"I guess this is me," sighed Emma as Regina pulled up outside Mary Margaret's.
"I guess so..." Regina looked glumly up at the house. "Do you need a hand with your things?"
"No I'll be f-" Emma had been about to respond, when she caught sight of the hopeful flicker of a smile on Regina's face. "Actually, a hand would be great." Slipping out of the passenger side, she moved to gather one of her bags from the back seat, Regina on the other side, lifting the other. Walking slowly up the path, Emma walked close to the other girl, letting their shoulder's brush. "I really enjoyed this weekend."
The brunette turned to smile at her. "I did too. And thank you, for not thinking I was pathetic for never having..."
Emma chuckled. "I may think a lot of things about you, but that you are pathetic is definitely not one of them." Coming to the door, she found she wasn't quite ready to give her time with Regina up, and certainly not without a kiss. "Would you mind helping me up to my room?"
Catching the glint in Emma's eye, Regina found herself nodding. "Lead the way."
"Emma! You're home. And just in time for dinner!" smiled Mary Margaret as Emma pushed through the door. "And you have company!" she practically squeaked in excitement as Regina appeared behind her.
"Miss Blanchard, I don't mean to intrude. I'm only helping Emma in with her things," said Regina, years of attending her mother's functions automatically bringing the polite response from her lips.
"That's very kind of you Regina," smiled the pixie haired woman. "It's lovely to see you again."
"Just taking my stuff upstairs, I'll be down for dinner in a few," smiled Emma as she took off for the stairs, Regina quickly trotting behind her to catch up. Once in her room, she ushered Regina in and closed the door. She watched nervously as the brunette took in the sparsely decorated space. It wasn't as if she had brought a lot of things with her. A few leather jackets and the beat up and currently non-running yellow bug sitting in Mary Margaret's driveway were really the only noteworthy possessions she had. The rest was still spilling from the couple of packing boxes she had brought it with her. "Probably not quite what you're used to," she said as she took the bags from the other girl.
"It's very...not you," said Regina, perching on the edge of the double bed that Emma had though such a luxury when she arrived.
Emma shrugged, sitting next to the brunette on the bed. "I haven't been here very long."
"It's all very Mary Margaret," observed Regina.
The blonde nodded. "Yeah, the pink frills aren't really me."
"I didn't think so," smiled Regina. "And please don't make it you. I mean, I'm sure Mary Margaret is lovely, but please, don't become her."
"Not into all the frills and fluff?" chuckled Emma, letting herself fall back on the bed. She grinned when Regina turned to curl into her side.
"I like you as you are," said the brunette, nuzzling into the blonde's neck. She leant up to press a kiss to pink lips. Now she had been kissed once, she found herself craving the blonde's lips more than she ever thought she would. She had a feeling that behaving in public was going to be more of a problem for her than it would be for the blonde. Feeling Emma's arms slide around her waist, she found her body melting into the younger girl's. It was both exciting and frightening to find herself so quickly invested in the blonde, to realise that as little as she knew her, she already trusted her.
"Emma! Dinner is going to get cold!"
Emma groaned at the intrusion into their little moment. "I know as a foster kid I should appreciate when someone cares if my dinner gets cold but..."
Pushing herself to sit up, Regina looked down at the pouting blonde.
"I would ask you to stay for dinner, but I think that might be too much too soon," said Emma, reaching up to stroke Regina's cheek.
The brunette smiled back down at her, placing a hand over the one on her face. "Perhaps just a bit. That being said, I would like to take you to dinner."
"Regina Mills, are you asking me out?" asked Emma, grinning madly.
The brunette blushed, but refused to stumble over her words. She had done enough of that this weekend. She knew what she wanted, so it should be simple to say it. "This weekend was better than I could ever have imagined it being, and if my actions over the past couple of days didn't make it clear, then yes, I would very much like to ask you out."
Emma pushed herself up into a sitting position. "And if my actions over the past couple of days didn't make it clear, then I would very much like to say yes." She grinned when Regina leant in to crush their lips together.
"Emma? Are you coming down or would you like me to cover yours for later?"
Regina pulled back with a chuckle. "If she knew what you were doing up here she'd be hauling you downstairs and kicking me out."
"You know, I actually don't think she would," said Emma honestly.
"Something to keep in mind when we need somewhere to hide away," smiled Regina, leaning in for a final quick kiss before standing. "Now, I really should go before she starts to become suspicious I've murdered you or something."
"Hardly," laughed Emma, following the other girl to her bedroom door. She slid her arms around her waist, pulling her away from the door and back towards her. "Thank you again for this weekend. And I'll see you at school tomorrow?"
Regina smiled as the blonde nuzzled her neck. "You will. I'm sorry we won't be able to do this though."
Emma shook her head. "Don't apologise, just knowing I can and you'll let me is enough."
"How do you do that?" asked Regina, turning in Emma's arms.
"What?"
"Always say the right things?"
Emma laughed. "You are the only person to ever say that about me!" At Regina's frown, she shrugged. "I tend to say all the wrong things at the all the wrong times. I guess you just bring out the best in me."
"I think that last part might be mutual," smiled Regina gently, leaning in to place a kiss to the blonde's nose. "Now I have to go, or I fear I never will." She raised an eyebrow in question as Emma let out a low chuckle.
"Sorry, I don't mean to laugh at you. I just love the way you speak sometimes, like you're out of some fairytale or something. All olde worlde."
Regina shook her head. "I'm hardly out of a fairytale, Emma."
"You can be my princess, if you want?"
The brunette chuckled. "One weekend and you already want me to be your princess?"
"I've wanted that since you first called me Miss Swan."
Regina frowned as she thought back. "That was about two minutes after you arrived," she said aloud when she realised.
Emma blushed. "What can I say?"
"Emma! Are you going to answer me?"
The blonde sighed at the intrusion of Mary Margaret's voice once again. "I'm just coming!" she shouted, before quickly apologising to Regina when she winced at the blonde's voice so loud and so close to her ears.
"I guess that's my cue," said Regina with a small sad smile.
"I guess so," sighed Emma, letting her arms slide form around Regina's waist until she linked their hands. "One more kiss before you go?"
The brunette happily leant in for what became a wonderfully languid kiss. Finally pulling back when breath became an issue, she let out a shaky breath. "Can I pick you up for school tomorrow?"
Emma grinned. "Definitely."
"Then I think I might be able to stand a few hours without you."