"Why are you fighting so hard for this?" she questioned, her dark eyes scrutinising the blonde before her, "why do you care so much?"
"Why don't you care!?" her voice trembled as she fought to remember that this wasn't her Regina, that the cold mask was the same practically impenetrable defence she had managed to break through not so long ago. "Why aren't you fighting Regina?"
"For what would you have me fight Miss…?"
"Swan…" It was a whisper, a heartbroken plea for her to remember, to feel something at least, "you call me Miss Swan" Something flashed in dark eyes though she couldn't be sure it was recognition. "What would you have me fight for Miss Swan?" She asked again, her voice low though Emma could hear the familiar vulnerability that shrouded the desperately strong woman.
"For the woman that I know is still in there somewhere, beneath whatever curse or spell is stopping you from remembering."
Regina shook her head in frustration, she had been told by many, including a small boy to whom she felt a strange kind of pull, that this wasn't her life, wasn't her and that she had been placed under some sort of 'curse', whatever that meant. "I seriously believe you need to speak to some sort of psychiatrist before you waffle on about your far fetched theories once more. Good day Miss Swan."
Emma's reflexes were quick and as the woman moved to walk away from her, her hand shot out to grasp the soft skin of the brunette's arm in order to pull her back and spin her at the same time.
"What the hell are you-" soft lips cut off her incredulous cries as a wave of warm, cinnamon scented air flooded through the town filling every crevice and waking those from their year long slumber.
Full lips, that had been pressed tightly together upon initial contact, eased up and melded to their rightful position against the blonde's as remembrance flooded through Regina's Emma felt the smile against her mouth she pulled back slightly to see warm chocolate eyes boring into her own.
The brunette brushed her nose against Emma's as her soft hands moved to cup the younger woman's cheeks effectively holding her in place though the blonde certainly wasn't going anywhere, "what took you so long?"
"Oh you know," Emma breathed in reply, revelling in the feel of her love back in arms after far too long apart, "people to see, curses to break" she leaned in to place a tender kiss to waiting lips simply because she could.
"Well aren't you the modern day hero," Regina teased as they moved apart once more, she leaned into the hand that had brushed dark locks behind her ear, her eyes taking in every single feature that she hadn't even been able to remember she missed.
Emma laughed softly, her eyes crinkling with sincerity as she tilted her head and drank in the scent she was surely going to bottle for the extremely rare occasions on which she would allow the brunette out of her sight after today, "I think the term you are looking for is 'saviour'" they were swaying on the spot slightly now as strong arms moved to wrap around a slim waist.
Regina's hand moving so that one trailed around Emma's neck and the other tangled in familiar soft curls. "My mistake," she whispered against thin lips as she leaned in close once more to the woman she loved more than life itself, her true love. "My saviour"