A cold night on the street of Storybrooke, Emma could feel someone close. It was Graham. His lips on the blondes who returned the kiss passionately. But her eyes were open. Her lips danced with his but her focus was on another person. Watching, smirking. Reg-
BZZZZZZ!
Emma's alarm clock buzzed, making her awake with a jolt. Emma had only about three hours of sleep that night. She spent most of it debating on whether or not the kiss she shared with Regina was real or not.
Rolling over from her side, Emma hit the snooze button and stared at the ceiling. She had been dreaming for the first time in a while. Strangely, it was of Graham. Much could be said about Graham. After all she did love him. Or did she? Emma knew that Graham had been with Regina.
Regina.
There is that word again. Regina. Regina. Regina. That beautiful name had to belong to the beautifully wicked mayor. But what was it about her that had Emma constantly thinking about her?
'Admit it. The only reason you kissed Graham was because you knew that he had been with Regina. Open your eyes, Emma! It was pathetic and you convinced yourself that you had feelings for him to cover it up.' Her mind mocked.
Had that been the reason? That everything Emma did revolved around Regina? She was introduced into her life as an enemy and that's how she had to see her. The Mayor's evil ways were not humbler by far and Emma was supposed to be the adversary: The savior of the town of Storybrooke. Why was she drawn to her? The Mayor and the Sheriff were not connected on some deep level. But something passed between them. What did they share? Anger, hatred, and animosity. Any form of disliking was blatantly apparent. But there was something else there. Was it desire, lust, longing? Every time Regina and Emma looked into each other's eyes it was painfully obvious that their thoughts wandered farther than either of them would ever admit.
'You want her, Emma.' Her mind told her. 'You're not going to hide it forever. You won't be able to. You see how you responded last night.'
At this Emma weighed the options. Sure, it was an unprecedented pairing and no one would suspect it. No, no one would, not even Henry. In his eyes he would see the main part of Operation Cobra fraternizing with the enemy. Would it break his heart if he found out about them? Walked in on the two of them together? Such a small boy but a huge heart of gold.
'They… Them…' Emma's mind warned her again. 'You're thinking like this is some kind of relationship. You both just kissed. That was all.'
In all honesty it was true. Emma and Regina had only kissed the night before. But why was she thinking that it was more than it really was? Did Emma desire a relationship with Regina? It seemed now as though she did and she had no idea what to do.
Suddenly the scent of coffee filled her nose. Rolling off the bed, Emma pulled on her usual tank top and leather jacket, jeans, and boots. Grabbing her badge off of the dresser, she clipped it to the top of her pants and walked in front of the mirror. Her hair fell in her usual beautiful blonde waves but Emma simply swept it up into a pony tail. Walking into the kitchen to grab coffee, Emma exchanged a smile with Mary Margaret and headed out to work. The only think different from any other morning, was that Emma secretly hoped that Regina would be around.