I'm really really terribly sorry for not updating as fast as I can. Work got in a way, I had momentary writer's block and I was preparing for my cousin's wedding. Such a busy life. So I'm really sorry!
I hope somehow this makes up for the lost time.
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hey guys! we're actually approaching the kinda angst/rocky parts but this is not really angst-ridden story ya know.. just right amount maybe. hmmn.. i hope you'll stay with me as we unravel secrets and we will approaching the "Prologue" of the story really soon! Please stay with me.
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Mistakes are still mine.
The day after the kiss was a bit of suspense. Uneasiness emanating the room. Emma was kicking herself mentally for doing what she did on Seine. She wasn't supposed to do that. She wanted to but it is wrong. The woman, that beautiful magnificent enthralling woman doesn't know her. She doubts if Regina still wants to talk to her.
Maybe this is it.
Maybe this is the end of her adventure with the best woman she ever had the chance to meet.
Emma kept on berating herself internally and talking to herself in a way a nutcase person would. She wanted to reach out and talk to the person beside her. She wants to hold her hand and say she's sorry.
But that would be a lie.
She isn't sorry that that she kissed the brunette. She wanted to do that ever since and she can't escape the pull of gravity that is Regina Mills. The latina is like a blackhole, slowly consuming and fastly sucking the life out of her.
She can't do anything but go and let the current pull her in.
She doesn't want to run against it anyways.
Regina, on the other hand, is another story. She's somehow still in dazed with the soft lips that devour her like she was the oasis in a sea of sand. The heat emanating her has left her weakened in a state that all she wants was to runaway from it but not at the same time.
She felt safe but she can't let her heart be trapped in an unidentified cage.
Long ago, she thought her heart was already taken away from her and it was never returned to her, just like any other story of heartbreak from the only person they love. As cliché as it was, that's what she felt. And now, she can't understand that a piece of something was already beating in her ribcage, and it gets so strong each passing day.
What can you do really?
You have a charming person with you twenty four hours in seven days—fourteen if she'll be able to stay and not flee—so escaping the inevitable can be really pain in the ass.
"So, where are we going today?" Regina asked the blonde who was obviously startled by the brunette's voice.
"It's your week." She shrugged. She doesn't really know what to say. It feels like the cat got her tongue. Quite literally.
Just last night, a sexy feline got her tongue.
Emma just stared at the gorgeous brunette and she can see how she knitted her brows in confusion at the nonchalant replied that she got from the blonde companion.
"Where do you want to go then?" Regina asked, suddenly feeling conscious infront of the scrutinization she's getting from the blonde before her.
"I just want to stay here for a while." Emma responded awkwardly before plopping back to the bed.
"O-ookay." Regina replied. "Let's just order some breakfast and rest for a while." She added awkwardly.
The silence had been too much. It was obvious that both of them weren't ready to talk about the thing that had happened last night.
It's not like Regina can blame Emma for kissing her.
She responded after all.
What makes her irritated is that, it was like Emma was trying to push her away and she doesn't understand why.
Emma, on the other hand, wants to talk about it but she doesn't know how to start. She can't blame Regina if she wants to smack her in the face and never wants to talk to her ever again considering the brunette was actually accommodating when they woke up. This time, there wasn't a pillow beside them but just like what they are doing right now, they woke up with a vast amount of space between them. Like they're lying in a California king bed when in reality, they are in one of those kind of beds that are shared by two people.
Their food arrived a little while ago and the silence was deafening. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were supposed to enjoy the morning of Paris in Regina Mills way. They were supposed to visit the Louvre. Enjoy the streets they haven't ventured yet. But not this.
With the silence, it wasn't impossible for cicadas to start buzzing although it's already ten o'clock in the morning.
When it became too much… Emma decided to break the silence. She breathe deeply and mentally prepared herself for the worst. They have to talk about it sooner or later.
Sooner is nice.
"Regina.." She said hesitantly. She definitely wanted to talk to her but she feels like a she swallowed a toad—and no not those frog chocolate from that wizardry book she read before but a real toad that is.
"No." Regina knows what Emma was trying to say but she doesn't know if she'll be able to take anything the blonde might tell her.
This is it. She'll tell Emma to fuck off and leave her alone.
Rejection sucks.
"I—" Her words died on her throat.
"Let's not talk about it. Can we?" Regina asked her sincerely and somewhat she was trying to gauge the situation. IT is awkward indeed.
All Emma wants now is to jump in a portal and go back in time. She needs to do anything. Take away the doubts and awkwardness between her and the woman she's grown to care deeply.
She must admit that being with the woman for one week straight, for twenty four hours makes falling
in love easily.
Love.
No.
Not yet.
"So you said something about seeing me before." Regina stated trying to ease up the tension that filled the room.
"I did." Emma replied trying her best not to look at the brunette. They are now, again, situated in the bed. Regina trying to read a book—that she bought along with the other that Emma held captive—and Emma trying to count the number of stitches on the hem of her shirt.
"So, you admit that you're stalking me then?" Regina asked with a smirk. It was quite getting uncomfortable really, but she just wanted to disseminate the awkwardness.
And on Emma's part, she wants to know how to talk to Regina. Talk, she meant talk like the way before. Bring back her confidence and be herself again. She was too focused on the hem of her shirt that she didn't noticed Regina moved near her.
Regina held the other girls chin and made her look at her.
"Hey." She muttered softly.
The blonde was startled but immediately calmed at the pool of brown that covered her own sea of blue and green.
"Hey." She responded, immediately averting her eyes from the penetrating brown.
"I'm not mad at you.. for… you know." Regina said in a soft tone.
The blonde haven't answered yet and it somehow makes Regina agitated but she also felt her stomach dropped and she doesn't know what to do with that.
All she knows and understands is that she doesn't want seeing the other upset.
"But you're disappointed with me." Emma pouted. With her messy hair that was cascading her face and the pout on her face, Regina couldn't help but smile at the blonde. She reminds her of a little kid she once saw in a youth center back in New York. He and her had been fascinated with the said kid. But those were just some long lost memories that isn't needed to be visit again.
"I'm not. Y-you were making it as if the world turned against you when you kissed me. You just walked away and didn't talk to me." Regina said exasperatedly.
"I'm sorry. I-it's just that, I wanted to do it the first time I laid my eyes on you." She replied quietly. It made the brunette eyes wide in curiosity and at the admittance of the blonde infront her.
"W-when was the first time you laid your eyes on me?" She asked quietly not sure if she wants to hear it or not.
"Three years ago. I was in Musee d' Orsay. It wasn't my first time entering that building when we did. I've visited it once when I visited the family I stayed in for a couple of months back in New York. They migrated to Paris and they wanted me to visit them. I was in the museum that time when I saw you with a guy. Your smile was different from your smile now, sometimes I see a glimpse of it whenever I do something stupid or like after the kiss…before I walked out on you. Back then, it seems like you have the world on your feet and you are contented with the world around you. You look happier and I couldn't take my eyes off of you. You were looking gorgeous with your black dress… and—" She rambled and abruptly stopped when she heard Regina chuckled.
She was rambling and Regina actually finds it amusing.
"You were really stalking me." She said offhandedly and it made Emma pout. At some point, Regina didn't understand why she thought of wiping that pout away with her own lips but she shook her head at that thought.
"No. I just saw you and I was so fascinated with you." Emma replied with a little smile. "there was something about you that makes me want to get to know you." She shrugged. "T-the guy… where is he?" She added. She noticed that Regina visibly stilled at question and she berated herself again for being stupid.
"Can we not talk about it please?" Regina asked softly. She sounded so small and all Emma wants to do was to hug her and take her worries away.
"Okay."
"So, why did you walk away?"Regina asked.
"I-I felt like I was stepping the boundaries that we have. I may be playful and all but I respected you and I felt like I was being stupid kissing you like that. I felt like I ruined your trust." She said before looking away.
"So, the only way you thought of is to walk away?" Regina asked. Sitting Indian sit infront of Emma, just right in the middle of her legs.
Emma nodded.
"You are an idiot." Regina added with a big smile.
A genuine smile that reminds Emma of three years ago.
And a warm feeling enveloped her heart and she smiled as big as what Regina is offering her.
Maybe, just maybe it somehow brought back some of her confidence that she lost when she walked away from the brunette last night.
"I wanted to get to know you. I wanted to be your friend. No, not really." She said with a hint of a smile.
"So, your solution is to annoy me and get my book. Is that it?" Regina asked with an eyebrow lifted.
"uhm.. yeah?!"
"you're impossible Miss Swan!" Regina chuckled and it was a music in Emma's ears.
"How can this day be so boring?!" Emma shouted inside the room. A couple of hours had already passed and she thinks that she was able to do everything she knew in True Skate. She also had skimmed the book that she held captive and found nothing unusual with it. Maybe just the note that had DS in it.
"You were the one who suggested you wanted to stay here." Regina told her.
"I know, I know. But can we go out? And it's the first day of your week!" She exclaimed.
"I asked you where you wanna go but you were the one who told me that we should stay here Miss Swan." She reminded again.
Emma quieted and think of a way to kill boredom, and watching Regina read a book makes the boredom bearable indeed. The way her brows knitted while concentrating in reading the book, the way she purse her lips when she's trying to understand what she's reading and the way she sits on the bed while her back was rested on the headboard.
"are you done ogling Miss Swan?" Regina lifted a brow. It must be a habit, Emma mused. At some point during her musing she thought of Regina being a bipolar like van Gogh, maybe she's not but it's an awesome theory.
"Not yet." She replied cheekily.
"So tell me, what do you want to do?" she prodded.
"I don't know." Regina replied.
"We did all I wanted last week. Let's do the things that you want this week." Emma suggested.
Regina thought for a moment.
"I want to visit Chef Ducasse." She said. Emma's eyes went wide like it was almost popping out of her socket.
"Chef Ducasse? As in Chef Alain Ducasse of Le Meurice?" Emma exclaimed.
Regina nodded.
If before Emma had an idea how rich the woman beside her now she knew that she totally underestimated the woman's financial status.
"Close your mouth before bad wind blew you." Regina shook her head at the blonde.
"But.. but.. I- I heard that reservation is hard to get there." Emma stammered.
"I have my ways."
Regina abruptly stands up and went to where her clothes resided. She knew Alain way back when they had an auction in New York and the chef was one of the auctioneers in that event. She knew her from a friend and he was trying to persuade her to visit his Restaurant in Paris for so long but she never had the chance even when she was with him.
Maybe now is the time.
She needs to indulge one way or another.
And maybe forgetting him and creating another memory in another way in the same place might be the start.
And maybe opening herself once again to possibilities will make her happy. It has been three years after all.
Three years is a long time.
Maybe, she was able to get over him one way or another but it doesn't change the fact that after him she never had someone that interests her.
Except maybe for the blonde in the same room as hers.
Maybe if she gives in onto this friendship, things will never be the same. After all, a carriage won't move on when no one's pulling them.
"You want to get to know me right?" Regina asked.
"yeah."
"Then find the best dress you could find."
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