight leather encasing her legs, she orders quietly
"Take them off."
Nodding in acceptance of the blonde's demand, Regina moves her hands to peaked hips but stills when the younger woman shakes her head and admonishes her
"No... Not like that. Do it how you did it before."
And, it's on the tip of the brunette's tongue to ask what she means when the Sheriff elaborates
"Just don't cut me deep, okay?"
"I won't cut you."
The darker woman shakes her head, raising her hands pointedly, and she smirks when the blonde gives her a pointed look to suggest there must be a part of her that would really quite like to do so.
"I've had to change the bedding once already, dear."
She muses, working her magic to slice open tight leather just enough to reveal the fact that her earlier stint of dress-up hadn't gone so far as to clad the blonde in underwear.
"Now what?"
She asks, imagining she has a fairly good idea, but Emma surprises her when she beckons
"Come here... No, turn around."
Arching a brow as she allows the Sheriff to guide her as she wills, she obeys the younger woman's command and moves to kneel over her, bracing her weight with her hands pressed against the flat of the latter's corset, before slipping one down to cup slick heat as the blonde positions her with a little more force.
"Oh..."
Regina breathes as the younger woman goes about cleaning her of her spilt excitement, and she reciprocates by curling her fingers slowly to elicit a shuddered breath against her sex.
"... I would have kept you close, I have to admit. Not you, not the Saviour, but if a member of my servantry were to take such a thing upon themselves without encouragement, I would have demanded they stay by my side and I would have treated them well."
The Queen murmurs as she traces the brass clasps centring the blonde's corset with the hand not busy teasing exposed flesh.
"I don't doubt it... Well... The first part."
Emma replies, her words muffled as she speaks into the soft skin of the brunette's thigh, and Regina chuckles and swings herself around so that she sits astride parted thighs, looking down into mischievous features.
"You don't think I'd treat you well?"
The darker woman goads, entering the blonde once more with a rough thrust of her fingers as she runs her hand over the dark fantasy of the younger woman's outfit, leaning down to taste the pale globe of her breast with a dangerous brush of her teeth.
"Maybe now... Maybe now that you're whole. Now you're perfect."
"Perfect?"
Regina repeats the Sheriff's chosen term, running it over her tongue like honey, and she smirks down at her bedmate, moving her fingers with increased speed as she accepts the title kittenishly.
"I'm hardly going to say otherwise now..."
Emma hisses, gripping the throw in her fists as the Queen fucks her hungrily; maintaining fiery eye contact as her breath quickens tellingly.
"I'd advise that you didn't."
The brunette agrees with a smirk, feeling her own flutter of pleasure as she watches the younger woman clench her eyes shut and tremble with hers.
"Fuck..."
The Sheriff chokes, and Regina leans down to kiss her slowly before pushing herself back up to consider flushed cheeks and the tempting heaving of the younger woman's chest. Bringing her hands to the front of the latter's corset - the fingers of the right glittering damningly - she works apart stiff leather with some difficulty and releases the blonde of her bonds.
"Oh, yes, I'm going to keep you around."
She repeats, sampling newly exposed flesh with teeth and tongue as she works the tight leather of the Sheriff's pants open and down as best as she can, finally getting up in order to undress her fully. Repaying the blonde's earlier favour, she climbs back onto the bed and lowers herself down to taste the effects of her teasing, relishing the gentle touch of the younger woman's fingers playing through her hair in a way that speaks purely of this land. Purely of their relationship as a whole.
"It's actually kind of cold..."
Emma laughs quietly a few minutes later, and Regina shakes her head, despite being fully in agreement, and tugs roughly at the covers to slip them out from beneath the Sheriff.
"Set an alarm on your phone so we can get sorted before Henry wakes up."
She orders, slipping out of the room to use the bathroom, before returning with one of Henry's sweatshirts plucked from the hamper in the hallway held against her stomach.
"Here."
She offers, tossing the blonde the sweatshirt to pull on as she helps herself to a set of silk pyjamas, and she watches the younger woman out of the corner of her eye as she gets changed, wondering if Emma plans to throw her an excuse to disappear home.
"I've set an alarm."
The blonde smiles, pulling her hair free of the sweater and moving over to one side of the bed.
"Good... Tonight was good."
Regina muses as she slips beneath the covers and rolls onto her side to study her bedmate.
"As you said, it could have gone worse."
Emma agrees, carefully ignoring the weight of the brunette's words.
"Tomorrow, we'll get to work figuring out what to do with Hyde."
"We know what to do."
"Then we'll get to work doing it."
Regina shrugs, leaning in before she can talk herself out of it to steal a brief kiss before plunging them into darkness.
"...So dramatic."
"Shut up."