Perched on the edge of her camp bed, Regina waited for Emma to return from brushing her teeth in the river. She had been thinking about their sleeping arrangements for hours now. After having practically spent the entire evening in the blonde's arms, she didn't want to give that up now. She looked down at the camp bed. It was big enough for two, wasn't it?
"It's getting chilly out there," said Emma as she reappeared, zipping up the tent once she was safely inside. "What's wrong?" she asked, seeing the odd expression on Regina's face as she turned the torch on her.
"Nothing!" the brunette quickly assured her. "I…"
"Just spit it out, Regina," smiled Emma. "I promise you whatever it is I'll have heard worse."
"It's going to sound stupid."
"I'm not the brightest Regina. I doubt anything you say will sound stupid to me!"
Making a note to try and stop Emma putting herself down quite so casually, and so often, the brunette decided to go for it. "Would you sleep in my bed tonight?"
Emma's heart melted at the innocent request, accompanied by the most adorable hopeful smile. She realised then, that for all her experience, she had forgotten to fall in love. Before, people were a way to fulfil an urge, to escape and forget everything for a few moments. With Regina, though, she realised she was enjoying every baby step they took. "Of course I will." She chuckled as the brunette quickly scrambled into her sleeping bag. Sliding into her own, she pulled it up to her waist, shuffling over to Regina's camp bed. Easing herself down next to the brunette, she winced at the groan of the frame, protesting at her extra weight. Choosing to ignore the noise, and just deal with the consequences later if the bed collapsed, Emma quickly settled herself on her side, one arm under her head, she placed the torch at the top of the bed where it would illuminate both of them.
"You really are beautiful," she said quietly, taking in the other girl's face in the dim light.
Regina smiled at the compliment, bringing her hand up to stroke over Emma's pale cheek. "So are you. More so then you realise."
"I don't know about that," sighed Emma.
"Trust me, you're gorgeous," said Regina, moving to press their lips together. Pulling back, she let her gaze flicker over the blonde's face. "Kiss me?" she asked. "Properly."
"Regina..." Emma's voice held a hesitancy.
"I'm a big girl, Emma," she said. "And if you don't kiss me and shut me up, I'm just going to keep asking." She grinned when the blonde rolled her eyes before closing the gap between them. To begin with, it was much the same as the other kisses they'd shared, the gentle pressure of lips against lips. Then she felt the blonde's tongue tease at her lower lip, her mouth opening naturally to the request. Feeling the blonde's tongue tease her own, Regina couldn't have stopped the moan that left her mouth at the sensation. She felt Emma's lips quirk up in a smirk against her own.
When breathing finally became an issue, Emma pulled back, relishing the whimper the loss of contact drew from the back of her throat.
"I don't think I ever want you to stop doing that," breathed Regina, causing the blonde to chuckle before willingly doing her best to fulfill her wish.