Oh look! Another chapter! I'm still not sure if I want to make this a multi chapter, what do you guys think?
Chapter 2:
Regina stirred awake, head throbbing and her memories fuzzy and unreliable. She tossed a hand on her forehead and turned her head to check the time on her clock. 9:47 AM. She sighed in relief when she saw the glass of water and the two tablets of ibuprofen on her nightstand, thinking that she had some foresight to leave it there for herself. She reached over and picked up the two tablets, promptly washing them down with the glass of lukewarm water then placing it back on the table.
She lay back down and stared at the ceiling, trying to recall the events of the night. She remembered breaking it off with Robin after he attempted to invite himself to move in with her, telling him that she wasn't ready for that kind of commitment. She knew that she couldn't lie to him, she broke his heart when she explained that it was because her heart never truly belonged to him. That her heart belonged to someone else.
Trying to fight the need to go back to sleep, Regina let out a long yawn and stretched her arms into the air, followed by her legs. As she extended her limbs fully, her feet hit something lumpy at the end of her bed. What is that? Unsure as to what it could be, she prodded the object with her right foot a few times before hearing a strange muffled noise.
"Ughnnghh. Five more minutes…."
The brunette sat up quickly and stared at the end of her bed. Lying across the foot of her mattress was the Sheriff, face down on top of the sheets, wearing a slightly beat up t-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. Her arms where at her sides and her were legs stretched out with her feet dangling off the end; one foot bare and the other half covered in a sock.
That's when she realized she forgot a lot more than she thought.
"Emma?" She prodded at the blonde a little harder with her foot.
Still face first into the sheets Emma responded half consciously, "mmmadam mayor, I swear I didn't know it was due today…"
"Emma!" The Mayor prodded her one more time.
The Sheriff let out a short snort before lifting her head up from the bed. Her hair was a mess, with a few golden tresses making their way into her mouth during sleep. She moved her arm and pulled the strands away from her face, "Oh, hey you're awake." She rolled off the bed and stood in the middle of the room, raising her arms in the air and bending from side to side to stretch. She began with a few twisting motions, then started to touch her toes to stretch out her back.
Regina raked her eyes across the blonde's figure, impressed with the tight muscles and surprising flexibility that she possessed. Her mind cleared and she began to wonder why she was even in her bedroom. Suppressing panic, she moved up the bed and rested her back flush against the headboard, "Miss Swan, what exactly are you doing in my room, let alone sleeping at the foot of my bed like some sort of pet?"
Emma shifted her weight to one leg then scratched the back of her head trying to figure out exactly how to explain it to her. "Oh, um, the bartender told me that you tried to drive home drunk last night. So I brought you home with your car."
Regina snapped back, "Oh, I didn't realize that was an invitation for you to invade my personal space."
"Wow, Regina, for being 10am and hung over, you are surprising sassy." Emma sat on the chair at the vanity, choosing the next few words carefully, "You actually asked me to stay."
Emma always knew that Regina was the type of woman who has full on memory loss by the time she hit her fourth drink. She has seen it a few times, but refrained from ever telling the poised and regal Mayor that she had a tendency to drunk dial her. Usually their conversations would revolve around work or how she thought that she should start eating a bit healthier for Henry's sake. None of the conversations were ever as personal as it was the night before.
"Why would I ever want that?" Regina lied through her teeth, it wasn't uncommon for her to sometimes wake up wishing it was Emma in her bed, rather than Robin. "I want to be as far away from you and your Charming bloodline as possible, except for Henry."
"Well, Madam Mayor, I'm flattered that you called me charming but I always thought of myself as more charismatic." She unconsciously ran her fingers over her lips, recalling the way they were electrified at the other woman's touch. "However, it still doesn't change the fact that you asked me to stay. I know it's hard to believe, but I wouldn't have been here if you didn't. I promise you, I didn't do anything to disrespect you."
Regina eyed the blonde, remembering that she was fully clothed and on top of the sheets. She looked down at herself, and realized that she was in her clothes from the night prior also. "Very well, you may stay and make yourself at home, however I need to take a shower so, if you could, please remove yourself from my bedroom."
"Thanks Regina, I'll make a pot of coffee for us and some breakfast. Sunny Side up right?" Emma asked even though she already knew the answer.
"Yes, thank you." Regina watched as the blonde jumped to her feet and walked out of the room. It wasn't uncommon for the two to work on town projects late at night sometimes running into the day, and it wasn't out of place that Emma would make breakfast for the two of them. Although Regina would never admit it, she found that the Sheriff could make a better breakfast than she could.
Walking into the en suite, she stripped herself down and stepped into the shower, enjoying the cascading warm water over her skin. He mind wandered as she went through her routine, when small flashes of the previous night seeped through. She remembered calling the Sheriff and telling her something about pinecones? She shook her head, that can't be right, then she realized that she had told her about the breakup she had with Robin. Another memory flashed through her mind.
She felt Emma pull away from her lips, with a sad smile crossing her face before she spoke tenderly, "Hey, I know that you aren't completely sober right now. And as much as I would love to continue, I don't think it's fair for you. So I think it would be best if I left for the night…"
"No," She reached out for the blonde's hand, pulling her back, "Please, don't leave."
She saw Emma look around the room, trying to figure something out. "How about this, I'll be right here on top of the sheets?" She gestured to the foot of the bed, "That way if you need me, you can just wake me up here."
Her hands touched her lips, suddenly filled with the memory of the desperate kiss they shared. She closed her eyes and tried to remember what caused her to kiss the Sheriff, but she couldn't quite recall it all. Giving up on the thought, she stepped out of the shower and got dressed in a simple pair of loose fit yoga pants and a tank top and headed down to the kitchen.
When she crossed the foyer, she saw the blonde sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper. The food was set on the table, complete with a steaming hot cup of coffee. Emma folded the paper and looked up at her, "Hey, I made you a greasy breakfast to help with the hangover. Hope you enjoy a healthy dose of bacon, prescribed by Dr. Swan!"
She thought about how perfect it felt, the domesticity of living with the Saviour. She knew that every time she tried to picture it with Robin, it would always go back to her. "Thank you, Emma." She sat down at the table and the two began to eat breakfast making small talk about work and of course, Henry.
After breakfast, Regina began to clear the plates at the table. "Does our son know that you are here, Miss Swan?"
"Yeah, I left him a note. He's probably still sleeping anyways. How's your head feeling?" Emma didn't want to ask if Regina remembered about her confessing that she was in love with her, or the fact that she hadn't admitted to the brunette that she felt the same way.
"Much better now that I have probably shaved a year off my life with the amount of grease I have just consumed." She moved to the kitchen and placed the dishes into the sink. When she turned around, she saw the Sheriff leaning against one of the counters.
"Hey, uh, Regina?"
"Yes?"
"I know that you probably don't remember, and I'm not entire sure if you meant what you said," Emma shifted from one foot to the other bringing a hand to rub the back of her own head in contemplation, "But I just wanted to tell you…that I love you."
Regina's heart leaped out of her chest, as words from the night before echoed through her mind. "That's when I realized I couldn't be in love with him…because I was already in love with you."
Regina walked towards her and placed a hand on her cheek, "I….I love you, too, Emma." She leaned in and kissed her passionately, her body fully onto hers, pressing her against the counter. Her arms wrapped around her neck as she felt the blonde's hands rest on her hips. The two women stayed there, lost in each other's kiss, loosing track of time.
When they finally pulled apart they smiled brightly at each other. Emma placed a few quick kisses against Regina's lips before fully moving away and picking up the two coffee mugs she had placed on the island. She handed one over to the brunette, and took a sip of her coffee.
"I know this is kinda working backwards, but, would you like to have dinner with me sometime?" Emma grinned as she took another sip of her coffee.
"Hmmm, I should be free tonight, as long as my Sheriff can hand in her paperwork on time." Regina pulled a piece of lint off the blonde's shirt and flicked it away, "Pick me up at 7?"
"That sounds great." Emma placed another kiss on full lips.
AN: I am really big on respecting people when they are drunk, *especially* if one person is sober. Doesn't matter if the drunk person is ripping away at your clothes begging to have sex. So, sorry!notsorry if you guys were expecting them to have had drunken sex. I just don't feel my version of Emma would ever let it happen.
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