I'm still working on the party chapter(s?) but in the mean time, a little bit of party prep from our two favourite women.

And any idea anyone has or things you'd like to see at the party, just let me know and I'll see what I can do!

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"Urgh, I forgot about this part of going to a party," moaned Emma where she lay stretched across Regina's bed, as she watched the other woman searching though her extensive wardrobe, in search of the perfect outfit for the party. "Can't I just go in what I'm wearing?"

Regina stuck her head out of the door of her expansive wardrobe. "You can wear whatever you like. That red coat of yours has failed to repel me yet, and I don't see that changing now."

Emma grinned. "I love you."

The brunette's lips curved up in a gentle smile. "I love you too."

"And I love hearing you say that," said Emma, crawling off of the bed. She slipped her arms around Regina's waist, resting her head on her shoulder. "How do you even start to choose what to wear with all these clothes?"

"I have a few favourites…" shrugged Regina. "But besides that, I tend to just wear what I feel suits the situation."

"So what suits tonight's situation?" asked Emma, her eyes raking over the rails of form fitting dresses, blazers and dress pants, all of which she would like to see the former Queen in. "Or what's your favourite?"

Regina hesitantly reached out for an olive green halter dress, sporting a modest v neck and which she knew reached just below her knees. Since Emma's arrival in the town, the colour of the dress had always reminded her of the blonde's eyes. "This became one of my favourites."

"Wear it for me?" asked Emma, eager to see the amount of healthy, almost glowing skin the dress would reveal on the brunette.

Regina raised a questioning eyebrow. "So I've to wear this for you, and you intend to wear the same clothes you've been wearing all day?"

Rolling her eyes, Emma chuckled. "Fine, I'll make you a deal. You wear that dress for me, and I'll make an effort for you."

"By which I hope you don't mean brushing your teeth and hair."

Emma chucked. "Not quite. I have something in mind. I just have to go and pick it up." She dropped a kiss against Regina's shoulder. "Think you could drop me off at my parents'?"

The brunette turned and gazed at the blonde almost in wonder. "You mean..?"

"Regina, you asked me before if I trust you, and I do. 100%," she smiled reassuringly.

"But you'll come back here before the party?" asked Regina hesitantly.

Placing a sound kiss on plump lips, Emma felt the brunette smile into their kiss. "Course I will. I'll be as quick as I can, I promise. Besides, I don't know about you, but I really don't want to be facing my parent's today."

Regina could sympathise. Facing the Charmings was never something she particularly enjoyed. She pulled back from Emma's embrace, moving to her bedside table. Digging around in the drawer, she pulled out an elegant silver pendant, a horse shoe charm dangling from it. Turning back to Emma, she took her hand, dropping the chain into her palm. "When you want to come back, think of my and drop this on the floor."

Emma frowned, examining the necklace in her palm.

"It'll bring you to me, wherever I am," explained Regina. "I created the charm years ago, back in the Enchanted Forest, incorporating the magic into it."

"So when I'm ready, I just think of you and drop it on the floor?" asked Emma.

Regina nodded.

"And the pendant will come with me?"

Again Regina nodded. "It will. And from now on, you can consider it yours." Without further warning, she leant forward, pressing a sound kiss to the blonde's lips as she disappeared she sent her to her bedroom in her parents' apartment in a swirl of signature purple smoke.

Regina was sitting at her dresser, putting the finishing touches to her make-up when she caught sight of a swirl of purple smoke in the mirror. She gasped when Emma stepped out of the smoke, dressed in a short, figure hugging pink dress, a pair of matching heels and a clutch in her hand. Turning on the low stool on which she sat, she let her eyes drink in the sight of the blonde, from her painted toes right up to sparkling green eyes.

"Enough of an effort for you?" grinned Emma, feeling very pleased with herself at having rendered the brunette speechless.

"I had no idea you even owned a dress," Regina finally managed, employing her usual snark to cover the urge to simply sit and stare at the blonde with her mouth hanging open in disbelief. "Never mind one with matching heels. Can you even walk in those things?" she asked with a smirk.

"Walk, run, chase down perps," replied Emma with a matching smirk. She stepped towards the brunette, trailing the fingers of her free hand across a tan cheek. "You look amazing," she smiled, her eyes taking in the olive green dress that complimented the older woman's skin tone to perfection.

"And as you've seen by my reaction, you are quite literally, breath-taking," smiled Regina, covering the hand on her cheek.

Emma chucked. "I do scrub up pretty well, don't I?" She glanced past Regina to look at herself in the mirror. "I just have to figure out what to do with my hair and I'll be set. You don't have a swear box in the house, do you?"

"No, why?' asked Regina with a frown.

"I hate doing my hair," sighed Emma. "And I swear curling irons have it in for me."

"Let me do it," blurted Regina before she could stop herself. She had always loved the blonde mane of the Sheriff, for months having wondered what it would be like to run her hands through it.

"You want to do my hair?" asked Emma, frowning in disbelief. "Oh how the evil have softened."

Feeling her cheeks blushing, Regina nodded. She hated to feel this vulnerable and open, to have her walls all but gone, but for Emma, and for their relationship to work, she wanted to try. "Please."

"You hardly have to beg, woman," chuckled Emma. "Any excuse not to have to deal with this mess I'll take!"

"Maybe I should just let you and Henry go tonight?" fretted Regina as she teased and tamed Emma's hair into perfect princess curls that befitted her station. She had spend the last half an hour working with her curling iron, enjoying having the liberty to run her hands through the gloriously soft locks. For a woman who seemed to have no real beauty regime, her hair and skin were almost sinfully soft.

Emma turned on the low stool in front of Regina's dresser, catching the older woman's hands. "Sort of defeats the point though, doesn't it?"

"At least you two would have fun, and not have to worry about the town trying to kill me for corrupting their saviour," sighed Regina.

Emma shook her head, her curls bouncing with the action. "I told you, if people don't want to celebrate the fact that I love you, and I saved you, they're not invited. I don't care if that makes me, you, Henry and Ruby the only people there. People need to get used to us, because I don't plan on letting you go any time soon."

Regina felt her lips curl up in a smile as strong arms wrapped around her hips, and Emma rested her head against her abdomen. "I don't want you to let go any time soon," she said quietly, tilting Emma's chin up so she could meet those green eyes she loved so much. She leant down to place a gentle kiss to pink, strawberry lip glossed lips.

"So you'll come?" asked Emma as the brunette pulled back.

"Because I love you, yes," smiled Regina softly. "But you're not allowed to do what you done last time, inviting me then leaving me to fend for myself."

The blonde grinned. "You don't have to worry about that." She pulled the other woman down into her lap. "Because I have this seat specially reserved just for you. Now go put your sexy ass shoes on and I'll go and see what's taking Henry so long."

"Hey kid, you good to go?" Emma asked as she stepped into her son's room.

He turned to look at his blonde mother, frowning at the sight of her.

"What?"

He shook his head.

"Kid, you're looking at me like I'm nuts, what's up?"

"Is that the only dress you own?"

Emma felt her cheeks flaming red, realizing while Regina hadn't seen her dress before, Henry had. "So what if it is?"

Henry grinned at the defensive answer.

"Just don't tell your mom, okay?" pleaded Emma. She knew Regina had already been through her wardrobe, and had no doubt noticed it's lack of variety, but she was keen to keep its exact contents to herself.

"She won't care," shrugged the boy. "She makes fun of your clothes, but she likes them really."

The blonde frowned. "Really?"

"Yeah," Henry laughed. "She saw you one morning when she was driving me to school and you were wearing these loose jeans and your Sheriff jacket with the writing on the back, and she said she preferred you in your own clothes."

"She really said that?"

Henry nodded. "I don't think she realised she had said it out loud though."

Emma smirked. "No, she probably didn't." The knowledge that Regina didn't merely tolerate her usual wardrobe was a nice ego boost. "Come on, kid. Let's go get us some cake."