Title: Last Thing You'll Do
Author: Calliope-plantain
Rating: M
Pairing:Regina/Emma
Disclaimer: I do not own Once. All characters in this story sadly do not belong to me; they're simply being borrowed for a little while, and then will be returned. This story was not written for profit and no copyright infringements are intended.
Storyline: Regina could say her life was perfect… and then it got turned upside down.
Author's Note:Last chapter before Christmas – not sure when I'll update!
Beta: Scarlet-Marauder awesomely encouraged me to write this, and then was my beta. So any mistakes she's missed and any feelings of distress are her fault ;)
"The next heart you crush will be mine" – 45-Spacer.
The lips against hers felt like heaven. The table that she was being forced into felt like hell; one she would accept for the former. Emma's lips felt the same as they always had. They tasted the same too. The feel of the blonde skin beneath her fingertips made her heart sing and flesh buzz just the same. The body flushed against hers as always made her brain fog and pulse race. She delighted in the on slaughter of sensations being forced upon her; and seized each of them willing.
She felt Emma shiver as their lips and teeth danced their usual dance; and tongues fought their age old battle. Regina felt Emma's grip on her forearm tighten as if she were worried she'd pull away. Even if she wanted to, Emma effectively had her pinned in place. There was nowhere else in this world, or any other she'd rather be.
It was Emma who pulled away for a second time though this time rested her forehead against Regina's. Her breathe was hard, heavy and quick against Regina's face. It mirrored Regina's as she tried to gulp in as much oxygen as possible. She did not need to breathe or feel the drum of her heart within her chest. She needed Emma. She needed the feel of her skin; taste of lips and to know she was safe.
"Upstairs?" Regina asked softly and felt Emma nod against her. Opening her eyes she realised the blonde was watching her with hesitance in her eyes. Tears clung to the dark eyelashes and it was only then, that the brunette saw the dark shadows beneath her lover's eyes. They even looked slightly sunken, only making the fair face seem gaunter than it had when Regina had first noticed Emma's weight loss. She didn't want to think about it. She wanted to lose herself in her fantasy in which everything was okay. And so she moved from the hard table digging into her spine, and pulled her partner with her, ignoring the look of uncertainty in the dark soulful eyes.
The ascent was slower and more deliberate than the last time Regina had guided Emma upstairs behind her, three months ago. So much had changed since then, both Emma and she had changed considerably. Yet the house around them still felt the same; as did the hand held firmly in hers and the love she felt for the woman who followed her without question.
The door was opened with considered care, not with the force which had caused the scuff marks upon the wall behind it during their last night together. Regina hadn't the heart or the stomach to remove them. Seeing them daily had given her the edge to be angry at the woman who had stopped just in the door way causing Regina to pause as well.
Turning she saw what she thought was fear in the blonde's eyes. What was there for her to be afraid of? She was safe in this room, just as she always had been. The rest of the world did not matter. The world outside could crumple and fall, and it would not affect them in here. It was only them, standing in their bedroom.
Regina moved their clasped hands to her hip as she moved forward. She felt Emma automatically taking hold of her, and fought back a genuine smile. No matter what was happening around them, Emma's touch soothed her. While the emerald eyes looked scared and unsure the strong, lone hand upon her hip felt sure and assertive.
Regina stepped forward with what she hoped was a reassuring smile before moving to kiss the blonde. The lips under hers responded immediately; yet another thing that had not change. Regina was clinging to the things that would never change, that could prove almost that none of this was happening. Denial would not be her friend, but it powered her movements and desires.
The kiss was not about dominance. Neither fought for it, nor wanted it. It was about connection and intimacy. The mouth that swept over hers seemed to mould perfectly against her offering lips. Regina trailed her tongue slightly against Emma's mouth and felt her easy submission to the invading muscle. Some things really never changed. The older woman could easily hear both of their hitched breaths and small moans as their tongues slid effortlessly against each other in their well-practiced dance.
Regina felt Emma's hand move to take hold of her head, possibly to speed the kiss along…to deepen it. Before the other woman could grasp the back of Regina's head, she tugged on the hem of Emma's top. The blonde let out a disappointed groan at the move. It got louder still when the top went over her head forcing them apart.
Glancing down she allowed herself to look at her partner's body. It was the body she knew so well and yet it was so much smaller than it used to be. While Emma wasn't skin and bones, Regina could see her ribcage more than usual and her collar bone seemed that little more obvious. She was still as beautiful and perfect as she always had been, and yet the stark evidence in front of her made it that much harder to ignore. She couldn't look.
Emma hadn't noticed her lover's wandering eyes as the offending top was ripped from her and Regina took the offered lips eagerly as soon as they were available. The kiss changed. It became rough and needy, and Regina realised almost instantly it was her who was fuelling the kiss. Emma was simply following suit. The hand that finally took a hold of the back of Regina's head, pulling in her tighter, however was all Emma.
They swayed slightly as Regina moved to take off her dress. It was going to be a back zipped removal Emma would miss, though the way Emma seemed to cling to her, Regina doubted she'd mind this once. The dress pooled at her feet, and as she tried to step backwards both women stumbled back; Regina's foot caught in the dress. Regina couldn't help but smile at Emma's bewildered expression as it was Emma who'd caught the vanity and Regina's waist to stop them from falling completely to the ground.
She grinned further at the laugh that followed. If she could make Emma laugh like that again she'd be happy. Emma seemed to scoop her up, almost in a reversed dip; always her protector. Always the saviour.
Once they were on equal footing again Regina kicked the item of clothing away and was momentarily thankful it didn't try to take her down again, but instead flew across to the side. It was with a smile upon both their lips they met again, Regina still pulling Emma the rest of the way to the bed. Their bed? Was it their bed again?
When she felt her now exposed calf hit the bottom of the bed, she sat down and tried to pull the woman down with her only to be met by resistance. "Stop! Wait…Wait" Emma said trying to pull away from her, managing to only rest her hands upon the bed at either side of Regina's thighs.
"No", was Regina's simple reply. She didn't want to wait. She wanted this, and she wanted it now. She'd waited. She'd not waited for over three months, for it to be taken away now. She needed this. She needed it now. She tried to seize Emma's mouth again, only for the other woman to dodge out of the way at the last second.
"Regina I need to tell you something" Emma replied almost pleadingly and she saw the look. The same look she'd seen downstairs. The one of desperation and guilt.
"No" Regina said this time more forcefully. "I don't want to know" she continued feeling her heart rise to her mouth. She didn't want to know, whatever it was. She did not want Emma to ruin this, any of this. She wanted the bliss in the ignorance. Emma's last confessions had destroyed her. She wasn't strong enough for more.
"Regina…" the blonde pleaded, once again evading Regina's advances.
"Please. It can wait till tomorrow" the older woman pleaded back. Why didn't Emma understand, she needed this. She needed to escape their reality. She just wanted to pretend for a little while. She just wanted to be happy.
Emma looked back at her with big sad eyes. They tell her that Emma doesn't think it can wait …or she doesn't want to. If it was another apology it could wait; if it was worse…it could wait because she didn't want to hear it. Not yet.
Looking at the alarm clock at the head of the bed she saw it was just after eleven o'clock. Tomorrow was coming whether she liked it or not. She could not freeze time, nor could she lock the rest of the world out. The time would come and they would have to face all this head on. But not yet. God just not yet. Turning her head back to the blonde, Regina knew she was pleading her with her eyes. "Hours…it can wait hours. Please Emma let us forget…be happy" she breathed hearing her tone threatening to break.
It was the coward's way out, it was unhealthy for both of them and Regina didn't care. She couldn't deal with any of this right now. She wanted to lose herself in the woman she loved, and maybe Emma could too. Tomorrow…tomorrow they could be rational and would probably fight because Regina still felt the anger and the upset. They'd throw things and shout, and hug and cry; try and figure what to do next. Tomorrow…it could wait until tomorrow.
She heard Emma's shuddering breath, and allowed her eyes to fall. Take in the blonde's body. From this angle she realised her eyes had deceived her. Yes Emma's weight loss was still obvious, but it didn't look so…sickly. She simply looked as if she'd lost some weight and muscle tone. It wasn't that bad.
Lifting her gaze once again, it connected with its green twin. Emma was looking at her with a look of curiosity; though the look of guilt still lingered. She watched as the younger woman swallowed gently, and eyes flickered for an instant. But she saw the moment when she'd won the battle; when Emma gave her the smallest of nods. She had won the battle, but not the war…and she knew it.
Regina pulled on Emma's belt buckle loop hard, causing the woman to literally crash into her. Both landed haphazardly upon the bed, and she heard the other woman's gasp of surprise and felt a pop upon her hand. A gasp Regina echoed when Emma sat back up, and she realised she'd just ripped the belt buckle loop. She couldn't help but half lay, resting on her forearms and just looking at the damaged jeans open mouthed; causing Emma to look down in confusion. A disgruntled noise fell from Emma's lips as she took in the damage.
"I'm sorry!" Regina exclaimed, only to be surprised when the look of annoyance upon Emma's face fell away completely to one of a small smile. A smile Regina couldn't help but return. A ripped belt loop was not the end of the world.
The brunette shuffled backwards to the head of the bed, her eyes never leaving Emma's. When she felt the pillows against her bare back, she gestured with one finger for her lover to join her. For a moment it looked as if Emma was going to change her mind. For a moment Regina held her breath.
It was one she let go, as Emma crawled the distance between them. Crawled right over the top of her and seized her mouth in a bruising kiss. It took her breath away. Despite its forcefulness the hand that wasn't holding the woman up, gently traced down her throat and came to rest on her shoulder with absolute care.
Regina gasped followed by a moan as Emma lowered herself to her forearm, causing her body to fall into Regina's. Skin on skin…jeans pressed into underwear. Regina wasn't sure what she missed most. The taste of Emma's lips against her own, as the blonde's tongue brushed Regina's lips seeking entrance. She gave it instantly. Or the feel of Emma's body against her own, as younger woman rocked into her ever so gently starting to build the pressure inside of her. Or was it the smell that was uniquely the woman above her that drove her wild.
No she'd missed it all. She craved it all. Needed it more than ever. Their breathing was hitched as they broke for air. Feeling Emma panting against her… moving against her felt incredible. Regina groaned deeply when Emma palmed her bra cladded breast, only being silenced by Emma's mouth upon hers again. She could feel Emma's thumb nail being dragged across her now sensitive nipple; and heard her own muffled cry of pleasure.
Emma's touch and hold felt hesitant though. Emma didn't do hesitant not even during their first kiss in front of Granny's almost two years ago to the day. She was holding back just as she had the night before she left. Emma had known what was coming; known what fate was waiting for her. Regina remembered now. Emma had cried. The blonde had easily shrugged off the tears but Regina now understood. Emma had believed it was their last time. Emma had planned to not see her again. The younger woman had given her what Emma had believed was her last memory of their time together. Regina was never meant to go to the Sherriff's office nor were they meant to fight.
In their bed, in Emma's embrace it was the only place she needed no control. She thrived on it in fact. She knew she could give up all pretences with this woman, and knew she was safe. Emma was hesitant and giving her all the control; she hated it. She wanted them back. She wanted to pretend it was normal but it wasn't.
Pulling away ever so slightly she once again delighted in the feeling of Emma's breath against her face. "Touch me" she urged slightly, and saw the woman's brow furrow in confusion.
"I am" Emma replied breathlessly.
The former Queen gave a small shake of the head and Emma's look of confusion only worsened. Emma was touching her, but it felt different. She did not want different. She wanted it to be the same as it always had been. She did not Emma to feel unsure or cautious about touching her. She wanted her Emma back. "No…touch me like you mean it. Like it's something you plan to do forever" Regina breathed, hating the tight clenching feeling upon her heart, because Emma wasn't going to do this forever. Emma was…
The lips on her own instantly forced any previous thought out of her head. She felt it. That spark. Their spark that used to flow so easily between them. It filled her head and made her dizzy. The hand near her head threaded its fingers into her hair making her head tingle. It was an odd but invigorating difference in the difference in sensations between the roughness of their bra clad breasts and the silky softness of Emma's skin against hers.
It was then the hand wrapped in her locks pulled her upwards, their lips never breaking contact. Regina's underwear clad core ground against Emma's jeans; the friction causing her to moan deeply, and she felt the blonde's smirk. The hand which had previously been tracing Regina's breast moved to fall beneath her and with practiced skill unfastened the item before lying the older woman back down.
Emma's lips were removed from her lips, causing her to groan disappointedly. It only made the woman above her grin deeper. With deliberate slowness Emma removed Regina bra from her body, though the brunette could feel her lover's hunger gaze upon her. The removed item was to the side, probably landing on the floor; without a care in the world.
Dark green eyes rose to her own and Regina could see it. The desire in Emma's eyes. She could feel it. It shot desire through her body, causing her once again to gain friction from the woman above her. Her hip ground into Emma, and all Emma did was look at her with that smoky smirk. Regina tried to catch the mouth inches away from her own only for it to be pulled away completely when Emma sat up.
It was Emma's turn, as Regina watched the woman shift; hands move behind the blonde's back. The former Queen heard the small click of the other woman's bra, and watched as it too was ripped off and thrown with less elegance than her own. All she could do was lie back and let her eyes roam the newly revealed fair skin.
She expected for a moment for Emma's nerves to return, but was pleasantly surprised when Emma leant forward crushing her lips to her own once more. Nipples graze against each other causing each woman to moan into their lover's mouth. Hearts beating fast in their owner's chest; only trying to out beat its twin.
Emma's stay upon Regina's mouth did not last for long. The brunette tilted her head slightly as Emma latched on her throat; and Regina could feel the woman's hot tongue against her pulse point. Felt the teeth gently drag against her flesh and allowed her eyes fall closed.
The blonde's hand rose again to trace the side of Regina's breast causing her to gasp and a feeling of pure arousal to pool in the pit of her stomach. Emma felt everywhere as Regina's hips began to roll. While Emma's trousers allowed for contact, it was not what she craved. She wanted heat…she wanted skin. Emma was far too dressed for liking.
"Stop" she breathed and felt Emma freeze against her. She blonde did not move, and Regina realised thought her fogged brain couldn't comprehend it…Emma thought she wanted her to actually stop. "Pants…off" Regina commanded breathlessly and felt Emma's smile against her skin. Emma captured Regina's earlobe, gently caressing it with her tongue. Regina gasped loudly, arching her back and her burning flesh against her lover's only igniting her desire further.
It was a request she wished she hadn't made when Emma moved completely off her, instead coming to kneel between her legs. It was with trembling hands Emma tried to undo her buckle on her jeans, causing Regina to grin. Sitting up Regina, tugged upon the leather and saw it unfasten instantly. Ceasing upon the opportunity she popped the button open too. She heard Emma's chuckle and didn't care if she looked needy. She was. She was desperate for this woman and a pair of jeans wouldn't stop her.
Emma leant forward over her just for a second allowing her breasts to sway dangerously close to Regina's face; and the brunette fought the urge to seize one of the pink nubs with her mouth. If she did that Emma would be distracted and stop the removal of the damn jeans. She did however risk a lick. The flat of her tongue was dragged upwards and Regina couldn't help but groan at the taste and feel of the skin beneath her mouth. Emma's moan was deeper, more appreciating than her own but the jeans were still pulled off the longer legs and Regina heard the noise as they hit the floor.
It was when Emma's hands took a hold of Regina's hips she looked down to see Emma's own underwear and been discarded too. Her mouth watered at the sight. Her eyes took in every detail of her lover's body; committing it memory. Every freckle, scar and curve. The body she knew so well.
At the tug of Emma's fingers, she realised the blonde was trying to remove her last remaining garment. As soon as Regina lifted her hips, unlike with Emma's own clothing it was with steady hands her underwear was take off. Emma's steady hands trailed down her calves as if worshipping them. It was if time slowed down. It slowed to a painful pace and all Regina could do is watch as it happened. The discarded item too was thrown to the floor.
Emma seemed to hover above her for a moment. Taking in every inch of Regina's body. She saw Emma lick her lips slightly and felt her breath hitch. Hooded eyes rose to her own, and the older woman felt as if she could drown in them.
Regina let out a resounding cry as one of Emma's knees slid upwards coming into direct contact with her core. The noise continued through heightened in pitch as the blonde's mouth seized her nipple entirely. The feeling of Emma's tongue against her felt amazing. Slamming her eyes closed she felt her body take over, as she felt her hips grind slowly against the thigh pushing into her. Emma tongue tracing every dip and peak; devouring her completely.
She felt Emma's fingertips ghost beneath her other breast, not giving anything firm or solid. Emma was teasing her, and she loved it. She could feel the tongue swirling around her nipple and the teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. She groaned in disappointment as Emma's mouth left her, only to cry loudly as she felt the other woman's warm teasing breath upon her. Her nipples only puckered further, almost painfully tight. She was on fire.
Emma shifted, one leg now straddling Regina's. The move ground Emma's thigh further still into her. Regina's heart was beating at an impossibly rate; it was all she could hear over their laboured breathing. Her body was turning to goo beneath Emma's nimble fingers and skills mouth. Emma seemed to be determined one way or another to stop her from breathing.
The woman above her rolled her hips causing both women's cores to grind against their lover's thighs, and their groans to resound around the room. She was lost to the woman above her, and yet she had found the place she was meant to be. Emma gave one last swirl of her tongue Regina's taut bud before moving on. Leaving her panting and wanting more.
A small trail of kisses was given to top of Regina's breast and collarbone before the brunette easily caught the woman's mouth. A firm hand was placed against Regina's hip causing her heart to pound a little harder. The hand stopped her hips from bucking against the toned thigh. Stopping the contact she needed. Regina openly groaned into the mouth assaulting hers.
"I've missed you" Emma whispered almost directly onto her lips, and it took all of Regina's self-control not to cry out again. Lifting her hand lazily she traced slowly down Emma's back from her shoulder blade, only to pull Emma closer once she reached her bottom. Drawing her in, she felt the woman's gasp against her lips. "Missed you too" the brunette breathed back. Regina wrapped one leg around Emma's hips grinding into the fair skin, and feeling Emma's own arousal against her own, with a low groan. Emma ground her own hips, causing a bolt of electricity to shoot threw Regina's body to her very core. The grin against her lips told her, Emma was not to be out done.
Regina could see the determination in the blonde's face, and she couldn't help but smile as Emma pulled away slightly, both openly panting. The former Queen felt as if her chest was on fire as it tried to drag in oxygen. The green eyes that bore into her were almost black with pure desire, and yet she saw love. Genuine, undiluted love; and that did more to her insides than the primal look upon Emma's face. Regina gulped slightly.
Emma's dark eyes lowered to her lips again, and Regina could almost taste her lover's breath. Regina gasped, lifting from the bed and coming to rest upon her shoulder blade as she tried to maintain contact with the hand that had grazed her most sensitive areas. "So beautiful" Emma moaned so low it would have been mistaken for a growl. The hand gently brushed against Regina's clit, and a jolt of pure pleasure ran from the small bundle of nerves, through her out her entire body. Regina did not force Emma to move. Her hips buckled though as tried to remain calm. She saw Emma's flashing smile as her fingers plunged into Regina's core, the older woman's mouth opened in a silent cry.
Emma seized the open mouth, with her own; teasing her with her tongue, teeth and lips. Every part of her mouth was being invaded, and Regina could do was suck, nip and tug against her offering. Emma's hand had stilled allowing Regina to familiarise herself with the sensation. She was familiar and she was ready. She arched her back, trying to pull the woman in deeper. Emma's knee pushed into her, causing pressure on Regina's already swollen clit. The movement caused Emma's fingers in further, and Regina allowed the fire to consume her entirely as Emma started her slow but firm pace.
Regina met each of Emma's thrusts. It was a well-rehearsed dance and they both knew the beat. The blonde always knew how to move against her, the right pressure and speed; as Regina fed hungrily on the mouth upon hers. Her finger threaded through Emma's shortened hair, pulling her firmer against her. The length felt odd against her fingertips but she felt Emma's shuddering breath and loved it all the same.
Regina could feel her hips bucking more vigorously and knew Emma would keep up with the pace. Her body was trying to get the invading fingers to brush the spot her body pleaded for. A well placed thumb moved against her clit, causing her gasp. She couldn't keep kissing Emma, she tried but she was panting too hard. Emma took what she could but soon gave up, placing kisses against the former Mayor's jawline and with a swirl of her tongue lashed onto her probably already marked skin. She felt Emma's hum against her pulse point and allowed her eyes to roll shut.
It felt real. Emma was here above her, no space could be found between them as their body writhed against one another. She could feel Emma's arousal coating her thigh as both ground into each other. Hear Emma's laboured near her ear. Emma was now pushing into her at bruising rate as Regina's leg was pinning the blonde in place above her. Emma was filling her completely with a slight curl of her fingers. She heard Emma's possible cry of pain as she gripped the hair in between her fingers. All she could do as groan in apology and hope Emma understood.
Emma bite down gently against pulse point, the swirl of her warm tongue calmed any pain it may have caused. The blonde pushed into her with a twist finding the spot her body was so eager for the other woman to find. Her body arched with a whimper. The second time it happened it caused Regina's body to slam upwards and she heard Emma's cry of surprise, followed by a low groan as both women were forced into a sitting like position.
Regina openly ground herself into Emma as both woman panted, trying to steal kisses from the other's mouth. The blonde's hips were now frantic against hers and it was causing Regina closer and closer to the edge. She wanted to wait but her body wouldn't stop. Emma was clinging to her tightly, their new position making it almost impossible for her to move within her. Instead it was caused Emma palm constant contact with her clit as the blonde's hips drove her digits in closer.
The former Queen was going to come undone, as it was going to happen soon. The pitch and forcefulness of her lover's breath against her lips told her Emma would soon be following her into the abyss. She felt lightheaded though her body seemed sluggish in its desperate attempt to find its release. Regina managed to slide her hand between them and felt Emma's swollen nub beneath her fingertips.
She allowed Emma loud cry of pleasure to carry at the attention she gave the small bundle of nerve. Their position allowed for little more but as she felt herself about to explode she tried her hardest to get the other woman to follow her. A battle she lost as she felt and heard Emma's next breathless confession, "I love you".
The cry that fell from her lips was a mix of anguish, awe and pleasure. Everything pushed her so far over the edge all she could do was fall. Slamming her eyes shut she allowed her to scream as loudly as her body wanted. Her whimpers, groans and moans mixed with Emma's as Regina felt the younger woman shudder against her thigh and fingers. The blonde had followed her perfectly and conducted her as only she knew how. Emma's head fell to the brunette's shoulder as they both rocked against each other, trying to gain every last shudder of their shared release.
It took only moments for Regina's body to give up the fight to remain right causing them both to fall backwards. Emma's length fell against hers; her skin hummed with the contact and their love making. Emma continued moving inside her though the pace lessened as she rode out her orgasm. Emma's laboured breath tickled her moistened skin, as the blonde tried to return them both back to reality.
She groaned in disappointment when the invading digits were removed from her core, and even heard her own cry when a gentle kiss was placed beneath her earlobe. Emma however apart from that did not move to distance herself from Regina. Legs entangled and hearts beating faster than they should seemingly trying to huddle together to get closer to their twin. She felt Emma's arm move, and a hand clasp lazily in her own.
Her skin buzzed and brain seemed empty of all thoughts but the woman lying upon her. Emma's hand in her own, body pressed against her and the breath against her throat all served as an anchor to reality. Neither woman spoke as their breathing levelled out and they basked in their own release, and their partner's presence.
Emma's gentle breath against her skin soothed her. Told her it was all real. Emma was here, just made love to her and proclaimed what Regina had believed had gone. Love. Emma did love her. Emma had lied to protect her. She'd been wrong in her belief that it was Regina that needed protecting but she understood.
She couldn't help but smile at Emma's silence which was soon followed by deep breathing. It appeared the woman lying on top of her had fallen asleep. Turning her head the former Queen placed a gentle kiss upon the mess of blonde hair next to her face; letting the woman sleep on. Regina loved the feeling of Emma above her, and would choose to sleep like this for as long as they could; knowing Emma would eventually move to her side of the bed as the night progressed. Breathing in deeply Regina inhaled the blonde, committing it to memory. "I love you too" Regina replied gently as sleep started to claim her as well; feeling Emma tighten the grip upon her hand.
She wasn't asleep but neither was she awake. She felt oddly weightless as if she was floating. Regina felt warm and snug within the sheets around her, a feeling she had not experienced for a very long time. Since the last night Emma had slept beside her. Part of her wanted to digest everything that Emma had told her last night except her brain wouldn't connect with the events of the previous evening. Her sleep fogged brain could only acknowledge one thing; Emma had come home.
Regina allowed her eyes to open slowly pleasantly surprised that the light outside was only just starting to show; casting the darkened room in a slight purple glow. Shifting her head to the side she saw the bright numbers on her alarm clock beaming at her. It was only 3.27am. She wasn't sure what time they'd fallen asleep but it hadn't been for long and yet she felt almost completely rested. Surprisingly she felt no hangover luring over her; though she could just as easily fall back to sleep until it was time to get up.
Regina snugged down beneath the sheet above her. She moved to curl up against her sleeping partner only to find the bed was empty beside her. The familiar rush of dread and anxiety crept through her body. Emma wouldn't have just left. Not after what they'd just shared. Most certainly not at 3.30 in the morning. She couldn't have left her…again. The older woman had been dozing for a while, drifting in and out of sleep and she hadn't heard Emma get up. She had heard no noise from the blonde and felt no disturbances during her sleeping hours.
She sat up a little too quickly feeling her head spin a little; it appeared she was going to suffer a little from the alcohol she'd consumed last night. At first the panic was fuelling her scan of the empty room, but then she saw them. Emma's jeans though they weren't thrown over of their rightful place, the back of her vanity chair. They were in a breadcrumb type trail with her other clothing, including Regina's from the open bedroom door to out of sight at the bottom of the bed. Then she saw the soft glow creeping out from beneath their ensuite bathroom door.
Grabbing her robe she quickly wrapped it around herself, though it was not needed. Emma had seen her naked several times and the early July temperature did not require it. She took the distance between bed and door in only a few strides. Listening hard she heard no noise of distress nor any noise that indicated Emma needed any assistance. In fact the room seemed completely silent not even the sound of the shower or the water running. "Emma?" she called gently with a light rap of her knuckles upon the door, and waited for her response.