It was time to face the consequences, Regina realized when she felt Emma move in her arms. Looking down, the woman's eyes met green ones. "Hey." she whispered, seeing how the blonde's face turned from a calm one to one full of confusion— though it soon turned into panic.
"Regina!" she exclaimed, pulling back and rolling on the bed to free the other. She felt her cheeks go red, her eyes set on the other's as she stumbled on her words. "Hey, shit. Did I— Did I hurt you?" she questioned, shaking her head and then gazing at the other as she stood up. "I'm sorry I did not mean to roll on top of y—"
"It's alright." she was cut off by the other, who sat down on the bed and covered herself with the sheet. "How did I get here?"
"I don't know. You simply appeared on my bed and started cuddling me."
"That is not true!" Regina whined, more offended by the suggestion that she had been cuddling the blonde than that she had been the one who had appeared on the woman's bed. Emma smiled and then moved back to the bed, sitting on it and shrugging.
"You had a nightmare."
"I did?" the woman faked ignorance, not knowing what Emma knew. If she remembered properly, she had said she loved the blonde— but had she said that out loud? It was probable. She used to talk in dreams, she had found out when Henry was a child and one night, after having a nightmare and going to her room, found her saying Daniel's name again and again. She sighed. "Well, I'm sure it was nothing important."
"You said you loved me." Emma spoke firmly, blurting the words out before going back to stumbling with them. She nervously stood up again, walking up and down the room for a few seconds. "I mean, you were talking to your mother I think. And you said you loved Daniel, and Robin, and me, and I— Is that true? Do you love me?" she questioned, crossing her arms.
"You're my best friend." Regina stood up and walked to the closet, opening it to start a search for any clothes her size Emma could have. A hand slammed the door shut, the savior's green eyes on her.
"That is not a no."
"Just forget it." the mayor whispered.
"No. I want to know." Emma insisted, taking a step forward, then another. Regina answered by walking backwards, trying to put some space between them, knowing that distance has been the reason she has always been able to get over her feelings. "I deserve to know."
"Why? So you can laugh at me?"
"No, because I love you."
The words came out as just a whisper, then silence fell on the room. Downstairs there was the sound of Snow starting to prepare breakfast, but none of them cared. Only dressed with her thin pajamas, Regina felt extremely exposed, and only managed to keep talking in whispers. "What?!"
"I fucking love you, goddamnit." Emma sighed and gave a small punch to the closet door before taking a last step, trapping Regina against the wall. "I've been in love with you from the moment I met you, but of course you either hated me or were dating a jerk, so I've basically been waiting to tell you for four years and I'm just so done with it." she explained briefly, hands against the wall on both sides of the brunette's body before she leaned and kissed her roughly.
Regina didn't pull back— not because she couldn't, but because she didn't want to.