Here she was again; searing orange numbers burning into her skull as she waited, foot tapping rapidly against the hardwood floors. Emma attempted to keep her expectations low over the past couple of weeks, knowing that the blow wouldn't be as hard. What worse news could there be other than a negative? Well… perhaps there were other things that could take the category miles down the road…
The blonde shooed the thoughts away and looked upon her wife who smiled nervously, her hands pressed into her lap. They were currently on the couch trying to distract their buzzing minds. It was hard, Emma had found, as she caught herself wandering back to the cooking results in the bathroom. She knew that she wanted it to be positive, but suddenly, the thought sent a shock of dread throughout her being; because if it was positive, that meant that Regina was pregnant, and if she was pregnant, that meant there would be a baby.
And Gods, how am I going to take care of a baby?
Emma didn't know why she had suddenly thought of that because she wished that she hadn't. Her heart was racing in her chest. She had told herself that she was ready, she had told Regina that she was ready. And there was no going back on it now.
"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Regina asked quietly beside her and squeezed her leg, forcing the blonde from her stupor.
"Uh… y-yeah, I'm fine." She offered a weak smile and hoped that it passed off since she was slowly losing confidence in herself. "Are you?" Her voice cracked slightly and she wanted to hit herself.
Regina didn't say anything, if she had noticed and, instead, answered, "yes. Well, I must admit, I'm a bit nervous. Gods… How long has it been?"
Emma bit her lip slightly and brought her eyes back to those mocking numbers across from her. "Five minutes, baby," she whispered, finding her hand moving to set on top of the one still on her thigh. She gave it a reassuring squeeze even though she was the one that needed it.
"Okay…" Regina murmured and then went quiet again, donning a small smile.
The blonde let the silence surround her. She didn't know whether that was a good idea or not, but she didn't dare complain. Swallowing once again, she peeled her eyes away from the time and land on the gray kitten at her feet, playing with a small, toy mouse. She smiled.
Milly had grown, but only slightly, over the past month since they had adopted her. Her coat had become slightly darker and the stripes more prominent. Her heart squeezed in her chest at the sight of their special furry baby. In about ten minutes, they would know if they would be giving her a sibling.
Panic seized the blonde once again because they were really doing this. She could be a mother. Gods, she had never thought that she would be a mother to an actual child. Emma found her eyes on her wife at the thought and couldn't help but to grin.
Her worries seemed to have melted away when she looked upon the goddess before her. Regina would be there with her to raise this child; their child. And the thought of that seemed perfect. Sometimes she just couldn't fathom how she had gotten so lucky to be where she was today.
Emma smiled but it hadn't lasted long when she felt a sharp pain in her leg. She let out a distressed yell when she looked down to see Milly clinging to her bare leg as if the kitten's life depended on it. "Thank you, minion of Hell. That's all I needed today was to bleed my own blood."
"Oh, dear…" Regina chuckled softly before bending to relieve Emma of those sharp needle-like claws. "At least she didn't jump on your ass and hang on."
"That was hilarious." The younger woman smirked at the thought.
Milly, a few days ago, had been stuck on the couch. After Regina had stood and was about to walk away, the kitten decided to hitch a ride and jumped right up to dig all four sets of claws into her bottom. Emma may or may not have taken a picture or two of the incident while the older woman had freaked out and attempted to remove the new growth.
"You're an asshole." Regina playfully scowled. "Be lucky that I don't wake you up by throwing the cat on you."
"Gods, please don't." Emma rubbed the new punctures in her leg with a hiss as she glared at her wife. "Or no sex for you."
"You would not!" The brunette gasped.
"That's," she said, pointing to the kitten, "the only pussy that you'll be getting."
Regina merely scoffed at her comment and pet the small cat. "How much longer?"
"You literally asked me that a minute ago." The blonde rolled her eyes playfully before looking back to the clock. She blinked slightly. "Only a couple more minutes."
When Regina nodded, the two of them grew quiet once again, this time both were shifting anxiously in their spots. Emma drew her attention away from the clock to pet Milly and lose herself in her thoughts. Part of her hoped that the test would be negative because she didn't even know if she was ready.
It made her feel selfish for thinking those thoughts, though, because she knew how much Regina had wanted this. And wasn't it just last month that she was crying over the abundance of failed procedures? Her stomach was in knots.
"Emma, it's time." Regina's voice pulled the blonde from her thoughts and she nodded, standing when the older woman had. Quietly, she followed behind her to the bathroom, her stomach on fire. When the two had entered the small room, the brunette stopped and turned towards the blonde, her eyes large.
Emma wasn't the only one.
Swallowing thickly, she let out a deep sigh before reaching forward to take her wife's hand, almost hitting the floor when she felt the squeeze to her own. "R-Ready, baby?" she asked, eyes falling to the multiple pregnancy sticks on the sink.
"Gods, no, but we need to look." Regina pressed her lips together into a thin line before she turned towards the sink where Emma had slowly followed beside her.
Emerald eyes immediately honed in on the nearest results and her heart seemed to have skipped a beat. Emma found herself looking for the other faces of the tests, reading each of the results with a soft noise at each one. Regina, beside her, looked as if she had stopped breathing in that moment. But then she squealed which had Emma yelling in surprise before the two of them were holding each other tightly.
Regina pulled away after several moments, sobbing and laughing as she attempted to speak, but Emma caught her words. "I'm pregnant!"
"Holy shit," the blonde muttered as if she hadn't read the results minutes prior. "Holy fucking shit! It's really happening!" Any worry that the blonde had had earlier was suddenly gone as excitement took over her. A smile as bright as the sun stretched across her face and matched her wife's, watt for watt.
"It is. It is!" Regina laughed once again, a hand moving to cup her stomach. "Watch your language, though."
"Oh, ha ha. It can't understand me." Emma muttered, but continued to smile as she watched her lover's hand before shifting to take the older woman into her arms once again, squeezing her tightly. She could have melted when Regina had returned the embrace.
The brunette didn't bother to make her usual quip, instead, she buried her nose in Emma's neck and squealed again. Emma could feel the older woman's body tremble.
"You know, this means that I have to tell everyone, right?" Emma beamed, holding her wife closer before she could pull back to give her that look. "My parents first. Oh, Gods… This is gonna be weird…"
"Why?" She heard Regina's muffled question.
"Mary Margaret's pregnant, too, remember?" She could have sworn the brunette had groaned.
"I am not going shopping and to weird baby classes with her."
"Not saying you have to," Emma chuckled, turning to kiss Regina's head before the two finally pulled away. The brunette gave her a look. "Because I'm pretty sure I'd be stuck following you two around and… well, no. I hate shopping."
Regina's look intensified, this time the displeasure was aimed at the blonde. "We have to go shopping, regardless, my swan. We will need to decorate the baby's room." Then a smile took Regina features and Emma giggled because she knew why. "When are you going to tell them?"
The blonde blinked slightly at the sudden question, but shrugged in response as she shifted to clear off the bathroom sink, dumping the used tests into the garbage. "Whenever you want me to. I mean, you're the pregnant one." That had the blonde, herself, grinning before she turned and leveled her face with the brunette's stomach. "Baby," she squealed softly, lifting her wife's t-shirt up before placing a chaste kiss to the olive skin.
Regina giggled like mad at the actions and shook her head, fingers curling into golden locks. "You can tell them any time you want to, Emma."
"Okay." Emma hummed softly and pressed another kiss to Regina's stomach before pulling away. "I don't know when. I kinda just want to share this moment with you."
"Okay," Regina purred softly and slipped her fingers between her wife's. "Gods, it's weird. I don't feel any different."
Emma furrowed her brows slightly as she led the older woman out of the bathroom and back to the living room. "Yeah? Well, wait until you blow up."
"Is that all you want, Emma? To see me look like a damn blimp?" Regina crinkled her nose up and collapsed onto the couch next to her lover.
"Well, no… Yes? I just wanna see you with a big belly because you would look so adorable." Her words earned a scoff from the older woman. "Hey, I'll love you no matter what, okay?"
"You better." Regina chuckled softly and pressed a gentle kiss to the blonde's cheek.
"I will," Emma murmured, turning to give her wife a proper kiss. "Always."
Telling everyone was going to be an interesting process. After discussing it with Regina, the older woman had suggested they just host a small party with their close friends and Emma's parents. It was far easier than calling each person to tell them and, besides, they hadn't had many people over since they moved in.
And they had a new family member to show off; Milly.
Emma was more nervous than anything about the revelation, mainly because of her parents. She didn't know how they would react to the news, especially Mary Margaret. Even though the woman had grown more accepting of she and Regina's relationship, and Emma's sexuality as a whole, the woman was still a loose cannon.
Regina had attempted to calm her frazzled nerves, even now, just minutes before the woman herself would arrive. The blonde paced back and forth, jumping at each knock on the door only to reveal one of their friends. It was Ruby who had finally had enough of her jittery behavior before stopping the blonde in her tracks with a quirked brow.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" The waitress asked, a brow quirking.
"Nothing," Emma muttered softly, offering up a weak smile. "Just waiting for my parents."
Ruby's quirked brow had only arched further. "Your parents. Whatever this little party's for must be serious."
The blonde attempted to laugh it off, only to sound like a nervous hyena. "No, no… nothing…" She looked for anything to pull her away before her friend could ask more questions and found it in Milly as the small kitten padded into view. She grinned. "Hey, I gotta show you something."
"Uh huh…" The brunette pressed her lips together before the blonde had turned to scoop up the gray fluff ball. "What is that?"
"It's a Milly!" Emma grinned widely and straightened out to show her friend the kitten. "I got her for Gina a couple months ago."
"I didn't take you for a cat person," Ruby muttered, disappointed, as she gingerly petted the cat's head. "But, then again, I guess you do love pussy."
Emma rolled her eyes at the comment before shoving Milly at her friend when she heard another knock at the door. "Oh, shut up, Ruby." The brunette waitress only laughed as the blonde moved off to answer the door, only to be stopped by Regina when the older woman had beat her to it.
Her heart raced when the door opened to reveal her parents; the final guests to the party. Shit, she really had to do this. Emma inhaled deeply before allowing a large smile on her face as she took place next to her wife. "Hey, guys, good to see that you made it."
"Thanks for inviting us, honey." Mary Margaret hummed before stepping forward to hug her daughter, then turned to hug Regina, as well. David followed in her footsteps, holding onto the blonde for a few seconds longer.
"It's good to see you, Emma."
The blonde's smile came more easily now when she pulled from her father's arms. "Good to see you, too, David."
"Why don't you two come in? We've got snacks and drinks." Regina stepped away to allow the blonde's parents into the apartment. As the two of them headed towards the kitchen where the snacks were set up, Emma remained behind, glued to Regina's side.
"When should we tell them?" She asked, her stomach upsetting once more. "Gods, I'm nervous."
"Don't be, my swan," the brunette purred in reassurance, wrapping an arm around her younger lover's waist. "Why don't we wait a moment and let everyone get settled first?"
"Okay," Emma agreed, exhaling a breath that she hadn't known that she had been holding. She felt her brunette squeeze her before pulling away to join a couple of people in the kitchen.
Ruby had taken advantage of the blonde's sudden solitude to sidle up to her, kitten no longer in her arms. "Hey, girl. You just left me with your furry beast."
"I had to answer the door," Emma muttered, her heart dropping. She knew the brunette waitress would pester her once again. "I see that you lost her, anyways."
"She was scratching me," Ruby lamented, making a face as she held up her arm to show a few light scratches. "She's rude."
"You're rude." The blonde rolled her eyes and turned slightly, scoping the room for her wife. Part of her wanted to break the news right now. She didn't know how long she could hold up with Ruby breathing down her neck. She was surprised Belle wasn't hovering around her.
"Where's Belle?" Emma found herself voicing her next thoughts, which had caught the older woman to freeze slightly in her spot, then shrug.
"I don't know."
"You don't know?" She quirked a brow. "Something up between you two?"
"No. What do you mean? Everything's fine." Ruby huffed softly before hiding her face in her drink. "Don't turn this on me."
"I'm not turning anything on you, Rubes." Emma frowned slightly. Was something amiss between her friends? She decided against digging further and was soon distracted as a group of her friends joined the two.
"Hey, Em," said Killian as he approached them, grinning widely. "Didn't get to talk to you since I got here."
"Hey," Emma greeted, turning toward him and away from the peculiarly quiet Ruby.
Graham gave a slight nod toward the blonde and Belle approached behind him, smiling softly. But it was Killian to speak again, blue eyes moving around the apartment as he gestured. "Nice place. Better than the pictures that you showed me."
"Thanks." The blonde shifted slightly and offered him a smile. "It's weird. I can't believe you haven't been here yet. I totally forgot to show you at the wedding."
"That was almost two years ago, Emma." Killian chuckled softly and playfully bumped her. "I haven't seen you much since. I'm thinking about moving here or back to Storybrooke. It's not that fun without my friends."
"You have friends in New York." Emma shifted slightly before gesturing towards the living area. "Why don't you join me?" She playfully offered as she made her way toward the couch, the small group following behind her.
"Yeah, but they're mostly just… ah… I don't know. They aren't like you guys." He grinned.
"Bitch, we weren't even your friends before." Ruby added her two cents and Emma felt a sudden relief to find that her friend had come back.
Killian's face fell at her words as he desperately looked upon Graham and Belle. "Guys, really?"
"Honestly, I only talk to you because of Emma," Graham said, chuckling softly. He clapped the younger man on the shoulder. "Don't worry, I like you, somewhat. Just don't hurt Emma again, or else I'd have to string you up by your testicles."
Killian's oceanic eyes went wide at the young cop's words before they fell to Belle who slowly shook her head. "I think we all gradually became friends," she said, playing with the hem of her yellow dress.
"Well, then I might as well stay in New York." Killian playfully sniffled his nose. "You're nothing but assholes here."
"Yeah, we are." Emma smirked slightly before leaning back against the couch. A moment of silence followed and as the subject slowly changed when her friends carried on with the conversation, the blonde found herself looking about the apartment in search of her wife. When she spotted the dark-haired teacher talking to her parents, she smiled, but it hadn't lasted long. Swallowing thickly, she attempted to sort out her knotted stomach.
"You alright, Emma?" Graham pulled her out of her thoughts with a frown.
"Uh… yeah…" The blonde's smile wavered and quickly died. "I'm fine."
"It doesn't look like it." He shifted slightly to look at her, a brow quirked. It was then that her other friends had noticed and honed in on her sudden change in mood.
"You look like you're going to be sick," Belle murmured next to her, a hand squeezing her jean-clad thigh.
"I'm…" She shook her head before quickly pushing away from the couch. "I've got to go talk to Gina."
Emma didn't wait for a response before she quickly made her way over to her wife who now stood with a few of her own friends, chattering about nothing in particular. Regina had quickly taken notice of her lover's presence and beamed, moving slightly to accept her form against her side.
"Hello, my love. Are you alright?" The brunette's soft, chestnut gaze fell upon the blonde and when Emma had caught them in her sight, she sighed softly and melted further against her.
"I'm just… I think we need to-" Her words were cut off by Mary Margaret's voice as she joined the small group with a bright smile and a small cup of soda.
"Hey, Emma! Regina told us that you are officially a part of the police force." The pixie-haired woman grinned proudly at her daughter and leaned into her husband once the man had joined them with a bear claw (Emma's choice of snack) and a smile.
"Um… Yeah," she murmured sheepishly and gave a look to her wife. "I'm glad to finally get to help Graham out."
"Oh, that's nice!" Her mother hummed softly as she gently touched the blonde's forearm. "How is that going? What do you think about it?"
"It's good, kinda boring. I'm sure things will start moving along, though." Emma shrugged slightly, leaning into the form that still held her. "It's not as intimidating as I first thought."
"I imagine. It's different when you simulate it." The schoolteacher nodded. "Like with teaching, right, Regina?"
"Huh?" The brunette blinked slightly before she nodded, chuckling to herself. "Oh, yes. It certainly is."
"Do you think that you're going to like it, Emma?" David asked before he took a casual bite from his doughnut.
The blonde nodded, grinning widely. "Definitely. But Gina's scared of me doing it, though."
Regina shifted awkwardly in her spot when the light was shone on her.
"Really?" David asked, head tilting. "I suppose I can see why. You never know what'll happen out there."
"I just… don't want to get a call telling me that Emma's hurt, or worse." Regina looked to her blonde wife with a watery smile. Emma frowned and squeezed her lover, nose burying momentarily into her neck.
"Don't worry, baby, I'll be safe."
"I know I worry a lot, but nothing bad has happened yet." Mary Margaret voiced her thoughts with a reassuring smile. "That's why Emma should come to Storybrooke and work at the station."
"Yeah, Mary Margaret, but Gina and I are living here." The blonde pressed her cheek against Regina's shoulder. "If we move back, I will."
That had her mother's spirit perked up. "Would you two move back?"
"Eventually," Regina spoke, rubbing the blonde's arm. "Perhaps in the future."
"Oh, really?" Mary Margaret's eyes widened slightly. "How soon?"
Emma blinked slightly. She knew that Regina wanted to move back at some point, but the two of them never discussed when. Perhaps she wanted to after the baby was born, or before. The thought sent her heart sinking. She had grown used to the city-life and her job. "Yeah, when?"
Regina offered her wife a sheepish smile. "In the next few years, perhaps. With the way things are going now…" Then she trailed off, pressing her lips together with a faint smile.
Emma's parents gave them a quizzical look as if they expected further explanation and it wasn't until then that the blonde had thought back to the "big news." Her stomach shriveled up in her once again. "Should we tell them?" she found herself asking, finishing up the thought that she had initially started before her parents interrupted.
"I suppose it's time that we do." Emma saw the momentary dread that crossed her lover's face before she finally turned, pulling away from the blonde.
"Tell us what? Emma?" Mary Margaret's brows squished, but Emma merely held up a hand.
"You'll find out, soon," she said, following her wife to the dining area.
"This is slightly strange, but, uh, could I get everyone's attention, please?" Regina's voice echoed throughout the small apartment, gathering their guests' attention. Once the room grew quiet, the brunette shifted awkwardly in her spot and cleared her throat. Emma could have giggled at her lover's frazzled state, but instead, took her hand to soothe her.
"I'm sure you're wondering what you're doing here," she continued, relaxed. "I suppose parties can be normal, but, we really aren't. And…" She giggled nervously and Emma found herself doing the same. "And I'll just come right out and say it. We're pregnant."
"Holy shit, what?" Ruby's voice was the first to interrupt the silence that followed, her eyes white as they bulged out of her skull.
"Yes, all of the holy shits." Emma chuckled, herself, slowly relaxing now that the news was out in the open.
"Man, was that why you were green-faced earlier?" The brunette waitress continued, smirking. "Shit, and I thought I'd be the first pregnant one."
"Wait," Belle interrupted Emma before she could reply, her brows furrowed slightly. "You're both pregnant?"
"No, no… I am. Emma isn't." Regina elaborated, beaming. "I suppose since we're both women, it was odd announcing it like that, but… Yes. We're having a baby."
"On top of our furry baby." Emma jested, scooping up the wandering kitten.
The brunette teacher chuckled softly next to her and pressed a kiss to the blonde's cheek, humming. "We thought having a gathering would be easier than calling each of you to break the news. But, ah… that's about it."
Emma's cheeks burned when the room became alive once again as their friends surrounded them with congratulatory praise. She shrunk against her wife, Milly in her hand, squirming to get away, but goddammit, if she had to suffer, so did the cat. When all had settled and everyone had gone back to chatting and eating, Emma found herself surrounded by her parents. Regina was long gone, talking to a few of her colleagues in the kitchen.
"How come you never told us that you two were planning this?" Mary Margaret asked, leaning against the dining table.
Emma shrugged slightly, frowning. "How come you never told me that you two were planning on getting pregnant?"
That had taken her mother aback. "Well… We just let it happen. We never really planned it out."
"And when it did, we were happy and that was it." David added, smiling softly as he splayed a hand over his wife's slight belly bump.
The blonde sighed softly, defeated. "We didn't want to tell anyone because we didn't know what would happen." She frowned as she thought back. "It took us basically a year to even get pregnant."
"Oh, no, why?" Her mother frowned, concerned.
Emma shrugged slightly. "We went to this clinic at first. I still blame the doctor because she hated us. But Gina just says it's because the artificial stuff sometimes doesn't take."
"Why did the doctor hate you?" Emma blinked when she heard Graham's voice ask the question. She looked away from her parents to find the man standing in front of her, backed up by their other friends.
"I don't know. I guess she just had a hair up her ass, or was some sort of homophobe. I didn't like her. She looked like a deep-fried Barbie doll." The blonde shuddered slightly. "But, we got rid of her and decided to go our own way and it worked."
Ruby quirked a brow, smirking. "Did you get a 'donor' to bang Regina, or something?"
Emma snapped her attention to the lanky brunette before backhanding her arm as hard as she could, growling. "No. I think even she would rather adopt than do that."
"Hey! Just asking." The waitress muttered, rubbing her reddening skin. "Asshole."
"We did it at home with frozen baby juice."
"Wait…" Ruby held up a hand, snorting with laughter. "With what?"
Rolling her eyes, the blonde ignored her friend. "You know what it is. We thawed it out and followed instructions and it worked. It was nice and romantic-ish and private. The stuff was gross, but it worked."
Mary Margaret stared at her, lips pressed together slightly as she processed what her daughter had said. "And you're ready for this, Emma?"
"What do you mean?" Emma frowned, her heart falling straight out of her chest.
"For a baby, sweetheart. Are you sure you're ready?"
"Yes." It took all of her might not to argue. "I've thought long and hard about it and I'm ready. We're ready."
"Okay. So long as you are, Emma." The short-haired brunette sighed softly and quickly gave the blonde a hug. "I'm happy for you two. And we can have playdates." She paused for a moment, a look of bewilderment on her face. "Gods, they'll be the same age, about, huh?"
"I suppose so." Emma chuckled, shaking her head. She hadn't thought much about it. The child that Mary Margaret and David were having would be her sibling, which, in return, would be her own child's aunt or uncle. "Weird, but so is our family, I guess."
"Right," Mary Margaret chuckled softly before she sighed and caught sight of the clock. "It's getting pretty late. I think we might head out, soon."
Emma's smile quickly disappeared. "Oh, yeah. I guess that's the perk of living five hours away."
The schoolteacher laughed and nodded, finishing off her soda. "I know. I hope that you two will move back soon. Then we'll be able to see each other more often."
"Yeah." The blonde moved away from the table when Mary Margaret shifted to hug her. She sighed softly and let the sensation linger. "I know Gina said something about moving back after expanding."
"Oh, yeah?" David smirked and took his wife's place as he hugged his daughter next.
"Yeah," Emma echoed, pulling away from her father's arms. "I think she wants to wait for an opening at the school again, though. I just don't know when that'll happen."
"Hopefully soon," Ruby muttered, a devilish twinkle in her eye. "We need you back. It's boring."
"Yeah, but what about me?" Graham quirked a brow, a mischievous smile on his lips. "Then I'll be stuck up here all by myself."
"You can move, too," Ruby suggested, smirking. "And so will Killian and then we're all back in Storybrooke."
"The small town that no one wants to be in," Belle muttered.
Emma quirked a brow at their usually quiet friend, her words catching her attention. "What makes you say that?"
"What? Nothing." The timid brunette offered a smile, cheeks red as if she hadn't meant anyone to hear her words. "I think I should be leaving soon. I need to get back home."
The blonde nodded silently as she observed Belle, but was interrupted by her parents. The two said their goodbyes to their daughter before searching for Regina to do the same, and then they left. As the day drew on, more people had departed with one last thank you and congratulations before leaving behind the oaken door.
And then Emma and Regina were left alone once again, exhausted, as they cleaned up the house, city lights twinkling in the night.
"Well, they took that well," Emma said, dumping a few plastic cups into the trash. "I for sure thought Mary Margaret would freak out on me."
Regina chuckled softly and paced over to the blonde, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Your mother is more understanding than you think, my swan."
Emma sighed softly and lifted her gaze to meet with her wife's. "I know… Okay, maybe I don't. I guess I just haven't really…" She shrugged slightly, losing her words.
The brunette seemed to have understood what she meant. She cupped the younger woman's cheek before leaning forward to claim her lips in a sweet kiss. "You haven't trusted her emotions since you came out to her, is that it?"
She nodded slightly, her mind buzzing from the contact. Nuzzling Regina's hand, she leaned forward to kiss her wife once again, purring softly at the sweet, familiar sensation that always seemed to make her lose herself. When Regina nipped at her lips, she parted them to invite the older woman's tongue into her mouth, but was met with rumbling laughter, instead.
"What is this?" The older woman asked, pulling away, breathless.
Emma gave her a green, doe-eyed look. "Nothing at all, Gina."
"Mhm," Regina clucked. "I know how you work when you want to change the subject."
"I just like kissing you."
"As do I." The brunette chuckled once again, deep and husky, as she leaned forward to accept the invitation from earlier, her tongue invading the younger woman's mouth. Emma moaned softly at the sensation, her fingers sliding through soft, dark locks as she was pressed back against the counter.
Then it was all over when Regina had pulled back, a smirk on her crimson lips. "We need to clean up, honey. If you're good, maybe I'll give you more than a kiss."
Emma bit her lip at the offer before scoping the apartment to see what else needed cleaned up. She could do it in less than five minutes, she was sure. "Challenge accepted," she muttered before charging off with the trash can, leaving Regina to gawk in her dust.
"It wasn't a challenge, Emma!" But the brunette didn't complain when Emma had returned to the kitchen, garbage full and apartment cleaned, nor had she when the blonde cashed in the promise for the rest of the evening.