This chapter is for MetanoiaAm with the prompt: "Storybrooke is dealing with the mother of all heat waves. So Emma and Regina decide to combat the heat, magic user style."

"Why is it so hot?" Emma whined. She was already in a swimsuit, lying in the middle of the foyer on the cool tile.

Storybrooke was going through the biggest heat wave ever, and no one knew what to do about it. Fans only did so much, and air conditioning was on in every home at full blast. Yet nothing seemed to help.

"It's supposed to cool down later tonight," Regina said, chuckling at the sight of Emma on the floor. "You'll survive."

"Says you," Emma mumbled. "You could be sweating to death and still look like a model."

Regina shrugged. "We all have our strengths."

Emma rolled her eyes before sitting up. "You know what would really help with the heat right now? A pool. We could cool down in the nice water."

"Storybrooke doesn't have a pool," Regina said.

"It could," Emma said. "Last time I checked you are the mayor and can make anything just appear in this town with a wave of your hand."

"I don't use my magic for getting things that I want," Regina said. "Magic isn't a toy."

Emma groaned and lay back down on the floor. "I'm going to die of heatstroke if it doesn't cool down soon. Why can't you just make a pool? Or summon high blasting fans? Those would be nice."

"Again with the magic not being a toy," Regina said. "You're not going to die. Just think of the poor people living in the southern states right now. They are probably dying at the moment."

"Well I'm not them," Emma said. "I'm me, and I live in Maine, and I'm dying from the heat and just asked my amazing wife to create a swimming pool but she won't and now I'm going to die."

Regina laughed and rolled her eyes. "Must you always be so dramatic?"

Emma shrugged. "It's how I work. You should just create the pool and get it over with. Indulge my desires and make me happy. It's your job as wife."

Regina burst out laughing. "Come on." She held out her hand, which Emma reluctantly took. Regina led them into the basement and shut off all of the lights. The darkness surrounded them both, keeping the room cool.

"Better?" Regina asked.

Emma nodded, and then realized that Regina couldn't see her. "Yes, that's better. Being in the dark is a lot cooler than being in the sun."

"Good," Regina said. "I'll be right back. I'm going to go grab a fan from upstairs."

"Wait, just use your magic," Emma said. "You could literally summon as many fans as you want just from sitting on the couch."

Regina sighed. "Magic isn't-"

"A toy, I know," Emma interrupted, rolling her eyes. "But come on. Just indulge yourself a little bit without doing things the hard way. Take the easy way out for once and just use magic."

"And they say I'm the bad influence," Regina mumbled. She waved her hand, poofing several fans into the room blowing large amounts of cold air onto both of the women.

"Thank goodness," Emma said, turning completely to face the cold air.

Regina laughed. "You are so dramatic. It's just cold air."

"I'll gladly take being dramatic over being overheated," Emma countered. "Besides, doesn't it feel good to use your magic for something other than saving people?"

"I suppose," Regina said.

"Oh don't even," Emma teased, nudging her lightly. "I know that you loved getting to use your magic. It's been awhile since we've had the chance to go after anyone."

"Which isn't a bad thing," Regina said.

"But?" Emma prompted.

Regina sighed and rolled her eyes affectionately. "Fine. It felt great to use my magic again, even for a small purpose."

Emma smiled. "See? That wasn't so hard to admit."

Regina rolled her eyes. "Don't make me fireball you."