Five minutes later, Emma found herself tapping her fingernails absentmindedly against the steering wheel. There was no rhythm to her movements, which would have driven Regina mad. She wasn't a fan of actions without a purpose. Maybe that's why it was so easy to think of their arrangement as something more - well, open to interpretation.

As the confusion set in, fists flew against the wheel and she had to use her last ounce of control to avoid the horn. Henry was still sleeping, after all, and the rest of Storybrooke didn't need to know her whereabouts. Still, the bright yellow bug gave her away.

Every single time.

A light tapping on her window wasn't enough to catch her attention, so the noise moved to the hood of her car, where a pair of hands slammed down against the surface.

"What in Shakespeare's name are you doing?"

Emma didn't reply. Sure, so maybe she was being vindictive for her silence earlier. What did it matter?

"Open the door."

The surprised blonde didn't even look as she moved over to unlock the passenger's seat, agreeing to do things on her terms. A loud, overexaggerated sigh followed as the figure moved around the parked vehicle. Once they claimed shotgun and clicked in their seatbelt, they both sat there in silence.

"Drive."

"Regina, we can't just - "

"Drive!"

Emma knew better than to make the queen repeat herself a third time.

The rest of the drive around town was quiet and uneventful. The driver by default had managed to sneak in a few glances in Regina's direction, but she was caught when she stared too long during a red light. Even as the color rushed to her cheeks, Emma felt no shame.

"Are you calm, now?"

The savior furrowed her brows at the question. Is that what this was about? Some kind of ploy to get her from inadvertedly giving away her new position in Regina Mill's life?

Okay, so there was more than one position, but that was not an after school special...

"Look what you've done," Regina tsked as she gathered the other woman's hands in her own, examining her bruised knuckles. "Stay still."

With a wave of her hand, the marks of unaddressed anger were gone.

"I thought we agreed that we weren't going to use magic anymore, for Henry's sake?"

As ungrateful as it might have sounded, both of them knew what was at stake. Regina regarded her son's biological mother with a hard look, before clenching her jaw and nodding her head firmly. Extending her hand, she stared at Emma expectantly.

"What? Did you just get them done? You know, it's not very practical to have long nails."

The glare that followed was almost comedic. Almost. Because the idea of the dark-haired sorceress withholding sex for a week was not the least bit funny.

"I don't understand... oh, your nail is broken."

Regina nodded again, a little bit of relief relaxing her features.

"Yes, dear."

"Sorry?"

"An apology isn't going to do me any good, at this point."

Emma stared blankly, until it dawned on her. Regina wanted her to fix it. Like, with magic? Wow, she hadn't used magic since... when was the last time? It almost sounded like she was talking about her former sex life.

"Regina, I'm not sure that this is a good - "

But she ended up swallowing her own words as another pair of lips engulfed hers, stealing her breath in the process. I mean, we're talking complete motor function malfunction here; everything, except for her lips. They chased each other relentlessly, until Regina was practically hovering over her lap, pinning her hands against either side of the driver's seat.

The car was too small for any graceful movements, but somehow, Regina had managed to make an artform out of manuevering herself around the yellow bug. "Ugh, Regina..." A small whimper escaped her lips.

After hazel eyes locked on a pair of the queen's assets, the other accidentally bumped into the power button of the stereo and Stairway To Heaven started playing. Immediately, Regina stopped what she was doing, which nearly killed a very aroused Emma.

"What? Have you never tried to get the Led out?" she questioned quickly, before trying to capture the other pair of lips between her teeth. Instead, she ended up nipping lightly at Regina's pristine jawline, for she had angled her face away from her ministrations.

"Sometimes I forget that I still hate you, with every fiber of my being and then some."

"Could you remember that when we're not in an awkward position in my car, out in the middle of nowhere?"

"No." With a pause, Regina seemed to tilt her head slightly. The loud blaring noise of static rang out and a small walkie talkie was pulled out of the mayor's purse. "False alarm."

What was that? Operation Cobra came to mind and she could only hope that Regina was in fact using it to keep an ear on their son. Unless she was into voyeurism, which was a whole other bag of tricks...

"Henry's fine."

Well, that was a relief. There were certain kinks that she was open-minded to, but spying on other people? God, what if it was her parents or something? Then again, hearing Snow go on and on about how inherently bad Regina was for Emma? That forbidden edge was enticing...

Without touching upon the fact that they weren't just acquaintances, as the Charmings blindly believed.

"That static was probably the sound of leaves rustling as he escaped through the window."

"... Drive. Home. Now."

"Regina, I was kidding!" Oh, now she'd really done it. "Could you not look at me like that?"

"These are my eyes. They're the same ones that watch you get dressed in the morning, when you leave the bathroom door open on purpose just to get me hot and bothered. They also watched you leave tonight."

"What else could I have done? Did you want me to fight? Because I have to tell you, I'm getting a lot of mixed signals here..."

"Just drive."

It really didn't take much convincing. While they were at a stop sign, Emma placed her hand over the other and when she removed it, Regina's broken nail was repaired. It wasn't properly noticed until much later.