"I mean...when I said 'bless you' it was a joke but I had no idea Chartreuse looked like actual snot." Emma pointed out. "Also why are we even considering a green. I was under the impression Chartreuse was a blue or...like a maroon."
"Shows what you know about colours." Regina said as she held up fabric samples against the curtains in the ballroom. "I'm looking at greens for Zelena's maid of honour dress."
"You're making Zelena your maid of honour?" Emma asked. Regina shrugged.
"I figure it's the best way to tell people that we've made amends." she said.
"Oh yeah that makes sense 'my sister and I are cool now so I let her wear a snot coloured dress to my wedding.'" Emma teased.
"It is not snot coloured!" Regina rolled her eyes.
"Seriously though, go for an emerald if she's wearing green, matches her complexion better." the blonde said.
"Well that response was genuinely surprising coming from you, but you have a point." Regina said.
"I make it a point to always keep you pleasantly surprised." Emma teased, wrapping her arms around Regina's waist from behind her and pressing a soft kiss to her neck. "Now how about we go help the kids?"
"Hang on, I need your input." Regina said.
"Things a computer nerd says when she's having sex." Emma joked, getting an eye roll from her fiancée.
"Are you done?" Regina asked.
"Sorry, yes, what is it?" Emma asked, looking at the samples Regina held in her hand.
"Do you like the eggshell, the cream, the linen, or the ivory?" the brunette asked. Emma blinked at the samples, squinting at them for a moment.
"They all look the same."
"They are not." Regina sighed in exasperation.
"Maybe I'm colourblind." Emma shrugged. "They all just look like white."
"They're all some kind of off-white or other." Regina said.
"Well...maybe this one?" she pointed at a random sample.
"The linen?" Regina made a face.
"I don't know." Emma sighed. "Which one do you like?"
"I'm caught between eggshell and ivory." Regina said.
"Go with Ivory." Emma said.
"And what are you basing your decision on?" Regina asked.
Emma shrugged "It sounds fancier."
"That's something, I suppose." Regina put the samples down. "You are not to wear ivory for the wedding I will literally die if you match the tablecloths."
"Well what colour should I wear? It has to be white." Emma shrugged.
"Go for a pearl. Or a powder...or a…" the former queen started snorted in her attempt to hold back a laugh.
"What's so funny?" Emma asked.
"You could go for a…" Regina laughed. "Snow white."
"Just for that one, I'm wearing the same shade of yellow as my bug." Emma threatened. Regina immediately stopped laughing.
"I will literally divorce you five minutes after we get married." she threatened.
"Not so funny now are you?" Emma teased. "Now come on, we have to help the kids."
"Not yet, I want a closer look at that staircase." Regina said.
"Regina!" Emma chided.
"Oh I'm sure they're fine, they would have called us if they needed help." Regina said.
"Are those two ever going to show up?" Henry said as he flipped through another book.
"Don't count on it, I saw mom with table cloth fabric samples." Amorie shrugged. "It's fine we got this."
"Do we though? We've been flipping through the books for an hour." Henry sighed as he put the book in his hands down.
"Maybe we're looking in the wrong place." Amorie said. "Sometimes the answer is right in front of your eyes, so obvious that you don't realise that what you're looking for is staring you dead in the face."
"You think it's in the picture itself?" Henry asked, going over to the table where he left the page on and picking it up, unfolding it to look at the picture of the door.
"I don't know." Amorie sighed. "That's the thing about mysteries, they don't come with hints."
Henry furrowed his brow and gnawed on his lip as he looked at the page in sheer determination. Amorie focused on it as well for a moment before looking away to think, her eye catching the reflection of light bouncing off a keyhole on a desk drawer.
Henry shifted his stance, and the little reflection of light seemed to blink and fade as the page was about an inch farther away. Amorie's brow furrowed at that.
"Henry?" she asked.
"Hmm?" He hummed distractedly.
"Could you step towards that end of the desk?" she asked, pointing towards the end of the desk farther away from the drawer. Her older brother gave her an odd look, but complied silently. The light faded even more, until it was almost gone completely. Amorie looked up at the lighting, investigating whether or not it could be the shadows playing around when Henry moved, but with the chandelier being right above the desk, it would be impossible for her brother's position to affect it at all.
"Come here." she said, stepping behind her brother and manoeuvring him towards the drawer.
"What are you doing?" he asked her, confused by her antics.
"Just listen to me." she said. "I may have found something."
"What?" he asked.
"That drawer, there's a light coming out of it. The further you go away from it with the page, the more it fades...If I'm right, then it should get brighter if you get closer." she explained, positioning Henry right in front of the desk and taking the page, holding it out so the image was towards the drawer before giving it to him to hold it up.
The light from the keyhole shone brighter, like someone had left a lit torch inside the drawer.
"That's it!" Henry said. "Amorie you're a genius!"
"Tell me something I don't know." she shrugged and chuckled as he went to the drawer and opened it, pulling out a small, old-looking key.
"Did you know you're a brat sometimes?" Henry teased. She mock-gasped and frowned.
"I'm telling moms!" she threatened.
"Oh please." He rolled his eyes in Regina-like fashion. "I bet they're trying to sneak into the bedroom while we're up here bickering."
"No way, I would know if they were." Amorie shook her head.
"Gross. How?" Henry asked. His sister shrugged.
"Their magic gets stronger when they're getting it on." she said. "As I grow up they find ways to block it, I think mom learns a magic blocking spell that they put up around their room, it also sound proofs their room."
"Why would they need to-" Henry was about to ask before he realised the answer to his own question. "Gross. Don't answer that."
"But they don't currently know how to do it, they learn it in about a year or so. I could tell if they start kissing and making out let alone if they get it on." she said.
"Ugh, could you stop phrasing it like that?" he cringed. "And I feel bad for you."
"Why?" Amorie asked.
"Because they've been downstairs for an hour talking about their wedding. And present you may be too young to remember or care, but every time they talk about their wedding they get all lovey dovey and into each other and they start making out and I nearly walked in on them doing it on the dining room table once because they were tasting cake samples. Pretty sure ma tried to eat one off of mom's chest." Henry cringed again.
"Yeah. Ew." Amorie made a face of disgust.
"Trust me right now, their hands are probably itching to be all over each other." Henry said.
"Well let's go get them and tell them we found the key before they-" Amorie froze and groaned. "Eugh."
"They just started making out, didn't they?" Henry asked.
"Let's hurry before they get naked and I start shooting off sparks like a faulty fuse box."
"The library is upstairs right?" Regina said as they walked through the hallway of the first floor to the second staircase.
"Yeah." Emma said, looking at a door curiously. She stopped walking, and Regina was pulled back by their connected hands.
"Emma?" she asked curiously.
"Hold up a second." she said, going towards the door. Regina inspected it carefully. It was large, about as tall as the others in the mansion, but this one was a double door in the middle of the first floor, making the room seem...important.
"You said we have to go help the kids." Regina reminded her.
"We will, I just wanna take a look." the blonde said as she pushed down the handle and pushed the door open. She peeked inside. "Woah…"
"Emma?" Regina said as the sheriff walked into the room.
"Regina come in here, look at this!" her fiancée urged her. The mayor sighed and stepped inside, looking around to find that she was standing in...the master bedroom.
"Oh my God." she said softly. "It's beautiful."
A floor to ceiling bay window, a fireplace in front of an antique chaise lounge, and to top it all off, a four poster canopy bed with curtains around it. All standing on pristine floor boards and accented with white shag rugs in front of the chaise and under the bed.
"Yeah…" Emma said distantly. "It really is."
Regina raised a brow at the way her fiancee sounded so far-off and deep in thought and looked at her. "Emma?"
"I just…" a small smile graced her features. "It just kinda dawned on me that the next time we come into this room…"
Emma turned to look at her, her eyes bright and excited and so full of emotion that it nearly knocked Regina off her feet. "...You'll be my wife."
Regina's heart nearly leapt out of her chest, and her eyes suddenly turned dark and lustful, and before Emma knew it, her fiancée's lips were pressed up against hers in a blur of heat and passion, her hands all over her wantonly.
The blonde felt herself being pushed back towards the bed by Regina, until her heels hit the footboard. But she pushed back, getting a confused groan come from the brunette and making her pull away.
"What's wrong?" Regina asked, breathless.
"Not the bed." Emma shook her head, leaning in and kissing Regina deeply again. "I wanna save that one for the wedding."
"Emma I am not having sex on the floor." Regina said.
"The chaise." Emma suggested, pushing her jacket off of her shoulders and letting it drop on the floor before she loosened the tie-up belt around Regina's coat. She pulled the garment open and slid her arms around the brunette's waist from inside, Regina pushing it off of herself and letting it fall as her lips met Emma's with a smile while the blonde pulled her closer, lifting her off the floor just a little bit. Regina wrapped her arms around Emma's neck as the younger woman carried them towards the Chaise, sitting Regina down on it gently and kissing her deeply.
Regina's hands fell to Emma's hips and pulled her closer, until Emma's waist was being pressed against the brunette's, getting them to moan at the friction in the most delicious of places.
"God…" Emma moaned as regina's lips found that special little spot on her neck. "Do you ever feel like…like when we get going it's like electricity is shooting all over the place?"
"It's the magic." Regina sighed. "I swear if we don't figure out how to suppress it one day one of us is going to get pregnant again."
"At least this time it won't involve you throwing me against the wall and tying me up with vines." Emma chuckled.
"Wanna bet?"
"God I love your kinky side." Emma moaned as Regina's hands slowly made their way down her front, caressing and teasing her way to the button of Emma's jeans before she unfastened them and slipped her hand inside, bypassing the waistband of Emma's cotton panties and past soft, blonde curls, dipping her middle finger between the wet folds and finding that stiff bud that begged for her attention, getting a soft moan from the blonde above her.
The lights flickered above them as Regina added some more pressure from her fingers. Emma didn't notice, and Regina didn't much care. It was common for that to happen during their more passionate moments, and their emotions were running high like they alway did when they talked about the wedding.
"Regina…" Emma said, moving her hips so that Regina's fingers inched closed to where the blonde needed her most. Regina was about to oblige, bringing her lips closer to Emma's as she moved her hand forward when suddenly…
Bang bang bang.
"Moms!" Amorie shouted, sounding infuriated.
"Son of a bitch." Emma groaned as Amorie threw the door open and stepped inside. Regina looked at her wide eyed. Her hair was...massive. And it looked like it had been attacked by an army of balloons.
"Amorie?!" she exclaimed. One of the lightbulbs in the chandelier above them suddenly burst and Emma jumped, rolling off of Regina and landing on her ass on the shag rug.
"Ow…" Emma groaned. "What the fuck."
"We never got that far." Regina rolled her eyes.
"Tell me about it." Emma said, pouting at her daughter in a demand of an explanation.
"Your magic. The same magic that made me? It sends me haywire when you guys do...that." she made a face.
"So it's not because your hair is full of secrets?" Emma asked.
"I hate you."
"You remember that the next time you see me changing one of your diapers." Emma rolled her eyes and stood up, carefully holding her jeans up so they wouldn't fall and make the whole thing even more awkward.
"Enough, you two." Regina sighed. "Amorie...is this really what happens every time your mother and I…"
"Sometime in the next year or so you learn to suppress it." Amorie sighed. "Clearly you haven't yet."
"Clearly." Henry said. "I could put a bag of popcorn on her head right now and it'd do a better job than mom's new microwave."
"Dude I keep telling you, do not use the popcorn button on that thing." Emma said, getting a shrug from her son.
"Junk food aside." Regina rolled her eyes. "How do we learn how to suppress it?"
"How the hell should I know, I was a baby when you guys did it." Amorie shugged.
"Sounds to me like we didn't do it that much at all." Emma rolled her eyes.
"I like this about as much as you do. I did not feel like knowing my parents were getting it on while we were looking for the key." Amorie shot back.
"Which we found, by the way." Henry held the key up. Regina gasped and grinned at them.
"Well done!" she said, coming up to Henry and giving him a kiss on the head.
"Mom!" he whined. She waved him off and moved to do the same to Amorie.
"Mom don't-"
"Ow." Regina pulled her hands back as she got shocked by her daughter's hair.
"Last time that happened, I got a concussion." Emma rolled her eyes.
"Don't remind me. Most stressful moment of my life." Regina rolled her eyes.
"And saving my life was…" Amorie trailed off.
"Literally the same moment." Regina scoffed. "Henry, grab your sisters arm."
"Uhhh okay?" Henry said, his hand closing around Amorie's wrist. Suddenly, her hair fell back into place as if it was never disturbed. "Oh yeah. I forgot about that."
"Ugh, thank God." Amorie said. "Thanks big bro."
"De Nada." He smiled at her.
"Good. Now I can do this." Regina said, hugging her daughter and kissing her on the cheek, leaving a lipstick stain behind.
"Mom!" Amorie whined in a very similar fashion to Henry.
"Come on, let's get home so we can release the author and get him to send us to the future." Regina said. Henry and Amorie each gave her a determined nod and left the room to head back to Emma's car. Regina was about to follow them when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, babe...about that suppressing thing…" Emma said, Regina looked back at her and smirked.
"I'll start looking through my spell books."
"God I love you."
"I don't blame you." Regina sauntered out of the room, teasingly swaying her hips, knowing Emma was following her dutifully.
"Hey uh, what are we going to tell Izzy about the light bulb?" Emma asked. Regina snapped her fingers and Emma heard glass shards moving behind her. "But will the light bulb work now?"
"Nope."
"You're going to blame maintenance aren't you?"
"Yep."
A/N: Thanks for reading! Please review and let me know what you think!