thewhitestars - Swan Queen, Regina gets caught by Mary Margaret while trying to sneak out in the morning.
If there was one thing Regina Mills prided herself on in this world, it was that she was always in control. Storybrooke flourished under her careful hand; its inhabitants feared and respected her; her conquests were always simply guests in her bed and were ordered to leave minutes after the business was done. That was why Regina could feel her life unravelling as she lay curled up next to Emma Swan, in Emma Swan's bed, as morning light filtered in lazily through Emma Swan's window.
Regina gently extracted herself from Emma's arms and crawled out of the bed. She held her breath as Emma grunted and shifted, but the blonde relaxed again and that adorable little smile found its way back onto her face. Damnit, Regina, she admonished, you're losing touch. She silently got herself dressed and ran a hand through her hair. The rest of the apartment was quiet and Regina was counting on the schoolteacher being a heavy sleeper.
She edged her way out of Emma's bedroom door, not daring to push it open far in case it creaked. She crept along the floor on tip-toes with her heels in her hands – there was no way she would risk wearing them on these wooden floors. Once she'd reached the kitchen, she started to calm down. The door was only metres away, and her arm was outstretched the grasp the handle –
"Oh, Emma, I'm glad you're awake," came a sleepy voice from the next room, along with softly padding footsteps. "I was just going to make some..." Mary Margaret's voice faltered when she observed the Mayor of Storybrooke frozen with a hand resting on the doorknob. "Oh."
"Miss Blanchard, I promise you this is not what it looks like."
The smaller woman smiled nervously. "Madame Mayor, I... I know. About you, and Emma."
Regina's mouth fell open. "Is that so?" She swallowed hard and glared at Mary Margaret. "In that case, I trust that you will continue to keep our secret."
"Of course!" Mary Margaret nodded and hurried back to her bedroom.
Regina removed her hand from the doorway and pictured Emma, who was presumably still curled up under the covers, alone. Oh, screw it. It was as if she could feel another layer of her carefully constructed fortress crumbling, she marvelled, as she slowly walked back to the bedroom to join her lover. And for once in her long life, she realised that she really couldn't care less.