So does anybody else think that Lana Parrilla is like, the sexiest woman alive? Because same.
Regina walked into the bedroom and stopped short upon seeing Emma on the bed, flipping through Henry's storybook. "What in the world are you doing?"
"I'm admiring a certain beautiful woman," Emma said, holding up the book. It was turned to the page of Regina storming into the room, successfully crashing Snow and David's wedding.
Regina reached forward and grabbed the book, closing it quickly. "Why are you looking at those?"
"Why shouldn't I?" Emma asked. "It's just a drawing of you."
"As the Evil Queen," Regina said. "My goal is to put the past behind me and move forward, but I can't when my future is digging up my past."
"I'm not digging up your past," Emma said. "It's written down for everyone to read."
"That's not the point," Regina said. "The point is that I don't like you or Henry reading this book."
"Why not?" Emma asked. "It's not like we don't already know the stories."
"You know the stories provided to you," Regina said. "There are missing stories in this book that are important to each person in it. But there's only so much room for writing."
"If you're implying that they need to cut the pictures, I'm going to stop you right there," Emma said. "The pictures are my favorite part."
Regina looked at her in confusion. "Why? That's not even the story."
"Because I don't know if you've noticed, but those Evil Queen dresses are extremely sexy," Emma said. "And I can't help but look at the pictures and wish that you were wearing those all of the time."
"They wouldn't be appropriate to wear in front of Henry," Regina said. "The point of them was to be seductive. That's how I got what I wanted."
"I can imagine," Emma said. "But since Henry isn't home, how about a little game of dress-up?"
Regina smirked before holding out the storybook. "Take your pick Miss Swan. There's a lot of dresses in there."
They only got through 3 dresses before Henry came home, but 3 was enough for Emma. At least for now.
"What did you wear to bed in the Enchanted Forest?" Emma asked. "I don't think that's ever covered in here."
Regina laughed. "That would be because no one ever saw me after a certain time at night. I always had my room sealed."
"Why?" Emma asked.
Regina shuddered. "Let's just say I didn't want anyone entering my room that wasn't invited. Particularly men."
"Did you block my mother out?" Emma asked.
"I blocked everyone out," Regina said. "Not even the servants were allowed in after a certain time."
"Weren't you lonely?" Emma asked.
Regina shrugged. "Those dresses were seductive for a reason. Most nights I wasn't alone, my room was just sealed."
Emma rolled her eyes. "So I repeat my previous question: what did you wear to bed?"
Henry knocked on the door, sticking his head in. "Could I spend the night with Snow and David? They want to go out tonight, and I volunteered to watch Neal for them. But they'll be out late, so I thought I would just sleep over."
Regina went to protest, but Emma grabbed her arm and squeezed gently. "I think that's a great idea kid. You go ahead and go over there, and we'll see you tomorrow morning."
Henry smiled before leaving and closing the door. Regina turned to Emma with raised eyebrows. "Care to explain why you're letting our son just spend the night with your parents after watching their baby?"
"Because I don't know about you," Emma said, leaning up to kiss Regina passionately. "But I really want to see that nightgown you wore in the Enchanted Forest."
"How'd you know it was a nightgown?" Regina asked.
Emma shrugged. "Lucky guess. Now hurry up and show me so that I can take it off."
Regina just laughed. "As you wish."