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Regina wrinkled her nose as she entered The Rabbit Hole, this grubby establishment was her least favourite place in Storybrooke and she certainly would never be entering unless she had a good reason.
Her 'good reason' noticed the brunette as soon as she walked in, the saviour had one arm wrapped around Leroy and they were in the middle of a drunken rendition of Jingle Bells, unperturbed by the fact that it was July- when Regina caught Emma's eye, concern etched across the brunette's features.
"Reginaaaa is here!" Emma untangled herself from Leroy, staggering over to the brunette with a massive grin. "You came... You came to a club in a pantsuit." The intoxicated blonde spluttered with laughter, and the dwarf joined in.
"Indeed." The brunette rolled her eyes as she took in the saviour's inebriated state. "Where's your mother?"
"She left?" Emma looked around wildly, frowning stupidly at Regina and then pointing angrily at the bartender. "The man called her 'Gina, he told her I was drunk! He's a liar, I need to arrest him." Emma began swaying over to the bartender tripping over her own feet to get there.
"I like this sister." Leroy said conversationally to Regina, indicating Emma's stumbling form. The brunette ignored him and wrapped an arm firmly around Emma's waist.
"No, Ms Swan we're leaving. I'll take you to my house and then..." The brunette trailed off, suppressing a sigh as Emma clumsily wrapped her arms around Regina's lithe frame, leaning in to whisper in her ear.
"I'm not that easy 'Gina. If you want to make love to me you have to be more romantical and stuff." The blonde lifted a strand of the mayor's soft dark hair and analysed it, before using it to tickle Regina's ear.
"We'll be doing nothing of the sort, dear, you're drunk, I'll be putting you to bed." Regina sniffed, lifting her chin to exude an air of superiority.
"Why are you fucking with me?" The saviour jabbed her finger accusingly at the brunette, poking at her cheek. "You were gonna kiss me today I remember." Emma concentrated hard as she racked her brain for more detail. "You also held my hand and let me sleep with you and then you called me stupid in front of everyone!" The saviour's eyes were frantic as she searched the brunette's cold ones for answers. "It's not fair, 'Gina. You know I'm in-fat... infatuated with you." The blonde woman then turned away, seemingly distracted from her angst by the sight of Leroy doing the worm.
A pang of guilt situated itself in the brunette's chest and her heart pounded wildly at Emma's confession.
"That would be the alcohol talking, dear." She spoke assuredly but was confused, the way Emma treated her was so sweet and understanding, and there was no denying the electricity that exuded between the two women. At this point, even Regina couldn't deny she was extremely attracted to the saviour, but surely their feelings did not surpass just simple attraction. She just thinks I'm hot, that's all this is. "And yes, I apologise for calling you stupid, it was very much uncalled for."
The saviour had stopped listening, however, and was now engrossed in trying to pull Leroy's boot off his foot while his body writhed on the floor.
"Ms Swan!"
"Yeah?" Emma blinked up at Regina, holding Leroy's boot triumphantly, and then wrinkled her nose as a foul odour wafted from it.
"Ew, this is gross, take it 'Gina." The blonde tried to thrust the boot into Regina's hand, a move which would have resulted in incineration were it attempted by anyone else but the saviour.
Emma laughed delightedly at the fury in the dark eyes of the brunette and ran to a remote corner of the club, hiding childishly under a pool table.
"Emma!" Regina ran a hand through her ponytail in frustration. "Come here, God knows what will happen if that curse strikes while you're intoxicated."
"Oh, it's too late for that, sister." Leroy smirked wickedly up at the mayor from his position on the floor. "Haven't you noticed this club is almost empty? People started clearing out when she started going around asking about fetishes and sexual fantasies. I think she broke up 3 couples."
"Enough of this," growled the mayor, having looked back at the blonde to see her curled up under the pool table, eyes closed and jeans unbuckled. "You are not sleeping in here, Emma." The brunette walked over to the saviour and crouched down tentatively, taking one of Emma's hands.
"But 'Gina I'm tired..." Emma tried to wriggle out of her tight jeans, revealing the tips of black laced panties.
"No, dear." Regina fastened the saviour's pants quickly, trying not to let her eyes linger too long upon the milky exposed skin. "Do you think you could maybe stand up or do you need me to use magic get you out of here?"
"Magic." The blonde was engrossed in bringing their entwined hands to her face and rubbing Regina's knuckles against her cheek. When the saviour turned and looked at the brunette, the wide emerald eyes were filled with so much adoration it rendered Regina speechless. With a wordless nod, the mayor waved her hand and they both disappeared in a cloud of purple smoke.
For someone who a moment ago was too tired to move, the Emma Swan bouncing on the bed was irritatingly and surprisingly energetic.
"Emma. You said you were tired, get into bed." The brunette was perched on the edge of the bed, her patience wearing thin.
"I don't wanna." Emma slumped onto the bed besides Regina, an exaggerated pout on her face.
"Why not?" The mayor tried not to show her amusement at the ridiculous expression gracing the blonde's features.
"Because you will leave me in here and I want to stay with you." Emma slid into the lap of the older woman, effectively straddling her in place.
"You are very very drunk." The brunette tried to speak coherently, but the heat coursing through her body as the blonde pressed their hips together was making her feel unbalanced.
"And you are very, very beautiful, baby." Emma murmured the words as her eyes roamed across Regina's face and then down her body, a suggestive smirk on her face as her dilated orbs lingered on the brunette's bountiful cleavage.
"You couldn't handle me sober, let alone drunk baby." The brunette purred the words, sliding out from underneath the saviour and gazing at her amusedly as the blonde instantly sprawled out in a defeated manner over the bed.
With a flick of an olive-toned wrist, Emma was dressed in the silk pyjamas from yesterday. "Goodnight Emma." The brunette chuckled to herself and flipped off the lights.
Despite the fact that it was only 10pm, Regina changed into her own pyjamas and climbed into bed. The majority of her day had been terrible, the only highlights being this morning with Emma and just now... Again, with Emma. The common theme was clear to the brunette and she wondered when Emma started having such an effect on her. Yes, it's true the saviour was funny, and beautiful and goofy and lovable and understanding and complex and... Perfect. Which is exactly the problem, she's perfect and I'm... Me. Regina squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to fall asleep and not think about what it would be like to let down her walls and really talk to Emma, to kiss her soft lips, slide her fingers through those untameable blonde locks, to rip off her clothes and kiss every inch of her toned, milky skin... Regina bit down hard on her bottom lip as her imagination went into overdrive, and her hand began to slip into her pyjama pants.
The sound of the door being pushed open caused Regina's eyes to snap open and she jerked her hand up moments before it slipped into red panties, locking eyes with the very woman she had just been fantasising about.
"What do you want?" She demanded an explanation from the blonde who blinked at her pathetically, too drunk to notice Regina's voice was several octaves higher than usual. Emma swayed her way over to the bed, sliding her body under the covers beside Regina's.
"I couldn't sleep without you." She uttered the words quietly and Regina could hear the soft slur beneath them, indicating her level of intoxication. When the mayor made no move to stop her, she cuddled up against the brunette, nuzzling her nose into the nape of her neck.
And for the second time in two days, Regina allowed Emma Swan to sleep in her bed.
Emma awoke alone the next morning, her head pounding wildly and a stale taste in her mouth. Groaning softly, she sat up and swallowed the two pills left for her on the dresser with the glass of water that had been placed next to them. The saviour looked around, wondering how the hell she ended up in Regina's bed again; the last memory she had of the previous night was taking shots with Leroy.
She dragged herself out of bed and walked straight into the bathroom, brushing the taste of alcohol off her teeth and sidling into the shower. Whilst shampooing her hair she desperately tried to summon memories of the previous night but came up blank, causing her to panic. Whatever happened can't have been that bad- Regina let you sleep in her bed and left out the pills. The saviour smiled happily at that last thought, it felt nice to believe that the brunette actually cared for her.
As she stepped out of the shower she sighed as she realised that once again she had no clean clothes to put on. She walked glumly to the guest room in her towel to retrieve the jeans and blouse, but froze as an outfit laid out neatly on the bed caught her attention. The pink mini skirt and white button up shirt would have been bad enough, but the matching frilly pink underwear made Emma nauseous. This is horrendous, is she punishing me for getting drunk last night? Oh God, what the fuck did you do Swan?
The blonde searched the room hopefully for her clothes from last night but knew it was in vain, someone had very deliberately removed them. Letting out an irritated grunt, the saviour pulled on the clothes, letting her damp hair flow freely and not bothering to check her appearance in the mirror, knowing it would cause her severe stress.
"Good morning, baby." Came a pleasant voice from the kitchen, once Emma had found her way into the dining room. There was a mischievous smirk on the brunette's face as she appraised the saviour's outfit.
"Baby?" The blonde's right brow flew up, walking to the brunette and gratefully taking the cup of coffee she was holding out to her.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realise such terms of endearment are only for when you're drunk. I presume the same can be said about the eye-fucking, straddling and cuddling." The brunette sassed and her smirk only grew wider as she watched Emma squirm with embarrassment, her cheeks flushing red.
"I did that stuff...?" Emma's voice came out as a hoarse whisper, feeling too embarrassed to even comment her surprise at the brunette's use of expletive.
"Among other things." Regina laughed wickedly at the saviour's discomfort, passing her the omelette she had prepared and sitting beside her at the dining table. "You look lovely by the way."
Emma scowled at the brunette, annoyed at how much pleasure Regina took from her embarrassment. With a huff she pushed the omelette away stubbornly, folding her arms and ignoring the rumbling in her stomach. "I'm sorry 'kay, I don't remember anything but I was probably an idiot so thank you for looking after me." Her eyes met the brunette's who was now gazing back into Emma's jade orbs, her expression softening.
"Let's call it even then? The way I spoke to you at Granny's yesterday really was inexcusable. I... I was just afraid." The words were spoken hesitantly, and her eyes bored into Emma's, trying to analyse her reaction.
"Of what?" The blonde reached out and slid her hand into Regina's, an action that had quickly become natural to her. Emma's eyes roamed across the face of the woman who was suddenly looking extremely vulnerable.
"Of feeling something for you and getting hurt, or hurting you. Or worse, you not feeling the same, maybe feeling that way towards someone like Ruby instead..." The brunette trailed off softly, looking at their joined hands before whispering, "last night, you said you were infatuated with me..."
"Well that's not true." The blonde closed her eyes, continuing her sentence quickly as she felt the brunette begin to pull away with a small "I thought as much."
"I need to come clean to you about something Regina." Emma held the brunette's slender hand between her own, not allowing her pull away. "Yesterday in the diner, you said that the reason why I was still cursed was due to my own stupidity." The blonde carried on quickly, sensing correctly that the mayor was about to interrupt with another apology. "You were right."
The brunette simply shook her head. "No I wasn't. You're not stupid; I shouldn't have assumed that we could break this curse that easily."
Emma took one last deep breath, eyes still closed as she came clean. "You were right because when you told me to concentrate on undoing the spell, all I could think about was how when I am cured I would go home and things would go back to normal between us and I couldn't bear that. So instead I concentrated on making sure the spell stuck, so I could stay with you longer." The blonde paused to let the stunned brunette absorb what she was saying.
"Yesterday when I said I was infatuated with you it wasn't true because infatuation suggests something temporary. I really doubt what I feel for you could fade away as I've felt like this for a long, long while. So no, I'm not infatuated with you Regina, I like you so much I cast a stupid curse to get to know you better and liked the person I got to know so much that I made sure not to break that curse; despite how awful and humiliating it is."
The blonde fell silent and disappointment weighed her down as she felt the brunette untangle their joined hands. She doesn't feel the same... was her last coherent thought before she felt strong hands tangle into her blonde locks and Regina's plump lips pressing firmly against her own, claiming them in a heated, searing kiss.