"You can't keep running from your feelings Regina" she had to stifle her laughter at the sound of the groan emitted from beneath the pile of blankets covering a very delicate feeling brunette, "oh for goodness sakes" the fairy rolled her eyes before hovering a hand over the form and eradicating the hangover from the woman. "All better now?" she asked as she would an injured child.
"Condescending doesn't suit you dear" Regina jibed as she was finally able to become anything other than horizontal. Her eyes had a little trouble adjusting to the light of day after immersing herself in darkness as soon as she had opened them this morning.
Tinkerbell merely raised an eyebrow in amusement before moving into the space on the couch that Regina's feet had created when the brunette moved them to curl beneath her, a steaming hot mug of coffee now safe to drink without revisiting moments later. "And deflecting does not suit you, your majesty"
The brunette moved to scold the woman for the use of the title but couldn't help the flash of reminiscence the blonde always managed to bring out in her, she was the first of her casualties when cruelness had set upon her heart and possibly the worst off in terms of old friends. The fairy seemed to understood however, had always held onto the fact that a young Regina had been in a vulnerable position, her emotions having only recently been pushed to their furthest when she had shown up with ideas of true love.
That particular experiment had been a complete bust, Robin was in Storybrooke and whilst Regina couldn't deny that the archer was handsome, it had been a while now since she had entertained the idea of a man to share her bed with, or any other for that matter…all except one, the one she had managed to keep hidden from any since the feelings had taken a hold of her heart almost a year ago…it did seem however, that the theory was in fact correct, drunken minds did in fact speak sober hearts.
"I am not deflecting dear fairy," her eyes were deadly as they fell upon her friend but, as was usual with this particular blonde, she paid no attention to the silent threat and merely pressed on, it was a particular talent of hers.
"Mhmm…" Tinkerbell nodded with amusement dancing within her bright eyes, "so delaying then?"
Dark hair shook in defeat laced with a strong shot of irritation as she dropped her gaze to the dark liquid as she brought it up to her lips, the caffeine was certainly needed if this was the way the conversation was going to go…perhaps a steadying lacing of alcohol might help things on…no, she had most certainly drank enough the previous night thanks to the woman practically vibrating with anticipation beside her.
"I'm sure I have no idea what you are referring to and I suggest we move in to something else, I can feel a migraine coming on"
Tinkerbell merely shrugged before a movement outside caught her eyes, the grin that quickly grew was not missed by an increasingly frustrated brunette.
"What now?" she sighed as she watched the blonde rise to her feet, "and before you talk anymore about what I may or may not have said last night, I remind you that I have closed the subject off for discussion"
"Okay but…" as she made to speak further the doorbell rang, she watched the confusion fill the pyjama clad Queen's face for a long moment before continuing after the second chime rang throughout the lower level of the mansion, "should I let Emma in or would you like to do the honours?" she stifled a giggle at the sheer panic crossing Regina's face slowly as she took in her dishevelled state, "I'm sure she would like to elaborate on the beautifully poetic voicemail she would have woken up to this morning"
At this, dark eyes snapped up to meet devious green, "the wh-"
But the woman had moved into the foyer and proceeded to open the front door, "Emma, hi!" Regina heard the too-chirpy-for-morning greeting as she frantically tried to finger comb her dark hair.
"Uh…hey, is uhm..is Regina home?" came the Sheriff's voice, footsteps echoed throughout the hallway now as they drew closer to where the brunette stood frozen to the spot with fear. How had this gone from a secret to some sort of drunken confession?!
It felt as though time had slowed down upon the doorknob turning allowing Emma into the room, her eyes instantly locked with Regina's as she was ushered inside.
"I'll just leave you two to talk," the fairy smiled gently in encouragement at her friend, "thanks for last night Regina" but the brunette was too caught up in the site of the Saviour to even notice her departure.
"Uh hey," Emma began only for Regina to jump in instantly before her face flushed a piteous shade of red.
"Miss Swan, before you say anything please let me explain…" Emma cocked her head in question but made no move to interrupt, "last night…well, last night I seemed to have drank far more than I should have and as a result I said some things that I didn't mea…well, no I did mean to say them but not to you…not to say that they were meant for someone else, they were certainly meant for you, I don't just go around falling for anyone with a pulse-"
"You…fall…Regina, what are you talking about?" Emma's brow was furrowed in both shock and confusion as she picked up on the brunette's ramblings.
Regina's heart practically stopped in her chest when she realised the reason for the confusion in Emma's eyes, "Emma did I…did I call you at any point last night?" her only answer was a nod, apparently she had rendered the blonde into silence, "and what exactly did I say?"
Emma seemed to take a couple of seconds to gather her thoughts before speaking, "well you did seem pretty wasted," the older woman grimaced at this, "and you kept calling Henry our son, you were adamant I knew that he was both of ours," her head moved down in slight shame at her actions and embarrassment as she deduced that she hadn't told Emma of her feelings and had, in fact, been tricked by a conniving fairy, "then you told me to come over today to discuss some things about burying the hatchet…starting fresh…any of this ringing a bell?"
And it was, it was flooding right back to her and her assumption was correct, she had told Emma nothing of her feelings and if the blonde's silence was anything to go by, it seemed that they were unrequited…as she readied her cold facade, she was caught off guard by the finger lifting her chin and the look of hope dancing within green eyes.
"Did you really mean that?" the blonde asked softly as her hand moved to cup Regina's jaw, her thumb tracing her cheek gently.
The brunette could only nod, words failing her as green eyes flicked to her parted lips before capturing her dark orbs once more.
"Good" she smiled once more before stepping back and extending a hand out to a severely confused and flustered Regina, "I'm Emma, Emma Swan"
The brunette's brows furrowed in confusion before she caught on to what was happening, reaching out she was delighted to feel the spark that shot up her arm upon grasping Emma's hand and if the small gasp she heard before her was anything to go by, the blonde had felt it too. "Regina, Regina Mills"
The two stood for a long moment, happy to simply look at one another before Emma spoke once more, "well Miss Mills" she smiled at the soft laugh Regina emitted at the change, "how would you like to go on a date with me?"
The laughing quietened as she tugged on the hand still held in her own, bringing Emma flush against her body as she nudged her nose with her own in order to gain the perfect position, "I would love to, Emma" and with that she captured pale lips with her own in a long awaited kiss.