The slamming of the house's front door woke Regina from her well earned sleep. She grumbled in irritation and kept her eyes resolutely shut. She felt Emma shift atop her naked back and hoped that the blonde was not going to get up, which she didn't but she was clearly woken as well.

"I think Henry's home," she whispered in her ear.

"I certainly hope it's not someone else banging through the front door," Regina mumbled. She still was not going to open her eyes.

"He's gonna know I'm here, my car is parked next to yours," she said.

"So?" She heard footsteps coming up the stairs. These two were just going to force her to wake up, she thought with annoyance.

There was a light knock on her bedroom door. "Mom?"

Emma jumped under the blankets and did her best impression of a lump.

"Oh for goodness sakes, Emma. Henry, come in." Regina pulled the covers up and sat up, leaning back against the pillows.

He poked his dark head in cautiously, hovering at the threshold. "Is Mom here? Her car is out front."

"Yes. I wasn't expecting you home so early. Is everything alright?"

He took one step into the room and eyed the lump next to his mother. "Everything's fine. I wanted to know if it was okay if I went fishing with grandad. I forgot to ask yesterday and he said I better check with you first."

"Is your homework done?"

"I'm gonna do it tomorrow," he said with a bit of a whine.

Regina sighed. "I guess that's alright then." She elbowed the lump. "Is that okay with you?" she asked it.

"Regina…" Emma hissed.

"Is…that…okay?" she repeated.

"Yes! It's fine." Emma replied from under the blanket.

Henry just shook his head and turned to leave, closing the door behind him. "Weird."

Emma's blonde head poked out from under the blankets and she cast a steely eyed glare over at her bedmate. "Regina!"

"Oh lighten up, Princess." She fluffed the pillow up behind her and determinedly lied back down. "It's not the end of the world," she yawned.

"If he says something to my dad I do not want to answer any awkward questions."

"Then don't," she mumbled. "I think I had a nightmare about that damn magic penis. It wouldn't go away."

Emma rolled to her side so she could face her. "Well, I can personally assure you it's gone. I checked the area myself…throughly."

Regina smirked. She certainly had, several times in fact. Things had definitely gone smoother on the second round without any magical appendages. It was like a dance that had been forgotten, the first few steps were a bit clumsy but then their bodies remembered and before they knew it they were gliding across the dance floor. Their magic had woven and spun around them, sending off shimmering waves like the northern lights. She wasn't sure when they had fallen asleep but she knew she at least had felt appropriately exhausted. She felt sleep falling over her again until Emma's voice brought her back awake.

"You've called me Princess twice now," Emma stated quietly.

"Mmmmm hmmmm," she replied, keeping her eyes closed. "'Cause you are, my dear. My princess charming…" she yawned and shifted over, throwing her arm around Emma's waist and settling against her.

Emma kissed her dark hair lightly and allowed her eyes to close.

The breeze coming off the water that afternoon was cool and crisp. Regina took a deep breath as she sat on the white wooden bench. She looked out at the boats for a moment before returning to reading her paper. Just as she was thinking to herself about what a perfectly lovely day it was she spotted something out of the corner of her eye that soured her mood considerably. A certain limping someone was heading in her direction. She kept her eyes fixed on the paper and tried to imagine Gold just walking by but she knew she couldn't get so lucky.

He sat down on the bench next to her and lied his came across his lap.

"Lovely day, isn't it?" he commented.

"Gold," she acknowledged. "I was enjoying it, until just now."

"I just wanted to offer you my congratulations." He leaned back and grasped his cane. "The waves of combined magic blasting out from you and the Savior last night could only mean two things: Either you were killing each other or were engaged in…intimate activities. What do the kids of this world say? Sexy times?"

"Gold," Regina growled. "This is one area you need to stay away from."

"I wasn't the one blasting magic around in a 20 mile radius. You may want to dial that down a bit, hmm? Anyway, well done your Majesty."

"What do you want? You're fishing for information."

"Regina," he sighed, looking out at the boats in the harbor. "I have no ill will towards you whatsoever, although I know you think I do. I saw you, and thought I would let you know about the magic show you put on just in case you weren't aware. I hope you're happy, I really do. You make a lovely couple. You know, being with another magic user has its own…unique aspects. You may want to keep that in mind."

She wasn't biting. She saw the small boat she was waiting for begin to make its way into the harbor, its white bow cutting through the waters. Henry waved at her from the stern as it made its way to port and she waved back. She stood and tossed her newspaper on his lap.

"Have a paper. And play nice for Henry."

The conversation with Gold preyed on her mind the rest of the day. She knew he was trying to pry information out of her but she wasn't sure what he was fishing for, or if he even knew. In other news of fishing Henry and David were quite thrilled with their catches that day and wanted to make them the centerpiece of dinner that evening. She drove Henry over to his grandparents so he could help begin cleaning the fish.

"I need to make a quick call, Henry. I'll be up in a second."

He gave her a nod and exited the car.

Once he was gone she called pulled her phone out of her purse and called Mal.

It seemed like the rings went on for an eternity before the woman answered.

"Regina," she purred. "Long time no see, or talk. We do live in the same town now, but somehow I rarely see you."

"I could say the same thing."

There was a long bit of uncomfortable silence between them before Mal spoke up.

"I'm sorry, we should have…talked. I…"

"How's Lily?" she asked, cutting her off.

"Fine. We're working on things, getting to know each other. It's a process. How are you?"

"Good, but I could use your input on something, as a magic user."

"Oh?" Her voice jumped an octave, clearly curious.

"Did you sense any…magic last night? Any disturbances?"

"Well, yea," she scoffed. "Seemed like your signature, too. Nothing was on fire though so I figured that everything was fine. Is everything fine?"

"Yes, it was…nothing to worry about, I just was unaware of the intensity. I'm sorry if it was bothersome." She took a breath and ventured back into uncomfortable waters. "I would like to get together sometime and catch up."

"Me too."

She let out the breath she didn't even know she was holding. "Great. Pick a time and place and let me know, I'll be there. I've got to go, Henry is waiting."

"I will take you up on that, count on it. Good to hear from you…little queen."

She frowned at the nickname and ended the call. She didn't know if it was a good idea to engage Mal in any sort of friendly relationship, the woman was a wildcard at best. But there was history there, for better or worse. She got out of the car and headed up the stairs to the Charming's apartment.

Henry and David were cleaning fish in the kitchen, and Snow was nowhere to be found so she settled herself down on the couch, taking a moment to lie back and close her eyes. Despite the coffee she had earlier she felt a bit worn out, and she suspected the magic she expended the previous night had left her a bit depleted. She was too tired to even fret much about the implications of the all night sexual romp she had had with the Savior. She let her eyelids flutter shut and seemed to hover in someplace that was almost sleep before the sound of a plate being set on the coffee table snapped her back to the present.

"Hors d'oeuvres, madam," Henry said with a smirk.

She sat up and looked at the plate. Fish guts.

He stuck his tongue out at her and hustled away.

"Henry, you're gross." Why did she want another one of these kids again?

He laughed maniacally and went back to his business in the kitchen.

The front door open and Emma strode in, her hair in a ponytail and in her red jacket. She stopped and took in the scene.

Regina felt an anxiousness rise in her stomach as she watched the blonde scan the room. She wasn't sure how she should even respond to her right now, what were they exactly? Had things changed? Should she act like they hadn't?

Emma spotted her on the couch and gave her smile which made the butterflies in Regina's stomach flutter en masse.

"There you are. I need you to look at something, give me your opinion." She walked over to her and looked down at the plate. "What's that?"

"Hors d'oeuvres, Sheriff. Help yourself."

She looked down at the plate more closely and curled her lip. "No thanks." She plopped down on the couch next to her and took her phone out of her jacket pocket. She quickly swiped through the screens until she got to the photo she was looking for.

"What do you make of that?"

On the screen was the hood of a dark brown car with a large dent in the middle of it, and the dent had the the shape of a very large human hand.