Hi guys I'm back! Work was abit demanding that I am not really able to write.
Anyways, I just want to say thank you for the feedback.
Also, if there are wrong things written in here.. I am really sorry.. especially with the location since I'm not able to travel Paris yet. and I haven't even traveled before so forgive me.
KooshGID: She is a pro. which is actually fun to write.
LostSoulSaveMe : They are. thank you for the review. :)
Guest: Thank you. I will keep on writing yes.
LOCISVU: Hah! thank you! :)
Gunner4Life : yeah, friendship is slowly building..as well as the feelings. and yep, Emma has her own rules and so as Regina. but they work. thank you for the review.
and guys, just so you know.. I am not a fluff writer, so please do understand that my fluff is kinda lame. I discovered that I am more of an angst writer so this is actually new for me.
and I apologize for the mistakes... not that english is not my first language (which is not actually) but because I haven't edited it yet. It's sunday here in my place and tomorrow will be all work again.. now that's an excuse :)
anyways.. please do enjoy reading this. and again Thank You all!
Regina doesn't understand how this girl from the train was able to drag her just like that. It's like the quirky blonde is a current and is pulling her deeper and deeper into this whatever charade they are in.
Speaking of pulling, she is once again being pulled by Miss Swan towards a place she still hasn't figure out. It is seven in the evening and they are walking aimlessly on the streets of Paris. The lights from the streets are illuminating the blonde's face and it was indeed mesmerizing on Regina's part. The lights that are dancing on her emerald eyes captivates the brunette, it shows glimmer that Regina thinks is unfathomable. She has this small smirk on her face that somehow resembles mischievousness and sadness at the same time. The calm air that revolves around the place makes Regina feels something she haven't experienced in a long time, and oddly enough for her, it is quite comforting.
"You can take a picture you know." Emma commented without looking at her. And automatically, the moment is gone. Regina felt heat rushed on her face.
It's pathetic.
"I was merely thinking Miss Swan." Regina replied lamely. This is not her. She always has a comeback with anyone and she hates it. She hate that the woman whose fingers were lace with hers has rendered her speechless.
"Thinking on how you'll be able to bed me?" She didn't even notice the blonde move towards her and she immediately stiffened at the blonde's voice. Images flashes in her mind and it involved a blonde woman on top of her, doing something that pleasures the both of them. And stupid enough, the blonde is the same blonde woman breathing into her ear right now.
"No. I was thinking on how to get rid of you." She replied flatly. Emma chuckled into her ear and immediately she felt tingles run onto her spine. It was also a good thing that she was wearing a coat because she is sure that goose bumps appeared on her arms.
And if Emma will be able to sense it, she will blame the chill air that surrounds them.
But then again, her brain malfunctioned with the gesture.
"You can't get rid of me Regina." Oh how lovely hearing her name escapes from the blonde's lips. "Because you like this as much as I do." Emma replied smugly whilst raising their intertwined hands.
Regina shook her head and rolled her eyes at the blonde. She was trying to tug her hand from Emma but the taller woman won't let it go.
It is absurd—in Regina's mind—that they look like a couple in the city of love. People might think that they are on actual relationship with each other with their palm interconnected but Regina thinks otherwise. However, on the back of her mind, she is warming up at the idea of holding the blonde's hand for two weeks.
"Where are we going now, Miss Swan?" Regina demanded for the second time that day and she was again answered by a shrug. The conversation is over before it even started.
Earlier, she asked the blonde while they're in their quest for artistic adventures on what the plan for the next days, they—she begrudgingly—agreed that they will be visiting the tower last. The blonde also decided that on their first week together, they will do everything on her terms. Meaning, more walks and free stuffs that can be found around the city. So, you can imagine Regina's astound face when they stopped infront of Musée d'Orsay .
"C'mon let's go!" The enthusiastic blonde shouted. Regina pulled the hand of the blonde halting her on getting in.
"You told me we're doing something for free." Regina asked confusedly. If she remembered it correctly, only during first Sunday is free and kids under eighteen are free as well.
Emma didn't immediately respond. It is like she herself was questioning her own plans. Until, that shit eating grin that irritate Regina plastered on her face.
"Well, technically, my entrance is free. I am under eighteen. Well, going on eighteen. My birthday is tomorrow." She said cheekily.
"But you said.." Regina was about to protest when Emma pulled her towards the cashier entrance. She showed her ID and pulled a couple of Euros and paid for Regina's fee. The girl on the entranced stared at Regina and she shook her head. The girl nods and let the taller woman pay for her.
"You'll be buying the drinks later." Emma said before continuing on their escapade.
Regina, on the other hand, smiled at the cashier warmly before following the lead of her tour guide. At first, they were following a group of tourist entering the museum and after a detective kind of move that Emma did which is making sure that the coast is clear; she navigates them towards the top level of the building.
It enormously amused the brunette on how the blonde stopped on her tracks when they reached their desired floor, her mouth was also agape which makes Regina stifled a laugh.
"Miss Swan?" Regina called hesitantly. She thought that the woman was actually malfunctioning right now and it is quite hilarious on her part to see the blonde like this. She fight back a laugh when Miss Swan stared at her with her green eyes almost popping out from its socket, that is until she noticed the amused look on the shorter brunette.
"What? Didn't you know who they are Regina?" Green eyes asked animatedly.
Regina humoured Emma when she tried to see to it that no one's around except for the distant group of teenagers snapping some photos of each other near the painting of what it looks like a work of Cezanne.
"Ms. Swan, if you only want to salivate over the works of Van Gogh, you could have told me. I could have ask the guards of the museum to let us enter the building before it closes. It will save us from the humiliation that is your mouth almost touching the ground." She said smirking.
Regina had been here for a couple of times before… with him.
The owner of the book.
Bitter sweet memories run through her mind when she remembered how the amused look of Emma Swan mirrored the look of his face when they first visit the place.
"This is actually amazing Regina! Look at the stroke of the brush. It is as if you can hold them, it's like 3D without being 3D." She exclaimed. For a moment, Emma lets go of their hand and she felt cold and empty without it.
Maybe the air-conditioning…
She reasoned.
Either way, she chuckled at the blonde's reaction. For a moment, she let herself show an emotion towards the blonde.
'It's really crazy how the two of them are almost a like…'
"I never pegged you for a jazz lover Miss Swan." Regina commented upon entering the place where Emma dragged her to.
"Not really. I just heard that they serve free food here. And it's a bonus that it's a weekend, so they have a jazz concert." She shrugged.
"Where did you find all of these stuffs Miss Swan?" Regina asked. She was genuinely curious on how this woman knew about things. Yes, she can say google, but not everyone is that adept in this kind of situation. It makes her wonder if Emma has been here for while and discovered the life in Paris alone.
But she is not about to question that.
"By the way, we're sleeping in the same bed." Emma informed her upon finding a seat in a crowded place like this.
"What?!" Regina shouted but not enough to earned people's attention.
"Yeah, they told me that they were no room available. That's why I asked your name because you booked a room there." When she earned a confused look from Regina, she continued. "You told me, remember? You said that it's much better if I booked in your hotel as well if we're going to do these two weeks. Anyway, no room available, so I just asked for yours as well. It turns out that it only has one room." Emma shrugged and smiled sheepishly.
If only she wasn't so adorable, then for sure, Regina could've slapped her right there in there.
"I'm sure there's a couch. You'll be sleeping there." Regina replied dismissively.
"That's the thing Regina; there were no couch as well. They said that you asked for a room alone, not those special kinds that has sofas. Just a table and chair for your things. And you know its uncomfortable sleeping in there. I know. I tried." Emma said seriously.
"Plus… you'll be able to fulfill that thought of bedding me." She said whilst wiggling her eyebrows.
Regina didn't further comment. She was contemplating on what to do with this information now.
They didn't talk while eating and Regina was relaxing over the sound of Disney themes being played by the band. She actually chuckled which earned a confused look from Emma when Bella Note was being played by the musicians. She didn't explain, instead she just continue eating her pasta whilst feeling a burning sensation on her face on the way Miss Swan was looking at her.
It wasn't until they went the hotel—this time they travel via cab—to rest.
"What should we do now?" Regina asked.
"I—I asked for a couple of pillows and it's already here. I think that we should put one in the middle to separate us. You know." Emma replied. It seems as though the bravado that Emma had earlier has been slowly wearing off.
Regina shrugged at the suggestion. As much as she wants to argue with this arrangement, she has nothing to do. The place is fully booked. And she needs to be near the blonde.
'for the book..' she reasoned out to herself once again.
And that she is too tired to argue.
"Which side is yours?" Regina heard Emma asking her.
"Right." She answered quietly.
"Good. I'm left."
They settled awkwardly on the bed with a pillow in the middle. Regina closed the lamp beside her and everything went black. She was about to doze off when she heard the blonde talked.
"Thank you for this day, Regina."
She hummed in response.
The two lady dozed off without realizing that in the morning, the pillow in the middle will magically be gone—they will find it on the floor of Regina's side of the bed—and will wake up snuggling with Regina's head resting on Emma while the blonde's hands were wrapped protectively to the brunette's small form.
Thoughts anyone? Please review. Thank You!