Prompt: Emma comes knocking on Regina's door after last night's ep and finds her with Hood thinking she's been replaced.
Asked by: alexm13love
"Emma, maybe now's not the right time…" her mother began as she pulled back from the blonde, "it's late plus…well, what are we going to tell Henry if he wakes up? He doesn't know any of us"
She knew what was happening, they were stalling her…but why? "Look, he thinks I'm on a case, he thinks Hook's my client and that I'm scoping out a perp…you can be my cover family…well, you're my real family but…oh you guys know what I mean" she waved her hands in frustration, "just give him some cocoa and put him in front of the TV, he won't even know I'm gone."
"But Emma-"
"Hey," she stopped Snow mid-speech, "I know you don't like it," she spoke gently but quickly, she needed to go, "but you're just going to have to deal with it…for me" and with that she was gone. In her rush to get out the door she didn't see the concerned look her parent's shared behind her, maybe then she would have listened to what they had to say.
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She'd briefly explained to Hook where she was going and what to do should Henry wake up, he seemed just as anxious about her leaving as her parent's had…but then again he did believe himself to be her true love, poor guy.
The walk was refreshing, the cold night air just as biting and comforting to her as it always had been. She was home, back with the people she loved and who loved her in return…well almost…
Her heart was beating frantically in her chest as she neared the one place she never thought she would have found family until she'd lost it…the tall hedges were still meticulously trimmed and framed the gardens of the property, the Mills household…Regina's place.
Her heeled boots echoed through the quiet night, the creaking of the gate as she pushed it open almost trying to warn her to turn back, to go home and wait for the light of day to do anything more…but she didn't, she kept walking, hope burning brightly in her battered heart as she neared the front door, the golden numbers like a beacon of light guiding her way as she stepped up onto the porch.
She hadn't considered the time of night, would the brunette be sleeping? But surely knowing her son was safe and home was worth losing a few hours over? And perhaps…perhaps knowing Emma was home could also be worthy of such a thing?
It was the addition of a golden glow of light that had the blonde moving away from the door and towards the only sign of life in the silent home, her steps were light so as not to alert Regina to her presence too early, it wouldn't do to give the woman a heart attack…or to be fire balled on her first night back.
Her heart skipped in her chest as she inched closer to the window, the brunette stood looking out, a glass of red wine in her hand and a soft glow about her features, she looked breathtaking…she looked serene. Emma had never seen the woman looking so relaxed, so…happy…
She hadn't realized just how much she was staring until something strange happened, a pair of hands seemed to trail around the woman's waist until the settled around her, fingers interlacing together to hold her in place…Emma waited for the backlash, for a trademark scowl, for anything…anything other than a widening smile as one manicured hand came down to rest over the pair around her. Her thumb instantly began rubbing over knuckles that were most definitely masculine and if the sheer sight of them didn't convince the blonde then the appearance of a very manly head on Regina's shoulder certainly did.
She watched in horror, lips parted in shock as the brunette allowed her own head to fall to the side in order to rest her temple against the side of the man's face, neither looking away from the starry night sky as they held one another in the moon's glow.
Tears instantly pooled in her eyes as she watched Regina's crimson painted lips moving in speech, the smile on her mouth making it impossible to work out what she was saying but soon enough she was being turned in the embrace so that she was facing the intruder…intruding on Emma's rightful position and life…and lips apparently. A whimper escaped her throat as she watched big hands move to tangle in the brunette hair she knew to be soft and pull Regina's lips to move against his own. It was soft, sweet, tender and familiar it seemed…it wasn't a first kiss or even a second, they knew how to move with one another, knew what the other liked apparently if Regina's arms trailing up his neck to pull her closer was anything to go by.
As her head tilted and the kiss deepened, Emma had to look away…how could she have done this? Was what they had real at all?
She felt sick to her stomach, her first thought upon regaining her memories had been coming back to Regina…coming home to Regina…but there was another there, another holding the woman she loved, another touching her and sleeping beside her…another loving her as Emma only wished she could.
With one last mournful glance at the white mansion she moved back out into the street, her chest constricting painfully as her lungs heaved for air, her heart breaking with every flash of the pair behind her eyes. So lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice the shrouded figure standing hidden within the shadows, a hand fiddling with the pendant around her neck, a wicked smile painting her sharp features as she heard the sorrowful cries of the soul trapped within, the Savior was broken, the Queen was captive, this was going to be fun.