A/N: Hey everyone! This is all one scene, sorry if that makes it a bit more difficult to read. It's also shorter than the others, so sorry about that too:p

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Emma and Regina began their first stakeout later that night. Regina had bought them food for the evening; salads, naturally, and after the inevitable moans from Emma about it, the two had settled into a comfortable silence in the intimate confinement of Emma's bug.

"So… are we just waiting?" Regina was beginning to get impatient.

"Yep, that's sort of how these things go." Emma smirked as the mayor began to shift in her seat.

"But she could be anywhere!"

"Well that's why we're stationed at different places around the town, rookie." Emma teased.

Regina sighed. "You could at least try and keep me entertained."

Emma snorted. "It's my job, is it? I see how it is; I'm your submissive plaything, having to entertain you at your beck and call?"

"Essentially." Regina raised an eyebrow, waiting for Emma to challenge her. "This whole thing was your idea, I deserve compensation of… some kind."

"This was NOT my idea! Wait a second, I see what this is. You're trying to see what more you can get out of me, aren't you? I would've thought being with me would be compensation enough." Emma finished in an overly-dramatic tone, acting horrified.

"Of course it is, my dear." Regina responded condescendingly, patting Emma on her cheek. "Just tell me a story or something? About you, about Henry. Anything will do." Regina settled back a little into her seat.

Emma launched into a barage of stories and tales from Henry's childhood, from the time he threw up all over a display in a department store to the books he would make her read to him over and over, sometimes 3 or 4 times a night.

Regina had smiled along, laughing out loud at times, but had mostly been sat watching Emma. The animated way she spoke, the way her brow crinkled as she tried to remember even the most insignificant elements to the story; wanting to tell Regina every single detail. The way she looked when she spoke about their son, with her eyes glinting and a soft smile ever present on her face almost reduced Regina to tears. Henry was incredibly lucky to have her. They both were.

After the first story, Regina had took Emma's hand, stroking each of her fingers in turn. Emma didn't respond, but internally began to keep in mind this moment too. She wanted to remember this.

Emma was beginning to get bored now too. "Kiss me. Quick, while there's no-one around." she suddenly spurted. Regina couldn't help but laugh at the haste almost desperation in Emma's voice.

"You can be such a child sometimes, dear." Regina responded, before pulling Emma in by the back of the head for a short kiss. "That's all you're getting until we're in private again."

"Fine.." Emma huffed, and Regina was taken aback by the resemblance between her and her son. She had seen that expression countless times during Henry's childhood.

"Ah, I see where he gets it from. That look caused me a lot of grief over the years." Regina reminisced, her eyes noticeably glazing over.

"Me too. He knows how to push buttons doesn't he; for the longest time I found it impossible to say no to him. He was a little rascal when he was younger." Emma chuckled, looking off out onto the street in front of the car.

"Yes. Yes he was." Regina looked wistfully out onto the same patch of road as Emma.

Emma was conscious of upsetting her again; it was heartbreaking to see Regina hurting. "Want to play a game? I spy something beginning with 'B'." Emma purposefully threw her gaze over everything she could, not wanting to give it away.

"Bug. Bar. Blue-something." Regina was at a loss, and desperate not to lose.

"Broom." She guessed.

"Hah, if only!" Emma snorted.

"Boobs." Emma laughed out loud, before sneaking a welcomed side-glance at Regina's chest.

"Those too, but no."

After a few more guesses, getting more and more unlikely, Regina relented. "Alright, tell me."

"Blackness." Emma signalled to the midnight sky surrounding them, smirking a little at what she considered to be an impressive go.

"Your tendency stay true to the idiotic side of your personality shocks even me sometimes, Saviour. I thought I would have gotten used to it."

"Hey, come on honey, I only get better with age." Emma turned to her and winked.

"I certainly hope so." Regina returned, and Emma gave her a smile which Regina could only describe as goofy before leaning in and kissing her passionately on the lips.

"Plus, it's why you love me!" Emma hits Regina on the arm in mock protest, before running her hands through raven hair and settling them on Regina's neck.

"Emma! What if people see?" Regina self-consciously checks the immediate vicinity to the bug, in spite of the fact it was pitch black outside and they hadn't seen another soul for hours.

"Come on, live a little" Emma shrugs her shoulders, and resumes the kiss. After a few seconds, Emma pulls away and settles herself back into her seat, before mulling over what to say next. "I do, you know."

"You do what, dear?" Regina suddenly felt a pang of nerves.

"Love you." Emma looked at her hands, always the first to be made uncomfortable by displays of affection such as this, even if it was her that initiated it. After an awkward few seconds silence, Emma felt eyes on her, piercing into the side of her head.

Regina was at a loss for words. Even considering Daniel, who, she was always quick to remember, didn't know her as the Evil Queen, she had always had a hard time believing that someone loved her. That anyone could love her. She was ruthless, cold, broken, barbaric. Even her own mother had found herself unable to love her. Emma had been the first to see her as Regina, as only Regina, in a very long time. Emma cared for her knowing her faults, and in spite of them. She had allowed and accepted Regina to change. And she would never stop being grateful for that.

"You don't have to say it back, you know. I understand… uh… yeah, I get it. Even if you don't feel the same, I hope you will one day. No pressure though." Emma again stumbled over her words, not in embarrassment, but in awe at the look of pure gratitude on Regina's face. It was untarnished, overwhelming. Emma had never seen anything quite like it before.

"I think… I think I might love you too." Regina almost laughed out loud at the absurdity of her feelings. This was Emma Swan. She LOVED Emma Swan. "Well, isn't this a turn-up for the books? It just goes to show."

"And what would that be?" Emma looked at Regina, a beam on her face.

"That anything can happen if you give it half a chance."

"Wow, you really have changed haven't you. I'm proud of you, you know. Really proud." Regina's hands were shaking a little, until Emma took them in her own. "Now stop distracting me, your Majesty. We have a witch to catch."