The protagonist wakes up and has a normal day. The narrator gets suspicious. Via writing-prompt-s on tumblr.
Regina shook off the sleep from last night's magical fuckfest with Rumplestiltskin. Tilting her head side to side to get out any kinks that remained from the strain on her muscles the day before.
What was waiting for her downstairs, however, would set the day out to be one of the most strenuous and not in the means of her love affair with The Dark One.
"No."
She can't say no, I'm the fucking narrator.
"I get to say no and I'm going to spend the day in bed because you put me through a lot of fucking yesterday and I'm tired as hell and so is he." Regina points in the direction of a seemingly conked out Rumplestiltskin who has a smug look on his face regardless of him pretending to be asleep. "So yeah, go write someone else."
I have no one else I want to write for but you two. Now come on, get downstairs so I can write what's waiting for you.
"Nope." Regina slips beneath the covers and snuggles up close to Rumplestiltskin's chest with a smile on her face. Absolutely content with the thought of IGNORING her narrator and not doing as she asks.
WHY. Why could you possibly want to spend the day in bed and ignoring me?
"Because I do and it's none of your business. Now shhh, we're trying to sleep happily without you coming in here and being annoying. Go on, now."