As the darkness outside returned like the tide, in a mansion on Mifflin Street, a mortified Sheriff scrambled away from her lover with difficultly, her muscles still trembling from her release.
"I can't believe it happened again." A wide eyed and naked Emma groaned in despair. She drew her knees up into herself on the bed and buried her head in her hands in shame.
Regina regarded her partner with a lazy smile. She slowly drew herself into a sitting position and leaned back against the pillows. Though her heart went out to the hapless blonde, she was still basking in the afterglow of their very recent love making. "Its not the end of the world, Emma."
The blonde just groaned in response, still not looking up.
"Did this never happen with Hook?" Regina asked carefully.
The mess of blonde hair shook from side to side.
Regina allowed herself a satisfied smirk. That would be a 'no' she assumed with no small amount a pleasure.
"Huh...perhaps Captain Guyliner isn't as skilled as he would have everyone and their mother believe." She didn't even bother to hide the smugness in her voice.
Emma finally brought her hands away from her face and shot Regina a look. "You're enjoying this, aren't you!"
The look on Regina's face was answer enough.
"But seriously Regina, is this going to happen every time? Forever?" Worried eyes pleaded for an answer.
Finally taking pity on her Saviour, Regina gathered herself and scooted over to Emma's side. She was pleased to see the blonde relax a little as she brought a hand to the small of the other woman's back and began stroking in gentle circles. With her other hand Regina affectionately tucked a lock of hair behind Emma's ear and contemplated how best to offer comfort. To be fair, it was an interesting 'problem'.
"Well..." Regina began thoughtfully, "Magic is emotion, but it can be controlled and channelled given the proper training. Your powers are still new and they grew very quickly, so its probably just something that will calm down in time."
Emma visibly brightened and a smile broke out of her flushed face. "So what you're saying," she said slowly, "Is that I just need more practice."
Regina was struck not for the first time, by just how beautiful Emma was when she smiled so genuinely, almost shyly. This was a part of Emma that was all hers. That thought must have shown on her fact as she noticed the other woman regarding her with a raised eyebrow and amusement in her green eyes.
Regina smiled, took Emma's hand and guided her back on the bed. Emma willingly complied, her previous embarrassment already fading from her mind as she moved to her previous position above Regina.
"Practice makes perfect, Miss Swan, " Regina purred. Whatever else she might have said was lost as the Saviour leaned down for a passionate kiss
Later that night a third fireworks display exploded above the Mills Mansion with an echoing BOOM. The magic lit up the skies in a shower of fizzing colours. The euphoric explosions clashed and collided in a riot of pinks and purples and must have woken up everyone within a few miles. And as the Sheriff and Mayor of Storybrooke began to sink down into an exhausted and blissful sleep, their last coherent thoughts synchronised perfectly...
"Thank god our son sleeps like the dead."