First of all I want to say thank you to everyone who reviewed, favourited and followed this story! You're all awesome :D I actually wasn't planning on continuing this but I left it open just in case something came up. And since a lot of you wanted to see how that dinner went, I wrote another chapter :) I hope you like it!
(Again, all mistakes are mine.)
Emma stood awkwardly in Regina's porch at 7 pm after knocking on the white door three times. She had dropped Henry off an hour ago and went back to her apartment to get ready for her… date? Should she even call it a date? No, it wasn't a date. It was just a friendly dinner invitation from her son's adoptive mother who also happened to be the Mayor of this town, and who also happened to have spent the previous night snuggled against her side refusing to let go. Of course it wasn't a date.
But if it wasn't a date, why was she holding a bouquet of red roses? And why was her heart beating so fast against her chest?
"Man up, Swan. This is nothing!" Emma said to herself in a hushed voice.
For a second Emma thought about running to her Bug and going back home, tell Regina she had an emergency and she just had to leave… But before she could make a single move, the large white door opened, revealing a smiling Regina dressed in a dark blue dress.
"Ms. Swan." The Mayor greeted her, the genuine smile never leaving her face. "I'm surprised you're not late."
The fact that Regina always found a moment to make her usual sarcastic comments made Emma laugh. Although, she noticed that this time she wasn't trying to humiliate her or make fun of her. It was more in a playful way, one Emma didn't know existed in Regina.
"Well, you did specifically tell me not to be late, so…" Emma shrugged. She noticed Regina looking down at the bouquet in her hand and quickly held it up in front of her, handing it to the brunette. "These, uh… These are for you."
Regina took it and held it close to her face, taking in the scent of the red roses.
"Thank you, Ms. Swan." Regina said looking up at Emma. She took the chance to actually look at the blonde. She was wearing an emerald green loose shirt, with her usual blue jeans and knee high boots. And of course, that hideous red jacket. Did she ever take it off? She couldn't bring herself to make a snarky comment about Emma's outfit, because even if it wasn't a combination she would choose, she found the blonde looked beautiful in it; with her curls and her green eyes, and…
"Are you planning on staring all night, Madame Mayor, or are we actually going to have dinner?" Emma smirked, noticing the brunette checking her out in a not so subtle way.
Emma's voice snapped Regina out of her bubble and she shook her head, unable to believe she had been staring for so long. This was nothing like her.
"I, uh, sorry. Sure, let's go inside." She mumbled as she open the door wider for Emma to come in.
Just as they stepped in, Henry's small form appeared upstairs and he came down running, crashing into Emma and hugging her tightly by the waist.
"Hey kid!" The blonde said as she ruffled Henry's hair and leaned down to place a loving kiss on his forehead.
"I'll go get dinner ready." Regina announced, squeezing Emma's arm before disappearing into the kitchen.
Once they were alone, Henry pulled away from Emma and looked up at her seriously
"So, are you dating my mom now?" He asked in a hushed voice, not wanting Regina to eavesdrop on their conversation.
Emma stared at him with wide eyes and thought for a second before answering. Was it really that obvious?
"I, uh… No, I mean. I don't think I am." She blurted out, not even sure that was an accurate answer. "W-why do you ask?"
"Don't lie to me." He said sternly, looking an awful lot like his brunette mom. "I've seen the way you look at each other. Especially after last night. What the hell happened between you two in the office?"
Emma just assumed it was a rhetorical question –even though it probably wasn't— so she didn't answer directly, not wanting to give her eleven year old son the details about her night with Regina.
"Look, kid, your mom and I… I'm not really sure what's going on, but we're trying to take this thing slow." She sighed, not even sure if what she and Regina had was even a thing.
"But you like her." Henry insisted, trying to get Emma to say out loud what she had been feeling for Regina since... well, since she met her.
"Kinda, yeah." She mumbled, running a hand through her blonde curls. "But I don't know if she likes me back." She added quietly.
"Don't worry, she does." Henry smiled knowingly.
"And how do you know that?" Emma arched an eyebrow.
"I dunno. I just know." The boy shrugged. "She just seemed happier today. And she wouldn't stop talking about you since you dropped me off. She had this weird smile on her face and… I don't know, but it didn't seem like her."
Emma contemplated the possibility of Regina actually liking her back, but it just seemed ridiculous to her. Was she even into girls? She definitely seemed to be last night. But what if it's just a casual thing? Regina was known to be a professional flirt; maybe she was just messing with the blonde when she said she'd have sex with her. Regina had never had an actual relationship apart from Graham, but even that was a completely different story…
Just in time, Regina called from the dining room saying dinner was ready. Emma left her jacket on the coat rack and headed to the dining room with Henry glued to her side, eager to see the interaction between his two moms.
-.-.-.-.-.
Dinner went on nicely. Regina had made lasagna -surprise!- and they ordered ice cream for dessert after Henry had said 'please' for ten minutes straight until he convinced Regina (not without a little help from Emma, of course.).
Surprisingly, Henry had avoided the Emma-Regina subject during the first part of the evening. He had instead dedicated his attention to observe them while they chatted, noticing the loving glances and the secretive smiles. He smiled to himself, actually happy to see his moms getting along. He didn't care if they were actually together or not; it was nice not seeing them screaming at each other like a divorced couple for once.
Emma was relieved her son hadn't mentioned the subject at dinner. She would rather have a chat with the older woman in private, and because she wouldn't want to experience yet another awkward situation in front of her.
"Henry, go finish your homework and then get ready for bed." Regina commanded him as she stood up to gather the plates.
Emma was quick to stand up to help Regina, but she was stopped by the brunette who held up her hand indicating her to sit down.
"But Mooom…" Henry whined, not wanting to leave just yet.
"No buts, kid." Emma stepped in. "You had enough fun today. And you have school tomorrow so you better get your butt upstairs now."
Henry muttered a 'whatever' under his breath and approached Emma to give her a kiss on the cheek before heading to his bedroom.
After washing and drying the dishes (which Emma had insisted on helping the brunette with) the two women moved to Regina's studio to share a drink by the fireplace.
"Thank you." Regina said after she handed Emma a glass of apple cider and sat next to her on the couch. "For what you said to Henry, I mean. You seem to be the only one he listens to lately."
"He's just growing up. He's going to be a pain in the ass for the next few years, so get used to it." Emma smiled reassuringly.
Regina smiled back and nodded, finding the blonde's words actually putting her mind at ease. She didn't know how or why Emma Swan was having such an effect on her, but she wasn't complaining. At least not for now.
"Today he asked me if we were together." Emma said, breaking the silence after a few minutes.
Regina just stared at her blankly. Of course Henry would notice; he was a smart kid, after all. But still, she didn't know if she was ready to admit her true feelings for the woman sitting next to her.
"And what did you tell him?" Regina asked.
"I told him that I didn't know." The blonde shrugged as she took a sip of her drink.
Emma's answer surprised Regina. She was expecting her to say something like 'no way' or 'that kid is crazy', but the blonde seemed like she was totally serious.
"What do you mean you don't know?" The brunette inquired.
"I mean that I don't know, Regina." Emma repeated, rolling her eyes. "I always thought you hated me with a burning passion until yesterday, but now—"
"I've never hated you." Regina rushed to say. "I mean, you are a pain in the ass, that I can't deny, but I could never bring myself to hate you."
And now it was Emma's turn to be surprised. Her superpower told her that Regina was indeed telling the truth. Although, she could never be fully sure…
"You had all the reasons to hate me." Emma reasoned. "But if you truly didn't, you disguised it pretty well…"
Regina chuckled under her breath, staring down at her hands.
"If I truly hated you, I wouldn't have invited you for dinner, Ms. Swan." She said in a small voice.
"Then why did you?" Emma insisted.
"Why are you so eager to know? Do you think I just wanted to trick you into eating poisoned lasagna?" The Mayor quipped. "I can be nice when I want to, Ms. Swan. Contrary to popular belief, I'm not made of pure evil."
"But this was not about being nice to me or not." Emma said. "You invited me for a reason."
"And this is the moment when I start regretting this decision…" Regina sighed as she stood up for a refill.
"You have feelings for me."
Emma's words made Regina stop dead in her tracks. She hugged her sides protectively, something she did whenever she was in a complicated situation.
"What makes you think that?" She asked without turning around to look at the blonde.
"Well, you seemed pretty into me last night." Emma said with a hint of cockiness. "Y'know, with all the cuddling and stuff."
"We did not cuddle." Regina defended, turning around quickly.
"Then what was it? Just sleeping super close against each other?" Emma smirked.
Regina just huffed and crossed her arms tightly, avoiding Emma's gaze.
"So what if I have feelings for you?" The brunette said, feeling her cheeks turning red. "Will you go around town telling everyone the Mayor is in love with the Sheriff so you can torture me for a couple of weeks?"
"No." Emma said simply, standing up and taking a few steps towards the brunette. "If you admitted that you had feelings for me, you'd be giving me permission to do something."
Regina eyed Emma suspiciously as she stepped closer, her eyes betraying her and going from her eyes to her lips, and back to the green orbs again.
"To do what?"
Emma didn't even need to answer that question. She took another step towards the brunette, now just inches away from her. She hesitantly raised a hand and brushed a strand of hair away from Regina's face, tucking it behind her ear. She took a deep breath and slowly leaned in and pressed her lips against Regina's. She left them there for a few seconds, without making a single move. She wanted to feel the brunette, but she also needed her permission and she knew Regina would slap her and kick her out of her house if she made the wrong move.
Regina didn't know how to react. Should she kiss her back? Should she push her away and tell her to leave? That would be a very Regina thing to do. But this was different, this was Emma kissing her lips, the woman she had oh so desired the previous night when she had her arms wrapped around her torso. Hell, the woman she desired since the mine incident when they were only a breath away from each other. She remembered how much she wanted to just close the gap and kiss those lips, feel them against her mouth. And now that she finally had the blonde where she wanted her, she was having second thoughts?
'Jesus Christ, Regina, just make out with her for God's sake!'
Regina listened to the small voice in the back of her head and opened her mouth slightly, taking the blonde's lower lip between hers, sucking gently. She raised a shaky hand and cupped Emma's cheek, stroking softly with her thumb.
After taking Regina's move as a sign of approval, and a little shocked she wasn't pushed away, Emma grabbed the brunette by the waist and pulled her closer to her, their bodies molding perfectly against each other, as if that was the only place they were meant to be.
"Do you know for how long I've wanted to do this?" Emma breathed against Regina's lips when she pulled away, her hand buried in the brunette's short locks and the other one holding her in place close to her body.
"Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?" Regina asked huskily as she crashed her lips against Emma's once again, walking towards her until Emma's back collided against the wall.
"Then why didn't you do it sooner?" Emma inquired when Regina abandoned her mouth to start placing kisses along her jaw.
"I don't usually go around kissing people just because I want to, Ms. Swan." Regina replied against Emma's skin.
"I wouldn't have complained if you did so, to be honest." Emma admitted nonchalantly.
"Oh, I know that, dear." Regina chuckled. "But that doesn't change anything. I'm still the Mayor and you're still the Sheriff."
"And who cares? It's not like people are going to find out." Emma whispered, looking directly into Regina's eyes.
"Eventually, they will." Regina sighed, resting her forehead against Emma's. "We're not pretty good at hiding things, are we? Henry already noticed."
"Yeah, but the kid's smart." Said Emma. "And you are the obvious one. He told me you couldn't shut up about me after I left today."
Emma smirked triumphantly when she noticed Regina's cheeks turning red.
"I believe I already told you not to flatter yourself, Ms. Swan," Regina husked into Emma's ear, sliding her own leg between Emma's thighs and making her whimper quietly. "I haven't confessed my love for you yet
"Don't Ms. Swan me now. You said you liked me." Emma argued, trying not to let Regina distract her as she put pressure between her legs. "And yet? What does that mean, huh?"
"It means shut up and kiss me." The brunette said as she leaned in to kiss Emma again.
"And if I don't?" said Emma, stopping Regina just in time by putting two fingers against her red lips.
"If you don't I'm not going to propose taking this to my bedroom and I'm going to ask you to leave."
Emma gasped dramatically, putting a hand where her heart was.
"You wouldn't do that."
"Wanna bet?"
The two women fell silent and stared at each other defiantly. Emma knew Regina would do as she said if she kept pushing her buttons, just for the sake of torturing Emma; but at the same time she knew the brunette wouldn't miss a chance like this, especially in the position they were right now.
"How about we call a truce and continue this upstairs in peace?" Emma proposed.
"Eager, are we?" Regina smirked.
"Hard not to be when you have me pinned against the wall with your knee between my legs."
"I have to keep you in place somehow." Regina shrugged.
"Are we going to go upstairs or not?" Emma asked impatiently.
"I said we would if you kissed me, but since you haven't—"
Before she could finish Emma's mouth was on hers again, attacking it hungrily, tasting every corner of Regina's mouth with her tongue. The blonde made a quick move and switched their positions, so now Regina was the one pinned against the wall.
"So," Emma started, her breath hitting the older woman's lips. "do you still want to kick me out or can we resume our activities in your bedroom?"
Regina licked her lips nervously, trying to maintain her regal posture despite the short distance between herself and the blonde.
"Let's get on with it, dear."
I'm planning on making this a three shot. I guess you all know what's gonna happen in the next chapter right ;) Please review if you have the time *u* it keeps me going. Tell me what you think of this one and drop me some ideas for the next chapter if you want. I really appreciate it! :D xxx