School Bake Sale—Tuesday

August Booth walked over to Emma, who was manning the cupcakes booth. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, mostly in surprise.

"Hey, August… I haven't seen you in a while! Where have you been?"

"Well, after the curse broke, it took a while for my body to change back from wood. But I'm here now, good as new." August smiled and pulled Emma in for a hug, which ended awkwardly.

Henry walked up to them. "Hi, August, how are you?"

"Just fine, buddy. How have you been? And where's your mom?"

Henry frowned. "She's right in front of you."

"I meant Regina. Didn't she bake cookies for this?"

"Yeah…Henry where is she?" Emma looked around the school cafeteria, but couldn't see the sharp-eyed brunette anywhere.

"How should I know?"

Just then Regina walked into the cafeteria, cookies placed in a tupperware container. She glared daggers at Emma, as if it was her fault she was late. She placed the cookies on a table, then was immediately flanked by a bunch of kids lining up to buy the treats.

Regina normally disapproved of giving kids sugar in the middle of the day—it was bad for their digestion and made them cranky—but something about the way Henry smiled at her changed that—just for today, she would gladly sell her cookies. Well, her and Miss Swan's cookies.

Ruby walked up to Regina, smirking. "Hey, Regina. I'll take two cookies." Ruby held out 2 dollars.

Regina took them and gave her two cookies, her eyes trailing to the far side of the room, where Emma was happily chatting with August.

Ruby followed her gaze. "If you want, I can sell the cookies while you go talk to her."

Regina looked at Ruby like she had grown an extra head. "That's ridiculous, I don't need to talk to Miss Swan."

"Yeah, sure. Seems to me that you're jealous."

"You have a knack for saying the most off-putting things, Miss Lucas. I am not interested in Emma, August can have her for all I care."

Granny joined them as Regina was saying this. "Hey, Regina, how are things going?"

"Fine. Miss Lucas was just going."

Ruby walked away, nodding to August, who winked at her.

Later that day

August walked out of the gym. The black eye he was sporting hurt like a jackass. Regina really knew how to throw a punch. He had no idea when he kissed Emma, that Regina would react like that. Now there was no doubt in his mind that Regina liked Emma. How to get her to admit it, well, that would probably take centuries.

Flashback-School bake sale—12:08 pm

August caught Ruby's signal, and immediately upped his game. He knew he'd have to turn on the flirt now. It was all part of his plan.

He turned to Emma, flashing his best charming smile, which made the blonde tense up. She knew August had had a thing for her, well, she thought he did. And it seemed he was making it more clear now, as he placed his arm around her. Henry left, feeling pretty weirded out. He went to talk to Paige, Nicholas and Ava, who were jumping off the walls from the sugar they were consuming.

Emma frowned. "August, what are you doing? I have a problem with PDA in front of my kid."

"Come on, Emma. You have to know how I feel about you. I was thinking, now that I'm better, we could pick up where we left off."

"Um, I don't know—"

August was presumptuous, he knew. But it was time for one of these women to get their act together. He leaned in and kissed the blonde, cutting her off.

He heard the clomp clomp of Regina's heels, instead of the delicate click clack that heels are supposed to make. He turned and barely had time to put on an innocent smile before Regina cocked back her arm and connected her fist to his right eye. He felt a blinding pain, and closed his eye, stepping back and covering it with his hand.

"Jesus Christ, Regina!" August moaned.

"Regina, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Emma turned to the brunette, angry as hell, and, to her utter terror, a little turned on.

"I refuse to turn my son's school's bake sale into a taudry, PDA filled orgie. Understood?" Regina glared at the two of them like they had just had sex right against the table. "There are children here, have some respect."

Henry ran over to them, Paige close behind, though she was a little cautious, considering her friend's mom had just punched a guy.

"Mom, what did you do?"

"August was being inappropriate."

"You didn't have to punch him!" Henry looked at August, who was still holding his hand to his eye.

"Maybe we should put some ice on that…" Emma trailed off. She glared at Regina, who was standing there like the thing she just did was completely justified. Regina left before Emma had a chance to talk to her about it.

That evening—7:30 pm

Emma sat with James, Mary Margaret and Henry to have dinner. She was glad that something in her life had some semblance of normal. She could have dinner with her family, her family being Snow White and Prince Charming. So maybe normality was too much to ask for.

"So, how was the bake sale?" Mary Margaret asked, heaping her fork with spaghetti.

"I don't really want to talk about it." Emma said.

"It was kind of embarrassing." Henry supplied.

"Oh, how?" Sometimes Mary Margaret didn't know when to stop.

"Regina punched August."

"Why?"

"For kissing Emma. Which was kind of gross, but still, I think mom overreacted."

"Maybe a little," Emma said sarcastically.

Friday evening

Emma took a breath, pounding on the door. "Regina! If you don't open the door, so help me I'll go all A team on it and blow it to shit with machine guns."

Regina flung the door open, to Emma's amusement. She opened her mouth to spew out ten million different kinds of cusswords, but her vocal chords failed her when she saw what Regina was wearing.

She had on a purple short sleeved shirt, with a black skirt. Her hair had its usual perfect appearance, and she was wearing heels, even though she was home alone. Emma wondered what this woman did to relax, if she was even capable of that.

"Why are you here, Miss Swan?"

Emma met Regina's eyes. "Why am I here? I think you know, Regina. Henry's bake sale was a disaster because of what you did. The kids were so scared, some of them puked."

"That probably had more to do with what they were eating."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Look, I don't know what your problem with August is, but just so we're clear, it's not okay for you to punch whoever tries to kiss me."

"It had nothing to do with you, Miss Swan. I was simply concerned for Henry—

"Save it already." Emma stomped her foot on the porch. "I know it's more complicated then that. You just hate seeing anyone happy when you're so miserable."

Regina laughed sardonically. "I honestly couldn't care less." Regina stepped out onto the porch, closing her door behind her. It was cold, but she was past taking notice. "If you want to strut around town like a common slut, then by all means, do. But don't expect me to stand by and let Henry see that."

Emma was so close to exploding. "You are such a—"

"A what?"

"A bitch. And a hypocrite. You had sex with Graham, while Henry was in the same house." Emma stepped closer to Regina, challenging her.

"You need to go, Miss Swan. Before I do something to your pretty face that I'll regret."

"Or maybe I'll hit first."

Regina growled. "You are one insufferable—"

Emma couldn't take any more of this concussion-inducing back and forth. She was tired of never knowing quite where she stood with Regina. Were they enemies, pure and simple? Or…friends, whenever Henry was concerned? And if they were just friends-not even that, really, then how come Emma could see a hint of jealousy playing on Regina's features? Why could Emma never quite figure this woman out?

Emma took a leap of faith—or stupidity. She closed her eyes, stepping close to Regina, so their bodies were flush against each other. Regina stopped her rant on what an insufferable woman Emma was, and stepped back until her spine hit one of the wooden pillars. She just waited for Emma to get close, feeling her breath on her skin. She almost shivered. She grabbed the woman's jacket, to push her away, but Emma clutched onto the pillar, above Regina's head, so the brunette was totally trapped.

"Now, are you going to listen to me?" Emma almost whispered, her lips scant inches from Regina's. "I don't like being threatened, Regina. You are not going to scare me off, because I think I know just why you punched August today."

"Oh? Then enlighten me, by all means."

Emma smirked, leaning so close to Regina. This was pure torture, Regina thought.

Maddeningly, Emma didn't say anything. She looked at Regina, her hazel eyes peering into Regina's soul, like she knew all of her secrets. She closed her eyes, preparing herself to get punched. She gently placed her lips on Regina's, parting her lips to taste her.

Regina didn't step back, considering she couldn't. She seemed to have a fight with herself, debating whether to push Emma away or clutch onto her with all of her might. She did a mix of both. Emma felt Regina grab her red jacket, at first pushing, then pulling her in. Regina opened her mouth, letting their tongues mesh together.

Emma was the one who pulled away. "Oh shit. I uh…I have to go," Emma breathed, leaving Regina in her sexually frustrated state.

Emma practically galloped down the walk, running to her car. This had been such a bad idea. Emma drove away, not noticing a certain brunette librarian standing on the sidewalk, still rubbing her eyes as if she was convincing herself of what she'd just seen. When Belle had seen Emma kiss Regina, she had dropped her lap top in shock.

This was something she'd be sure to share in the support group tomorrow.

I hope this chapter was as entertaining as the last two! Please review and tell me what you think!