Within time Emma started insisting that Regina should stick around after they finished her lessons, at first she just brought a book and insisted that they did a talk about it, which always ended with them rambling about anything but the book itself. While afterwards she just started bringing food and drinks and they sat and shared and had their talks.

Had been a while since Emma last spoke about her dates, Regina didn't ask either. She was completely fine with not having the subject around. Maybe the blonde finally stepped up to her mother.

"How is it?" Emma carefully asked paying more attention to the bottle of beer on her hands than at the quizzed face Regina made.

"What?"

She guarded a moment of insurance before actually saying what they were talking about this afternoon. "To fall in love."

Regina felt completely uncomfortable with the question, she rarely spoke about any related theme with anyone, "I believe you know it."

"I don't think so," she knew Regina was referring to Neal, "sometimes I think it was just an infatuation, I was young and I just liked being around."

"Then I believe there's no difference from that to what I've known."

"I see everyone is always doing all those amazing acts of love and devotion and I've never done anything for the love of anybody romantically. And I might not have been there, but I've heard of how you fought for Daniel and then Robin. I just never could, never had the will to." Before Regina asked, what about Neal then? She clarified, "when he went away I just let him go and moved on. I kept all the things he left just to remember I shouldn't let myself feel it again and it's been working."

"That's stupid."

"Only one more thing to my list." Emma joked earning a chuckle from Regina.

"You can't forbid yourself to feel it, you can't forget it, can't stop suffering when you lose, there'll always be a void... But sometimes you've got the chance to move on and love again, you can or not take it. It's entirely up to you."

"Did you?"

Internally Regina wanted to say yes, she did. She wanted. She needed. "No, my chances came mostly at wrong times... With the wrong people..."

"I just wanted to have one good date. But I can't help it, even the perfectly nice dates are somehow turned into a disaster." She remembered a bunch of her collections, and for her surprise with them she mostly recorded the comments in which she got to Regina's and talked about them. "What about you? You must have tones of stories about bad dates."

Regina stopped the bottle before it got to her mouth and chuckled at the question and the implication Emma made. "I don't." She announced proud of not having any bad historical dates.

"Then you must have a few?" Emma tried again.

"I don't. I have none." Regina pointed.

"That's impossible, how come you didn't go on any unsuccessful date?"

"Where I come from we don't do dates, we do weddings. We don't get to spend some time together just to know each other, fall in love and marry. We are arranged into an union that could benefit both parties and that's about it. I was set up with a random strange king, who had power, wealth, and status to take the family to the next level."

Emma had to resist the silence, she wanted to say she was sorry about it, about how Regina had to live her life without what she seemed to seek more than anyone. She felt sorry that someone with this huge capacity for love couldn't find someone worth the feeling. But she knew sorry was the last thing anyone would want to hear in her place. So she kept it inside.

Emma Swan was a complete wreck when it came to unexpected happening in her personal life, she hated experiencing those. She avoided them as much as she could, because on a high currency she just ended up making mistakes she'd pass a long long time regretting. She hated being caught on situations she didn't know how to react. So ever since she was a teen she liked to keep herself in a comforter zone of null unexpected situations.

Until Henry came knocking at her door, and all of her standards started changing once she got him back to Storybrook. A town where she learned, later, the important things just come and take you, without warnings or consideration, you just have to adapt and keep going.

Still she hated whenever she was caught off guard. She hated feeling the floor leaving her feet, the words leaving her tongue, the actions leaving her brain. She hated not having a reaction to get out without leaving a trace of her emotions behind.

She hated Regina for making her feel it for one more time, when she just thought life allowed her to have a pretty good routine where she could anticipate her days. And she hated to be sadder than she could measure.

"That's it," the brunette started her words with a friendly smile, and a display of how proud she was for Emma's learning and the accomplishment of her goal in such short amount of time. "I've shown you everything I know, you can go by yourself from now on."

"What? Bu- but I... Can't... Just-" Emma stuttered nonsensically.

"That's it Miss Swan," she explained, "you've learned all I had to teach you."

"There's got to be more!" Emma's unbelief allied with her desperation.

"There is," Regina started gently, "but you already know everything I can teach on a basic and middle basis, you can develop to the advanced ground by yourself."

"That's... Finished, huh?"

Just by then Regina figured why was the blonde so persistent on accepting they were over with this. And the smile forming on Regina's face slowly faded form her lips. She thought that maybe Emma was so unbelievably happy she was finally free from seeing the mayor's face every once in a week that she wanted to make sure before her happiness started showing.

"Yes," she said in a whisper, even if firm, "you and I no longer have a weekly commitment."

The distance was insufferable for Emma, she just wanted to have an excused as solid as she needed to go see Regina. Sometimes she did walk to the mayor's office with lunch or snacks or just black coffee to deliver. However, the woman was usually busy with some meeting that Emma couldn't break just because. Her desire to see the other was not enough reason, not even in her own mind.

They didn't actually have a conversation until she had a meeting with Regina and David about the security of the town, where they discussed goals, methods, budget, and increasing the number of law agents. Emma really expected the meeting to be over earlier so that maybe, just maybe, they could finally have a cup of coffee and exchange some words for a decent amount of time. But when noticed by Regina the repeated movement of the blonde checking the time on her phone she earned nothing but a cold "Do you have to be somewhere else, Miss Swan?".

There was a great deal of thought until Emma actually made something about it, until she found some guts, collected one of her famous leather jackets that she knew Regina loved to hate and walked to her porch with a DVD copy of the Hobbit and pizza.

The door was answered not long after she ring sounded.

"Miss Swan." Regina sounded surprise, but still not unpleasant with the sheriff's presence, which was an accomplishment.

She started giving a fake random excuse, "Hey... I was passing by and-" but she saw no reason to go with it, so she decided to switch to honest mode, "That's a lie, I was at home and Mary is there and things aren't really good at home so I thought why not pay you a visit? I brought The Hobbit!"

Regina was always the one criticizing Emma whenever she argued with her parents because of the things she got into willingly, but when the excuse was mentioned that night, she was glad the blonde did so.

After the first night Emma came by every other for a long while, she finally had a talk with Mary and exchanged the Friday dinners for meeting with Regina and, sometimes, Henry. She'd come by every night around eight to hung around bring movies, games and foods that Regina usually refused to eat but ended up being convinced to try.

Spending time with Regina was much more pleasant than going out with any of the men she ever dated, Emma knew for sure. She liked being with Regina, she enjoyed a lot of things about being with Regina, and she also hated being without the other's company.

So when she first met with the mayor at the diner when she passed for her coffee, Emma changed her routine so she could be there everyday by the same time as the woman. Then she arranged some random excuse for walking with Regina to the office before heading to the station.

Reading one of the magic books she recently got at the library Emma saw an interesting spell to fix her vision, she had gone years without using glasses, but the lens were not giving her the ultimate freedom. So she decided why not use the spell on herself and get ready of her problem?

It was a simple spell, and so she started concentration.

She closed her eyes and the first slight tingling started on her eyes, it felt comfortable, and she started opening her eyes slowly. The blur she found was unusual, she should be able to see the surroundings perfectly.

She remembered then that she didn't remove the lens, and so she went to take them off, only suddenly her eyes started itching more and more. Until it reached an unbearable state and she had to rub. But the rub started causing an intense pain. So with desperation she reached her phone and not being able to see much dialed one of the few number she knew from memory.

"REGINA!" She yelled as soon as the phone was picked up. "REGINA I NEED HELP!"

"What happened?" Regina was concerned immediately, she never heard Emma with such desperation, or screaming like that.

The voice didn't come from the cellphone, and Regina's presence was confirmed when a pair of soft small hands reached to take the object from Emma's ear.

"My eyes! I was trying a spell and I had a problem with my lens, it kinda got into my eye and it hurts like hell, can you get it out?"

Emma internally begged for Regina's magic knowledge be extended enough to solve her problem.

"H-How?" For the first time ever Emma heard Regina stutter, this must be worse than she actually thought. "I'm not a doctor, Miss Swan."

"Can't you use magic? Puff it out?"

Puff it out? Emma should stop thinking that puffing things was a real solution. And search for better terms for the use of magic.

"No, it's too risky, you could get blind."

Emma started blinking her eyes quickly to obtain a vision of the woman standing in front of her, but the action was fast reprimanded.

"Keep it shut, I'll get you to the hospital."

Hospital? Emma hated when she had to attend to hospitals for her own healthy problems, because hospitals usually meant that the pain would not stop for too long, that they would put her into high drugs and she'd be out of herself for longer than she wanted, and from time to time she would suffer, and slowly, really slowly, the pain would get away.

"But it really hurts!" She desperately stated.

"I know, honey, but I can't do anything."

When Regina said honey, she did everything. The use of the word took the thought off the pain for a short amount of time. But she was back to suffering shortly, not without making a note to make a comment about it asap.

And that's what she did when she woke at the hospital and Regina was alone in the room looking to the corridors throughout the glass of the room for something or someone.

"You called me honey." Emma weakly spoke attracting the brown eyes to herself.

Regina eased her search and walked until she was close to the bed with a hint of a smile that wanted to come out but she repressed eagerly.

"It was the middle of a desperate moment." She gave the best excuse she could find at the moment, but for her disgrace wasn't enough to foil Emma.

"I don't care." Emma felt sleepy again, she related it to the use of some drug but still fought to keep awake.

"What does that mean?"

She heard the question, and she wanted to respond, but her battle was lost and her eyes closed again leaving time to say a brief "G'night." Before she was completely taken.

For the next days Emma only passed by granny's when Regina was there to get a good morning or a hello, Regina was not avoiding her but she thought it was best just to keep her distance for some time. She kept running in circles on her mind, What does that mean?, Regina's question still didn't have an answer. She hadn't the littlest idea of what that meant.

Regina, on the other hand, thought that Emma was drove away by her excuse for using an intimate name to call her. She had been a long while without calling anyone but Henry by any similar name. Though, with Emma she found herself doing a lot of things she exclusively used for Henry, and other she only dared to think a long time ago.

Whenever Henry came by she knew he was just there, like she could feel his presence. And so it happened to Emma. Even if she waited until the doorbell announced the visitor, she knew the blonde was just there, about to knock.

The first visit she received after the incident with the spell, Emma took more than Regina could afford to wait, so she simply send everything to space and made known Regina was well aware of the woman on her front door.

"Coming, Miss Swan." She loudly said before reaching and opening the door.

"How'd y'know was me?" Emma asked astonished.

In the middle of her impatience Regina hadn't thought what to say if the question was made, and she knew it would be, that's why she kept wait the previous times Emma came by. "Only one person in the whole town would come to my house on a Friday morning unannounced."

"Oh..." Emma could actually list a number of people who would, hadn't she heard from the Jeova Witnesses? Or the door to door sellers? Or the scouts? But she didn't mentioned any of those.

"What do you want?" A while ago Regina spoke the question whenever Emma came by with impatience of whom just wanted to move on with their day after having such displeased visit. But for a while new the question was spoke with a tone that made Emma feel welcomed.

"See how you're doing?"

Regina knew she was just making an excuse up, and she actually never minded that Emma gave her just about any excuse to be on her doorstep. But the mayor wanted to know the actual reason why Emma Swan was knocking on her door, at least once. She wanted to get to the next stage of this game.

"Come back when you know what you want."

She was about to close the door but Emma's feet got on the way.

"I know it!" Emma practically yelled in a breath. And kept with the same tone, before her courage ran out. "A date!"

"Don't you think you had enough dates for a life time?"

"With you." She snapped.

"What?"

Regina had no idea how to react to this. She didn't have a clue if the woman was joking, or if this was serious, or if it was a test. She just wasn't sure of what meant Emma Swan wanting a date with her. But she had no trouble setting her mind for what she wanted it to mean, what she wanted to believe it was.

"I'll take you out tonight, I'll come by eight sharp to take you."

"I didn't-"

"I know but you didn't need to, there's only one person who comes here every Saturday at eight precisely at morning or at night. And I really need this, want this. So let me take you out, please? Just once, and if you don't like it than we'll stop and I promise not to ask you again."

Emma saw a collection of different smiles coming from Regina's mouth, she saw the sarcastic, the sad, the fake, the politician, the cruel, the motherly, but she never saw any smile as beautiful as the one she got after her beg. It was much more than what she anticipated to get, it was much more than what she asked, hoped. And she loved every tiny bit of it. And she wanted to make a collection out of them.

Regina took a deep breath, "Emma, can you come in for breakfast? Henry would love it. So would I."

"May I?"

Now Emma was the smiling one. She did one of those love fool grins that people get whenever they see, or speak, or just stand close to someone they fall for.

She went inside as usually happened when she came to visit, but Regina's hand on her hips stopped her at the doorstep and there was no time to even blink, because her mouth was taken and her lips gathered with the most soft pair she ever felt. It was a humble touch of lips, where they barely felt each other's, and before they could intensify the contact the moment was interrupted making them share embarrassed smiles when Henry's voice sounded.

"Oh, come on, guys. Did I really have to see that early in the morning?"

A/N: So that's it, were are finished here. Hope that it made actual sense as a piece, joining all the small ideas into a bigger one and all that, cause I was not really sure if it would work until I was done writing. So, thanks for those who read this little piece! I already appreciate you for doing so, but it would be great to have a feed back, so if you have time to leave a review I'd love to know your thoughts, comments, or whatever you've got to say! A thousand thanks again!