Did anyone order more fluff? Glad everyone is still enjoying this - and I know it may seem like I'm dragging this out with no end in sight, but I promise that's not the case. I have a rough idea of where this is going to end - it's just taking its time getting there!

Regina sat on the grass, delicately perched on Emma's folded sweater, kindly donated to save her skirt from grass stains. Emma, meanwhile, was waist-deep under the car, tinkering.

"How do you even know how to do any of this?" asked Regina leaning down to look under the car, where her girlfriend was currently wedged.

"One of my foster homes. They guy was a nut about restoring old cars. He'd take me out to the garage and let me watch, or even help. I guess I just picked things up," came Emma voice, punctuated by various metallic noises from the car.

"That sounds kind of nice."

Emma emerged from under the car, sitting back and leaning against it, her hair swept back in a messy ponytail and her shirt covered in oil and dirt. A streak of oil also decorated her face, across her left cheek. "It was. I was only with them until the wife got pregnant though. After that, they didn't need me."

"Oh Emma," said Regina, smiling sadly. She came to stand in front of Emma, reaching down to gently wipe the mark from her girlfriend's cheek. "They just didn't realise what they were missing. It's their loss."

Emma shook her head. "They were good people. They wanted a kid, and they got one, and in the mean time, they were good to me." It went unspoken that not all of her foster families were as nice. She smiled up at the brunette. "And now I have you to be good to me."

Regina raised an eyebrow. "You don't think that's expecting a bit much?"

The blonde shook her head once more. "I think it's just the truth."

The older girl smirked. "You're lucky you're cute."

*
"Hello girls!" smiled Mary Margaret as she made her way up the path. She frowned when Emma emerged from under her yellow beetle, streaked in dirt and oil. "Emma, will you please let me buy you a pair of overalls for doing that? I'm not quite sure the washing machine can take much more."

"It's fine! And I always wear the same top and old pair of jeans to do it!" protested the blonde.

The pixie haired woman merely rolled her eyes. "I was thinking we could order pizza tonight?" She chuckled at the whoop of joy from Emma, before turning to the younger brunette, and discovering why she had been cleaning grass stains from so many of Emma's sweaters recently. She briefly wondered if Emma would be so chivalrous were she doing her own washing. "Regina, would you like to stay?"

"I'd love to," Regina replied with a smile. "I'll have to phone my mother though." She reached into her bag, pulling out her cell phone. "I'll call her now, so I can let you know," she said as she stood, stepping to the side of the house.

Turning back to Emma, now leaning against the car, Mary Margaret smiled as she saw the blonde's attention firmly on the younger brunette. "You've been spending a lot of time with her after your date. I take it it went well?" Of course, she had known from Emma's wide grin when she arrived home that night that it had, but she had seen just how nervous the girl had been before it, and had decided to spare her the embarrassment of questioning her about it.

Emma nodded shyly. "She made it really special."

"I'm glad," smiled the older woman. "You deserve it."

Emma kept her gaze low, her cheeks red, as she scuffed her shoe on the driveway. "I don't know about that. She really went the whole nine yards." She finally looked up. "And now it's my turn to try and make my date just as amazing..."

Leaning close, Mary Margaret bumped shoulders with the blonde. "Come on, go and get yourself cleaned up and out of those dirty clothes and I'll order the pizza. Pizza first, planning the world's most amazing teenage date later."

Chuckling, Emma looked over to where Regina was standing. The girl gave her a smile and thumbs up, before rolling her eyes and pointing back at her phone, indicating her mother was going on as usual. "That sounds a lot like a plan, M&M."