"I'm sorry" she mumbles "I'll clean this up"
Regina just stares in awe.
"What?" Emma barks out of embarrassment and immediately winces at her tone. That seems to snap Regina out of her shock.
"Fuck" Regina whispers.
"I know, I said I was sorry" Emma mumbles shyly.
"No I mean, fuck Emma" she places both of her hands of the blonde's thighs, spreading them further. "This is so hot."
"It is?" Emma furrows her brows. Apparently, she had some partners that didn't like it but it doesn't change the fact the Regina finds herself immensely turned on by that sight.
"Mmm" Regina says and her hands snake closer and closer to her center. Emma lets in a sharp intake of breath.
"Jesus Regina, not again" she pleads, exhausted.
"Why not?" she asks and there's something sinisterly in the way she smiles.
"Because-"
But Emma doesn't get the chance to finish her sentence when they both hear knocking on the door.
"Has is already been an hour?" Regina asks herself out loud, one quick look at the watch confirms that the answer to that is no. She hears to door handle twist, the person behind it trying to open it. But it's locked.
"Regina" Cora calls and Regina feels the chills all over her body.
"Shit" she mumbles and Emma raises her eyebrows in question.
"It's my mom" she whispers in panic "my very crazy, conservative, un-aware of me being a lesbian mom who is also my coach."
Emma's eyes round in panic, though after a second she seems to get her shit together.
"Regina?" Cora calls again.
"Okay" Emma whispers "You need to free me, now!"
Regina fumbles with the bands while the knocks get stronger and more frequent. "Regina, open up now!"
"Just a second mother" she calls "I'm getting changed"
Finally, she manages to free Emma of the restrains. Emma quickly grabs her things.
"Okay," Emma instructs quickly "Cover that pond with the blanket or something" Her face contort in disgust while saying that "Try to stop her from sitting here, so maybe sit there yourself." Regina moves to lay the blanket on top and places her bag on the bed while Emma continues
"Spray the shit out of this room, perfume or deodorant, anything. It smells like sex in here. And I'm your friend and nothing else, got it?" Regina examines her warily.
"Why do I get the feeling it's not the first time you do that?"
Emma rolls her eyes in response and rushes to the bathroom while Regina drowns the room with the flowery scent of her 120 dollars perfume. What a waste.
"Regina Mills, you open that damn door right now or else-"
"Hello mother" she smiles tightly and Cora narrows her eyes. Suspecting, she enters the room, her eyes roaming, trying to find what the hell Regina is hiding.
"Why did you take so long?" she bites, dropping the pleasantries she constantly tries to inherit to her daughter. Before Regina has the chance to answer Cora's face contort in displeasure "What is that awful smell?"
There's a ping in Regina's heart. That was the perfume Cora bought her for Christmas, only proving Regina's assumption that it was indeed her secretary that did the shopping rather than her mother.
"It is-"
"Mine" Emma charges into the room, her hair is wet and she looks like she just got out of the shower.
"I apologize," Emma says with confident, a confident that reminds Regina of Kathryn, a confidence she wished she had when it came to her mother. "I finished my session but unfortunately my roommate is still training. Since I had no key I tried spraying myself, obviously it didn't work and Regina was kind enough to let me use her shower." Emma finished her explanation with a reached arm.
"Pleasure to meet you Mrs. Mills, I'm Emma Swan, Yachting"
Cora eyes her eerily but eventually relents and places her hand in Emma's. She nods curtly but says nothing. Regina finds that habit of hers immensely disrespectful though Emma doesn't seem fazed or hurt in the slightest.
"I came to make sure you are aware of your responsibilities as part of the delegation," Cora turns back to Regina "you will arrive to practice an hour earlier and I expect you to be attendant in your fellow teammates trials."
"Of course mother"
"For some reason that I couldn't think of you missed your stretchings today" she bites "I expect you to finish it. Ask Kathryn for help."
Regina bites the inside of her check but nods nonetheless. She can't wait to be far away from her claws.
After the right amount of submission, mixed with the apparently awful smell, Cora finally leaves.
"Few" Emma lets out a breath when Cora is out of the room. "She is something"
"Mmm" Regina answers, distracted. Though she is fairly positive her mother hasn't suspected a thing; how would she suspect not even holding that kind of knowledge in her head, because girls on girls? Come on. But still, somehow every interaction with her mother seems to weigh her down. This temporary blues is gone when Emma winks her way.
"Want me to stretch you a little?" she laughs when Regina rolls her eyes, though her mouth curves upwards.
"Idiot"
"I don't get it" the Emma frowns.
"You're score is a combination of two factors: difficulty level and execution. The difficulty level is determined by the types of elements you perform, the harder they are, the higher your score will be. Execution is limited to ten points for a routine. There are deductions and penalties, moving from a slight budge to stepping out of the marked area or falling." Emma nods in concentration and Regina continues and points towards the score board
"That's why Johnson is still ahead of Chang, the Chinese guy. Johnson might have moved a bit but his difficulty score was significantly higher, which means that even if the other guy got a ten out of ten in execution, which he wouldn't but you got my point, he still won't be able to reach a higher score since his routine is a couple of levels, difficulty wise, under Johnson's."
She takes a deep breath after the long explanation. She turns to find Emma staring at her, eyes jumping all over her facial features. She fidgets in her seat, not used to this type of attention.
"What?" she asks eventually.
Emma shrugs in response and smiles shyly "Nothing"
They lock eyes for a moment and then Emma re-focuses on the gymnasts in front of them while Regina stars at her, quite frankly, perfect profile. She has this urge to comb their fingers together. But they're in public, so instead she slides a little closer to the blonde until their legs are touching.
"When are your trials?" she asks eventually.
"Tomorrow, same time."
"Okay" Emma nods and says nothing more.
"Will you come?"
"Absolutely"