Emma's hand interlaced with Regina's as they waited to catch the elevator up to the tenth floor. It was finally six months post surgery, and supposedly her last checkup at Dr. Hale's office besides the ubiquitous one-year post operative appointment. Emma was nervous, and all she wanted was her clearance, for two reasons. First, to start working at the Portland Police Department and second, so that she and Regina could be intimate again. Not only was it a painful six months adjusting to dilators, especially her level four, Emma also couldn't have sex. Now though, she could see the swelling had gone down by far, and all she wanted to do was to hear from her doctor that she was ready to go.
"I mentioned the Halloween festival last week, right? I'm judging the pumpkin pie eating contest." Regina made small talk as they waited.
Emma assumed it was her way of trying to calm her nerves, and she welcomed that. She was a ball of nervous energy and she'd take anything she could get, especially from Regina, in order to calm down. "No, but why are you judging that?" Emma scrunched her face. She would have figured her love would be spearheading the pumpkin carving contest or the best face paint contest.
"Well, Jeff thought it would be funny since he signed you up to be a contestant." Regina smiled a wicked grin.
Emma's eyebrows shot up her forehead. "He didn't!" She pulled her girlfriend into her arms, and kissed her lips just as the doors dinged open. "You're something else you know that." As they stepped in, Emma hit the button that glowed an ominous yellow 10.
"So what else are they having at the festival?" It was Emma's first Halloween in Westbrook and she wasn't sure what to expect.
"There will be those bounce houses and some activities for kids, like bobbing for apples. Everyone will be dressed up, it's a lot of fun."
"Are you dressing up this year?" Emma asked. She couldn't remember the last time she dressed up for Halloween. Well, maybe she did, it was her freshman year of college and she had gone to a party as a sexy police officer. Winces.
"I was thinking, maybe we could do one of those couple costumes?" Regina wondered aloud as the doors dinged open.
"Regina, we are not going as something stupid like PB&J," Emma deadpanned.
Regina laughed as she opened the door to the doctor's office. She walked into the familiar waiting room with faint pinstriped wallpaper, and Emma signed in for what felt like the hundredth time since April. That was being dramatic of course. They had only been here several times, but assumed it was the frustrating Boston traffic they endure that made it seem as if they visited more.
The older woman behind the glass smiled and genuinely said, "Go ahead and have a seat. The doctor will be with you shortly."
Emma sat down comfortably, her eyes looking at the same artwork that was still boring. Her eyes still latched on to all the details of the room, as always. She was nervous, but a different type of nervous than many times before. Today would be one of her last appointments. That was an exciting revelation. And so, her eyes continued to scan the end tables to look for a magazine, just something so she could deter her nerves. She saw some old magazines, one that was nearly a year old. It was a Reader's Digest titled Miraculous Christmas Stories. On another table was the Time magazine that paid tribute to the late legend, David Bowie. It was as if time never changed in this office. While those magazines were here when she first had her conciliation, they were now ripped and earmarked from patients past.
Her leg started to bounce up and down. She was trying to not fidget, but there was an enormous sense of excitement flowing through her.
"What if we were dressed as wine and cheese?" Regina mused.
The question distracted Emma long enough for her leg to stop moving. She tore her gaze away from the time capsule magazine stack, and looked at Regina. "Let me guess, I'd be the cheese since my hair is blonde?"
Regina laughed, "Okay fine, how about Portia and Ellen?"
"Again, who am I, Ellen?" Emma quipped.
Regina rolled her eyes in response. She pinched her face tight, deep in thought before grinning. "How about peas and carrots?" Of course Regina laughed because that was worse than PB&J.
"Babe, you know I love you, but you're horrible at this. And when we have kids, you're not in charge of costume buying or picking out candy," Emma told Regina very seriously. "Knowing you, you give out erasers and pencils to trick or treaters."
Regina laughed again, confirming Emma's fears. "You know what, that's fair since you have naming privileges revoked for when we have children," Regina reminded her.
"Hey, stop hating on Paula. I liked that tree." Emma almost forgot about when she named their first Christmas tree Paula. It was a joke of course, but after Regina's slip-up on her never naming their kids, it made Emma realize how serious they were. That was now ten months ago.
"Paula... seriously, Emma?" Regina looked at her with raised eyebrows, and shook her head.
"Fine," Emma huffed good naturedly, knowing she wouldn't win. Besides, she knew Regina wasn't serious. She would let her help name their kids, or at least have some say. It would be too mean otherwise. "Okay, how do you feel about Supergirl and Wonder Woman?" Emma knew it was a genius idea. Regina would make a perfect Wonder Woman and Emma knew she was a shoe-in for Supergirl.
Regina gasped, "Oh my god, I loved Lynda Carter as Wonder Woman when I was a little girl. I used to watch the old re-runs all the time." She beamed like a five-year-old, and kissed Emma's cheek. "I love the idea. You're a genius, Emma Swan."
The door to the back exam rooms pulled open and Sierra, the nurse she'd known from prior visits, stood at the door. "Emma, we're ready for you now."
Emma stood and interlaced her fingers with Regina's once more, and together they walked towards the exam room. "So I take it that's a yes then?" She whispered into Regina's hair.
Regina laughed, "I mean it's that or peas and carrots, so I think you win."
Emma fist pumped to herself at her small victory. She knew, at the very least, that they were going to be the coolest adults at the Westbrook Halloween Fall Festival. She now believed her Supergirl costume would bring her special powers to help her win the pumpkin pie eating contest.
When they got into the exam room, Emma popped up on the table, the paper crunching under her jean-covered legs. Regina took her usual seat over on the side, and waited as the nurse got settled too.
Sierra sat in front of the computer and clicked left and right. Unlike before, she jumped right into the intro stuff, "Have you had any changes to your medical history?"
"No." Emma said and then watched as Sierra typed a few notes.
"In that case, this is just a general check up for Dr. Hale to examine how well you healed." She pulled out a gown for Emma to change into. "Go ahead and change, and he will be in momentarily."
Emma watched her leave before she stood and started shifting out of her clothes. She turned away from Regina when she slipped off her underwear. She picked up the gown and slipped it up over her shoulders, "Can you tie it for me?"
Regina stood after stacking Emma's neatly folded clothes off to the side. Her nimble fingers tying the loose pieces together in the back of Emma's gown made her shiver.
Emma's eyes couldn't help but drift outside the window of the exam room. The famous Citgo sign was lit up in the city's sunny skyline and it reminded her of something. "You know, we should really go to a game. I don't care much for the Red Sox, but I love baseball."
Back in the day in Florida, she and August would drink beer and watch games together all season long. Of course he drank that watered down Bud Light, that sad excuse for beer. She always poked fun at him for his lousy choices, and he took it with a smile. She missed those days a lot. Even still, Emma was happier yet since she had Regina. Regina was her everything.
"Why don't I look up to see if they're playing today. I think they usually play on Thursdays?" Regina said hopefully as Emma turned around.
Emma captured Regina's lips into a quick kiss, "That would be very sweet, but we don't have to go today if you can't. It was just a suggestion for when we have free time. I know you have a lot of work that you moved around to be here today."
Emma was no stranger to how much work Regina had on her plate ever since the acquisition of her business. Regina agreed to stay in her role until the turn of the year. She was trying to make sure everything was ready to be handed over to SMC and new senior management in a smooth transition. And it wasn't just that; she had been busy working with Jeff to make sure budgets, investments, and all other town business was being accounted for properly too.
Regina smiled, "Yeah, but I moved everything already. Besides, consider it a way for us to celebrate?"
A knock on the door interrupted them and a second later Dr. Hale popped his face in. "Why hello to my two favorite women!" He exclaimed, Sierra right behind him. He then looked at Emma, who had now positioned herself back up on the exam table. "And how are you feeling?"
Emma crossed her dangling legs and said, "A lot better, I feel like I can start getting back on my feet again. I have a job lined up, whenever I get cleared that is," she said to her doctor carefully. She knew from appointments in the past that he wanted her to be careful and she was; she practically had turned into a couch potato. If it weren't for Regina's healthy cooking, Emma guessed she would have probably have gained fifteen pounds or more. That would have been super flattering.
Sierra was busy setting up an examination tray with terrifying objects. Emma tried not to stare too hard, but it was hard. Her level four dilator sucked, but whatever the ninety degree angled thing was looked unpleasant, and somehow she had a feeling it was about to find its way inside of her.
"Well, let's see how you've healed," the doctor motioned for Emma to lay back.
She heard the stirrups pull out, and she looked up as she put her foot into each. The snap of Dr. Hale's gloves made her shudder, as it certainly wasn't the most comforting of sounds. These appointments never got any easier, they mainly just sucked for all of the over thirty minutes, and then she'd make herself forget it ever happened.
Almost by rote, Emma pushed her body down to the end of the table, and once she was adjusted she felt Dr. Hale lift her gown slightly.
"I'm going to do a gynecological exam," he said.
Regina stood by her side now, holding her hand tight.
"The swelling has gone down considerably. The labia minora, labia majora, clitoris, clitoral hood, fourchette all have healed very nicely." Dr. Hale remarked, sounding quite pleased.
Emma felt his fingers push her folds apart and he started to add some pressure.
"Do you feel any tenderness here?" he asked. Emma shook her head no.
"How about here?" He squeezed gently on the opposite side. Again, Emma shook her head no.
In her head she was repeating back and forth, get it over with, get it over with, get it over with.
"Sierra can you please lubricate the speculum?" Dr. Hale requested. The nurse, already ready, handed him the prepared tool that looked similar to some age-old torture device.
Emma was right, that thing was going inside her. Fucking great.
"You may feel a bit of pressure and some pinching. It's entirely normal. I'm just going to insert my fingers." Dr. Hale sounded like he was underwater, and the exam room suddenly felt very warm.
Taking a deep breath to center herself and control her breathing, Emma tried to focus. She heard him moving around and within a few seconds, she felt his fingers push down on her opening followed by an uncomfortable, insertion of hard plastic. She felt him turning the object, and winced. It was more of a knee jerk reaction. Her vagina was not happy about this particular intrusion, not even in the slightest.
"Is this causing any discomfort?" Dr. Hale asked, mild concern creasing his brows.
The truth was, yeah the whole bloody thing was uncomfortable, but that wasn't the real answer to what he was asking. In reality, there was no pain, just the feeling of pressure. She instead shook her head no and shortly after that, she felt his fingers being removed. Then, Emma felt him stretch open the bill of the speculum, and she squirmed slightly. Her grip on Regina's hand intensified, and she closed her eyes because now the feeling was intensely uncomfortable. She could tell he was trying to do a thorough job, but quickly.
She felt the object move around slightly, she could hear him saying, "The swelling has gone down nicely and most, if not all of your sutures are dissolved completely." He then started to slowly shut the plastic ensconced inside of her vagina, and then maneuvered it out.
"All your incisions are fully healed, the scars already palming. I'm quite happy that they're not raised and pink at this stage. Well done, Emma!" Dr. Hale said encouragingly, and draped her gown back down. Pulling off his gloves, he then held out one hand to assist her while tossing his gloves into the medical waste with the other. "Alight you can sit up."
When the doctor turned back around, Emma had risen to her previous seated position, the stupid white paper beneath her ripping slightly as she shifted her weight. "So, am I healed?" she eagerly asked.
"You are healed. Your swelling has gone down considerably since the last time I saw you. Everything looks anatomically perfect."
Emma smiled. This was amazing news to hear, and she felt her earlier nerves dissipate. "Can I go back to work and… and, uh, have sex?" she asked, the latter a little timidly.
Dr. Hale leaned against the cabinets and said, "You can go back to work, I think you're beyond ready for that. As for sex, you really need to get to know your own body. You'll want to bring yourself to an orgasm first. You need to figure out how everything works so that there is not so much anxiety when you are able to have sex again. Many people make the mistake of not doing this and are let down because something doesn't work or feel the way they thought it would. Some people have a hard time reaching a climax too, so I just warn you to be very conscientious of that."
Emma nodded, "Okay, I… I can do that." She may never have masturbated before her surgery, but that was before when she felt like there was a piece of her that didn't belong. Now she felt like she knew her body and would do whatever it took to move on to the next step, which was making love to Regina again. Six months was just too damn long.
"If you're satisfied and are able to bring yourself to an orgasm, then I think you're ready to have sex. In the event that you can't bring yourself to an orgasm, then you just need to keep trying. There's tricks and toys you can use."
"Okay..." Emma said, but she knew since she already felt a lot of sensitivity between her legs that she shouldn't have any problems. "Is that it?" She looked at him and Sierra, questioning if there was something else that she may have missed.
"Unless you have any other questions, then yes, that's it. You've healed really well. All you had was that one minor infection back in the hospital, and you recovered fast from that. You are incredibly lucky. Some people need follow up surgeries, and others have horrible infections that make the healing process a lot more painful," Dr. Hale said as he turned and took down some notes.
And Emma knew she was lucky. She half expected that she'd need follow up surgeries, or that her initial infection would have been a lot worse. She had healed as she was supposed to, and her body responded well.
"Well, I don't have any follow-up questions, rather… I just really want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. I can't tell you how happy I am, I feel like the person I should have been born as finally." It was true, she was thankful. She wished she could thank Henry too, for affording her this possibility. Cora had stopped by a few times to visit to check in on them, and she was one of Emma's favorite people to visit with. They'd drink wine, and she'd listen to Cora go on about boys. Regina was sure as hell not going to opt to join in on that conversation. Claudio was still a highly sensitive topic, even though he and Cora were no longer a fling.
"You're very welcome Emma. Anything for Henry's family." Dr. Hale grinned, giving a little nod.
Emma never thought of it that way. She always considered him to be like a father, but not family till just now. She wished that Henry was still here today, she loved that old man, and he truly was her family.
Now she was finally healed, and could start her job at the Portland Police Department when she wanted. Her sex life was dependent upon her really. All she needed to do was give herself an orgasm, so that she and Regina could have sex again.
After the doctor had left, Emma changed back into her clothes. Regina was engrossed in her phone, typing away on the tiny screen completely oblivious to what was going on around her, or at least Emma thought.
Emma slipped on her red Calvin Klein underwear and then said, "Well that's great news right, babe?" she asked.
"Yeah, it's great." Regina practically muttered.
Emma looked off at her and wondered what was so important on her phone. "You sure about that?" She questioned. That quickly piqued Regina's interest, and fast
"Yeah, of course!" she stood and brought Emma's face closer into her own. "I didn't mean to seem like I wasn't paying attention. I was just buying us tickets for the game," Regina smiled, sheepishly.
Emma's heart melted, "Awe, you didn't have to do that." She also kind of felt like crum for thinking Regina would ignore her, or the fact that she was cleared to move on with her life. Her Regina was always better than that, and God was she spectacular.
"Oh but I did, just wait till we get there. You're going to die!" Her girlfriend said with a wink.
Emma's jaw went slack when she realized the Royals were playing the Red Sox, "Get out! Regina, you're the best. God, I love you..." she practically squealed, and picked Regina up in her arms, kissing her lips in front of Fenway Park.
As if she hadn't already conveyed how happy she was, she turned to her girlfriend and said, "August is going to be so jealous! I can't believe I get to see them play in real life!" Emma jumped with excitement as they followed a crowd to gate C. Seeing the Red Sox play was going to be fun, but getting to see the Royals cream the Red Sox was even better.
The smells of hot dogs filled the air and tickled Emma's nose, this was what she always expected her first trip to a baseball game would be like. Back home in Florida, she really didn't care for any of the teams, but she always loved the Royals. She and August had once planned on making a trip to Kansas City to watch them play, but they never did. She supposed it was mainly because neither one of them really had any desire to visit a mid-west city that only offered baseball as a tourist perk.
"Get your program right here!" a man with a Red Sox jersey on yelled out to people passing by. He was waving a booklet in his hand, "Just five dollars, people!" He continued to shout.
Emma kept walking, and they passed by a group of drunken college kids chanting and clapping, "Let's go Red Sox!" And of course, all the fans were all dressed in red, white, and blue.
"I think we're the only Royals fans here," Emma whispered in her girlfriend's ear.
Regina stopped and looked at Emma, "Who said I was a Royals fan?" She chuckled. "I grew up in New England and by default support all our teams, even the Revolution team."
"The what?" Emma asked, confused.
"Exactly."
By the time they found their seats, Emma had already had one hot dog, a beer, and was now on her second. "I can't believe you're not rooting for my team!" She said as she sipped the amber fluid from a clear cup.
"You should FaceTime August so you can have someone else on your side." Regina laughed.
Emma, on the other hand, smiled a toothy grin, "That's a genius idea." She sat her beer down and pulled out her phone.
It took her iPhone a few minutes to connect with August. When his face appeared she practically was freaking out, spewing on in almost indecipherable sentences.
"Oh my god, August, you'll never believe it. Regina got us tickets to a Red Sox game against the Royals and I can't believe I'm actually getting to see them play in real life and I always thought it'd be you I'd see them play with, but I'm luckier than that because I have Regina." Emma stopped and showed Regina's face and then added, "Who might I add is rooting for the Red Sox team."
August started to laugh, "Well hello to you too." He scratched his head, "Hi Regina!" He called out.
Emma pointed the phone towards her girlfriend again, who waved. "Hi, August!" She said. "You should visit us again soon!"
"I think I could make that happen." He smiled, "Hey Ems?"
Emma shifted the camera back towards herself. She watched as he turned his camera away and to the flat screen TV where the game was already in his apartment. "Looks like I can see you on my TV! He then held out his Bud Light for her to see. "Cheers!"
"I miss you." Emma blurted out. "If you don't come up here again soon, then I'll have to make a trip to you."
"Or we could just plan to see the Royals at the World Series again. When they go again this year who knows what field they'll play at." August pointed out, confident they'll be winning already.
"Oh good point. I like the way you think." Emma picked up her cup and sipped the crisp local draft beer that she couldn't remember the name to. "Well, I should go before someone yells at me for being on my phone or something. I'll call you later." She smiled.
"Take care and Regina, shame on you for cheering for the Sox. They're about to lose!" He laughed before then hanging up so that she couldn't come back with a witty comment, per her usual style.
While August and Emma both were sure, positive even, that the Red Sox were going to get creamed, they somehow, by an act of God, won. Emma chalked it up to it being home field advantage. She pointed out that they'd win when the Red Sox visit Kansas City. Of course, Regina laughed at her. Who knew Regina was a closet sports fan? While the Royals didn't win, she still got to see her first game and with the woman of her dreams. It was one of those, sort of awkward days, but there were many positives and that's what Emma was holding on to.
The next day, Emma was rifling through her things in her side table. In an envelope under a few nick nacks, ring box and several tubes of ChapSticks were the pictures Regina had made for her on Valentine's day earlier in the year. She loved them so much she wished that she could have them all framed. Of course that wasn't possible since having half naked, to basically naked photos hanging on the walls wouldn't be suitable for guests. Especially since Regina was the mayor. It would scream, scandal.
Emma slipped open the packet and pulled out the first one on top and could barely move her eyes away. She couldn't imagine Regina going out there and getting these done, but she did and Emma loved them.
Regina was at work since earlier that morning. Emma would soon have to get her head back in the game and start waking up early too, for work. She was over the moon excited to start at the Portland Police Department with Graham. Being home all the time made her insanely bored, especially the weeks that followed her mother and August leaving. Her days were spent cleaning the house, watching too much Netflix, and hanging out with Weezy. Then, also, dilating which was a pain in her ass, well vagina really. Ever since leaving the doctor the day prior, Emma was excited to hear that she had healed for the most part. Of course, dilating was a lifelong commitment, but so long as she had sex once a week, she wouldn't have to dilate as frequently, thank God. Somehow she knew managing sex once a week was easily obtainable.
Emma was excited about being able to go back to work and also excited she could have sex with Regina again. Though, she still needed to masturbate, which then gave her an idea. She sat the pictures down on her nightstand and pulled off her cat covered pajama bottoms and laid down in bed. Emma kind of scolded herself for not thinking of this prior and slipped her hand under her underwear. She hadn't done this before, but she wanted more than anything to have an orgasm so that she and Regina could get past their six-month abstinence. Because that was pure hell.
She picked up the pictures from the side table and flipped to the one where Regina was in nothing but a black string thong and heels. She was lying flat on her stomach, legs curled up with a heel pulling the thong away from her body. It was fucking hot and Emma kind of wanted to kill the kid that took the pictures of her girlfriend like this. Thankfully he was gay, but still. She wasn't partial to the idea of someone else seeing her girlfriend in compromising, sexual positions such as this one.
Emma's fingers began to caress her clit and slowly she turned circles over her sensitive flesh. She felt her skin tingle and her fingers stalled several times as it became much harder to concentrate. Her body, since it wasn't like Regina's vagina, didn't get wet. So she pulled back her fingers and slicked them through her mouth to wet them before diving them back between her underwear. She used the wetness on her fingers to easily glide through her folds to tease herself. Her eyes never once wavering from the picture she stared at.
Her fingers started to move faster around her bundle of nerves and it wasn't something she was familiar with, but as pleasure began to make it harder for her to concentrate, she knew to just keep doing what she was doing because it felt so damn good. Her hips started to naturally buck forward in response to the sensations rippling through her. The warmth created from the friction between her fingers and her clit caused her to softly moan out, "Re...Regina."
Seconds followed and Emma rode out the small waves of pleasure. It was an orgasm, not like one she or Regina ever shared together, but nonetheless, it was one. Happy that she was successful, she reached out for her phone.
Mission accomplished. ;)
Emma smirked at her message and then hit send.
You cleaned the drain finally?
Instantly, she rolled her eyes at the total mood-killer. She completely forgot that Regina needed her to do that.
No, of course not, who do you think you're dating? Because, let's be real, I forgot. I'll do that later before you're home. And also… I was saying, mission accomplished to something else! Guess? ;) ;)
Emma hoped the extra wink faces helped convey the message so that Regina would guess right.
I don't know, you got our costumes for next week?
How can Regina be so smart, yet dense? Emma thought. She figured she was going to have to spell it out for her.
Jesus woman! You're really going to make me text it out, aren't you? I was able to give myself an orgasm, so mission accomplished, we can have sex again! *No more cute winky faces for you* And also, I may have forgotten about the costumes. I'll get those later too.
Emma hit send.
A few seconds later, Emma's phone rang. She proudly smiled as she answered, "I thought you might call!" She bit her lip as she paced back and forth in her underwear.
"I'm just really happy for you. I'm trying to check my schedule now to see if I can leave work early." Regina told her.
"You've moved so much around. There's no pressure. It will happen when it happens. Besides, I don't want to like plan it, or something. I just wanted you to know." Emma told her girlfriend.
"Well, I can't wait," Regina cooed, "I've missed you all day."
Emma smiled, "I've missed you too. How's work, are you getting a lot done?"
"Work has been busy. I had a meeting with some members of the town council and then a call with senior management at SMC. Turns out that Albert Spencer has resigned from his position." Regina mentioned nonchalantly.
Emma couldn't help but picture Spencer dressed in drag as Adele singing Hello. Not to mention his name, Orgazma Da Spencer. She couldn't believe that was nearly a year ago, when she was following him around for a case back when she worked with Maurice. Pensively, Emma asked, "That's wild, do you know why he left?" She was highly curious considering he was her old case.
"No, it's just recent news. I think it may have something to do with his divorce, the one that you were working on." Regina sighed into the phone. "Oh well, wasn't exactly the nicest guy. I'm glad that he followed through with his end of the deal with me. Anyways, I just wanted to give you a quick call. I can't wait to come home to you later this evening. I may have a lot of work for later, but I think we can make it work if you want?" Regina murmured into the phone. Emma sensed that Jeff was probably standing nearby.
Emma smiled, "Yeah, maybe. We'll see. I may fall asleep on you like I usually do."
"I know, I have been really busy lately, but as soon as the New Year happens I am going to be more available," She promised Emma. The truth was, Regina's work didn't bother her. She missed her sure, but she loved how passionate she was.
"Well, I'll let you go. I know you're busy. And it seems like I have my work cut out for me. I need to go unclog a drain and go purchase some costumes for Halloween for us."
"Can you also pick us up some cat treats for Weezy?" Regina asked, "I have found he likes me more when I give him those."
"You think? He's a cat, he'll be your best friend if you give him treats." Emma laughed. She then looked around to see if that little fluff was curled up sleeping somewhere, but he was nowhere to be found.
"That's the point." Regina laughed, "Have fun and drive safe. I'll see you around six."
When Regina got home later that evening, things didn't go as planned. Emma had dinner already made, Julia Child style since she was her favorite cook. Emma found her impressive, even when Julia dropped the food on the floor. It was something she would do and often did. Apparently there was a minor crisis in town and Regina was stuck on some calls in the in-home office. The food was all put into containers and placed in the fridge for leftovers the next day. The costumes that she ended up finding, after driving to several costumes stores, were laid out on the bed for them to try on together. Unfortunately, it had gotten too late for superhero dress up and so Emma picked them up and folded them nicely into their drawers.
She knew deep down that she got her hopes up that Regina would come home and they'd have a nice dinner together. After, they'd retreat back to the bedroom and make love. Emma kept having to remind herself to stop planning. She may have mentioned that to Regina on the phone earlier, 'it will happen when it happens,' except Emma was beaming with excitement that tonight was the night.
Now that was several hours ago and she was already falling softly asleep in their bed. It was unlikely either of them was getting laid.