So I wasn't going to publish this until next weekend, but after seeing the picture that the OUAT Facebook page just posted, my SwanQueen feelings took over and I had to. Even if there's not going to be too much SQ sexiness on this chapter... Next chapter will be a super sexy SQ chapter from Emma's POV - because of adsfghjklakjhgfdsadfghjkljhgfdsa.
I'm actually considering on doing chapter with different POVs (just MM and Emma's), I wouldn't neglect either because I actually enjoy writing both of them, but I would feel more free to play with Regina and Emma if I could write on Emma's POV. Either way, let me know your opinion! - let's see how many SQ shippers read this fic.
Other than that, enjoy.
M.
MARY MARGARET'S POV
"Hey!" I said when I saw Emma laying on the couch and watching TV. "How was your day?"
"Exhausting," she pointed out, "Seriously, Regina must be the bossiest person I've ever met,"
That was because Emma couldn't meet herself, I highly doubted that Regina was worse than her. Either way, Emma deserved to be bossed around - after all the bossing Belle, Ruby and I and endured, it was nothing but fair.
"Did you get anything for me?" the blonde asked sitting and facing me.
"Of course, you thought all this was for me?" I said raising the ten shopping bags I was carrying, she clapped excitedly as I walked towards the couch, sat on it and dropped all the bags next to my feet. "So, were do we start?" I asked.
"Pull and Bear!" Emma pointed at the bag, "Zara? OMG," the blonde took all the clothes out, we were used to sharing out clothes, so everything that belong to me was hers as well and everything that belong to her was mine. "Forever 21! You are the best!"
I had spent all the money I took for shopping, which included my and Emma's december allowances. We'd probably have to eat at Granny's everyday or die of starvation. But, whatever, black friday was only once per year.
"I know," I joked. "And, I also know you wanted this so..." I handled her a BCBG bag
"Oh no, you didn't!" Emma jumped from the couch and grabbed the bag. "The peplum dress I wanted!" She exclaimed as she took the red dress out of the bag, we had found it months ago over the internet, but they didn't have our size back then, so we couldn't buy it. "You are the best friend I could have ever wished for!" She jumped over me and hugged me tightly "What did I ever do to deserve you?"
"You're - killing me," I said gasping for air, she realised she was holding to tight so she let me go. After recovering from Emma's hug I reached for a shopping bag that had not particular label "I have something more,"
"More presents?" She tried to see what I had on my hands, "I'm starting to like this of sending you alone for Black friday sales,"
"Ta-da!" I showed her two onesies, one was Mike Wazowski and there other one was Sulley. Emma's face brightened up when she saw the two costumes.
"It's like christmas came early this year!" She yelled grabbing the Sulley onesie. "Common, let's try it on and watch a movie - it can be any of your boring romantic movies, you have earn it."
I rolled my eyes at Emma as she pulled me up from the sofa and dragged me towards my room. I didn't feel like dressing up - I had drove half of the day and then shop the other half. I was so tired I just wanted to drop dead over my bed. Emma, however seemed to have other plans, so much of being exhausted for working with Regina, she pushed me inside the bathroom and started changing on my room. I managed to put my onesie on before I heard a 'ROAR' and turned to see Emma dressed as the fluffy monster from Monster's Inc.
"Mike Wazoski!" she said, perfectly imitating Boo's voice tone. "There are awesome, M!" Emma said before jumping over my back, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.
I walked back into the living room, carrying Emma on my back. When we were in front of the TV, Emma jumped of my back and sat on the couch while I decided to which a movie we would see. I grabbed my favourite one.
"Pride and Prejudice?" Emma rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "But - we watched it two months ago!"
"You said I could pick!" I pointed at her with the DVD box. And when she didn't have anything else to reply, I turned and put the disk inside the player.
The door bell made me look away from the TV when my favourite scene was on: Mr. Darcy stripping off and going into the lake - who on earth dared to interrupt us? Emma paused to movie and looked at me, I knew what her look meant, it meant 'Your turn to open the door,'. I stared back at her, my eyes screaming 'You got to be fucking kidding me.' She rolled her eyes and her eyes expressed 'Dude, I don't feel like standing up,'. You know how is it with best friends: you can have a conversation just by looking each others' eyes.
"We are not home!" she screamed in a last attempt to avoid standing up,
"Too bad," a female voice replied. "We'll have to eat all this muffins without your help then,"
Emma's eyes locked with mine. "Did she just say muffins?" she asked.
"It's Regina," I pointed out, just in case she had not recognised her more-than-friend's voice.
The Sulley-dressed girl stood up and rapidly walked towards the door, leave it to Emma to think with her stomach. I wondered who was with Regina, she had said 'we' not 'I', so she was not alone. A picture popped in my head: David. I lowered my head to see what I was wearing, then I saw what Emma was wearing; definitely not appropriate for having people over, specially the people we liked.
"Emma, no wait!" I said running towards her and extending my arms to pull her backwards, away from the door; but it was too late, she had already opened it.
I froze on the site - my arms still extended. Regina and David stared at us in silence, studying our clothes. Their eyes shifting from Emma, who finally understood why I had tried to stop her, to me. Emma didn't seem to care much, though - she never really cared about others' opinions, sometimes I envied that trait of her personality.
"I didn't know I was dating a person that suffered from Peter Pan syndrome," Regina pointed out.
"I didn't know you two were dating," David added, a confused expression on his face.
"I didn't know there was a syndrome for people that didn't want to grow up," Emma said with a smile that eased the worry that had appeared on Regina's eyes after David's statement. "What I do know is that I'm hungry," she added grabbing the basket that Regina had brought.
Emma walked towards the kitchen with Regina following her close behind, mumbling something about the muffins. I turned to face David, who was watching his sister and best friend's interactions. Maybe he had already made peace with the fact that Emma wanted to be with Regina; probably had happened after I told him that Regina wanted Emma to behave as a grown up, because after all, that's what David wanted as well.
"You make a cute Mike," he pointed out, smiling at me. I felt my cheeks turn red as he and made his way into the house.
I closed the door behind me. Instead of walking towards the kitchen, David walked into the living room and sat on the couch, his arms extended over the top of the furniture he was sitting on. His attention was then captured by the movie we were watching.
"Pride and Prejudice?" David asked staring at Mr. Darcy's frozen image on the TV. "Didn't you watch that like two months ago?"
"Does it really matter?" Emma asked as she entered into the living room, "M likes to watch romantic guys in romantic movies,"
"What is romantic about a guy too blinded by his prejudice that looked down to the girl he loved?" he replied with a question.
I raised an eyebrow. David had definitely seen the movie, or read the book - watching the movie seemed more likely to be true, but no one insults Fitzwilliam Darcy in my presence and gets aways with it. I was about to open my mouth and defend my beloved Mr. Darcy when Emma started talking.
"It's the way he gets over his prejudice," the blonde explained, "He sees over everything he was taught, everything that society thought was right - just because he loved her," Emma glared at Regina. "At the end he follows his heart, regardless of that society and his family might think, and that's what makes him a romantic guy,"
I looked at Emma, too much in shock to be able to make a comment about her observation. Was this the same girl that a while ago had told me not to watch some stupid chick flick movie? Because it really didn't seem like. Emma had a softie side for romantic movies. And I'll take the credit for that - 12 years of making her watch the genre had finally paid off.
"I never pictured you as a romantic person," Regina commented, she also looked surprised.
"What can I say?" Emma replied returning to her usual shallow-self. "I'm a box full of surprises," and winked at Regina.
"I can see that," the brunette replied and fixed her eyes on Emma's onesie. Regina was probably used to see Emma in super sexy outfits that my best friend pulled up just to impress her, so I could bet it was a shock to see Emma dressed as she normally dressed.
"So," Emma's sight shifted from Regina to her brother "Muffins anyone? They are delicious,"
It was too late to eat sugar, we all knew that, but we somehow didn't care. So we walked towards the kitchen and sat around the table. I only have a rule in my house, and Emma learned fast that it was better not to break it. We eat in the kitchen, except on special occasions; no juices, cakes, chips, or anything eatable could be taken out of the kitchen, and only popcorns were allowed to eat in front of the TV. Once Emma decided to eat brownies while she studied so I filled her room with plastic cockroaches. I know it might sound very OCD, but I just didn't like having crumbs all over the place.
"So, are you keeping my friend satisfied?" Emma asked her brother before giving a bite to her muffin. I almost choked with a piece of muffin that I already had in my mouth.
"Emma!" David exclaimed "Please, show some respect!" Her brother said, "At least towards Mary Margaret!"
"Oh, that's not even close to the worst disrespectful thing I've said about her and in front of her," the blonde replied not giving importance to it.
"True," I agreed with Emma, "I think the worst one was when you told my parents that the condom they found in their bathroom's trashcan was mine,"
"I didn't want them to think I had sex on their bed!"
"Oh, you mean you didn't want them to find out the truth?" I teased her.
"You had sex on her parents' bed?" Regina asked. David seemed like he wanted to know the answer but at the same time didn't want to.
"Twice," I replied,
"Actually, tree times," Emma said furrowing her eyebrows.
"When was the third one?"
"When your parents went to Australia..."
"With the Darling boy?" I pointed out, remembering who had been Emma's love interest at the time.
We had just turned 18 when my parents decided to go to Australia and visit my mother's best friend, obviously Emma and I had decided to host a party at my house. It had ended bad, as in people-ended-up-having-their-stomach-pumped-at-the-hospital bad. After that I decided to move out to assure my parents that I'd never organise another party at their house.
"Boys," she corrected me. "John and Michael, I think they are on my top 5," Emma added while she stared into nothingness.
"Seriously, is there anybody in Storybrooke who you haven't have sex with, or at least kissed?" Regina teased her girlfriend. I wondered if beneath all her controlled appearance she was a little bit jealous.
"Well," Emma seemed to think about it, tapping her index finger against her lips. I raised my hand. "Yes, Mary Margaret - and David," she stared at her brother. "And Belle,"
"You kissed Belle on a Truth or Dare game," I pointed out, "The one when Ruby, her, you and I were arrested for underage drinking,"
"Right," she nodded, remembering the day, "I stand corrected then, only Mary Margaret and David,"
David and Regina stared at each other, probably wondering if Emma and I were speaking the truth or just messing around with them. But it was the truth, everyone above 20 and below 30 had been at least kissed by Emma, it didn't mean she had been interested in, or had ended up doing the no-pants dance with them. Most of the kisses where on games, just like Belle's. Still, she had an interesting record.
"Wait a minute!" David said after a moment of silence. "You didn't mention Graham,"
"Ah - yeah," suddenly Emma found her hands fascinating, "We - "
"You slept with Graham?!" Regina asked shocked.
When Emma didn't reply they both turned to me, waiting for me to give them the information. Even though I was pretty sure that Emma had made it rather obvious with her silence. I pursed my lips into a nervous smile.
"We were very drunk," Emma pointed out as if it would made the whole situation better. "And it was just a blow job, we stopped before things went too far,"
That last statement was a matter of perspective. A blow job for Emma was normal, for me it was too far. And the green colour on David's face suggested that it was too far for him as well.
"I think I'm going to throw up," he said standing up and walked towards the bathroom.
Emma and I followed David with our gazes until he closed the bathroom's door behind him. Then we stared at Regina, who's look was lost in the kitchen table.
"I need some air," Regina added and walked towards the window.
I peeled my eyes at Emma, who was biting a muffin as if nothing had happened. When she realised I had my eyes on her, she shrugged, asking me what was wrong. I moved my head, pointing at Regina with it - she was still looking through the window.
"Should I go and talk to her?" Emma asked as if it was not obvious, I shoot a glare at her and raised an eyebrow. "Ok, ok - no need to get all bitchy," she stood up, "You go and see if my brother needs some help."
See? Bossy Emma, always giving orders.
"Sure, I'll see if he needs something,"
I walked towards the bathroom and knocked on the door. David opened it moments later and let me in, his face was wet from washing it and he had done a mess around the sink, but at least the bathroom didn't smell like vomit. I sat on the border of the bath-tube, he put the toilet seat down and sat on it.
"Are you ok?" I asked after a while.
"I just can't believe -" David kept quiet "Graham, of all the people! He was supposed to be my friend!"
David looked pissed, but at least he was not angry at Emma because I was too tired of the Nolan sibling fights. "They were really drunk," I explained "He felt really bad after that,"
"He should have!" he clenched his fists "She's my baby sister!"
I placed my hands over his fists and felt them relax at my touch. "She's not your baby sister anymore, David, you have to understand that she's a grown up woman now,"
"But he's my best friend!"
"Regina is also your best friend," I pointed out, not knowing if the comparison will be productive or not.
"But Emma didn't give Regina a blow job when she was drunk!"
A 'nah, just a heated kiss,' echoed in my mind but I decided to shut up, after all the man had a point.
"Let's get out of here?" David asked me.
I checked my watch. It was nearly midnight and I was exhausted. But David had a troubled look in his eyes; he definitely needed a walk, and I couldn't help but to feel a necessity to make him feel better, so I squished his hands one more time and stood up "Sure, where do you want to go?"
"Anywhere but here,"
I smiled at him. "I know the perfect place then,"