A/N: Hello, everyone! I know, I know. I originally had this story marked as 'complete', but–since I'm not a fan of people holding up signs and marching around outside my house–I've decided to give the people what they want. And they wanted more. Thank you to all who commented on this story. Your kind words mean more to me than you know. I hope you guys enjoy! ;)

Beep. Beeep. Beeeep.

Emmett waited anxiously in his car for the woman to pick up her phone. The line had already rung three times, and he was beginning to wonder if Regina had given him a false phone number. Had he been reading the signs all wrong?

"Come on. Pick up, dammit!" he yelled into his lock screen.

"Emmett?" came a confused voice from the other end.

The blonde-haired man fumbled with his phone before pressing it against his ear. "Regina? Thank god you answered!"

"Look, I appreciate you calling and all, but typically guys don't call back until the next morning." Emmett heard the woman yawn.

"I know it's late. And I'm really sorry about this, but I was wondering if we could meet up somewhere. Tonight."

The line fell silent for a moment and Emmett debated asking the woman if she was still there.

"Are you some sort of cereal killer trying to get me and my son?" Regina interrogated the man, her voice unwavering.

"No!" Emmett was quick to shut down. "Not at all!"

"I just got home to a yelling roommate, demanding an explanation why I brought her back a comic book instead of her tampons," he explained.

Emmett heard a relieved sigh from the other end of the line. "Oh, thank god. Yes, of course we should switch back. I'm so sorry. I must've–"

"Don't sweat it. It was my fault for being distracted." Emmett attempted to change the mood of the conversation back to their earlier flirtation.

Minutes later, the two ended their call and Regina fulfilled her promise of texting her home address to Emmett.

As his car approached the lavish-looking mansion, he briefly wondered whether or not he had typed in the correct address. For some reason, the woman he had met back at the store seemed more down to earth than the people he normally associated with these mansion-styled homes.

'Well, here goes nothing,' Emmett raised his hand to knock on the front door only to have it open before him.

"Hi," a little boy greeted him, sporting a large, toothy grin.

"Um…hi, kid. Do you know where I can find your mom?" Emmett asked awkwardly as he slowly moved his arm–which held the boy's comic book–behind his back.

Unaware of the motion, the brown-headed boy bounced on his heels. "Yeah! She said she'd be down in a minute."

Emmett nodded at the boy's response and then shifted his gaze toward the large staircase inside the home, where footsteps could be heard descending the stairs.

When the woman reached the bottom floor and began her walk toward the front door to greet her guest, Emmett was frozen still by the woman's appearance.

Emmett noted that Regina looked just as stunning without make up as she did with the assistance, aside from the fact her eyes didn't stand out as much as before. But, he reasoned, that could've also been due to the fact he had interrupted her sleep with his late-night call.

"Hello again, Emmett," she smiled at him. "Do come in, please."

Emmett opened his mouth to object to the invitation, not wanting to overstay his welcome, but his feet apparently had other plans as he followed the woman into her study.

Closing the door behind them, Regina turned to the man. "I know you just came here for tampons, but I couldn't help but wonder if there was any way I could make your trip over her more…worthwhile."

Emmett shivered at the double meaning behind woman's words. He had fully expected to arrive at the woman's home, make the switch, and be on his merry way without more than a few words exchanged.

"I-I…" the man trailed off, unable to form words.

Regina quirked a brow in amusement as she slowly approached Emmett's standing form.

Reaching down, the woman slowly untied the knot in her bathrobe, but then her movements came to a halt when Emmett's hands stilled her own.

"Stop. We shouldn't do this here. Not when your son's awake," Emmett let out between pants of breath, having become embarrassingly turned on from the woman's actions.

"I sent Henry to bed when you were busy eye fucking me from the doorway," Regina husked into his ear, causing the man to groan in response. "It's just us tonight."

Emmett caught sight of the familiar glimmer in Regina's eyes and then thought to himself, 'What the hell?'

Pulling the woman closer, he captured Regina's lips with his own and they sunk down onto the nearby couch.

Yes, Emmett decided, I'm sure Mary Margaret could wait a little longer for her tampons.