A/N I would just like to apologise in advance for this chapter.
Emma had no idea what time it was. All she knew was that her head was pounding relentlessly and there was a very warm, smooth body pressed up deliciously against her own. As the fuzziness of sleep began to wear off, she recalled the events of the previous night. I'm in Regina's bed. This is bad. This is really bad. Why would she let me do this? She said sex is sex but for me, it meant so much more. I wish I hadn't been so drunk for this to have happened but I need to forget. Hook. Oh fuck! I can't believe I went there.I need to talk to him. We need to fix this.
She tried to move slowly without waking up the brunette. "Emma?" Too late.
She turned to face the older woman and immediately wished she hadn't. The sight of Regina with bed hair and her face all puffy from sleep was too cute. It took all of her strength not to take her in her arms and never let go.
"I.. I'm sorr.." Emma began.
"Don't. It's fine." Regina closed her eyes and retracted her arm from Emma's waist.
Emma missed the contact immediately but knew she had no right to take anything more from this amazing woman. She wiped a tear from her eye. "Regina, are we good?"
Regina didn't bother opening her eyes. The heartache she was feeling was only numbed by the effects of her current hangover. "I told you last night, Emma. We are fine. Now, if you need to go, then go."
Regina rolled over to face the other side of the room. She did not want to make a scene and Emma had obviously made her choice. Emma got up and dressed quietly. She looked for her shoes but couldn't find them. "On the ship!" She sighed under her breath.
"What?" Regina mumbled.
"Nothing, I just... my shoes."
"You weren't wearing any. Take a pair of mine."
Emma grabbed the heels that were next to the dresser and headed to the door. She twisted the handle and stopped in the doorway saying, "Thank you Regina."
Regina balled her fists under the covers and bit down hard on her lip to stop her voice from shaking but she couldn't hide the sarcasm. "Glad to be of service."
Emma retrieved the bug from outside the mansion and once inside, beat her head against the steering wheel. Regina was upset and she was the cause. It didn't matter how hard she tried to pretend that last night hadn't affected her, it clearly had by the sarcastic tone she'd just used. Emma didn't want to go off and find Hook. She didn't want to make things better between them because she was in love with Regina Mills. Her hands began to shake uncontrollably and visions of her ending played in her mind, exhasperating the pain and worry she was already feeling. She saw the sword pierce her stomach and felt the stabbing pain in her gut. "I won't do that to her. I can't! She can't lose a lover that she doesn't have."
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Hook had been trying to call Emma constantly since she caught him asleep with Tink. They had been fooling around for years but it was just sex. He and Emma had talked about his past and she knew he had an overactive sex drive. She had told him before if he was going to play, she didn't want to know. They had an agreement so why was she so angry with him? Okay. Even he had to admit sleeping with her bridesmaid was a bit close to home. And that agreement was before the engagement, maybe she had changed her mind about it now. If he could just talk to her and they could sort this whole mess out. He didn't want to lose her.
Emma turned the key in the lock and her borrowed heels clicked against the wooden floor.
"Swan! Is that you?" Hook bellowed.
She stepped into the living room and carefully kicked off the heels. "Yeah, it's me. Listen, we need to talk about last night. I shouldn't have..."
"No! I shouldn't have done it. I should have talked to you first since our situation changed. I'm so sorry you had to see that and It won't happen again if that's what you want." Hook was very sincere in his apologies.
Emma huffed. "Kill, I was drunk and I over reacted, but come on?! Tink? My fricking bridesmaid! You know she's gonna talk to Ruby and Regina it's just gonna be awkward and this town likes to gossip. I don't think people are quite as progressive as me, you know." She was sat on the sofa with her chin resting in her hands.
"So you aren't, mad? Hook sidled up to her and put his arm around her back but she shrugged him off.
"No.. yes.. maybe. Honestly I don't know. I mean. It's not like it even matters anyway. I'll be dead soon."
Hook tried to soothe her but felt the sting of her words. A part of him knew that Emma Swan had only agreed to be his wife because she was certain she was about to die. He knew she loved him but that he could never be good enough for her and he also knew her heart lay elsewhere. When she had suggested an open relationship, he knew it was because she didn't want the burden of satisfying his sexual needs at every whim and that it was a way she could soften the blow the next time she took off, but he accepted that. He loved her and he would be there for as long as she could stand him but he was also quite a jealous person and he didn't want to compete any more for her heart. He asked solemnly, "where did you go afterwards?"
Emma scrunched up her eyes. "Regina's."
"Of course you did. So what now, Swan? What are we even doing? Why are you here now, with me? I mean, like you said, you think you'll be dead so why are we even planning this bloody wedding?" Hook was angry. She didn't need to admit what had happened because he always knew it would. He'd been expecting it since the first time he saw the two women together. He had started chasing after her in the beginning to prove to Regina that he could. To hurt her. He was an antagonist but the joke had back fired and he'd fallen head over heels for the blonde
Emma spoke. "We are going ahead with this wedding Hook. Don't you get it? It's not about us or what we want. It's about giving this town, giving my parents what they want. People like us don't get happy endings. We make the most of what we can get for however long we can get it."
