In the weeks that followed Regina and Emma began to spend more and more time together. It was not an unusual sight to see Emma's Bug parked out from of the mansion while she tended the yard, brought in groceries, or playing in the yard with Henry. Regina became the score keeper, and often the referee, for their impromptu games, enjoying the dramatics both put on when a call was made against them.
Dinners went from quiet and reserved, to boisterous and joyful events, the retelling of their days often animated with gestures and voices. The clean-up after the meals was always done together, whether Henry joined them or not, and Emma was learning to truly appreciate wine, and especially the different years of Regina's cider.
They spent most evening discussing random topics, ranging from pop music and culture when Regina had first arrived, to art history, (a surprising passion of the former bounty hunter), to their favourite movies, and more. It was one of such nights, when Emma had enjoyed several glasses of her 17th batch, when Regina found she did not want to part with Emma quite yet.
So when the blonde stood, mention that she would have to leave her car there, again, as she had often begun to do, Regina didn't hesitate before opening her mouth. "Stay?"
With a sheepish smile and a blush to her cheeks, Regina directed Emma up to the guest room, letting her know where the towels were, and a spare toothbrush. When the question was posed as to how Regina had been getting up to her room at night, it was with great reluctance that she admitted she had been sleeping on the couch, rather than traverse the stairs twice each day.
Not expecting that Emma would react so quickly, Regina let out a surprised squeak as she was quickly carried up to the top floor. With a timid nod, Emma quickly moved to the bedroom, gently placing her on the bed. Quickly walking away, mumbled wishes for sweet dreams were heard as the door closed behind the Saviour, her Saviour.