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So, this is the next chapter. May or may not be a game changer chapter. :)
Please do enjoy the rest of ride.
Regina woke up feeling well rested despite the sore muscle on her legs. For her, this might be the best sleep she had in while. Her pillow is so soft and comfortable; it's like her Mickey Mouse pillows back when she was a little girl. It's really comforting.
She also took notice of the warm feeling she's experiencing with the comforter that was draped around her. It made her want to sleep forever.
Regina tried to drag the comforter to herself when she felt something smooth that resembled to a silk, it's soft as cotton but it's a bit harder. Like it Is toned and a bit muscular for her liking. But totally comfortable.
She was about to open her eyes when she felt her pillows move.
And a giggle.
Emma.
Emma Fucking Swan.
Her sleepy haze all of a sudden flew out of the window. Eyes still close, she pulled away from the gripped of the blonde she was cuddling a while ago. She heard a giggle again, that's when she opened her eyes and met a messy haired blonde without glasses.
'fuck me.' Regina thought. Her brain is once again malfunctioning with one Emma Swan. She tries to composed herself as her hand flew to her own messy hair.
"You seemed rather comfortable with my ladies, Regina." Emma commented. Her voice is a bit husky from waking up.
"and you didn't even bother to wake me up? And what happened to the pillow Miss Swan?" Regina asked talking about the pillow that they put in the middle as a separation between the two of them.
"One, I didn't because you look rather comfortable. Why would I take you that opportunity to snuggle my precious girls?"
Regina shook her head in annoyance before making her way to the bathroom leaving a Cheshire cat grin on the blonde woman's face.
The day wasn't busy as yesterday that they just decided to stroll around and talk. Mostly it was Emma talking…asking questions rather. And Regina mostly answers the yes and no question which somewhat irked the blonde.
They are currently in a coffee shop near the Seine. Regina was drinking her black coffee and Emma just looking at the brunette while waiting for her third cup of coco with cinnamon.
"You can take a picture. It last." Regina commented coyly repeating the line that was uttered to her before by the same blonde staring at her.
"I have loads already." Emma responded.
"If you are not a stalker then I don't know what you are." The brunette replied.
Emma didn't answer. She was lost in her own thoughts that the silence made Regina calculates the woman infront of her.
Her blonde hair was glowing in the sliver of sunlight that come across the two buildings that was in front of the coffee shop they're in. Emma's faced sideways and it enabled Regina to through roughly stared and observed at her profile. The brunette could count the freckles that were adorning the face of the blonde. She was once again astounded by the woman.
For Regina, Emma doesn't have to do anything and her features are enough proof how beautiful she is. Her eyes that were trapped in a black rimmed frame made her even more interesting.
Although for Regina, seeing Emma without glasses earlier this morning was the most breathtaking thing she ever experienced in her life. The woman's emerald eyes speak volumes of something she can't understand. It has adoration in it and pain and all she wants was to be lost in them. It was really hard to maintain an aloof expression with those enamoring eyes and teasing smile.
Maybe, just maybe… this trip isn't bad at all.
"You are not seventeen are you?" She asked all of a sudden upon gaining her composure back.
"I'm not. I am eighteen already. I just had that ID before." Emma replied wasn't even shock at the question that was asked.
Regina just hummed in response before focusing on the phone that she was clutching.
"Work?" Emma asked upon noticing the concentration on the woman's face. Emma was indeed enthralled seeing the woman this serious. She never complimented her seriously; all were just hidden in a jest that irks the woman infront of her. She knew that if she did compliment the woman, she might have word vomit and it'll signal the end of this charade.
Emma is afraid.
This is the first time that she had a real connection to someone. And losing it might break her in the process. She doesn't need that to happen.
Not yet.
The second day turns to four.
And little did they know the "Emma week" was about to end.
Neither noticed how close they got. It wasn't about the book anymore; although there are times that Emma would bring it up just to make Regina do something she wants to do.
The end of the week was composed of looking for more free things Paris has to offer.
They decided to visit the bookstore called "Shakespeare and Company" and found interesting books which Emma recommended to Regina, while the latter was saying over and over that she have read the books that was being presented to her.
Emma just grinned at her with her perfect pearly white teeth and it made the butterflies in Regina's stomach some gymnastic sommersaults.
After a while, they even light a candle across the streets of Notre Dame which earned somewhat creepy—for Regina—smiles from the people. Just then she noticed, the people who were lighting the candles were actual lovers.
And it all makes sense.
They end their afternoon by visiting the famous Notre Dame Cathedral. With its glorious masterpiece of French gothic architecture, the duo found themselves enamored at the cathedral. They did what any other tourists do when visiting the place. With Emma's insistence of course.
"Did you know that all distances from Paris to elsewhere in France are measured from the square infront of this basilica?"
"And I care because?" Regina asked. She is still amazed at the vast knowledge of the woman in front of her regarding the histories and everything Paris. She believes that most of it we're not exactly from google as what she was saying to the brunette.
"And we have to snap a picture of our feet on the plaque at point zero." She continued dismissing Regina's question. Again, Emma pulled her towards the plaque and snapped a picture of their feet.
Regina shook her head at Emma's quirk. She knew she'll never win and she's starting to warm up on her quirkiness. If before she was annoyed at the constant tugging and playfulness of the blonde, now, she can't help but find it adorable.
They entered the cathedral and just like what she expected, it was really beautiful. What makes it lovelier is the fact that she was with a cartoon enthusiast beside her that even asked her if those gargoyles were moving if no one's watching just like the Hunchback of Notredame. Emma wanted to take the three hundred eighty seven steps of the North Tower just to see the bell and what is up above but she said that they'll have time for that next time because it will ruin their deal of having free things on her week.
Regina was about to counter about that time when Emma paid for her ticket but the blonde reacted immediately saying that she knows what the other woman was thinking and that was one time.
Regina has to shake her head at that.
They end the night by the Seine under the Pont Marie.
It was already midnight when they arrived at the place. They situated themselves near the place just watching the scene in front of them. Couples were dancing just like Classic Woody Allen scene. It's kinda silly but sweet.
They were both contented at what was currently entertaining for the two of them. For Regina, this is a nice ending to a day.
Peaceful and quiet.
"let's dance." Emma said all of a sudden.
"Like them? Are you insane? That's embarrassing!" Regina hissed. Yes, she does enjoy a little romance that she's seeing; Paris wouldn't be called the city of love for nothing but to actually do it? No. Not a chance!
"Yeah. C'mon." Emma stood up and pulled Regina towards her.
"T-there's no music." Regina stammered upon seeing the proximity between the two of them. The space is actually non-existent at the moment.
Emma knew it was a NO. Unfortunately for Regina, 'NO' isn't listed on her dictionary. Instead of answering the brunette, she pulled Regina again and they stood up at the cold pavement of Seine. It was rather chilly for they have been standing near the water front and it didn't help that all of a sudden the rain poured. Regina was about to move away from Emma but the firm grip on her hands made it impossible for her to move away.
Regina's heartbeat is hammering like crazy. It seems like it was trying to escape from her ribcage and for the first time in her life, she is terrified. Never had she experienced like this.
Not even with him.
"Let's dance." Emma muttered on her ear softly. Regina felt tingles running down her spine and it's bad enough that her heart is beating wildly and now her mind is currently inexplicably able to function on its own. She tried to focus on everything around her except for the blonde infront of her holding her securely.
Slowly they moved, with Emma leading them. Everyone seemed to be forgotten. All that's left is the lamp post hovering near them emanating the place that they were standing, two hearts beating as one, and the calming sound of the wind that greets the trees and body of water near them.
"I saw you before. You know." She muttered shyly. Gone was the boisterous Emma Swan that was pestering Regina but it was replaced by this timid little girl who have seen her first crush in a shining white uniform for the first time.
"So, you admit that you are stalking me?" Regina asked smirking. She's been trying to get an upper hand against this whirlwind of a woman and now that she has the loophole and able to do so, she can't help but smile. Although, a part of her was actually surprised to see emerald eyes being like what she is right now.
Emma didn't answer. Instead she just focused on the lady infront of her. She was looking her intensely that it makes Regina a little conscious. They continue swaying at the sound of their heartbeats meshing together. Regina tried to talk, to make things less heavy than it seems to be.
It feels like they were standing for hours already when they started dancing a couple of minutes ago. Regina could feel the cold travelling her body at the rain that is pouring on them. She can only feel but she can't focus when her senses are being consumed by the woman standing right before her eyes. She bit her lips unconsciously at the feeling and tried to look away. Before doing so, she noticed the stricken look of the blonde who was watching her every move.
Emma's eyes traveled from the brunette's infinite eyes to her nose and lastly, her full lips that were currently trapped on her teeth. It's so freaking hot. She was mesmerized with the brunette. She is magnificently gorgeous. And before she could think of anything, she kissed her.
Regina stood unmoving. Her resolve was wavering at the blonde's actions. She knew that this is wrong, and they only met for a week. She is trying to be rationalized with this but she can't seem to stop the pull that was Emma Swan. If those bluish green eyes and that radiant smile were a drug, an addictive and damaging drug then those lips and the feeling of them pulling against her own was the cure.
Regina's brain turned into puddle of mush. And just like Emma, she closed her eyes and forgets. Let go. Let go of the world around her and break her own walls. All her hesitation and fears disappeared at the contact of soft lips on hers. Everything disappeared and the only thing remained were the thoughts of being the two of them alone.
Slowly, Regina crept her limp arms to Emma's neck every slightly scratched it with her short nails. The other woman groaned against her mouth at the contact whilst finding her back side and pulling her closer, closing the gap to their nonexistent space. She felt like her senses were clouded and all that's left is to feel. Feel Emma's hands trying to weave on her short tresses soothing her nerves to a never-ending calm. Feel the soft tongue that slowly pushed past her lips. Feel the heat that was starting on her chest and flooding down between her legs. Emma nipped at her bottom lip before pushing her tongue back into her mouth every slowly dragging her other free hand to her cheek. The delicate contact made her feel something she haven't felt before.
Safety.
After a while, her breathing was getting ragged and the need of air was becoming a necessity, but… she doesn't want to let go.
She can't seem to let go.
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