"Someone's home late..." Mary Margaret said, looking up from her book and cup of tea with a smile at Emma who just walked through the door.
"Yeah..." Emma began, thinking of what to say, still flustered at the previous events that had occured that night. "I had some work to get done on the Kathryn Nolan case."
"Oh, how is that coming along?" Mary Margaret said, now curious about the case. "You must have made some development getting back at one in the morning."
Emma shrugged a little, inching towards her bedroom. "It's a work in progress."
"But you have to have gotten somewhere. I really hope you find her, soon. It's terrible that something like this could happen in-" Mary Margaret was cut off.
"...Uh... I'm really tired," Emma lied. "I should probably get some sleep."
"Oh. Well-" She started again.
"Have a good night, Mary Margaret!" Emma interjected before quickly running off to her room.
"Good night..." Mary Margaret said looking down at her book whenever Emma had already disappeared. She was a little put out that she didn't stay and talk more, but she shoved it off. Turning off the lights, she disappeared into her room.
As soon as her bedroom door closed, Emma bolted it tightly and turned around to lean against it, exhaling heavily. Curse Regina for having such a strong effect on her that she couldn't even talk to her own friend about her night without it threatening to show in her face! Nevertheless, she needed to get her mind off of the subject matter so she began to change into her night clothes. Off went her boots, off went her pants, off came everything until she was settled in a white tank top and her panties. Flipping off the lights, she slid into her bed for a night she knew would be restless.
'Regina kissed me.' Her mind thought. 'Regina kissed me. But, I kissed Regina... Was that real?'
Emma had deep, secret desires that she hid from everyone except herself, sometimes she even denied them, though they were very true. One of these was Regina. She loved to hate the woman. The decietful devil. She dreamed about Regina in a manner quite opposite to how people were convinced, including herself, she viewed the Mayoress. Deep, deep down, she desired her. She was unsure that the attraction was actually there but hell, it was after tonight. But she still was confused on if it actually happened or not.
She remembered every bit of it. The warmth. The feeling of their bodies pressed together. That feeling deep in the pit of her stomach that felt so wrong yet so right.
How could it have been real? Regina would never. Or would she? Emma thought she knew everything Regina would or could do. Maybe she did underestimated her. Expected too little. She didn't know.
All she could understand was that she was thinking of Regina, constantly tonight. That's what she wanted, actually. To indulge in that fantasy. But damn her if she pulled away too, soon!
There was nothing more that Emma wanted, than the same feeling in the pit of her stomach to return and the mayor's lips on hers once more.