"Why are you acting weird?" Regina asked, as the sat upon the bench outside, in the gardens. It is mid afternoon.
"Im not" Emma mumbles and looks outwards towards Henry Sr, who is helping out in the gardens today.
"Yes you are. Since the other night, you've been a little closed off. Especially when my fathers around. Has he said something to you?" she tilts her head, looking at Emma, curciously.
"No" Emma lied. Keeping her head faced forward. See doesn't want to give anything away by looking at Regina.
"Are you okay?" Regina then asked, in a concerned voice. Sensing, that Emma was holding something back.
"Yeah, maybe a little tired" she answered, but kept fidgitting with her hands within her lap.
Regina frowned and turned her head to look outwards, towards her father. Who was helping one of the gardener. Not seeing, that Emma had turned to look at her, with a longing look.
"It is beauiful out here" Regina then says and slightly smiles, as she looks around.
"Yeah it is" Emma replies lowly, still looking at Regina, with unmasked awe. Whilst thinking, you are beautiful.
There is a pause.
"Oh. I was meaning to tell you, that I shall be making you a new dress for the Christmas ball" Regina then says and looks to Emma, who quickly looks down to her lap.
"However, your mother has requested it be puffy and blue" Regina added and this made Emma look back up, with slightly wide eyes.
"Really! God she loves blue for some reason doesn't she!" She then says and sighs which makes Regina smirk.
"Indeed. Blue is her colour but I believe, that red is yours" Regina then says and Emma nods slightly and wonders, if Regina would be able to attend this christmas ball, that she had to go too...
Days later.
Regina set to work on the blue dress that the Queen had requested and she was so concentrated on her work, that she didn't hear Emma walk into the room, holding a small vase with two roses in it.
"Regina" Emma said softly, startling the brunette into making a mistake.
"Oh for the love of.. " Regiina snapped, then turned to see a concerned look upon the blonde princess face and that she was holding a small glass vase, with two roses in it.
"I'm so sorry Regina. Is it ruined?! Emma asks worridly. Looking at the garment on the sewing machine.
Regina takes a breath and looks back to it and says "Nothing I cannot fix. Don't worry"
Emma then licks her lips and watches. as Regina looks back to her eyeing the vase and flowers.
"I…I brought you these" Emma stutters. "You told me you loved flowers" she added quickly, holding them out towards Regina.
Regina tilted her head and wondered why Emma seemed to be nervous.
"I thought you could put these upon your stand In your chambers…brighten it up a little" she chuckled nervously and Regina took the vase.
"I don't know what to say" Regina says confused.
"You don't have to say anything. I just wanted to do something nice"
"Thank you" Regina smiles.
"No problem. Um, so..are you going to be in here for much longer?" Emma asks, trying to seem casual.
"I'm afraid so. I have a lot to do" Regina tells her, a little sadly.
"Thats a shame" Emma frowns "As I asked Graham, if he would teach you some more horse skills today"
Regina's eyes widened.
"But we can always do that tomorrow maybe?" Emma then said, hopeful.
"Yes. I would like that very much" Regina tells her "You are so kind" she finds herself saying, without thought and Emma begins to blush slightly and they smile at each other for a long moment.
Until Emma clears her throat and says "Right. Okay. I better go let Graham about the change of plans" Emma then says and backs away. towards the door and adds "Ill be right back"
Which makes Regina smile and say "Okay"
Emma then hurries off, leaving Regina looking back to the vase. A wide smile suddenly breaks out upon her face, as she thinks how beautiful it is…and how beautiful Emma is...
Later that night.
Regina sits upon her bed, staring at the vase with roses upon her table.
It touches her heart, that Emma had done such a thing for her and she thinks how lucky she is to have Emma as a friend and to be living in such a place.
She then, thinks over all of Emma's little mannerisms. The way she crinkles her nose and that goofy smile. It makes her smile widen and then, She then finds herself thinking about Emma's eyes and her golden hair.
She wonders, what it would be like to run her hand through that hair, before suddenly realising what she was thinking and starts to panic...
A/N Sorry for the shorter chapter, will try make the next one longer.