Adrenalize Me

Apparently I have fallen in love with you But this could just be a game Don't be afraid to be rough, seizing by the hand I really need a dose of you I want, want [it] so much I want to be with you all night Cover me with kisses

-Grivina, Ya Hocha-

"Swan, so how did you like my little surprise?" Zelena's delighted English tones fill the waves of the phone call as Emma picks up on first ring. She had been drowsy a moment ago, ready to fall asleep in bed on her first day of being in Aruba, and after being out all day on the beach, but now she was fully awake.

Thrumming, with anger. She sits up. "Zelena I am going to fucken murder you."

"Not quite the thanks I was expecting," Zelena said dryly, not at all fazed.

"What right do you think you have-"

"Did she apologize?" Zelena cut in breezily.

Emma blinked harshly at having her rant cut off. "Who?"

"Regina. Did she apologize?"

"She did."

"Then you're welcome. You guys are finally on better terms, thanks to me," Zelena said. "Now calm down and try to enjoy the rest of your vacation."

"And how am I supposed to do that with Robin around? Or with Regina?" Emma said, her anger still in her, unsatisfied from being unable to give Zelena the tongue lashing she deserved.

"Honestly, you're so dramatic. I don't know what Regina sees in you," she commented, her voice the equivalent of a shrug. "Just act normal. Pretend like you're all friends. I think that you have this mentality on you that just because you are working class and Regina and Robin are not, that it would be impossible for you all to respect each other and get along. Really, Emma. Stop thinking that way and life will be so much easier."

Now that set a lump in Emma's throat as she realized in fact Zelena was right. Impossibly right. "I really hate it when you give good advice. I preferred the crazy you," she said flatly, and trying to come off as unimpressed even though she was very impressed.

"Crazy me is still here. She's just more tamed now thanks to Mulan satisfying her wild side in bed."

Emma wrinkled up her nose. "Eww, still don't want any details on your sex life."

"You sure?" And Emma could imagine Zelena batting her eyes here, trying to tempt her into her.

"I'm sure." Said with finality.

"Ta ta then," Zelena said.

"No, wait, Zelena I'm still mad at you-" Emma pulled the phone away from ear because Zelena had hung up on her. "Damn it." Guess she would yell at her another time, because despite Zelena's good intentions, she had still forced Emma to go on a trip, to be in a situation she did not want.

Grumpily, she got into bed and tried to fall asleep.

It would have been flattering how insistent Robin was on inviting Emma out to every activity he and Regina had planned, if it wasn't so irritating.

She really did not want to insert her life anymore than needed into the mayor's and his begging for her to join them, was not helping. On some occasions he flat out rejected her rejections and dragged her with them anyways. He had allowed her to say no to breakfast, kayaking, suntanning, and lunch together for their second day in Aruba, but he would accept her vague and flimsy excuses no more.

That was why she was on a yacht now, enjoying a private cruise with them. Or trying to enjoy it. She can't, not really, when Robin's arm is around Regina's waist like a chain, pulling her away from Emma. Anchoring the mayor in a relationship she reportedly doesn't want, but is doing nothing about changing. If Regina's gay like Zelena claims, than why hide? Is it a political thing? Is she worried that they wouldn't vote her in as mayor if she didn't have male eye candy on her arm?

But if that's the case, then why keep Robin around now that her position has been secured? Will this always be the way it is? With Regina in a false relationship, while Emma sits and pines for her from the distance as they try to keep their relationship secret?

Emma doesn't know how much longer she can do this. She's getting greedier and greedier for the mayor. For her time. And for her affections. And not being able to have them or her, is taking a terrible toll on her. It's more draining than her secret relationship with Lily had been.

And Emma can't help but wonder if Regina is strained too, given how her sex for hire is right here. Is within a hand's reach and yet she can't have her.

Emma can't help but notice that every time Robin leans in to kiss Regina or touches her in a way reserved for couples that Regina sneaks a look at Emma, longing and pain on the mayor's face.

Such emotion slipping through the mayor's mask makes Emma's insides clench and she can barely breathe. Just what the hell is their relationship anymore? Just what the hell is going on between them? The boundaries have faded, have been shattered despite them trying to maintain them and now both of them are free falling into uncertainty, into new territory.

All this thinking and contemplating is making Emma's head hurt, so while Robin is crooning pretty words into Regina's ear, hands slinking down to her barely clad hips now, Emma takes off her shirt and shorts so she's in her bathing suit and jumps into the crystal clear waters, needing to cool down. Needing a moment to herself.

The two of them on the boat don't notice, or maybe they do, but they don't say anything. And by the time they bring the yacht back, Emma is hungry and grumpy and envious of Robin's open affections towards Regina. It's not his fault. He's a nice guy. And he's only doing what any person would in a loving relationship. But still, it grates on Emma's nerves because he's basically rubbing it in that this is something Emma can't have with Regina.

And she won't dare to ask Regina to give up this world for her. Emma's world is no place for her. And she's never had anyone sacrifice anything big for her before so why would it change now?

She's forced to get a late dinner with them, feeling like an awkward third wheel as she plays with her food. Regina has ordered a salad and Robin is on his third margarita of the day. It makes him incredibly loving, mushing his lips to Regina's cheek, while also making him talkative.

"Emma, you know, I don't know a lot about you. Regina never talks about you really, and Zelena only laughs at me when I ask her about her outings with you."

"I'm not the gossiping sort," Regina replies with, miffed.

Emma squirms uncomfortably under his questioning. "Yea, I don't like to really put myself out there a lot. All I do is work, really."

"You're as hard working as Gina," he says happily, kissing Regina on the back of her hand. "Do you have a significant other?" he asks out of the blue.

"Well, um, I used to," Emma clears her throat as a lump stands there. "But it ended badly and I'm just taking it slow right now."

"Robin, don't press her," Regina chastises but he doesn't take her advice. "I just want to get to know her better. If she's your friend, I want her to be my friend too."

Emma winces. Damn it, why does he have to be so nice? For his sake, Emma hopes he never really finds out exactly what Regina is doing. Otherwise he'll be broken.

"Robin," Regina sighs, shaking her head in quiet disappointment. "I think you've had too much to drink."

He frowns. "But I'm on vacation. And I have not. I only had like one drink for dinner."

"I'll get him some water," Emma rushes to her feet, grateful for Regina trying to divert attention off of her. This is a silly thing to say though, because they have waiters for this reason but Emma can't stand to see Robin being so doting. If she sees his prickly chin brushing against Regina's smooth one, one more time, she'll die of awkwardness and jealousy.

Before Robin can protest, Emma is up and walking indoors. But as she moves, a splotch of red catches her attention. She narrows her eyes. Hm. Something tells her to follow the red hair she's sighted into the restaurant.

She pushes past some people and trails the person. They're tall and they're wearing a green bucket hat along with other variations of green- like a chiffon shirt and some shorts. Their pace picks up and they hurry into the bathroom, Emma going in after them. She's got them cornered now. Or so she thinks as she opens the swinging door only to have a fist swing at her.

"Whoa, the fuck!" she ducks just in time.

"Emma, it was you following me?" Zelena gasps, pushing up the dark shades that have slid down her nose.

"Zelena?" Emma sputters, in shock. "What the fuck are you doing here? I thought you weren't going on this trip?"

"I may or may not have lied. Besides, when you found out about being stuck with Regina and Robin because of me, I didn't want to be on the same plane as you in case you murdered me."

"And what says I won't right now?" Emma starts angrily. "You know, I know you have a tendency to do really outlandish things without considering others, but this just tops it. You have no right to meddle in my life or Regina's! It's manipulative!"

Zelena raises her hands to placate Emma. "I only wanted the two of you to be on the same foot. To apologize."

"And we would have. We didn't need to be forced into this situation!" Emma's voice does not go down and one woman in the bathroom eyes them warily before washing her hands quickly and leaving.

"Yea," Zelena snorts sarcastically. "Except it would have taken you millennia to do that."

"I really don't need this. And this is the last time I will say this: stay out of my life!" Emma screams, the yells ricocheting off of the tiles.

Zelena crosses her arms, angry for once. Angry for the first time since Emma has met her. Angry for the first time at her. "Fine," she says steely. "I won't spy on you anymore. I won't help you anymore. And months down the road when you are heart broken and feeling stupid, don't come crying to me, because I tried to help and you wouldn't let me."

"You were spying on me?" Emma exclaims, pissed off. She had a feeling Zelena was maybe watching their dinner interactions. And how dare the woman invade her privacy like that!

"Is everything okay in here?" another voice interrupts them and Emma swivels on her heel to see Mulan there, in the most relaxed outfit that Emma has ever seen the woman wear. Emma raises her hands in exasperation. "You even got Mulan involved?!" she accuses Zelena.

"She didn't force me into this. I asked to be included," Mulan answered defensively.

Emma shook her head sadly. "Honestly, Mulan. I expected better from you," Emma chastises. And then she shoulders past the Asian woman and grumpily heads up to her hotel room.

She ignores when Robin comes knocking on her door to check if she's there. But all she does is hold her pillow clutched to her chest, not breathing, until he goes away, his steps soft on the carpeted floor.

Regina doesn't come to check up. And neither does Zelena or Mulan. Which is fine. Emma doesn't want to see any of them right now.

The third day of Emma's vacation ends up with her washed up on a beach, more hung over than she's felt in a while. She had no intention of ending up like this but then again, what did she expect to happen when she started drinking at eight in the morning. The catalyst to send her down had been muffled thumping noises from the room next door that made her feel sick to her very core. She escaped without even brushing her hair properly, not that she cared when her emotions felt an even bigger mess.

She had been sipping on her mimosa in the deserted and empty bar when a group of young women had come in, being loud and riotous even this early on. They were all pin thin and wearing skimpy clothing, full faces of make up on. Models, is what Emma thought. And she wasn't wrong.

One of them slid up to the spot by her on the bar, even though there was literally anywhere else to go. She reeled off an impressive list of drinks and the bar tender got to work. Then the model unexpectedly turned her attentions to Emma.

"What's a girl like you doing here by yourself so early?"

She had a slight twang to her voice. It was shocking because she didn't look like she came from the south. She had eclectic features that meant she could come from any European nations, and yet, she was American.

"What does it look like," Emma retorted, shaking her glass that was already half empty.

"Rough day?" the girl said in sympathy.

"More like rough life," Emma responded with dourly.

The girl contemplated something before speaking up again. "Why don't you come with me and the girls then?"

Emma's eyes bulged out at this. She was getting invited out somewhere? And by a model? "Uh, I'm not sure."

"It'll be be just for a bit. Make your day better," Dorthy pressed.

Emma thought back to her empty room. To Robin's room right next to hers and the noises that had come from there this morning. She shuddered. She didn't dare go back yet. "Alright. I'm game."

"Excellent! Me and the girls are going on a yacht ride down the coast. Lots of drinking and music."

Yes. Anything to distract her from how Regina wasn't hers. She followed them out after they had gotten their drinks to the dock a little ways from the hotel. They were all so full of energy and bursting with joy at being able to be together. She didn't know if she could keep up with them, but they all came off as friendly to her, one girl handing her a drink as the yacht pulls out, chopping up clear water.

"So, I can see modeling is treating you well," Emma said as the wind brushed through her hair.

Dorthy shrugged as she took a sip of her pineapple drink. "I'm just a simple country girl from Kansas who made it big," she said, smiling. "Some bloke saw me in town going for milk and he was taken with my looks. And that's how I became a model. I don't mind the job. I find it interesting. What about you? What do you do?"

Emma hesitated. Should she tell the truth of her job? But Dorthy's face looked so accepting. It didn't seem like the girl had a single bad bone in her body. "You could say I service individuals in a certain way. Cater to their dark sides."

"Oh, that sounds so interesting. I bet you have a lot of stories to tell from your job."

"That I do. Not all of them pleasant."

"You must tell me some time. For now, I want you to meet the rest of the squad." Dorthy went around and introduced the girls, all pin thin and models like her. And that was how Emma's day went to shit.

Drinking who the fuck knows what from the models secret stash, singing off key and swaying off rhythm to blasting music. Talking and laughing with them. Not having a care in the world. By the time the sun had drawn down below the horizon, Emma was truly blacked out and when she wakes up, she finds herself on the beach.

She's flat on her stomach, and she spits out sand as she slowly gets up, her head swaying like a boat on the water. She smells like alcohol and sea water. "Where the fuck am I?" she groans out. She hasn't had a black out this bad since high school. She can't remember anything. Did she embarrass herself? Well, at least she didn't have to think about Robin and Regina for a while.

She surveys the place around her. They're at a little boat house and all around Emma are the models from last night, surrounded by used red solo cups. Some are on hammocks, others sleeping on the sand. Emma must have fallen out of her hammock. She groans out as she straightens her back and hears something crack. She's hungry but nauseous at the same time and doesn't even know what to do with herself.

She has to get back to the hotel but she has no idea where she even is. The yacht bobs in the water to her right and might just be the only way for her to get back to the hotel.

Whelp, she sinks down into the sand with a groan and waits for the rest of the models to wake up so they can take her back.

"Thanks, I appreciate the invite," Emma says as her feet touch the ground. The yacht has made it back to shore and Emma is grateful because she doesn't think her stomach could have handled any more swaying.

"Then I'll see you there," Dorthy says. The model barely looks worn down from excessive drinking and despite sleeping face first in sand, she looks put together like magic. Emma wishes she could be like that. She waves Dorthy off and then trudges back down to the hotel where she finds a worried Regina and Robin at the lobby desk, questioning the man there, who looks frazzled by their pressing.

Regina turns around in exasperation when the man behind the desk answers in the negative and her eyes land on Emma. On Emma, who looks like she'd been washed up. Regina's eyes open wide and something like relief flooded her face as she tugged on Robin's elbow. He turned around too, saw Emma, thanked the man and then headed towards Emma with his fiance.

Emma didn't know if she should run or stay, because with each step Regina took towards her, she looked more and more pissed off.

"Emma, we were worried about you," Robin said softly, hand around Regina's shoulders in a soothing manner as they finally stood in front of Emma and it was too late for the blonde to run.

Oh. Emma's mouth dried out. She wasn't used to people being concerned over her and she hadn't thought that her actions might scare them.

"I just made a friend and we decided to hang out," she replied with, hoping it would clear up things.

"What if she was a serial killer? Or a kidnapper? Than what?" Regina interjected angrily.

"But she wasn't any of those," Emma said, letting out a soft groan. Her headache was not going away any time soon.

"You don't know that," Regina spat out before Robin could say anything else in a more calm manner. He rubbed Regina's shoulder in support and consoling.

"Please, can we not do this?" Emma groaned out, feeling much like a scolded child right now. She didn't feel well. Regina was not about to relent but Robin saved Emma. "Of course. We're just happy you're okay."

"Yea, me too," she said wryly before she headed towards her hotel room. They followed after her to make sure she was okay. As soon as she was inside she plopped onto her bed face first. She knew she should shower because she had sand in places it shouldn't be, but she really needed some rest.

She awoke to a knocking on her door about three hours later. She didn't want to get up to get it but the knocking was persistent and so with a low groan she got up, having slept so soundly she hadn't even moved from her position of being face first down on the sheets.

Regina was on the other side of the door. "You're alive," she breathed out, and subsequently tried to smother her worry with anger. "And what the hell were you thinking doing all that?" she demanded as she pushed her way into the room.

Emma sucked in an annoyed breath at this intrusion. She shut the door. "Don't worry, I'll live another day to serve you."

Regina shot an alarmed look at the wall. As if worried Robin would over hear.

"Why did you even do something foolish like that?" she continued when nothing like Robin breaking through the wall occurred.

"Why should it matter what I do?" Emma huffed, going to the mini fridge. She was parched. She opened a bottle of water and chugged it in one go. Much better. "I was bored and I'm an adult. So I hung out with some people. Big deal."

"It is. Like I said, something bad could have happened. You don't know those people," Regina said vehemently before another idea struck her. "You were bored? Are me and Robin not entertaining enough?"

And here Emma had inadvertently offended Regina. She might as well continue upon this path; maybe that way Regina would give her some peace of mind. And leave her alone to wallow in her hangover.

"I'm young. I like getting crazy once in a while. I understand you don't do that-" and Emma had been to one of Regina's parties before, so she knew. Regina cut her off.

"I do know how to have fun," Regina retorted, looking more pissed off about this than Emma would have thought.

"Sure," Emma scoffed.

"You don't believe me? Is that why you've gone out traipsing the beaches with whores."

Emma nearly laughed out loud. Wow. Now she understood some things more easily. "I didn't take you for someone who got jealous."

Regina's lips twisted up. "I'm not."

"Doesn't sound that way to me."

Regina leaned in as Emma continued casually drinking on her second bottle of water. "Then I'll prove you wrong. I'm going to whatever event it is you're going to be at tomorrow. I can be fun." With that she left and Emma, instead of feeling annoyed at Regina's insistence on going with her to the bonfire, felt happy. The mayor's true feelings were showing. She wasn't interested in sharing Emma.

But then Emma tempered down on the feelings inside of her. Just because Regina didn't want to share Emma didn't mean it was good news. Or that she liked her no matter what Zelena felt or thought. She downed the rest of her drink and texted Dorthy if it would be cool if she asked a friend over for the event.

The reply came back affirmative two seconds later and Emma wondered if this would be a good idea.

Uncertainty on if this was a good idea continued to follow her the rest of the day as she showered, took some pills to ease her hangover, felt better and went about her day and following one in which she spent a lot of time on the beach, and up until it was time to pick up Regina the next day. She took one look at the mayor's outfit and shook her head disapprovingly. "What? What's wrong?" the mayor demanded, one hand on the door frame.

"If you're trying to be 'fun' than ditch the cargo shorts and put on some booty shorts."

"I don't own anything like what you wear," Regina said, looking over Emma's own outfit which was short shorts and a tank top with spaghetti straps. Her long blonde hair was in beach waves down her shoulders thanks to the salty water from the ocean.

"Well, then we'll have to make do," Emma said. "Let me see what you have."

Regina let her into the room where Robin was missing. "Robin not around?" she couldn't help from asking.

"He's watching a game at the bar," Regina said in a whatever manner as Emma shifted through her bag.

"He doesn't want to come?" Emma couldn't help from pressing but it was odd how Robin was leaving Regina alone now when he had been glued to her side nearly the whole vacation time.

Regina shook her head. "He said he wanted to give us some girl time."

Emma frowned as she gave up on Regina's clothes. "You really don't have anything fun. But I guess you can make this into a crop top," she said, pulling out a shirt that could be tied up in a manner that would allow for it to look shorter. She threw it at Regina who took it and went into the bathroom to change. Emma wanted to point out that she had already seen Regina naked before so there was no need for such hiding but whatever.

Regina reemerged and she looked about twenty percent more ready to party.

"I hope you can handle your liquor," Emma said teasingly and Regina scoffed. "Of course I can. Now lead the way."

They arrived at the beach after ten pm. It wasn't the popular side of the beach but a little ways down out of sight. A bonfire was already raging as Emma could smell smoke in the air and hear the shouts of excited go-ers. She felt excitement thrum in her veins. She had missed such parties. But she was also full of anticipation. How the hell would the mayor of Storybrook act during this party.

But the woman seemed set on coming with Emma.

"Emma!" Dorthy called out and raced up to her, already three drinks in. She hugged Emma and Emma tried not to fall back from the force of the hug. She hadn't expected the girl to have so much strength in her body. The model pulled back and look at Regina.

"Nice to meet Emma's friend," Dorthy said and lead them towards the bonfire. There were a bunch of young boys and girls there, all drinking. Regina seemed hesitant to be here now, like she had just realized this wasn't her scene.

"Not backing out, are you?" Emma teased and Regina shook her head, bolstering herself.

"No. I can be fun," she repeated haughtily and snatched up a beer that someone stuck at her.

They settled down on some logs by the fire, the girls from the yacht coming up to Emma and chatting with her.

She could see from the corner of her Regina wrinkling up her nose at the topics being discussed with exuberance but she didn't make a nasty comment, smartly sipping on her drink. She spoke when talked to, but didn't contribute much. It wasn't until her tenth beer that she began to loosen up a bit and that's when the dancing began. Everyone in the group starting doing group dances like the YMCA and the laffy taffy. Emma had to teach Regina how to do some of them and they would laugh as their uncoordinated arms and legs stirred up the night air.

Like this, it was easy to think of them as simply people. Like Zelena had stated before to Emma- that Emma needed to see Robin and Regina as people and as not defined by their job positions. And maybe, Emma could see a bit of that tonight.

But too soon it was time for them to leave.

After all the shouting and dancing and laughing around a giant pit of fire, they retire to walking the beach to cool their heads. The sand is cool underfoot and the waves lap so softly against their ears though both can barely hear it over the beating of their hearts.

The bonfire is long behind them, drunken steps taking them far, hands linked together unconsciously. The sea air is crisp against their faces but they do not feel it, only the warm blush of alcohol against their skin and something more.

"I haven't had that much fun in...years," Regina decides as she tosses her head back, taking in the sky with squinted eyes, like the light there is too bright.

"I'm glad you liked it. Got a chance to loosen up."

Here Regina span on her heel so quickly it made the both of them dizzy. She grabbed onto the front of Emma's tank to steady herself. "Yes me too," she said softly. "I'm glad you took me out."

"Even if you bitched and complained about it, madam mayor." Emma teased, licking her lips unconsciously. Regina follows the motion, breathing out a single "yes," before she's diving forward.

They're kissing, a mess of lips and teeth and tongue that has them both groaning in relief. Hands scramble to touch skin, to push clothing aside. They stumble under the press of each other, swaying with the rushing tides.

And this is the reason Emma doesn't drink around Regina, why she rejected her offer of a drink each time. Because with her inhibitions lowered by drink, she can't keep her hands off of Regina. And neither does it seem, can Regina.

They tumble onto the sand, out in plain sight where anyone could see them if they walked this far. But neither of them care. Regina's on top of Emma, straddling her lap and ripping her shirt and bra off and tossing it somewhere into the sand. The moonlight reflects off of her perfect skin, making it shine almost ethereal. Like she is from another world.

Emma doesn't hesitate to lean up and mouth a path to Regina's breasts, sucking up one nipple and kneading the other with skilled fingers despite her inebriation.

Regina's hips jerk and she's so hot through the thin material of her shorts. Emma wants to feel more. So she reverses their positions, pushing Regina into the sand and ripping her pants off. They fall somewhere off to the side as do her panties before Emma is pushing into her, Regina dripping past the stages of foreplay.

Regina's wraps her legs around Emma's back and pulls her in closer. Tugs her like she's afraid to let her go. There is a rawness to this, pure emotions and adrenaline fueling them on. It's almost as if the walls they had built had dissolved between them and left them exposed and ready for their hearts to meet. Emma wanted nothing more in that moment than to have Regina cum, to scream her pleasure out into the air.

"Oh god, oh god!" bursts from Regina's lips as Emma pushes into her, as she kisses up and down her neck and leaves marks that will surely bruise.

"Whose are you?" Emma growls out, barely understanding where this need to claim Regina so ardently is stemming from. She just knows she needs it to happen like she needs air to breathe. Things have never been this intense before and she's almost frightened by the strength of her feelings. Yet, she does not pause to think about it because if she does, Regina won't cum and that is a crime that Emma will not abide. "Whose are you?"

"Yours, Emma, yours," Regina admits in a strangled voice just as she cums hard.

The words fill Emma with immeasurable happiness and she kisses Regina ardently until the woman is breathless and boneless in her arms to show her pleasure at this. And Regina returns the kisses with the same amount of fervor, running her hands through Emma's hair, tugging on it, stroking it. She lowers her lips to Emma's neck, mouthing words that cannot be heard over the swelling of Emma's heart beat.

They suspiciously feel a lot like 'I love you' but that could be her own foolish hopes. Her imagination filling in blanks for her heart.

Instead she focuses on Regina's pleasure again, pushing her down into the sand and bringing her to a peak over and over again until she can't come anymore.

Emma's body is throbbing with arousal but she can't think to take care of it now, not when it's gotten so late and they have to get back home. Some of the liquor has left their bodies, left them tired and spent and ready for bed.

Except when they stumble into the hotel, into the hallway where they lean against each other for too long, and giggle too loud, a voice interrupts them. Popping them from their daze. Disrupting the world that had only been the two of them.

Emma squints but she's able to make out the green shirt robe, the towel covering red hair and those piercing features under a green clay mask. The woman rips one cucumber slice off of each eye. "Some of us are trying to sleep here."

It's Zelena. And naturally, she has a room not far from theirs. Emma can't even be mad about this. Not when she's so happy. She eyes them as Regina and Emma both try to act normal. And like they're not totally drunk. Zelena narrows her eyes at them. "Emma, Regina," she states like she hadn't expected them to be like this. "What are you doing?" She looks down at their conjoined hands and Emma has the cognition left to drop them. Regina doesn't notice.

"Swimming."

"Drinking." They both say at the same time. They look at each other, almost burst out into laughter. They can't get their stories straight. No surprise when they can't even get themselves straight.

"Both. We did both," Emma fills in at last. Mulan peeps her head out of the open door to Zelena's room. She's got her hair in a bun and a sleeping mask on her forehead, pulled up. "Oh, it's you two," she says, like she can't be mad at them for being so loud when it's them.

Zelena sighs. Bites a cucumber slice in anguish. Looks like she doesn't believe them the slightest but relents. "Regina, get your drunken arse into my room. Robin can't see you like this."

"I'm fine, honestly," Regina hiccups a bit. "He won't even notice."

"Yes you will, especially if you smell like a whole brewery was dumped on you," Zelena says, reaching for Regina's hands and already tugging her in. Regina doesn't resist much, not that she can when she looks like she's about to tip over any second. And Emma is in no state to protect her. She almost opens her mouth to talk to Zelena. To invite herself in, but remembers they're fighting right now so she shuts her yap and fumbles in her pocket for a key card.

Zelena's busy with Regina, who keeps looking at Emma who keeps looking at the door, having a hard time swiping her card in.

"God damn it, Regina. You literally have sand everywhere. What the hell did you do? Fuck on the beach?" Zelena screams in annoyance and both Regina and Emma clamp their lips tightly on this. All Emma can hope is that Regina will keep her mouth shut and not give her sister anything. Emma manages her door open and stumbles into the room, not bothering to turn on the lights. She goes inside the bathroom, throws her clothes on the floor and showers, trying to get sand out of everywhere. The shower helps her become a bit more sober and when she finishes, she simply wraps herself up in a robe and chugs a whole bottle of water before she settles down on the bed covers.

Memories of not more than an hour ago flood her mind and she parts her legs, as the arousal that never went away flares to life inside her.

And that night in her bed, as Emma fingers her clit roughly and sobs her way through not one but three orgasms in a row, she realizes that it was the first time Regina had ever called out her name during sex.

There was a monumental shift between them.

How do they go back to being normal after this?

And for once, Emma finally contemplates on how Zelena might actually be right on all those occasions when she's mentioned Regina felt something for Emma. Because tonight, had felt so real. So raw. And Emma knows once the mayor sobers up and realizes what happened between them, things will change forever.