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"You wanna coming round mine tonight, or are you too married?" Robin says mockingly as him and Killian sit, having lunch.

"Actually, Emma just called and wants to take me to dinner which is sweet."

"Very sweet." He teases.

"Yeah."

"Blow her off. Come round mine for pizza."

Killian gives his friend a warning look.

Robin contiunes, "Really, no, I want you to meet the Italian girl that delivers it."

"What about that cider girl, Regina? I thought you had plans there." Killian says playfully.

"She is my special project."

"She's gay."

"I'm a cure for lesbianism."

"No, you're a deeply shallow man."

"Yes, I am."

"When's it gonna stop?"

"Never, I hope."

"Oh, god."

"Really, though, you know, I'm 29 years old."

"You're 31." Killian rebukes.

"Precisely my point. I'm getting older. And I see you, I see what you've got with Emma. I can see that stability and the trust, and permanence. And I think...'God, I'm glad I'm not you.' "

"Actually things don't feel totally 100% stable at the moment."

"You got trouble in paradise?" Robin says mockingly.

"No, no, no. How could there be? We only just got married. That's all it... All it is, isn't it?"

Killian's eyes turn somber as he tries to figure out what is wrong with his marriage.

"Hi."

"No, no, you're not happy to see me. You can't. I don't want you to be happy to see me." Emma says as she walks into Regina's shop.

"Okay." Regina says confused.

"Okay."

"So, I'm here because I don't know what's going on." Emma says as she stares at her hands.

"I don't-"

"You make me feel something. Something I absolutely cannot feel. I'm married. I'm married I have a husband, this man that I... This awesome guy. He's done nothing wrong."

"Okay, so do you see?" Emma continues, "You have to see. I can't do this. I can't actually do this. So whatever it is or was, it's got to stop, and it's got to stop now. Do you understand? It's over."

Regina looks at Emma completely perplexed, as suddenly Emma cups Regina's face and kisses her passionately.

Their kiss was soft and delicate at first, their lips complimenting each other's. Then suddenly every nerve in Emma's body felt like it was on fire, burning endlessly and wanting more. Regina craved Emma, and it was showed through their kiss. Emma was like oxygen for Regina, would hungered to devour her whole.

The two women stopped to catch their breaths and then went back to kissing. Emma could feel her lips becoming inflamed and swollen from the aggressive kisses that they shared. But Emma cared to little for her own well being at that moment, all she wanted was Regina, and Regina was more than willing to oblige.

Their hands traveled up and down each other's body, desperate to explore every inch of each other.

The couple falls on the apple crates, not caring where they are but just wanting to devour each other at that moment.

"Ow!" Regina yells.

"What, what?" Emma says concerned.

"Apple crates and my butt don't agree with each other!" Regina says breathlessly as she laughs.

"I'm sorry." Emma says while laughing.

Both women lay on the crates, laughing, smiling and kissing, forgetting everything around them and embracing their own little bliss.

The shop door opens and the women can hear someone come in.

"It's another customer." Regina says as she gives Emma another kiss, "I'll be right back."

They both giggle, feeling like lovesick teenagers

"Hello? Regina? Regina, you in the back?" Killian says as they hear his footsteps coming closer.

Suddenly Emma's smile fades into guilt, as she grips her legs and hangs her head low.

"Don't come in, Killian, I... I was stock taking. You know, counting the-" Regina struggles to make up an excuse.

"Hey." Regina says, trying her best to fake a smile.

"Hey, yourself."

"What do you want, Killian?"

"Buy some cider. What else?"

"Cider, of course." Regina says embarrassed as she quickly grabs a bottle and begins to wrap it.

"Not for me, for my wife, Emma. Recently, she's just been a bit... I don't know."

"Yeah."

"So, did you enjoy the football game the other night?"

"It was an experience." Regina says chuckling as she remembers the night so vividly.

"How was Emma?"

"Fine. I mean, I wouldn't-"

"Fine? I don't suppose she...No. Well I was just wondering if she said anything about me or I just think I'm doing something wrong, is all. I mean, that's what I think. And if she said what it is that I'm doing, or not doing, then I can stop it. Or start, or whatever, you see. And then we can get back to being like before.

Regina's head hangs in guilt, "She didn't say anything."

"No. And I've embarrassed you. And myself, which is normal, very normal." Killian says as he resembles a kicked puppy.

Regina hands Killian the apple cider bottle, the hardest she's ever made. She knows he is going to need it for the days ahead of him.

"This is great. How much do I-"

"No, it's on the house."

"Thanks." Killian says as he gives her a small smile.

"You should ask her, you know. Not me."

"But you see, I can't ask Emma if there's anything wrong. I mean, that's way too scary."

"Why?"

Killian pauses a moment thinking about the question, "What if there is?"

And with that Killian leaves the shop, and leaves Regina with a guilty conscious.