Hey guys… and gals. I'm so happy to see that there is a pool of love for this story. =) Anyway, I wrote this out in the last two nights, and split it in two so 14 and 15 were one. I hope you enjoy them… if not, blame it on being ill. This is mostly just back story, if I'm being honest. Happy reading!

14.

"Wanna take a walk?" Emma looked over at her chocolate haired lover, her bottom lip stuck way out.

"It's dark," Regina said flatly.

"So? What are you afraid of the dark?"

"No… The boys would be confused if they woke up and I weren't here."

Emma looked down at the two sleeping boys in the floor under where they sat perched on the sofa. She opened her mouth to speak but closed it in defeat.

"What am I, chopped liver?" Robin asked from the kitchen. "Go have a walk. I'm sure you two would like some time together." He walked over to the back of the sofa and bent his head down between the ladies, dropping his voice to a whisper. "Outside of the bed room, that is."

Instantly, heat rushed to the blonde's face. She cleared her throat and quickly looked away. Regina, smiling, took her husband's jaw in her fingers and pulled him a little closer to her face. "You are just jealous of my treasure," she whispered.

He scoffed, waving a hand in the air. "If by treasure, you mean brain wiping orgasms… then yes… I am jealous."

At that, Emma lost it. She began coughing through closed lips, choking on her own breath. Robin got a chuckle out of the whole ordeal. "If you are going to be around for a while, you should probably get used to this." He patted the top of the blonde's head before walking back to the kitchen.

Shaking her head, smile on her face, Regina got to her feet. "I suppose I will need a coat," she said plainly, smoothing the wrinkles from her navy blue skirt.

"Yea, probably," smiled the blonde as she too got to her feet.

"What about you then?" Robin asked, pointing his nose at Emma.

"I have my jacket in the car."

"You know…" He walked a calculating circle around the girl. "I have some brand new clothes that I bought on sale and couldn't return… I bet they would fit you perfectly."

"uh… it's okay," she laughed.

"I have clothes."

"At least take the shirts…" he pleaded. "they are just your style."

For the sake of not arguing about it all night, Emma agreed to take a look at them. Robin practically danced down the hall to retrieve them. After a few silently awkward minutes, he came prancing back into the kitchen, arms loaded with fabric. "I think…" he started, dropping the bundle onto the kitchen table. "That this one… will be perfect for a stroll through town, on this chilly night." He pulled a purple and red checkered, thick flannel from the pile and held it up to her. Before Emma could speak, he went after another option. "But then again… this would make your eyes pop." Extending the teal and brown argyle sweater up to the blonde's face, he studied the contrast of the material with her perfectly green eyes. "You know what…" He shook his head, "take the lot. Put them in your car, take them with you, they are yours."

"Robin… I…" Emma started to protest.

"No no. hush. Take them, they are too small for my rippling man body anyway," he smiled.

Laughing lightly, Emma nodded. "I'll wear the flannel tonight," she said, grabbing up the soft button up. "It looks like it will keep me warm."

The man stood with his hands on his hips as she pulled the shirt on and buttoned it mid-way up her front. He made a circle in the air with his finger, directing her to spin for him. When she made it back around to face him, she noted that he was practically glowing. "I knew it would fit you perfectly." He went to the kitchen and got a bag. He then shoved all the clothes off the table and into it. "Also, darling, I added a pair of jeans in there that you may like… they are designer… enjoy them."

She didn't quite know how to react at this kindness. "Thanks man, seriously," Emma said warmly.

"I figure… if you stay on the boys' good side… you may practically be family, soon enough."

Pink splotches began to saturate the blonde's face. Her nose burned and she could feel a knot beginning to form in her throat. She did her best to swallow it down before attempting to speak again. "Thank you," she said softly.

All the while, Regina stood by the door, arms folded lightly across her chest. She had caught the blonde's change in mood almost instantly. Playing it off coolly, the brunette smiled and pulled her thin black, button up sweater up over her black blouse. When Emma turned toward the door, she saw Regina standing there, looking a little too cheery. "Are you ready, Dear?"

"Um." She cleared her throat. "Yea, let's go."

She did her best to smile but Regina saw through the facade.

#

They walked side by side down the middle of the road until they got to the corner where the coffee shop sat. The air was cool but not uncomfortably so and the sky was dark; stars were almost invisible in town. Regina looked over to the blonde for directional advice, she had no interest in choosing where they were headed.

"Where do you wanna go?" Emma asked.

"Where ever you want to lead me," she smiled.

"Awfully trusting of you..."

"Darling, I have lived in this town for a long time… there is no where you can take me that I won't be able to find my way home if I needed to."

"Let's just go this way… see where the night sky sends us," Emma said, nodding her head down the road.

"That is very romantic of you," Regina said softly, taking a pale hand in her own.

Emma recoiled instantly. "Someone will see."

Taking the blonde's hand once more, Regina closed the space between them to whisper in her ear. "I don't care who sees." She pressed her red painted lips to the woman's cheek before stepping back.

"Remember you said that when you get fired," the blonde mumbled.

"Ha! I would love to see them try!"

Hand in hand, they walked in silence through the mostly deserted streets of the small town. This time, the silence was not as awkward as it so often was. This time, they were silently content with each other's company. For almost an hour, they walked on with no destination. A simple silver sign came up on their right and Regina started cackling.

Wide eyed, Emma stopped in her tracks. "What?"

"We have walked all the way to the other side of town."

"Na-ah." Emma looked around.

"That sign there," she pointed. "Is the entrance to the park… we are out of town."

"Well… Wanna go to the park then?" The blonde smiled.

"It's closed after dark except for when there are events there."

"So?"

"So?! We can get in a lot of trouble for being there. Once that gate is shut, it's considered trespassing to be there." The brunette stood shaking her head slowly.

Emma's grin grew wider. "So? They would have to catch us first."

"Why do I feel like you may have been a juvenile delinquent?" Regina crossed her arms and glared playfully at the woman.

The blonde's smile faltered. "Well… I mean." She looked down, trying to find her words.

"Oh stop. Show me your ways, trouble maker." Regina laughed in an attempt to lighten the situation.

Emma's head shot up. "Yea?!"

"Yea," smiled the brunette. "But if we get arrested… Robin is only bailing me out."

"Deal."

The blonde looked at the low gate as a challenge. She hunkered down and shot Regina a look. "Watch this shit." She sprinted toward the fence; her feet barely touching the ground as she closed the distance. Palm down on the cold metal, she launched her feet into the air, clearing the obstacle with ease. As her feet hit the ground, she spun around to see her lover smiling wide, obviously impressed.

"Well done." Regina clapped her hands slowly as she walked over to the barrier. The fence was slightly lower than chest high on her. Without a world, she ran a hand up the junction where the gate met the stable rod that it was attached to. Flipping the latch, the gate swung open. She smiled as she walked through the opening and closed the barrier it behind her.

"Well… I could have maybe checked that first," Emma said, rubbing her neck.

"Perhaps next time, Miss Swan… you will use your brain."

"I was using my brain," Emma sighed.

"Of course you were."

#

Making their way deep into the park, they pasted jungle gyms and usual playground equipment. When they came to the tree line at the end of the long walkway, they decided to have a seat on a heavy wooden bench near the trees. "So…" Emma started, stretching out.

"So what?"

"I don't know… what do two people who are sleeping together talk about in casual conversation?"

"I suppose they talk about whatever they want to talk about."

"How specific."

"If there is something you want to ask me then I suggest you do it." Regina's tone was playful but still quite serious.

The blonde laid her back against the bench and tilted her head up. She could see stars everywhere. "I don't really have anything specific…"

"Don't you dare… I know there is something bothering you… you may as well go on with it."

Avoiding what was really on her mind, Emma tried a different approach. "I feel like I know hardly anything about you."

A scoff came from beside her. "You know plenty."

"I mean, I do, but all the things we ever talked about… before… could have been learned by spending a few hours around your family…"

"What do you want to know?"

"Just whatever… I want to know you. Ya know?"

"Don't you know me, though?"

"I want to know what made you, you."

"What made me?" She laughed. "My parents made me, I would imagine."

"Okay… tell me about them." Emma said firmly, still looking up at the sky.

"My parents?"

"Yes, your parents. What are they like?"

"Well… they aren't like anything anymore… they both passed many years ago."

"Oh." Emma sighed. She was already beating herself up for it. "Sorry, I just assumed…"

"It's okay, I'll tell you about them, but this all… everything said tonight… has to stay between us." She spoke in a tone so demanding that Emma never questioned her seriousness.

"Okay… I'm good with that."

"Good." Regina looked out over the fairly large swing-set in front of them. "Where do I even start?" she whispered.

The blonde remained quietly focused on one particular star. It flickered wildly in her eyes. Feeling the woman next to her lean forward on the bench, Emma peaked down. Regina was bent forward with her arms resting on either thigh, she wasn't looking at her, so Emma turned back to the sky.

"I suppose I will just give it to you from the beginning…" the brunette sighed. "keep in mind, you too will be giving me your story when I am finished."

At that, Emma tensed up a bit. Her story was not one that was ever really told in full. "kay," she mumbled, urging the woman to go on.

"When I was a child, my parents were great... ish. We lived on a small farm outside of a tiny, tiny, backwards little town… It was like medieval Scotland only in New York. We had horses." Emma noticed the tone of Regina's voice begin to lighten, she remained silent, listening.

"Well… I had a horse and so did my mother. Anyway, we had a beautiful house on a great plot of land… a large garden that we grew all of our food in. We grew everything from what we would eat down to the horse's feed. My Mother, you see, she was the daughter of a miller so she knew how to grow some crops." She chuckled. "Did you ever have a garden?" she asked, looking over to the blonde.

"Um… not really. I mean, I have one now… It's really small. Just some tomatoes and carrots and other root type things but I am just starting it out."

"I'll give you some pointers later," she said, resting her hand on Emma's thigh. The contact sent the blonde rigid at first but she relaxed as Regina's voice began again.

"There was this boy who lived on the next hill over… he used to tend our horses and work the field some... mostly work with the horses though, my father paid him a lot for his work… his family was very poor and my father sort of fancied the boy's work ethic I suppose. Danny… he was my best friend in the whole world. We used to sneak off when no one was around… we would lay in the field while our horses ate the clover around us… we would lay there for hours and talk about the future." Regina sighed heavily and took to staring at the ground.

She pulled her hand from Emma's leg and wrapped it around her chest. "My mother hated him. She always said that we were far too high in society for me to associate with the peasants."

"Peasants eh? What, were you guys like super rich or something?"

"You could say that. My father was a very wealthy man… he came from royalty practically. His marriage to my mother was arranged if that tells you anything."

"Wow. Okay, that's strange."

"Small towns… back then, families married their children into wealthier families in hopes of sharing land or crops... Time kind of forgot that town... everything was a tradition... back then."

"uh-huh. Back then… you act like you're ancient or something."

"Anyway, I wanted to be with Danny but my mother had other plans… She betrothed me to an older man… one of great wealth. His wife had passed the year before I turned sixteen. They had a small daughter together and I was to marry Leo and take care of his daughter."

"did you?!" Emma shot forward and stared at the woman, mouth open in shock.

"I told Danny what was happening, I tried to run away… but Mother caught me before I even got to the property line. She pulled me from my horse and beat me within an inch of my life. She told me that I would ruin her image and destroy her marriage if I did not do as she commanded… 'Disobedient women are unwanted women.'" She sighed. "So, I went back with her and did as I was told. I met Leo and his daughter, they were good people. The day I was to move to his home… my father went to the barn to gather my horse and tack…" She pinched her nose between her fingertips and was silent for a moment, pulling herself together. "He um… Danny was laying in a pile of hay in the back of the barn. He had been gathering my things and fell forward onto a work bench… he was stabbed through the chest by a grapple hook… Had he not have fallen so hard, he would have been okay but his heart was hit by the thing. He was eighteen."

"Oh god." Emma gasped, holding her hand over her mouth. "That is horrible. I am so sorry."

"After that, I married Leo… Lived through my first loveless marriage… Raised Mary the best I could… A few years after we were married, Leo was bit by a viper in the field and died a horrible death. A field hand found him. I ran away from that town, that week."

"You left a kid after her father had just died?!"

"Mary and I… we didn't get along, I know that sounds horrid but... She went to live with a friend's family, they practically adopted her. Which was fine by me… she was almost a teen by then. I moved home for a minute, long enough for my mother to blame me for Leo's death, her decline in social status and things of that nature."

"She sounds lovely."

"Oh, she was a gem. I was home for a few weeks before my mother went absolutely crazy. She attacked me in the living room after dinner one night… It was a fairly usual thing between us but it hit a nerve that time… I just snapped. I accidentally pushed her through a standing mirror, she was unharmed but I couldn't be around her after that. A few nights later, my father saddled my steed in secret and sent me on my way. He only wanted me to be happy and I could not do that with her. He gave me every penny he had saved for my college fund and off I rode into the night."

"Sounds like the start to some Grimm fairytale," the blonde mumbled.

"She came after me, of course but I fled to Europe… Where I met Rumple."

"Who?"

"Sorry," she chuckled. "Mister Gold."

"What the hell kind of name is Rumple?!" Emma laughed.

"Rumplestiltskin, actually."

"Like… The, I'm stealing your first born, Rumplestiltskin?"

"I suppose."

"His parents must have hated him."

"Most people did... Anyway, I met him at University in Scotland where I became his pupil. Come to find out, my mother was an ex of his."

"Small world."

"Oh yes, indeed. His wife has recently died, leaving him to care for their son…"

"Neal was born in Europe?!"

"Yes. As was your friend Jefferson."

"Wait… did you all move over here together?!" Emma turned to look at the brunette. Shock was written all over her face. "How did all of you end up here? I mean, was it planned or something?"

"No, no." She laughed. "I met Robin and Jon, his bear of a brother while taking classes in Nottingham… We met at a club meeting, as you know. I had no idea that he had a son… Roland lived with Jon at the time… it's all very complicated but after graduate school, we back to the states and here we are. Gold moved here chasing after Neal. He met Belle here, as I recall… she was his house keeper… or something of the like. But Jefferson moved here before I did, I never knew him, Belle told me that they went to school together in England, you should talk to him about it. We just all ended up in the same place." She laughed "Very small world indeed."

"So Roland was born over there? That would explain the accent… Robin's too."

"mhm." Regina nodded.

"And your parents? Did they find you?"

"I saw my father shortly after we returned… My mother had grieved herself to death after I left. Not because I left, of course… but because she was no longer the wealthiest woman she knew… I gave every penny of Leo's money to his daughter which put her at the top of the mountain… After Mother passed, my father's health declined rapidly. He died a week after Oliver was born. When I went to see him the day of his passing, he told me that he had never been more proud of anything in his whole life. I stayed with him all night."

"Rough." Emma sighed. She put her arm around the brunette and pulled her close.

"Ah… the past is in the past, Darling. Life is complicated, as I am sure you know."

"I do." The blonde fell silent, holding her lover to her side.

Looking up, Regina nudged the blonde. "I believe that makes it your turn. Tell me all about what made Emma Swan."

"It's not a great story." She shrugged.

"And mine was?"

"Well… I never knew my parents… they gave me up the day I was born."

"You never told me that." Regina's lips fell flat as she turned back to the park.

"I don't tell a lot of people… I mean, August obviously knows, Killian and Ruby know and I mentioned it to Robin last night but that's about it."

"Uh-huh. Speaking of Mister Booth… I haven't seen him around in a while…"

"Yeaaa, August has a tendency to just run away from life when he is bored. He has been all over the word because of it."

"Interesting. Who would have thought that… never mind. Go on, Darling."

"What was I saying?" Emma asked, looking down.

"Abandoned as a newborn."

"Oh, yea. August and I were in the same home in Boston. Apparently he found me as a newborn, lying on the side of a road in Maine. He never told me why he was wandering the streets of Maine as a six or seven year old… but whatever, that's August for you." She laughed. "Him and some older boys split from the group home before I was old enough to even remember that he had been there but I got fostered by four or five different families before I was old enough to know what was happening to me."

"How did you know he was the one who found you if you don't remember?"

"uh… Newspaper clippings about it… he came to find me when I was a teenager, I thought he was crazy but it was true… He tried to take me on a date to where he found me, it was a disaster."

"Why does that not surprise me? So tell me about your homes."

"Eh… nothing too exciting… I wasn't abused or anything… just misunderstood. I was last with an amazing family… in Portland. They didn't get a huge check off of me like they did the younger girls because I was sixteen… So I left, making sure that they got to keep my money so they could better the lives of the others. I lived on the streets for a while… then I got a job busing tables at a dinner."

"Because clearly, underage labor is legal… in Portland."

"Eh, he picked me up off the street… he was a great guy. Actually, the year that I worked there, I lived with Killian and Tee."

"Oh? And how did that work?"

"We lived on a boathouse on the lake… Rent free… I cooked the food… they paid the bills. Don't ask me what any of them did for a living because I don't have a clue. It was the three of us and some weird dude that they called Smee… His name was William, I think. He was killed in a bar fight or something… he sold stolen goods for a living, sneaky little shit got caught."

"Mercy… It sounds like you lived quite dangerously," Regina said hoarsely.

"Anyway, a few years later, I took all the money that I had saved and while I was in town I broke into a car, stole it and took off… Little did I know… Neal would be hiding in the back seat, having also broken into the thing… We hooked up, stole shit from stores… did the usual shit that teens in love do… Then I got caught."

"You got caught?" Regina pulled away and stared at the blonde curiously.

"Oh yea. Fucking Neal set my ass up. I got arrested and got shipped to Phoenix."

"Oh that's classic. No wonder you can't stand him."

"I don't really know that he set me up but… It's my best guess. Anyway, I got my GED in jail and when I got out… My car, that I had stolen… was waiting for me outside… Interestingly enough. I was found by August about a month after I got out and we went to Maine for a while… where I met Ruby. I moved back to Boston and then came to college here."

"Well… that is quite the story, and quite interesting."

"I have always been on the run, honestly. I have never really had a family or even a pet for that matter. I thought I was in love once… and then he got me thrown in prison. I knew that I wasn't into guys from the get go… I was out as bisexual when I was pretty young… I mean no one really asked or anything but I knew that I was. After I met up with August, he helped me figure out who I really was… and that I wasn't really bi and now here I am. Queer as a cucumber, sitting on this bench."

"As a cucumber, you say?" Regina laughed so hard that she was bent clean in half, holding her stomach.

"It's something that Killi used to say when we were younger, sorry." Slowly, Emma began to catch the woman's laughter. Soon, they were both rolling around, laughing like lunatics. After a few minutes of solid cackling, Regina regained her composure. She continued to choke back straggling giggles while she focused her attention to the sky. Emma closed her eyes and laid back against the bench, catching her breath. After a moment, she turned to her bench partner.

"So when did you come out?"

"Out? Darling, I am married… I haven't come out… not really. It is no one's business."

Emma sat up, staring at the woman, all traces of humor were gone. "Seriously?"

"Well… Some people know, obviously… the couples we invite over, Belle and Gold know… and your group of friends, apparently… but that's all."

"hmm. I figured everyone knew."

"No, no. We are quite private about our lives."

"Then why would you just tell me? And Ruby?"

"I have to put faith in someone, don't I?"

Emma was silent.

"Anyway, I knew you had it on for me. I had to know if there was a chance here… and how would I do that if I couldn't proposition you?"

"Good point," mumbled the blonde."But why does it even matter? You have a husband who clearly loves you and you can get laid anytime by any random person… Why me?"

"Ah, the dreaded 'why me' question." She laughed. "Well… You are intelligent… slightly mysterious… I took an interest in you right away. I know an interesting person when I see one. I wanted to know what was so great about sleeping with the Swan... There are many factors that go into 'why you'… I would say we just leave it at 'I want you', and call it a night."

#

Walking back through town, clouds began swirling in the sky. A single raindrop fell down Regina's face. "Oh lovely…" she hissed, wiping the offending droplet from her cheek.

"What?"

Hundreds of cold beads of water began falling from overhead. Both women froze up as the icy liquid cascaded from the sky. Before Regina could speak, they were both fairly drenched. "Rain… obviously," she laughed.

They jogged down the road and ducked under a ledge that was hanging over an alleyway, to catch their breath. Doubled over laughing, the blonde looked up to see Regina leaned against the brick wall to her right. Her head was tilted up, water slowly sliding down her neck. Shoulders flat against the surface; her hips were pushed out slightly, swaying as she moved her feet around. The street lamp across the road poured rays of light into the alley. The light fell on the brunette's skin in ripples, making the water sitting there glow like a million fireflies.

The sight alone made Emma burn with desire. Without thinking, the blonde stood and looked Regina in the eyes. "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." Her voice was low, husky even, she knew what she was doing.

Lifting a brow, the brunette smirked and looked down at the woman. Her eyes sparkled through the rain. "I doubt that, Dear."

Stepping forward, Emma pressed her soaked stomach to Regina's. They both hissed as the now cold fabric touched their skin. "I am dead serious."

Running her hand down the length of Emma's abdomen, the brunette circled around to take a hand full of ass into her palm. "How risky are you willing to be, Miss Swan?"

In response, Emma descended her mouth onto tan flesh. Her tongue swiping away rain water from the brunette's neck, all while firmly pressing her hips into the woman. "You have no idea," whispered the blonde, her hot breath dancing across Regina's skin.

A devilish grin pulled at the brunette's lips as her hands climbed into soaked blonde mats. She pressed the woman closer to her skin as heat began building steadily in her gut. Pushing her hips further against the blonde's, Regina began unbuttoning her sweater with desperate haste.

Quickly bringing her hands to Regina's, Emma forced the woman's arms above her head. "You have obviously never done this before." She laughed. "Clothes stay on. You get what you get. Exposed skin gets you arrested."

The brunette moaned disapprovingly but allowed her hands to remain pinned above her. As she raised her thigh to rest high on the blonde's outer thigh, her water saturated skirt fell heavily at the base of her leg, exposing her lace covered mound that was hiding underneath. She knew that foreplay was not necessary this time; being out where she could be caught, having the blonde all over her body; it got her juices flowing. She was beyond ready and it was obvious.

Through the earthy smell of wet pavement, the musky sweet aroma of Regina's excited heat, hit the blonde's senses. Closing her eyes, nostrils wide, Emma took slow, deep breaths; taking in as much as she could. A not so subtle smile crept upon her face as she gently nibbled at the elder's neck. Fighting a losing battle in her mind, Emma opted to run her hand down the other's sodden core. The result was not surprising.

Taking in a short, damp breath, Regina bucked her hips forward roughly; demanding more solid contact from the blonde. Solid contact, she got.

Wasting no time, the blonde pulled aside the dampened fabric. She ran a single determined finger up the woman's folds, gathering plenty of moister as she went. After a few quick swipes across her rapidly hardening clit, Emma gently pushed herself into the brunette. Her head lulling back against the stones behind her, Regina instantly saw stars. She was lost in a world outside of her usual.

Fighting herself to be silent, she forced a pale hand over her mouth. She ran her warm tongue between the creases of the woman's fingers until she finally took the middle, longest digit between her lips; carefully pulling it into her mouth while wrapping and unwrapping her tongue around it.

The sensation was one Emma was not familiar with. Her stomach did flips as her flesh was being covered by skin and heat and moisture. She lost all control. Every inward thrust hit deeper. Nibbles turned to outright biting. Fluid rushed between her thighs as Regina pulled her in closer, locking her body under a tan leg.

Guttural moans were expelled between suction-releasing pops and the sounds of flesh being assaulted by a greedy tongue. Regina was rapidly coming undone and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Letting the blonde's fingers slide from her lips, she realized very quickly that the hand she had just surrendered had now, a firm grip on her lower back and she was being hoisted up from the ground. She braced her back against the wall, wrapped her now free leg around the blonde and hoped for the best.

The minutes that ticked by were laced with passion and need that neither had quite dealt with before. The moments played out in Regina's mind in snippets, flashes of reality. Light lips gliding over her skin. Blonde hair plastered to her face. Tingly pressure building in her core. The look of intensity and passion in lust darkened eyes. A red painted lip crushed between white teeth as sounds of deep pleasure poured from her mouth.

Lightning lit up the once darkened sky overhead; like fireworks in honor of the brunette's completion. Her release came like rolling thunder. Throwing her arms around Emma's shoulders, she pulled herself forward. The feeling in the pit of her stomach when her eyes linked with the sharp, intensely green eyes of her lover was almost equal to the quivering in her core. A sudden burst of emotion crashed down onto her and the familiar burn of tears began assaulting her.

Slamming her eyes shut, Regina put a wobbly foot on the ground, steadying herself to the best of her ability. Rain continued to roll down her face and body, masking the salty tears that she never fought to contain. Emma pressed her lips to the brunette's as she slowly let her down and carefully withdrew from the woman. She could feel Regina shaking in her arms.

Smirking at a job well done, Emma broke their kiss and stared the woman in the face, awaiting the moment when she could look back into caramel eyes. "Are you okay?" she whispered.

Slowly, Regina's lids cracked open, exposing clearly bloodshot eyes. She smiled warmly and pulled the blonde into a hug. "I'm great Dear," she squeaked.

Emma froze, realizing that the woman was crying. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, no. You didn't hurt me." Regina smiled and flipped her dripping skirt back down to cover her legs.

"Whats wrong, Regina?" She asked, taking the woman's hands.

"There isn't a wrong thing in the whole world right now."

"Then why the crying?"

The brunette sniffled before chuckling lightly, "I can't explain it… but I promise you there is nothing wrong."

Emma looked at the woman skeptically but offered no argument.

"Though," Regina smiled, "we should probably get back home before one of us gets sick."

"Vagina pneumonia!" Emma screamed playfully, grabbing the brunette by the hips and pulling her in close.

Regina laughed while planting a kiss on the blonde. "How horrible."

Looking around, Emma dropped her tone into the best mock-male voice she could muster. "We better get you out of this weather Miss, you have been exposed to the virus."

"Oh dear," Regina said, bringing her fingers to her lips. "Is it serious?"

"We won't know until we can get you inside to do a full examination, Ma'am…" She kept her character well, "But I ask that you remain calm and follow me." Emma led the woman by the hand all the way down the street. They quickly rounded the corner onto the street where their destination was located.

"We are almost there." Emma huffed.

"Oh, you are so brave," Regina swooned at the blonde playfully, allowing the woman to continue pulling her hastily down the road. Emma pushed her chest out and pulled her chin up.

"Just doin my job, Ma'am."