A/N: Thanks everyone for the positive feedback! Never would've expected that on my first story! The SwanQueen fandom really is amazing!

Disclaimer: Haha no I still don't own them.

This chapter is dedicated to my real-life Emma. May you one day learn what you mean to me.

I really didn't have any words for the feeling in my stomach. It was twisting and fluttering and jumping all at once. And Emma was only here for a drink. But it felt like she was here to stay. As we walked into the lounge, the feeling in my stomach did not subside.

Emma made herself right at home. She down on the couch, took her shoes off and grabbed a glass of wine. She pulled her feet up under her knees. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

"Comfortable?" I asked

"Sorry," she smiled sheepishly. "I'm not used to living in a mansion."

She blushed. An actual, literal blush. And I'll be damned if it wasn't the cutest thing I'd ever seen.

"Make yourself right at home, Swan," I continued sarcastically. "I won't even bother cleaning anymore, between you and Henry." I sat down beside her. I made sure to keep at a distance at which I could control myself. I still didn't trust myself not to get lost in those blue eyes. We sat in silence, drinking wine and just breathing.

"Are you okay with Henry going off like this?" Emma suddenly chimed in.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"He just left you alone on your night with him," she cleared up.

"He does this almost every weekend," I continued.

Emma turned her head. She seemed genuinely concerned about me. Was she actually worried that I would be lonely?

"You could always come over if you're by yourself," she offered.

Now it was silent again, but not awkward. It was comfortable.

"Thanks for the offer Emma, but you know I like to be alone sometimes."

"I do."

She did know. She knew more about me than anyone else. Maybe that's why I fell so head over heels for her.

The silence became deafening. I could hear my own sporadic heartbeat. I had been waiting for her to start a conversation, but clearly it would be my burden.

"So has Hook moved in yet?" I prodded. Why on earth would I say that? I didn't want to know the answer.

"Well no," Emma said. "I actually haven't asked him yet."

I sat up a little straighter. What? Why?

"What? Why?" I asked.

"I'm actually thinking of ending things with him," she said.

"What? Why?" I asked again.

I honestly don't think Henry likes him," she explained. "Or my parents for that matter"

I knew about that. Henry constantly complained to me about Hook. He told me Hook was intrusive and not always nice to Emma. I was glad to hear he may be out of Henry's life. For Henry.

And for me.

"If you think that would be best for Henry," I said.

"I think it would be best for me," Emma said. "I've been caught up in Hook since we rescued Henry from Neverland. I think it's time for me to explore other options."

We were very close on the couch now. When did we get so close?

"Yea that sounds like a good idea," I stuttered. I was looking into her eyes now. I decided I needed a drink and downed the rest of my wine.

"You think?" She teased. There was that flirting again. Now it was very noticeable.

"Yea, maybe you could experiment with other relationships," I said. "There are plenty of other people in the town."

God, when had I gotten so awkward.

"That sounds great," she said. "But I think I already have someone in mind."

We were so close. I would have to kiss her. I was going to go crazy. I was thinking about going crazy when she kissed me.

She kissed me. Really well.

Both of us were on our knees now. So many things we're going through my mind, mostly confusion. There was no way she had been talking about me.

I pulled away, my hands still on her face.

"Emma," I whispered.

"Regina," she said back. "I know this is confusing, but it's always been you."

Oh God, I was going to cry. I kissed her. She tasted sweet, exactly how I imagined it. It was now that I realized we were laying down, my body on top of hers, on the couch. I was actually making out with Emma Swan.

"Wait," I had to stop again. "What about the pirate?"

I expected to find her stumped and confused, but she just looked at me and smiled. She pushed some hair behind my ear.

"It's done," she smiled. "Or it will be. It's been you for a long time."

The fact made me somewhat nervous that she was technically cheating on him, but I pushed it to the back of my mind.

"Stay the night," I whispered.

"Regina, we just-"

"Not like that," I said. "Just stay with me."

"Okay," Emma smiled. "I will."

I looked at the half full glass on the table, and then I thanked the red wine.

fin

A/N: So that's my first story. I enjoyed writing it so look forward to more of my work if you liked it! Thanks everyone!