This chapter is written for amywood.581 with the prompt: "Maybe one where Emma catches Regina dancing to a song that she said she hated or something similar?" This is some fluff to follow yesterday :)

Emma was thankful to her father for volunteering to take the afternoon shift at the station. She had been working there nonstop ever since Neal was born, and it was starting to get on Emma's nerves. She had a family of her own to get home to.

Pulling into the driveway of the mansion that she now proudly called home, Emma smiled to herself before getting out of her bug. Regina thought that Emma was going to be at work until the night shift, and had no idea that Emma was currently home.

Emma quietly opened the front door and peeked inside. Thank goodness that she had her own key, or this surprise wouldn't be nearly as fun.

Looking around, Emma smiled when she didn't see Regina anywhere. She thought that she heard a noise coming from the kitchen, so she entered the house and shut the front door softly behind her.

Creeping as silently as possible, Emma headed towards the noise. She stopped in surprise when she heard what song was playing. Regina hated this song.

Emma crept to the entrance to the kitchen and hesitantly peeked around the corner. She quickly covered her mouth to keep from laughing and ruining the moment.

Regina was baking, which wasn't out of the ordinary. But she was also dancing. And singing. To a song that she had once told Emma that she absolutely hated.

Emma watched in amazement as her girlfriend, her very sexy girlfriend, danced around the kitchen while her cookies were baking in the oven.

Emma was going to make her presence known, and then Regina started rapping.

It's Myx Moscato

It's friends in the bottle

It's Nicki full throttle

It's all, all

Swimming in the grotto

We winning in the lotto

We dipping in the pot of blue pho-to

Kidding so good

This drippin' on wood

Get a ride in the engine that could go

Batman Robin it bang, bang, cocking it

Queen Nicki dominate, prominate

It's me, Jessie, and Ari

If they test me they sorry

Riders umph like Harley

Then pull off in this Ferrari

If he hangin' we bangin'

Phone rangin', he slangin'

It ain't karaoke night but get the mic 'cause I'm singing

Emma's jaw dropped. You had to have listened to this song a million times to be able to rap that. And Regina had just done it perfectly.

Spinning around, Regina froze as she saw Emma. "You're home."

"I got off early," Emma said. She was staring at Regina with wide eyes, still utterly amazed at what she had just seen and heard.

"How much of that were you here for?" Regina asked.

"A little before the rapping part I started watching," Emma said. "You have good dance moves."

Regina laughed. "Thanks."

"I thought that you hated that song," Emma teased, leaning against the doorframe.

Regina blushed. "I may have just said that to keep Henry from listening to it."

Emma burst out laughing. "I can't believe that you keep this hidden from him. Do you know how awesome that he would think you are if you rapped like that in front of him?"

"There's a reason I do it when no one's around," Regina said. "Queen's don't rap. It's very unladylike."

"Yeah but you rock at it," Emma said, smirking.

Regina rolled her eyes affectionately before walking to the oven the check on her cookies. "C'mon," Emma pleaded. "At least do it for me when we're home alone."

Regina chuckled. "You really enjoyed that didn't you?"

"You have no idea," Emma said. "It was incredibly sexy."

Regina looked up at the clock. "We have a ten minutes before Henry comes home."

Emma ran over to the iPod on the counter before re-choosing "Bang Bang" on Regina's playlist. "Ten minutes is perfect."

So now I have a huge desire to see Lana rapping. That would be amazing.