Regina slowly sat on the corner of her bed, and brought her fingertips to her lips. They were slightly bruised and sensitive to the touch. She closed her eyes, still imagining Emma's lips on hers.

"Oh Miss Swan, what have you done?"

Regina flopped back on the bed, her legs dangling off the side, as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. What had started as an unsettling appearance by Emma she thought would end like always – with an argument and one of them storming out of the room in a huff – had ended in Emma's heartfelt confessions, an embrace and a kiss. Not just a kiss, but kissing. Again, she ran her fingers across her lips, not quite believing that they had been all over Emma only a few minutes ago. She had been surprised by the kiss, and may have tried to pull back, but Emma's mouth was too inviting, her lips too warm and soft to abandon. Instead, she leaned in and matched Emma's movements. While their mouths met and played, and tongues teased, Regina held onto Emma's hips and pulled her closer. She felt herself melt into Emma and could feel her wanting to possess Emma, mark her as her own. But just as quickly as it started, it had ended. Emma had pulled away, allowing them to catch their breath and take in what had happened. And then she was gone. Just as Emma's magic lingered in the room, so had her kiss and her words. What had she said?

Regina propped herself up on her elbows, and looked around the room. In the dim light, she knew all of her things were just as she had left them, but now, with Emma's appearance, nothing was the same. It seemed as if there had been a shift inside her. The air around her felt a little lighter, and there was a hint of lavender and something else. Was that cinnamon?

She groaned, sat up, ran her fingers through her hair, and with a sigh, decided that sleeping was no longer an option. Damn it Emma! You are insufferable! Not bothering with a robe or slippers, she padded downstairs and mindlessly went through the steps of making coffee. As she sat at the kitchen island waiting for her coffee to brew, she saw Emma's face and heard her words again.

"He's not who you deserve. He doesn't know you. He dismisses you."

"You deserve someone who wants all of you…someone who finds you breathtaking…who wonders what it's like to hold you, kiss you. Someone who will fight for you. Someone who loves you so much it hurts."

Did Emma love her? The coffeemaker beeped Regina out of her daze. She shook her head and chuckled to herself. Ridiculous! Emma was drunk. This was probably just a joke played by Emma and those idiots down at Granny's. She doctored her coffee, and made her way to her study. If she was up this early even on a Saturday morning, she might as well get some work done. She sat at her desk, sipped her coffee, and glanced at the neat piles on her desk. But instead of working, she sat back and turned away from her desk to face the back of her home and her garden. This side of the house faced east so soon she'd see the sun coming up. She continued to sip her coffee, enjoying the quiet of the house and letting her thoughts turn back to Emma. Maybe she wasn't drunk but she had been drinking. She pressed her lips together and smiled slightly as she remembered the taste of whiskey on Emma's lips. She liked it. She had to admit that there was a lot about that kiss that she liked. She reveled in how good it felt, how well they fit together, how quickly they slipped past the initial awkwardness and how easily they found their own rhythm. That kind of attraction and chemistry couldn't be faked, she admitted. But how was it possible? Emma Swan, the Savior, in love with the Evil Queen. She laughed to herself. Ok, so maybe the not-so-evil, Queen, but still, she had been the woman to curse her and her parents. How could Emma reconcile what she had done with her feelings? Had she even tried, or was she simply being careless and impulsive? And what would Snow and Charming think? Surely they'd think the worst, and accuse Regina of casting a spell on their daughter. And Henry – what would Henry think if he knew his mothers were what? Dating, hooking up? Isn't that what the kids called it these days? She furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head. This could not go any further. Completely flustered, she got up quickly, almost spilling what was left of her coffee, and began to pace. Thanks heavens Emma had left when she did. Who knows what would have happened had she stayed? Regina stopped by the windows, put her coffee down, and braced herself against the window sill. She noticed a sliver of light in the distance starting to peek through the darkness. She knew what would have happened.

She would have pulled Emma close, and led them both back onto her bed. She would have undressed Emma, roughly and quickly, until she laid bare underneath her. She would have taken the time to admire Emma's body, and confirm her suspicions once and for all – that Emma was exquisite. She would have explored all of Emma with her lips, her tongue, and her hands. Her bedroom would have filled with the sounds and scents of their lovemaking – her kisses on Emma's hot skin, Emma's moans and pleadings, Regina's own words of promised ecstasy. After a short while, she would have slipped inside Emma, tentatively at first, then harder and deeper. She would have held Emma's gaze, watched in awe as Emma rocked and writhed underneath her, meeting her fingers pushing and pulling inside of her. As she felt Emma near her release, she would have paused, and whispered, "Emma, keep your eyes open. Look at me." And as she lost herself in Emma's sea-green gaze, she would have then taken her over the edge. She would have felt Emma throb around her fingers, and felt their bodies, now slick with sweat, shudder together. She would have nestled her head on Emma's shoulder, breathing in that sweet fragrance she now knew as uniquely Emma.

She took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. She turned, facing away from the morning light. She slumped and sat on the sill. That's what would have happened because for months now, that's what she imagined in the privacy of her bedroom, her study and even her office. She had allowed herself the fantasies, because they were simply that – the musings of a queen and her beautiful, blond savior. She had convinced herself that they would never be fulfilled, and that kept her safe. With one kiss though, her fantasies had been shattered. She had seen and felt the first glimmer of all they could share and experience together, and she could no longer deny her feelings. She wanted Emma. She was in love with Emma.

Now she was terrified.