She took a hard fall from the double bed as lean legs kicked out and managed to dislodge her from her position of power. "Ow!"
"I told you not to," was the only response that she got, bereft of sympathy and apology, though what should she expect from the woman…she had warned her.
"Yeah, well I didn't think you were gonna go all bucking bronco on me!"
Regina only laughed and Emma heard the shuffling of sheets as the brunette moved into a more comfortable position, a sleep worthy position. "Hey! Little help here?"
"Are you incapable of standing up now dear?"
She tried to, she really did, but she couldn't help the shiver that ran through her at the term of endearment. It was one Regina had used extremely loosely in the past and still did every now and again yet Emma was the only one who received it in such a tone.
The blonde winced as she rose from the ground, one hand massaging the continuous pain running through her ass cheek, that was definitely going to leave a mark.
"You didn't have to kick me off you know"
"And you didn't have to tickle me," Regina shot back without turning or even opening her eyes, "you were forewarned and now you suffer the consequences."
"Yes ma'am," she mock saluted and rolled her eyes, freezing in movement as Regina practically flew into a sitting position, brown eyes burning into the younger woman doing her best impression of a human statue.
"What did you call me?" her tone was deadly and laced with venom as she watched the cogs of Emma's brain working furiously to find her an out, it wasn't working fast enough. "Miss Swan"
"No, Gina…it just slipped out" she shrugged sheepishly as she finally allowed movement in her lean body once more, she knew she wasn't in real trouble, the vein in Regina's head was still absent. When that bad boy came out, it was time to run for the hills and never look back. "I'm sowwy…"
The older woman merely raised an eyebrow at the blonde snaking her way up the bed towards her with puppy dog eyes that made Henry's look tame. "You do not get off that easily," her glare held no malice though, only slight amusement and sheer love for the idiot crawling into her personal space. She made no moved to acknowledge the diminished space even though her mind was working overtime at holding back every instinct to touch the smooth skin available to her.
"You know how much I love you right?" and just like that Emma Swan had turned her world around once more, the playfulness in her eyes replaced with honesty and desire, the desire for the brunette to truly understand just what she meant to the blonde.
It was true, she did know how much Emma loved her, she knew because of the many insignificant little gestures that lovers shared every day. Soft kisses to start the morning off because without them the sun wasn't really warming, lingering hugs because neither wanted to let the other go until it was absolutely necessary, even simple notes letting Regina know where Emma had gone and that she would, in fact, be returning were all so domestic and natural to the blonde yet so completely foreign to a woman who had been without love for so long.
Her hands rose to brush back the unruly curls framing Emma's face so that she could really look at her lover when she spoke, "do you know how much I love you?"
And they both did.