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It took Emma a solid minute to process what had just happened. Of course, the first thought that popped into her head was that she thought she's in love but she quickly shrugged that thought away. She'd never met a woman that challenged her before. Emma was used to girls fawning over her. She knew she was attractive with her deep emerald eyes and her sun-kissed hair. She was also in impeccable shape, thanks to her job and her rigorous five-day workout routine. What she wasn't used to, however, was meeting a woman so beautiful that she felt nervous, with butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. Not to mention, said woman, calling her out on her flirting antics. Both were entirely new for Emma Swan. She did not get nervous and she was determined to prove that, even if only to herself. She was going to win over the snarky mayor even if it was the last thing she'd ever do, and she wasn't entirely confident that it wouldn't be. She wasn't going to be the one to lose this fight.

With a contented sigh, Emma stood and sauntered back over to the counter and waited for the waitress, Ruby - pretty name, she thought - to finish taking orders. When she finally arrived back in front of Emma, she was disappointed to realize Emma wasn't back to flirt with her some more.

"I'd like a room, please." Emma smiled softly, not wanting to further lead the girl on. There was another brunette on her mind now. Ruby, however, just shrugged it off.

"How long?"

"Just two weeks." As soon as the key was in her hand, Emma wandered off to her room and fell asleep almost instantly to thoughts of a certain woman she was determined to see tomorrow.

The next day came far too quickly for Emma's liking, but she had much to plan today. If you counted today, she only had 13 days to woo the mayor, or the queen as she called her in her head. She needed something to amuse herself, so she started assigning fairytale roles to the different townspeople she came across as a play on the town's name. The leggy waitress in the diner was Red Riding Hood, simply because of the red streak in her head and the wolfish grin she offered Emma upon meeting her. Not to mention, she worked in a place called Granny's. The old woman who had been behind the counter yelling at Ruby to stop flirting and get to back to work was undoubtedly Granny. The couple she had been speaking to, despite what Regina called it, were Sleeping Beauty and Mulan. And then there was Regina, who was irrevocably in every way, The Evil Queen.

She figured she'd start off the day with making an appointment for 10am at the mayor's office. There's no way Regina would be able to get up and walk away from her if it was her job to stay and speak to her. Yes, this was how she'd take control of the situation back. She'd even bring her lunch, as a peace offering, she convinced herself.

Regina was sitting at her desk when she heard a quiet knock on her door. She didn't remember having any appointments for 10:00, but then again, that's what she paid Tamara to keep track of so she didn't have to.

"Come in," she sighed heavily. What now?

She was expecting another office official, Tamara, an angry citizen here to complain some more, anything but what she actually saw. In walked Emma Swan, that same charming smile plastered onto her face.

"Miss Swan, I'm very busy, as you can clearly see. I don't have time to babysit you." She saw a small smirk forming at the corners of Emma's mouth.

"Actually, Madam Mayor, I have an appointment. I called this morning and was told your 10 o'clock hour was free."

Regina wanted to be upset, she really did. Or, at least, she told herself that she did but really, she knew she was thrilled to spend the hour with the strange woman. As Emma took her seat directly across from her, Regina noticed her lift up a bag she hadn't noticed Emma had been carrying. She eyed it carefully as Emma pulled out a grilled cheese with a side of onion rings, and then a salad and placed it in front of Regina.

"I wasn't sure what to get you, so I asked Ruby and she said you always order the grilled chicken salad without dressing. I hope that's okay." Regina could sense the anxiety in her voice so she smiled and graciously took the fork Emma was handing her. She forgot to eat breakfast that morning, so this had turned out to be a pleasant surprise.

"Thank you, Miss Swan."

"It's Emma, you know. You can use my first name."

Regina pondered for a moment. It's not that she didn't know Emma's name, she honestly just liked the reaction 'Miss Swan' caused. Everytime she used it, Emma went from badass-lady-killer to school-girl-with-a-crush. Though, she decided for right now she could use Emma's actual name.

She watched as Emma unwrapped her grilled cheese. How Emma looked like that while still eating that filth was beyond her.

"You eat like a child," Regina said, but not in an insulting matter. She was just stating an observation. Before she could stop herself, she mumbled something to herself about Henry having better eating habits than her. She was hoping Emma hadn't heard her, but of course she did.

"Henry? Who's Henry?"

If Regina wasn't mistaken, she could hear a hint of jealousy in the blonde's voice so she decided to use that to her advantage.

"Henry, Em-ma," she enunciated, "is the love of my life." With that, she saw Emma's face drop and could basically feel the disappointment radiating off her. She decided hurting her wasn't as fun as she thought it would be and decided to put her out of her misery.

"He's my son. He's ten." With that, she saw Emma's demeanor shift back to the flirtatious woman she had been just moments before.

They had a peaceful lunch after that, exchanging small bits of information about the other, such as how long Regina had been mayor, what Emma's job was back in Boston, why she had chosen Storybrooke, etc. Regina felt as though she genuinely liked Emma, which for Regina was a miracle. She never particularly liked anyone aside from her father and her son, who both happened to be named Henry. It could never go further than a short-lived friendship. She wouldn't allow it to. Sure, flirting with Emma was fun, as was making her nervous, but Emma would undoubtedly go back to Boston at the end of the two weeks. She would go back to her life, her job, her home. Not to mention whatever girls Emma had waiting on her. The thought made Regina angry, although she wasn't entirely sure why. It's not like they were in a relationship. Emma was a grown woman and allowed to see whomever she choose, so Regina pushed the thought to the back of her mind just in time to see Emma packing everything.

"I should probably get going," she sighed. She didn't really want to. If she could, she'd spend all day with Regina, who had been immensely nicer today than she was yesterday. She thought they really got to know each other today, and while eventually she'd have to return home, there was nothing stopping them from living in the moment right now. She didn't know where these sudden feelings were coming from, and she knew she had no chance at a long-term relationship but maybe, just maybe, they could have something beautiful for right now. With that thought, Emma stood up, gathering up all of the trash on Regina's desk so she could throw it away on her way out. When Regina offered her a small smile, she in turn offered a devious smirk and turned around to leave the office. Just as she was about to shut the door behind her, she looked over her shoulder at the mayor, who looked mildly disappointed that Emma hadn't said goodbye.

"Oh, Madam Mayor, that dress looks exceptionally well on you. I especially like the zipper placement." She winked and was out the door seconds later.

Regina looked down at her navy blue dress, a zipper starting from the bottom of the dress and going upward, circling around her waist. Regina sighed. She was supposed to be the one in control. Emma is supposed to be the one with butterflies. Emma is supposed to be the one with the goofy smile on her face. Emma is the one whose heart should be beating rapidly in her chest. Emma is supposed to be the one that's going to fall in lo- No, she cut her thoughts off, No. How is one little comment doing this to me?

Little did she know, Emma was downstairs in her car going through the same thoughts in her own mind.

What is happening to me? This did not go as planned.