16/11/17
She was tired. Her back drenched in an ache she didn't have the means to cure because her head was pounding with a formidable migraine and her hands were already busy in working to massage her temples free from its imprisoning drum beat. They'd been filming for what felt like hours now, and each minute was demanding on her fragile state, worsening by the second. All she'd wanted was to just crawl up into a ball and sleep for the rest of eternity. Just do anything to relive herself from some of this damned stress.
Nothing seemed to be going particularly well for her, or for the entire cast in actuality. Especially their director, who hadn't been all that pleased when a scene that should have taken them a couple of hours to shoot had taken half a day, grunting out his demands and forcing out false encouragements through a thick tongue.
The actress sighed out her frustration. Feeling the breath leave every inch of her in an attempt to better her mood. Trying to keep her cool in the public eye as she stormed with heavy steps back to her trailer. Smiling a weak smile at fans who all screamed for her attention, and to the remaining cast and crew who slumped around the set. Stinking of the exact same energy Regina had been radiating, refusing to even acknowledge one another's presence because no one was in any mood to even try and start time wasting conversation.
Out of view and out of reach of anyone who could possibly even want to talk to her right now (which would have been the stupidest mistake on their behalf when Regina was in such a mood) she stomped into her trailer. Her eyes closed and her muscles relaxed, even if only slightly, as she fell almost instantly into the door frame after hearing it click shut.
"You know, you really should keep your trailer door locked," Regina jumped at the apparent presence in the room. Eyes scanning over to see an all to familiar blonde lounging around on the couch, one leg hanging over the edge and the other propped up at an angle against the back. She looked cosy. At home. Comfortable in that baby blue jumper Regina was sure she had never seen before. A jumper that barely even clung to the top half of her body, revealing so much skin that Regina had wanted to see-
She groaned out a sigh, stopping herself from exploring the woman anymore and halting the impure thoughts that impatiently started dominating her mind. All she'd wanted was a single second alone, a small moment that she could call her own and yet, even that seemed like such an impossible thing to ask for.
"What are you doing here," she snapped. Feeling the anger boiling in the tips of her words. Her hand falling out of its fist and motioning towards the state Emma had found herself in. The blonde was smirking. Her head flopping to the side and her curls waterfalling beside her in the movement. Her hands had been clumsily knotted on her stomach as she propped herself up on an elbow. She didn't seem phased by Regina's mood in the slightest. Eyes raking down the pant suit costume Regina was still wearing.
The two hadn't spoken since, well since the incident. Incident was what Regina had decided to call it, settling between accident or incident. Never mistake. Because then there was only guilt to replace the memories, and sickness and an unkept feeling of hatred that would boil like poisoned stew in her stomach.
"I never even realised until I saw you in person," Emma interrupted, clearly in another thought, hand scaling the apparel Regina wore. Still not budging from her position on the couch. "Dressed like her."
"Excuse me?" Regina hadn't the energy to move either, so everything just seemed so uncomfortably still in the smallish trailer.
"Madam Mayor," Emma paused. Smiling a wide grin."She's quite sexy," the blonde spoke with an added easiness. Her voice husking out the words and teasing with the character in her mind. Teeth biting down onto her unpainted lips as her eyes hungrily ate every inch of the brunette as if she were a five-course meal.
"What-"
"Uh uh. I'm talking."
"Miss Swan-"
But Emma was already standing. Taking careful steps towards the still unmoving brunette. Her eyes pinning her like prey caught in a trap.
The trailer wasn't big. And the space between them was suddenly the smallest it had ever been. Emma was still a good distance away, but the walls were closing in on them and suddenly the blonde was only metres away from morphing into one person. Regina was breathless. She swallowed, but she couldn't breathe. She didn't know if it was the holding glare Emma had on her, or the fact that she knew exactly what the blonde was planning to do once she had physical hold of her.
She should be angrier. She should be screaming at her to get out. She shouldn't be so desperately needy and wanting. Not after the incident anyway. Not after she'd finally let some layers scrape away, not after she'd felt the blonde etch a staining mark right into her soul, a hideously beautiful mark she couldn't quite scrub away if she tried.
But all she could feel was want, she wanted Emma. She wanted Emma to take hold of her, to do whatever Emma wanted to do. She didn't want to be in control anymore, and if the prowling strut Emma had approached her with was anything to go by, she knew she wouldn't have to be.
"I wish I could see you like this every day," the blonde purred, her voice only an echo of what it had been before as a new sensation started to grip at her words. She stopped just in front of Regina. Enough space between them to fit a book at max, but close enough that Regina could smell the faint concoction of cinnamon and coffee as it glittered through her senses. She swallowed past the lump that was forming like coal in her throat.
"What do you want Emma," she wasn't even surprised to hear the breathy kind of nervousness shaking her words. Squeezing her lips shut so to stop anything embarrassing from escaping.
"You know what I want, Regina."
Emma was closer now, her breath ghosting Regina's lips. Her chest heaved and her eyes searched for anything else to look at.
The brush of cold fingers against her chin sent a whirlwind of shock to spin in her stomach as her breath hitched in her throat at the icy feeling as it melted the heat coursing through her cheeks. She gripped onto anything she could. Her hand kneading into the counter behind her as she backed up into it. Emma following easily with that same hungry smirk on her lips, continuing to devour every last morsel of Regina.
She welcomed the chill that Emma brought with her, as fingertips danced slowly down her jaw and made their way to the nape of her neck. Leaving a rash of heat in their wake and starting a fire in the pit of Regina's stomach. There was so much swimming in the bottle green eyes as they darkened with arousal. As they lapped up the want that bled so obviously through every shaky breath Regina let out.
"Emma, this isn't-"
Emma shushed her, lifting a finger to press on her lips. The sea green eyes momentarily disappearing under eyelids as they fluttered shut. Still moving all the closer till their bodies meshed into one.
Regina immediately complied to the almost silent command and shut right up.
"Stop thinking," she hushed out. Emma had never sounded like this before. Regina had never heard her like this before. So full of want. So full of desire and burning with so much arousal. She couldn't get enough off this new Emma, she never wanted it to end so she did as she was told. Keeping her mouth shut as Emma's hands snaked and threaded through the dark locks on Regina's head. Fisting and pulling at the strands until Regina's neck was stretched out enough that she could feel the sun's light grazing her skin like sprinkles. Emma groaned before surging forwards with enough force that it caused Regina to slam further back into the side of the counter, the sharp edge cutting through the jacket she wore and compelling a whine of pleasure to slip through her lips. The pain mixed with her arousal only made her all the more needy for the blonde.
Emma was sucking and nipping and licking along the nape of her neck, up and down her jaw. All across the chest that Regina had exposed through the shimmery shirt she had on. Kissing just above the swell of breasts, teasing just enough to make Regina moan louder.
Tanned hands found themselves wrapping the blonde tighter into her space. One fisting in blonde curls and the other pulling at the small of her back. Trying with every ounce of her strength to close even the smallest of gaps between them. And Emma was happy to oblige, thrusting further into Regina until she'd found the will to sneak a knee in-between Regina's thighs. The warmth she felt at the new contact with the older woman's core sent another groan to envelope the breathlessness between them.
Emma finally pulled up©, looking down to the marks she'd made and smiling proudly at the claim she had on the woman. Eyes being drawn to Regina's as the woman stood breathless and wobbly in her arms. Knowing that if she were to let go the actress would fall all the way down to the floor.
Her hands had warmed incredibly since they'd first laid touches on Regina, and now they were scraping down the shirt, purposely making sure to sketch more marks than necessary down her back. Only stopping once they'd gripped and cupped the brunette's ass. She fit so perfectly in her hands as she lifted Regina up to sit on the counter. Feeling lighter now that the brunette wasn't clinging onto her for dear life, but not even for one second hesitating before pushing right up into the actress's space once more.
Regina's hands scrambled around Emma's body, finally resting on her clothed chest and bunching up the material in her fists, if only to pull her closer. They shared a smile, but the brunettes faltered more so than the blonde below her as her desires and her needs were funnelling through her entire body, until she was pulsing with enough arousal that she thought she might explode.
Emma's tongue was back on her in an instant. Dampening the hot skin beneath it and Regina couldn't help but let a desperate kind of groan run through the air between them.
"Emma…pl-please," Regina hated how stuttery her words had become, and how uneven her breathing had puffed out in between talking. But she hated herself even more so for letting Emma take such a firm hold on her entire being in such a short second.
"You seem stressed babe," Emma's voice was muffled as she continued to press kisses down Regina's chest. Scraping her teeth over the skin. Her breath was still warm against her, melting through Regina and dripping straight to her core. "You should relax-"
"Then…for gods sake Emma h-help me…oh," Regina couldn't voice anymore as Emma's nimble fingers slid beneath her shirt to pull at the cup of her laced bra, toying with the already hardened nipple and pinching it just enough to gain a gasped kind of moan that played like a song directly into the blonde's ear. The other hand danced circles up Regina's thigh, reaching the top and stopping frustratingly close to the place Regina needed her most. She ducked her head into the gap between Emma's shoulder and neck, her hands feeling their way up Emma's back. Laying to rest on her shoulders and denting the milky skin below it.
"I think that might be my new favourite sound," Emma mused as Regina continued to moan for more. Still pinching and stroking and letting out her own groans as Regina bit furiously into the skin she had exposed. Hissing into her ear at the contact.
Emma pulled her hand free from Regina's shirt lifting the brunette from her shoulder so that the two could share a look.
This somehow felt more tender than the moments leading up. Emma slowly lifting Regina's chin and pulling her close enough so that their breath was battling in the open space. It all went in slow motion. Emma's lips crashing against Regina's moving slowly and in unison at first until Regina felt the swipe of something hot against her closed lips. Opening them within an instant and moaning into the new sensation of the Emma's tongue against her own. The moan only caused Emma to grip tighter on the thigh she had to hand. Going back to roll a nipple between her fingers on the other. They rocked in unison to a beat only they could hear.
Regina bit down onto Emma's lip, pulling it with her as she backed away slightly. Receiving a primal kind of growl from the blonde and another kiss that seemed needier than the first.
"Regina," Emma moaned out, smiling into the kiss. Regina smiled back at the sound of her name being said with that much pleasure. "Regina," Emma said again, this time it was a little less moany than the first, but Regina hadn't let it phase her mood too much.
Then Emma pulled back completley. Her doughy and arousal filled expression not matching the way she said her name for the third time. Sounding more like a command than a needy kind of beg.
"Regina wake up," Emma said through a sultry kind of smile. That was certainly unexpected, and it really didn't sound like Emma's voice-
But then Regina was bolt upright. No longer being held by the blonde and instead alone in her bed. Strong arms replaced by the silk sheet tangled around her, a hand between her thighs and her breath heaving heavily in her chest. A rap at the door made her jump more so than when she'd woke from her dream.
"Regina answer the door," her mother called out with an anger tinging her tone. Regina's eyes fluttered shut. She removed her hand from where it had snaked through the sheets. Ignoring just how wet she was and instead shaking the messy thoughts from her mind. She felt absolutely disgusting, and having her mother stood just metres away put a damper on her mood and it soon forced the pulse radiating from her core to finally disperse into nothing. At least for the time spent being distracted with whatever it was her mother had wanted.
"Regin-" her mother was standing at her door with her hands glued to her hips and her mouth trying to form the last syllable of the name she hadn't been allowed to finish. "You're up," she added, with a convincing confidence. The brunette nodded her head, physically holding back an eye roll. The two stood just a step apart. Her mother's smile verging on a sneer as she looked down to the night dress Regina was wearing. For a second longer there was an unnerving silence between them, until Cora finally snapped her eyes back to Regina's. "I'm leaving."
"Now?"
"Is there an issue?"
"No, I just hadn't realised you'd meant right this second."
"It was implied dear." She gestured down to her, definitely, oversized case. So her mother did pass a few things down the line then, her abilities, or rather, her lack of ability to pack a sensible amount of clothes had defiantly been passed down a generation.
Regina bit down on her bottom lip to stop the frown that was itching at the flesh from appearing. "Have you said goodbye to Henry?" there was a hidden joy under the brunette's words that her mother obviously heard, for her smile tightened and her fists clamped harder at her sides.
"He's not awake."
"Well neither was I."
Cora sighed, un-fisting her hands and rocking her head forwards as a small laugh escaped through the hair that ran with the movement. "I thought you would have appreciated my leave," Regina stayed silent. Crossing her arms across her chest as she waited for a follow up insult. "But you were always too stubborn for your own good," she added. Looking back up to Regina with an expectancy for her to continue.
The brunette sighed, loudly. "Why are you leaving so abruptly?" she asked, even if she didn't care for the answer.
"Mal and I have some business to attend to, it's actually one of the reasons we had to host our little get together early this year."
Regina stiffened, tensed at the name but steeled her expression after a moment of processing the image. Cora saw the shift, she most defiantly saw the shift because her eyes caught the rigidness in her daughters' movements, and they beamed in on the anger Regina had tried so hard to hide.
"You should drop into the office sometime. I'm sure Mal would love a catchup."
Regina's lips curled at the edges, almost forming a snarl. Almost.
"I'm busy."
"Well she'll be here for a few weeks at least, a couple months at max."
Regina stayed silent for a second, trying to contain the anger boiling in a hot stew.
"Did you need me to walk you out?"
"No, I think I remember where the door is," Cora cocked her head to the side, giving a smile that all but told Regina how pathetic her mother thought she was. A pity smile if you looked hard enough. "You should get some more rest, you look like you need it."
Her mother smiled a sickly-sweet smile at that, stalking off down the stairs (with an obvious struggle with the bag she had to hand, even though she'd tried to mask her difficulties in an added easiness to her step) and out of the door until the only remains were the ominous footsteps she left behind in the silence.
Regina slammed her door shut, cringing at the echo and regretting the decision instantly for fear of waking her son that lay sleeping only a few meters away. She stayed still for a few moments in preparation for the sound of tiny feet scampering along the hallway, but after hearing nothing but the continued silence that followed her mother's exit, she raced back to the confinements of her sheets. Sliding into the warmth and picking up her phone from its bed on the table beside her. She looked to the time, it was seven thirty. Because of course her mother had decided to leave at seven fucking thirty.
"carajo"
Her decision to open up the blue bird on her phone sent a chilling kind of heat to nervously sweat through her palms, and her back and her head and every part of her that was able to produce the nerve induced warmth.
Somehow, she'd forgotten about the actual incident from last night, and instead her memories were replaced from that of the dream. The dream she should have never dreamed, the dream she really wished she wasn't still thinking about and the dream she thought might be more of a hideous nightmare in disguise.
She'd also somehow forgotten about the photographer catching a snapshot of her dreams most desired actor, the blonde she'd hoped to have never thought about in such a way again was all over her timeline. Fortunately, the picture wasn't indecent, nor was it a humiliating capture of the actress falling into Regina's well-trimmed bush-
Awful phrasing Regina, try again.
Nor was it a humiliating capture of the blonde falling into the bushes Regina had payed so much to keep looking neat and healthy.
A little better, but perhaps let's try and keep thoughts as far from the gutter as possible.
The brunette worried on her bottom lip, denting the flesh until it bled and licking at the wounds to soothe its sudden pain. But she almost felt she deserved it for being so recklessly stupid. For being so inhumanely stupid.
She was thinking about all the wrong things, worrying about whether the picture of Emma was decent or not was beyond the whirlwind of problems she should have been thinking about. She should have been focusing on the backlash this would have on the both of them. Possibly more so on Emma, with Killian and all.
And then Regina felt all the more guilty, a different kind of guilty. She hadn't planned on it happening, she hadn't planned on any of this happening, she hadn't even planned on being her damned friend. But here she was, having dirty dreams and crushes on an idiotic blonde. Crushes that definitely were not crushes but were also definitely crushes if you asked Zelena.
Emma Swan was caught in the flash of a camera leaving the mansion, no, scratch that. Storming from the mansion in a bout of guilty rage. The same feeling Regina could feel in her stomach, and in the worsening drum beat in her head. But then her rage was inadvertently being directed at the actress in the picture.
How could she be so ignorant in thinking no one would have caught her appearance. How leaving with such abruptness would make things any better. Regina was so angry with her for being so stupid, for…well for…for nothing in particular. She sighed. She was just as much to blame. If not more so. And there was not a lot they could do now, because if their situation was already awkward (which if definitely was) it was going to be a whole lot worse now.
And she really wasn't sure on what she should do. Because messaging Emma was out of the question.
Well…unless Emma decided to message first…god damnit Regina get over yourself. She wasn't some lovesick puppy that only messaged her crush when her crush messaged first. And, Emma wasn't her crush. Emma was far from being her crush. She was anything but her crush. She was the complete opposite to whatever it was Regina wanted. She was clumsy, and messy, and selfish, and kind, and warm, and she was good with Henry and she had a smile that could just end every war and her eyes, her eyes had a home in them that Regina wanted to get comfortable in-
No.
That was the panic talking, the adrenaline of the situation was making her high with anticipation and dizzy with nerves and she was confused. Emma swan was not only, a taken woman, but also a major inconvenience, and she was keeping secrets and being all mysterious and not for any of the right reasons (if there were any right reasons for anyone to be secretive).
And then it hit Regina again. Emma was taken, not just taken but engaged. And not even engaged to someone Regina could grow to maybe not hate, it was someone she knew she would always hate. And someone Emma should hate too. And maybe part of her did, maybe she did hate Killian. Maybe she was trapped, and she needed help.
And then Regina felt worse, because instead of offering that help, like a decent human being, she'd tried to kiss her. Taken advantage of her fragile state and tried to kiss her. That was the last thing she'd have expected of herself.
But perhaps it wasn't. Perhaps her mother was right, she was stubborn and selfish and hateful and arrogant and that's exactly why she should settle for someone that could push all that aside and just maybe love her for who she was.
Using the word love in the same sentence that described her relationship as settling felt off, it felt wrong. But she knew it was most probably right. She knew it's what was going to be easiest. And without Emma to talk her down from this ledge of impossible decisions (because she'd very well fucked that up) it was definitely better. Maybe then she could get over this weird, crush.
She shivered at the thought of it all, of everything she was thinking. It all made her cringe and it all made her bite harder on the flesh she'd captured till it bled out onto her tongue.
She did want to message Emma, she wanted to make sure she was okay, she wanted to ask if she'd seen the picture, or the tweets, or the low rent news articles that had already started buzzing with conspiracy theories. She wanted to know if Killian had seen. If he'd said anything…or done anything-
"IT'S MORNING!" Henry was crying out with a smile on his cheeks and a hug in his arms, wrapping them around his mother in a warm embrace that shook the brunette back into the reality of her life. Reminding her that there was no time to mope around.
"Good morning my little prince," she beamed back, tightening the squeeze she had on him until his wheezing laughter stopped so he could beg for release. "Why are you up so early?" she asked once he'd backed away a little, still curled in her lap like the baby she wished he still was.
"Grandma woke me up when she started yelling at her suitcase for being too heavy," he whined, rolling his eyes but let a cheeky little smile form. Regina let out a sigh that fell into a laugh. "Did she leave?" he asked, a hopefulness in his voice that was all too familiar to Regina.
"Yes, she had some boring business to do," she rolled her eyes to match his expression, faking a yawn. She saw him trying to supress the smile that was tight on his lips, tickling at his ribs till he was squirming off her lap and landing in the space beside her. The two lay side by side, an arm flung over her sons' body as he shuffled ungracefully into the sheets.
"Did Emma like the party?"
Regina swallowed the sickness she felt rising in her throat.
"Yes," she faked a smile. The arm that was once limp around her son tensed ever so slightly at the lie.
"That's good. I knew she would," he yawned. A real yawn. "I like her."
"I know mijo," Regina sighed out, taking advantage of the eyes that were no longer on her as they fluttered shut, letting the frown glitter her expression.
"No but, I really like her. Shes like you…but cool," he was smiling as he joked. That mischievous kind of tired grin that just melted any of the bad thoughts Regina had been thinking previous to this moment.
"Watch what you're saying young man," Regina teased back, jabbing a finger at his ribs, to which he lazily tried to move away. But instantly moved back in to snuggle close to the brunette.
Regina morphed herself into the embrace. Taking a deep breath before pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Henry's head. "She is cool." She whispered back softly.
18/11/17
Zelena was across from her, waving her hands around her head in a way she usually did whenever she'd found something to rant about. Her hair flaming in its fiery glory in the shining glow that was lighting the kitchen, Regina was dropping in and out of conversation. Eyeing Henry who was mapping out a giant fifty-piece dinosaur puzzle in the foyer. Tongue poking out the corner of his downturned lips as he tried to figure it all out. The red head noticed her lack of audience participation in the story she'd been telling. Rolling her eyes as she continued to elaborate the ending a little.
"And then a giant spider came flying down out of absolutely nowhere and ate everyone. It was an entire bloodbath," (just elaborating a little) Zelena's head was snapping between the two Mill's in front of her, catching the lingering gaze Regina had on her son, and the glossy stain in her eyes. "I could literally be saying anything right now," she stated, snorting at the absolute ignorance of her not so conversational company. "Regina," she waved a hand in front of the actress, cocking an eyebrow and waiting for a response. "Do you even listen to me anymore, because I swear, I'm better off talking to a brick wall," she mumbled half-heartedly, taking a sip of the tea she had left to go cold and scrunching her nose up in distaste.
Regina's eyes followed the beckoning gesture, meeting Zelena's sad gaze once more. She sighed out, hunching more so over the counter so that her head was flopping over. "I'm sorry Zee," Regina hushed out. "I've been an awful friend I know," she muttered. Hands going to rub at her temples.
"I can't argue with that," she smiled, puffing out her cheeks as she further inspected the brunette who slumped defeatistly across from her. "But I can't really blame you when you've got all this god-awful girl drama," she laughed out, taking another sip of the drink, but scrunching her face back up after being reminded of its icy taste. Pushing it away from her, so she wouldn't make the same mistake a third time.
The vibrations bled into the headache that Regina was certain was just a constant pressure now. "I don't have girl drama," she grumbled into the palms of her hands. "I don't have anything."
"Way to lighten the mood," Zelena scoffed, Regina released her head from its hold, looking back to expecting eyes.
"I didn't mean it like that."
Zelena took in a breath, smiling that same knowing smile she always seemed to wear whenever Emma was brought up in conversation.
"What happened at the party?" she asked, almost innocently. Almost. For the plotting grin she wore was anything but innocent. Regina stayed silent. Steeling her expression and forcing her lips into a thin line. "Oh, come on Regina. I think it would be better for you to get it all out," Regina still remained mute. Looking back to Henry who had formed a great deal of the puzzle since she'd last looked. "Alright fine, I'm being nosy. Just tell me."
Regina huffed out a groan, rolling her eyes in the same motion and praying for something. Anything to come distract the both of them from this conversation.
"Nothing happened."
Zelena wore a frown that told Regina she didn't buy her lazy reply one bit.
"I'm being serious, nothing happened. And that's probably the worst part," (it definitely wasn't the worst of it all) she moaned, pulling at her hair so that it would sit (for longer than five damned seconds) behind her ear. Zelena sat still, waiting for a further explanation, ogling her with the upmost interest. Regina sighed again. "We had a fight," she started, but then thought back, "Well not a fight fight, but anyway we…" she stopped, letting a breathy kind of sigh slip from her lips. "We spoke a bit, about…" she eyed Zelena, wanting to keep parts of the story for herself, "…things…and then she hugged me and it was all just a mess because we very nearly…" she looked to Henry, to make sure he wasn't secretly listening in, but she found him still grossly invested in the puzzle on the floor, but she still lowered her voice into a whisper. "We very nearly kissed. And the worst part is I don't regret it. But I feel so stupidly awful about it. And no before you ask, we haven't spoken since," she held her palm out to Zelena as she saw a spiked interest in the ending of her story light in the red head's eyes.
"I knew it," she beamed, shrieking with delight. Regina scrunched her nose up at the excitement in her friend. How could she be so happy about something so dreadful? "That really is excellent news Regina!"
"And what about any of this could be considered excellent?" she sniped through a bitter tongue. Anger boiling back inside of her dreamlike mind.
"Well this in between part right now, that's not what's excellent," Zelena laughed out, shrugging her shoulders lazily. "But this is a real step in the right direction," she added with an easy hopefulness.
Regina disregarded the comment with an eye roll, standing to take the cold drinks left in front of them to the sink.
"Speak of the devil!"
Regina turned in an instant, eyeing the device Zelena had taken into her hands and silently commanding for it to slip into her own possession.
"Oh, well, not directly," she added, her cheeks paling as she handed the phone to the brunette who stood frozen in her spot by the sink. At her own pace she took the phone, looking down to see a message from Emma. Her heart raced a little faster in her chest and her cheeks warmed at the missed presence in her life. But then she read a little further and saw that she'd been given false hope. And in fact, the one person she'd wanted to message hadn't messaged her at all. It was Killian. Killian on Emma's phone, messaging Regina. On Emma's phone.
E: I don't want to have to keep reminding you that Emma is still mine, Regina.
It didn't say his name, he hadn't signed it off. But there was an ominous presence lingering in the words and Regina didn't need his signature to know it was him.
She didn't know if it was wise to reply or not. But she wanted to take any opportunity to message Emma, even if it happened to be indirectly.
And she hated how Killian referred to Emma as his, like he owned her. Her eyes met Zelena's, she could see the red head was about to say something, but she didn't care to hear it, and already found her fingers working at the keyboard in a reply.
R: She's a human being Killian. Not a possession. And it was never my intention on making her 'mine.' Nor should it be yours.
E: It's not a wise decision to get smart now. Just stay away from Emma, it's really not that hard.
Regina was half way through a reply when Zelena came out of nowhere and snatched the phone from her grasp.
"You should get out the house. Clear your head."
Regina bit down on her lip. Furrowing her brows together as her arms laced across her body.
"I should say something," she mumbled through a thin-lipped frown. Zelena looked down with sympathy, reaching an arm out to hold Regina.
"Anything you say is just going to make it so much worse for her right now," she whispered in reply, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You need to think about it first."
"Mom, I think there's a piece missing," Henry came forward, scratching his head and looking back to the incomplete puzzle on the floor. Regina felt a sigh envelope her chest. "Do you think we can find it?" There was a pause.
"I hope so."