Emma woke up to the shrill ring of an alarm. She groaned as she rolled over and hit the snooze button. Emma had no intention of working full-time on a Saturday, even though she was just elected Sheriff. Besides that, she was just having an extremely graphic dream about Regina. It was so graphic, Emma was coated with a light layer of sweat, her damp hair sticking to her forehead. Emma buried her face in her pillow and forced her eyes shut to finish the dream. She laid there for about 20 minutes, trying hard to fall back asleep. It wasn't working that well. Emma sighed and dragged herself out of bed and into the shower.

Emma stood under the water, scrubbing intensely, as if she was trying to scrub away her recently increasing feelings towards Regina. She rubbed her face, frustrated. Emma turned the shower off and grabbed a towel, wrapping it tightly around her body. She reached for her clothes, which weren't there. Emma swore at herself for being so forgetful. Carefully, she opened the bathroom door and snuck a peek out. Mary Margaret wasn't there. Emma sighed in relief as she crept out of the bathroom and across the kitchen. She was about to pass the island when a bright yellow Post-It note caught her attention.

It read:

Emma,

Went out to volunteer for extra hours at the hospital. Going grocery shopping later. Be back around 5:00. There's some leftovers in the fridge. If David calls, tell him where to find me.

From,

Mary Margaret

Emma smiled at the note, appreciating Mary Margaret's thoughtfulness. She was about to head up to her room to snatch some clothes when the doorbell rang. Emma swiveled around so fast she bumped her leg on the staircase. She bit back a curse and debated what to do. The doorbell rang again, twice this time. Emma groaned and hesitantly walked to the door. She swung it open, only to find the mayor standing there with her natural confidence. The mayor's face displayed surprise at Emma's current appearance. After all, she was only in a bath towel.

"Oh, um, hey, Madame Mayor. This is kinda unexpected, but, um, can I help you?" Emma said cautiously, a little embarrassed by her attire, which was almost nothing. Regina resisted the urge to reach out and touch Emma's skin, just to see if it felt as soft as it looked.

Regina bit her lip slightly before speaking, "Good morning Ms. Swan. Is Ms. Blanchard available? I would like to discuss Henry's academics with her." She was lying. She knew Henry was doing well. Something had just made her want to come here for no apparent reason. Regina subtly raked her eyes up and down Emma's dripping wet body, stopping for a few extra seconds to run her eyes over the hem of the towel. Which hadn't gone unnoticed by Emma. She felt something stir in her stomach. She tried to speak, but her voice got caught in her throat. Breathing deeply, she somehow managed to speak.

"Yeah, well, can't help you with that. She's gone for most of the day. Sorry about that," Emma replied, staring at Regina's gorgeous features. There was a brief silence as both women looked each other over, oblivious to the other's actions. Finally, the mayor regained her composure and looked Emma in the eyes.

"Well, I have other errands that require my attention. I would appreciate it if you inform Ms. Blanchard about my interests. Good day, Ms. Swan," Regina said. Emma nodded slightly.

"Yeah, I'll tell her," Emma responded, closing the door. As soon as she shut it, she breathed heavily and leaned against the wall. Thoughts raced through her mind, all revolving around the mayor. On the other side of the door, Regina was trying to catch her breath. It would've been so easy to make a move, they were all alone. But Regina was still reluctant. She wasn't sure what kind of relationship she and Emma had. These weird feelings were from the rush she got from their tension-filled confrontations. Ms. Swan did make an excellent debate opponent. Regina assured herself that it was only their arguments that sparked her interests in Emma. No one else dared to challenge her. It was new to her, and she was just getting used to it. That was it. That was definitely it. She pushed Emma Swan out of her mind and got in her car.

Emma wanted to bang her head against the wall so bad. She wanted to punch herself for being so awkward around the mayor. She wondered what the hell could make her feel so... different... around Regina. Before Storybrooke, Emma was a loner. She didn't rely on anybody. But now she had friends, she had people who looked up to her. She had Mary Margaret to thank for her living arrangements. She felt loved here, like someone actually wanted her for once. Emma knew she cared about her friends here. But Regina... Regina was complicated. Whenever her name came up, something rose inside of Emma. It was probably just instinct and her being over-alert. Regina was supposed to be her enemy, the woman hated her. Emma was just keeping her guard up, that's all.

Emma felt a slight draft and remembered that she was still wrapped in a towel. Quickly, she retreated to her bedroom and changed. She decided to go see Henry, he wanted to tell her more about Operation Cobra while Regina wasn't around. As she walked out the door, a little part of her wanted desperately for Regina to catch them in the act. Just a little part of her.