"Stupid woman," Regina cursed under her breath as she stalked away from camp. She couldn't stand it anymore. Worse than all the things Snow said, worse than everybody focusing on the wrong things (i.e. not saving Henry), worse even than Hook leering at Emma (or maybe her father, Regina wasn't at all sure which), were those eyes on her.
At first, Regina had thought it was just a forlorn look, every person sometimes stared at something but really into space, not aware at what they seemed to look. And Regina could empathize. But not that long, not that intensely, not with a look that burned like fire under her own skin…
It was ridiculous, it was annoying and disconcerting. It also produced her stomach to flutter, warmth spreading from there… everywhere. It was very uncomfortable. But how could she say, how could she just walk up to Ms. Emma Swan and say: Stop staring at my boobs!
It would be like a confession, a different kind of curse, admitting that she had looked long enough at Emma to notice her staring. And at the same time accusing Emma of something she herself had indulged in… not necessarily at the same area on the blonde's body but… how could anyone look away from those arms? Regina didn't know, even while she was silently berating herself for doing it. She had already been careful to not walk behind Emma (she had noticed early in their acquaintance that she liked the view of the sheriff's behind a little too much) but every evening now for the last week she had been looking at those arms and with every flirtatious word Hook threw at Emma, she wanted to choke the life out of him because he was casually doing what she would never be able to.
And that's why she had left. She had a mission and she couldn't let anything or anyone distract her from saving Henry. It was for the best, one of them would come up with a way to save their son… now that they couldn't distract each other anymore.
"Stupid woman," Emma grumbled sitting down against a tree. She frowned at the dancing flames of this night's fire then around the camp at her three sleeping companions.
Regina was gone, alone. By now she could be hurt, or dead or possibly have killed someone. Or maybe she would have come up with a plan to save Henry by now and Emma wouldn't even know, wouldn't be able to help. And all because of her wandering eyes.
Oh, yeah right, Regina had said she was fed up with all of their shit and was going because she didn't want to save Neal… but that wasn't the real reason. She had caught Emma staring and then they had looked into each other's eyes and Emma had seen something there… something that had made them both look away in a hurry - it was need, it was raw need and want, desire, all those good things both of them hadn't had for too long.
And obviously couldn't ever share…
Regina had made a stand when she turned and walked out of camp. She had told Emma that she was unattainable, that nothing was going to happen between them. And it made Emma mad.
So what, if she knew that Regina was right? So what, if her mother would probably kill both of them? So what, if the world fell apart… at least, they would have each other and Henry! And they would be happy! Or wouldn't they? Was Emma just fooling herself?
She wasn't even sure why she had stared at Regina? Certainly, she had perfect breasts from what Emma could see of them… never mind that the rest of her body was pretty amazing as well… she had always thought so. But was it just that? Sexual? How could there even be an emotional connection? With the evil queen. With the ruthless mayor of Storybrooke. With the woman who had raised her son… and raised him well.