~Thirteen Years Ago~

Emma decides to get past her apathy for things the school has to offer she would start a monthly routine of extracurricular exercises. This month's goal is; skateboarding. She's got all she needs to start her learning. And she's actually a bit excited about it all.

Until she kicks first training that is. Because after the first few attempts to just get on board she's deeply regretful. The things is, if there was an award for Worse Skater she'd never have real competition against. The trophy would be hers, no doubts. She sucks at this. However, she's also Emma Swan. A legend through the Stubborn Nation. Giving up isn't an option until there's a serious injury.

There she goes, rolls the board and runs until reaching and jumping on it. She goes for few yards, maybe a couple? And she's down, falling over on her butt and the board rolls alone out the parking lot until it hits someone, or at least the "Ouch!" makes it look like.

She manages to get up, but still not recovered from the disreputable collapse she limp runs to check her victim, "I'm so sorry, I," She has no reaction when finding Regina is crouched making sure her ankle is fine from the rap, "I'm sorry." Is the only thing Emma's to say.

"I don't need your apology."

~Present Time~

Apparently having Henry over once in a while is a thing for Mary Margaret, the boy comes for sleepovers or just to spend the day. And she seems to enjoy his presence as much as he enjoys hers, but now Emma's also been living at the loft and Henry being his mother's son is not a regular guest. "I'm sure it's nothing against you," Mary makes Emma mock her every time she says that.

A few days without seeing Regina's son around, Emma enters the diner to the sight of her sister and Henry having a cheerful conversation about whatever they talk about. She's hesitate to come over, even more as Regina comes from the restroom. But her sister has to be her vibrating wave of morning energy and happiness and call Emma just to include her in their meeting.

"Hey." Emma rumbles without sitting, and is cumbersome with the situation.

Mary on the other hand seems mindless about everything. Was she brainwashed and has no idea of how Regina and Emma should avoid being close to each other? "We were just talking about you!" Mary is over excited and pushes herself to the corner of the booth waiting for her sister to sit and join the trio.

"Hey, Miss Emma." Henry makes her notice him with one of his goofy toothless smiles, and she's just not going to stay there and think of how cute he is. No! She just sits down and thinks of how cute he is.

"Hey, kid." She replies to him and is soon coughed up with haziness.

How should she deal with Regina? For her fluke she doesn't have to decide because Regina for the first time since she's in town has the good manners to greet her properly, "Hi, Miss Swan."

"Hey," she rushes her reply, "Reg-, I mean, Mis- I mean, Mayor Mills." Emma keeps the formality, it's best if she just goes with Regina's ways. "You were saying about me?" She asks her sister after the bumbling words.

"Yes! Regina was just telling me Graham gave Henry a new skateboard with every possible safety equip. But turns out she doesn't know anyone to teach him and that's when I remembered that you mentioned learning to ride it and suggested you'd give him a few classes." Mary makes it sound as the most wonderful idea ever!

That? Well, even if Emma says yes, Regina will never allow her, so she's sympathetic only because she already knows what the other will say, "I'd love too, but I'm not sure Reg- I mean, Mayor Mills will agree with it." She has a sorrow smile ready for the boy, how unfortunate.

"Really?!" He's so excited about the idea. It's almost pitiful it's not happening. So Emma nods and he eyes his mom waiting for her permission.

"You are still on grounded time, remember?" His happiness fades at the remind, "However, if Miss Swan is still in town next weekend, I might allow."

"What?!" Emma snaps.

Really?! Regina is letting her take Henry for freaking skateboarding classes? What is wrong with her?! On top of every other reason, she's seen how Emma used to be awful, the purple smudge she carried on her ankle for weeks is the proof of it. She can't say yes, and Emma can't handle her son alone. For hours.

"Pass by the office so we may schedule the details in case you're available, or just to let me know if you can't."

She just leaves with her son, Regina leaves and Emma is alone with Mary Margaret snapping her fingers to shake her out of confusion, astonishment and possible panic.

"You know I can't actually skateboard, don't you?" She reminds Mary of the unforgettable detail.

Regina leaves the diner and walks Henry to Archie's office. He's been attending therapy for almost half a year now. Since she decided to tell him about the adoption, Henry changed a little, he started growing apart from her and when she doubted mastering the situation by herself, Regina chose to ask for professional assistance.

Once a week Henry goes to his session and once a month she attends with him. They've actually made some progress, but the therapist assures it's best if they attend for a couple more months.

She has to admit the subject of Emma Swan is delicate, although, seems to be the spotlight of their conversations since he met her. Henry appears to have some immediate empathy towards the blonde, he's utterly excited about the promise of skateboarding. For Regina is uncomfortable having to talk about Emma on any circumstances and even more since she knows Emma, and Emma and children don't come together anywhere. Not that she hates children, she simply prefers to keep away from them.

Through the days Henry keeps asking at every chance if Emma will be there to teach him, but Regina doesn't have an answer to that. It still surprises her that Emma is staying more than a couple of days, but as unpredictable as she is, Regina doesn't have the privilege of assurance about her staying in town for much longer.

"But mom why don't you go ask her? It's almost weekend!" He whines having trouble carrying his backpack and lunchbox and refusing when she offers help to carry his little art project. A painting of them at the apple tree she has on the backyard.

"I already told you-" She rushes and catches the board when his small arms aren't enough to hold everything. "She'll let us know when she has the answer."

"What if she already has the answer?"

"Then we will wait for her to contact us."

"Or you could go ask her, I bet she's at Miss Blanchard's," He insists. "She says Emma has lazy mornings and the other day she woke up just because I opened her eyes."

"You what?!"

"Miss Blanchard said I could if she didn't wake up." He shrugs and runs inside the school with the other children arriving.

It should be easy, painless, and quick. She's just going to knock and when Emma answers she'll say the question, get the answer and leave. Simple as that. But when the door is opened she faces Emma wearing a sports bra and tight leggings. Not a drop of sweat on her body, Regina made sure to check for that. She repeats her motto for checking up the blonde until her brain is convinced.

Emma isn't exactly sure about going back in and changing, or just inviting Regina in, or asking how she can help. She half hides behind the door waiting for something to come out of the other woman. But it doesn't. She only sees how Regina's chest moves joining her intense breathing, for a moment she's terrified.

And for another she feels full and soft lips gathering with her own, hands evolving her neck preventing her from moving away. Emma never even thought about parting their lips, without a second thought she reaches back with passion and hunger for Regina. Her pulse isn't under her will anymore, it has its own life and it rushes as Regina opens her mouth giving freeway for their tongues reach each other. At the smallest touch Emma feels the thrill through her body and her hands run from Regina's back to her hips nailing her fingers over the soft silk shirt while pulling her closer. She hears the moan and it's more than she needs to feel the twinge of ecstasy come between her legs.

She steps further inside the loft with small kisses running from Regina's mouth to her neck, she explores the exposed skin with warm licks and small bites before she closes the door behind them, briefly leaving Regina's left hip. Emma tries using the key to lock the door but Regina is impatient, she takes the blonde's hand away from the doorknob gathering their lips again. She bites Emma's lower lip and sucks. She feels the flavour of coffee and even though she hasn't had coffee in half a decade she still finds it undeniably overwhelming coming from Emma's mouth.

Without many obstacles they manage getting to the couch, Emma already left her sneakers behind, and Regina's shirt has only a couple of buttons closed which the blonde takes care of as soon as she lies with Regina on top of her. The dark blue balconette contrasts with Regina's soft slightly tanned skin. Soon they engage in another passionate kiss, Emma moves her thigh against Regina's while the brunette gathers her hands up her head and starts kissing the extension of Emma's body, from her neck until her belly button in a slow motion, she caresses every little piece of skin. It's almost painful to wait for Emma, she can anticipate the leggings slip down her hips with Regina's gentle touch.

"I can't!" Emma's eyes snap open when the weight of Regina's body isn't upon hers, she sees the woman quickly taking and buttoning her shirt and leaving.

Emma just stays at the couch trying to control her breath, and processes what happened. The small droplets of sweat on her forehead dry out before she finally has recovered enough to take a shower. With cold water.