"What do you mean you don't know how to dance? That's such a lie, Regina," Emma touched her flower crown and turned away from the mirror to face Regina in question.

Regina blushed, and placed her hands on her stomach, smoothing over the lavender gown. "Well, one of the many curses that wiped my memory must have erased the cells that held all knowledge of the waltz."

"Whatever. Remember when we sat in your office that day on YouTube eating grilled cheeses and watched Nicki Minaj's 'Anaconda' video ten times in a row?" Emma smirked and raised her eyebrows in fond remembrance.

"Practicing twerking is hardly going to endear me to the people of Camelot," Regina shifted in discomfort as Emma came to stand in front of her.

"So you know how to back your ass up and grind while rolling your hips, but you can't do a 4x4 slow dance?" Emma appeared incredulous. "Come here."

Emma reached for Regina's hand and hip and pulled her close in the changing room. Regina relaxed into the touch, and took two more small steps forward so their bodies were nearly touching. She looked into the oblong mirror approvingly. "You and I don't even have to move to impress anyone, just look at us."

Obliging, Emma looked into the mirror, and gave Regina a light squeeze. "We do look good together, that is no lie."

She took a step and pulled Regina along into the movement, as Regina flicked her wrist to magically wind up the music box, and a soft melody began to fill the room. "It's not Nicki Minaj, but it will do."

Emma spun Regina out and pulled her in quickly; they bumped together and the tantalizing feel of their bodies pressing together was exhilarating. The candles illuminated the room adding to the intimacy, adding warmth and comfort to their dance.

"This is fun," Regina conceded as she fell into a slow, easy step, letting Emma lead as she followed. Their movements were light and graceful, and they sunk into each other merrily; laughing and whirring in the intoxication of one another.

"See it's easy if you have a good leader," Emma said, but her eyes shined with unshed tears and her movements slowed.

Regina stopped moving and looked at the other woman in concern, "What's wrong? If you want to do a little twerking for old time's sake I am unopposed—."

"No…maybe later tonight," Emma sniffed and licked her lips, her hair falling in a sheet around her face. Regina pushed it back over her shoulders, and caressed her cheek with the tips of her fingers.

"Tell me."

"It's… this…"Emma started and faltered before finding her nerve when Regina pulled her into a tight hug and rubbed her back with soft circles. "I'm the Dark One… you're the savior…"

"This is what we are now, but those are just titles, we're going to get through this and go home," Regina soothed Emma as she trembled.

"Do you promise?" Emma peered up, her gaze hopeful and quizzical as the candlelight reflected in her shining eyes.

Regina touched her forehead with her own and sighed softly, her dry lips smacking as they parted and her voice cracked. "I promise, Emma."

They stood that way for a long moment: foreheads touching, bodies supported by one another, relishing in the feeling they only came by when near each other.

"I still think we should both be wearing leather, but, when in Camelot…"

Then the band started playing from somewhere down below and they went off to dance and each play the part they had been given.