I'm thinking of changing the rating to M, because I can write the next chapter either way. Let me know if that is something you would want.

Regina left Henry's door cracked open, and Emma, standing awkwardly in the hall, wasn't really sure what to do. She had her eyes glued to the ground, fidgeting with her hands, until the brunette took her chin between thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look up. She kissed her lightly and before Emma could respond, the lips were gone. "If you don't want to stay, you don't have to Emma." Their fingers laced together naturally and the blonde knew there was no where she'd rather be. "Of course I'll stay." They both smiled brightly. "Would you like a drink, Miss Swan?" Emma rolled her eyes at the formal address but nodded, allowing the mayor to lead her down stairs, still hand in hand. It felt like déjà vu, the last time they were in this room she had plucked up the courage to kiss Regina, a decision she could never regret, no matter how this turned out. Emma couldn't help the small smile on her face as her fingertips traced her lips. Regina grabbed a decanter of scotch, two glasses, and a light blanket from the back of the couch, to set up a spot on the porch. Definitely déjà vu.
Emma felt a sense of nostalgia, sitting on the front steps with Regina. Though she was glad for the change in there relationship. It was much nicer to share the blanket with her, than to sit awkwardly next to her. "Regina?" Emma looked over to find her searching through the garden bed. "What on earth…" Her face was scrunched in confusion.
"Ah-ha!" And with that the brunette produced an old packet of cigarettes. "A smoke, sheriff? I won't tell anyone, I promise." Though it was a habit she kicked long ago, Emma couldn't see the harm. "Sure." The match lit up their faces in the dark of night. Taking a drag, Emma calmed her nerves completely, focusing on her breathing. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. "Regina, I want to ask you something. I don't want to make a big deal out of it, and it's ok if you don't want to. I mean I don't want to put it out to the public. I don't really want to tell anyone yet…" She was rambling.
"Emma, please cut to the chase." Regina cut in with a smirk on her face.
"Right, sorry. I was- I was just wondering if, I don't know, maybe you wanted to go on a date." It came flying out of the blonde's mouth so fast Regina nearly missed it.
Regina decided to play coy. "Sorry? I didn't quite hear that." Emma rolled her eyes and it only made the mayor's smile bigger.
"Do you want to go on a date with me?" She mumbled.
"Really dear, you are going to have to speak up?"
She huffed, becoming frustrated, "I said; do… you… want to… go on… a date… with me!?" Regina chuckled and couldn't help but find Emma so cute when she is frustrated. The older woman bit her bottom lip, leaned forward and kissed her sheriff; it was her answer in not so many words. "So… can I take that as a yes?" Emma grinned.
"Oh shut up."

Both women were yawing on the porch, drinks forgotten and fatigue setting in. Emma broke the comfortable silence, "It's nearly 2am, I should really..." she didn't want to finish the sentence, she didn't want this night to end and looking into Regina's eyes, she could tell the brunette felt the same. "Yes you should... Or... Or you could come up?" Emma took the hand that was offered to her and trailed behind Regina back into the house. As the two slowly ascended the stairs Emma couldn't stop her heart from beating in her ears, her throat was dry and her palms sweaty. Regina clicked the bedroom door shut behind them and the blonde immediately felt out of place; stuck out like a sore thumb. The older woman noticed her fidgeting and placed a reassuring hand on her arm. Emma smiled half heartedly, unable to shake the feeling that she didn't belong in Regina's life. Linking their hands the brunette lead them to the grand bed, pulling back the covers and sitting with her legs tucked under her. Emma sat crossed legged facing Regina, still holding her hand, tracing the lines in her palm. "Are you planning on telling my future, sheriff?" The mayor smirked, raising an eye brow.
"Well, Madam Mayor," Emma narrowed her eyes, obviously a little more confident and relaxed, exactly what Regina was aiming for. "your head line is straight, so you think about things realistically. It's also quite deep, which means you're a clear and focused thinker." Seemingly impressed the brunette urged her on. "Your life line has a break in it, indicating a change in lifestyle."
"Well, I'd say you're quite a change, Miss Swan." Green eyes stared into brown as the mayor smirked and once again urged Emma to continue.
"Love line," the blonde smirked, tired of beating around the bush, tired of waiting, tired of thinking about the consequences.
"Yes?" Clearly impatient herself.
"Your love line is curved, which shows that a blonde is sitting on your bed and absolutely desperate to kiss you."

Give me a shout if you want it to be rated M or not, I can skip details.