This chapter is for Guest with the prompt "Black".

"Why do you always wear black?" Emma asked.

"It's proven that black makes people look skinnier," Regina replied. Emma's jaw dropped. Regina already was skinny enough without the added effect of the dark material.

"You don't need to wear black to look skinny," Emma argued. "You look beautiful enough already."

Regina smiled before leaning down to kiss Emma sweetly on the lips. "Thank you," she said. "But I think I'll stick to my black wearing." She walked into the bathroom carrying her outfit, which of course included black.

Emma bit her lip as she thought of the perfect plan. She was going to show Regina that she didn't need to wear black to look beautiful. Any color would make her look amazing.

Emma knew she was in big trouble. Regina had fallen asleep early the night before, so Emma had taken the opportunity to raid her closet. Every black clothing item was taken away and replaced with color.

"Emma!" Regina yelled. "Where are you?"

Henry laughed as Emma dropped the spoon she was eating with. "What'd you do?" he asked.

"I took away all of her black clothing items," Emma said.

"I would hide," Henry suggested. Emma nodded before quickly running out of the room. Regina came storming downstairs, stopping as she saw only Henry in the kitchen.

"Where is your mother?" Regina growled. Henry knew that fighting his mom was way worse than betraying his ma, so he pointed towards the living room.

Regina marched off. How dare Emma take away her black clothing? Not that she knew the real reason that Regina wore it, but still.

"Emma," Regina said. "You might as well come out. I'll find you eventually."

Emma sighed before coming out of her hiding spot in the closet. "Guess I'm coming out of the closet," she teased.

Regina rolled her eyes. "Where are my black clothes?" she demanded.

"I hid them," Emma said weakly. She shrank down as Regina glared at her.

"Why would you do that?" she asked.

"Because," Emma said. She stood up taller and looked Regina straight in the eyes. "You are beautiful in whatever you wear. And you don't need to wear black to look that way."

Regina dropped her gaze and sighed before sitting down. Emma joined her and wrapped her arms around her. "I should probably tell you why I really wear black," Regina said.

Emma looked at her in confusion. "So it's not to look skinny?"

Regina smiled. "That's part of it, yes. But not the full reason. Black is the color of darkness. Of funerals, and pain. I guess I've just gotten so used to being dark that black is my comfort color."

"But you're not dark anymore," Emma argued.

Regina smiled at her sadly. "I will always be dark," she said. "It's just a part of me."

Emma leaned forward and kissed Regina passionately. Regina sighed as she felt the magic and comfort that happened every time that she and Emma kissed.

"Did you feel that?" Emma asked. Regina nodded. "That's True Love, Regina. True Love conquers darkness every time. You know that."

Regina bit her lip and avoided Emma's gaze. "I do," she mumbled.

Emma smiled gently before grasping Regina's chin, forcing her eyes to meet Emma's. "You are my true love," she said. "And that is stronger than any darkness that you may still have. Plus, if there is still some darkness left, we'll get through it together. Deal?"

"Deal," Regina said. They sealed it with a kiss. "Now give me my clothes back."