A/N: I don't normally incorporate music into stories. But, I listened to the music I referenced while writing, finding it added a bit of feeling to the story. So, I totally recommend listening to Pitbull and Neyo's "Give me Everything" and Usher's "Without You" in their respective places. You can pull them up on the y-tube using the following links
Ruby's Party Music: y-tube main address/watch?v=EPo5wWmKEaI&ob=av2e
David and Mary Margaret's/Regina and Emma's Dance Music: y-tube main address/watch?v=jUe8uoKdHao
Enjoy the story either way!
Chapter 9
Emma walked through the door of her apartment Friday evening, garment bag in hand. Finding a suitable dress for the Mayor's party had been a bit more difficult than she had anticipated. Ruby's definition of 'hot' had varied a little from Emma's, and only after a few days had the blonde finally convinced Ruby that a formal event was not the venue for an outfit befitting a belly dancer. Ultimately, though, her consultations with the redhead had been productive, and Emma was confident her chosen ensemble would please the Mayor.
"You won't believe this," said an incredulous Mary Margaret as Emma walked in. The teacher was staring at a card in her hand, her eyes scanning back and forth over the words written there.
"Is everything okay? What is it?" said Emma, unsure whether her roommate's surprise was a reaction to good or bad news.
"I got an invitation… from Mayor Mills… to her party," said the brunette, quietly.
"Um, isn't every public employee supposed to get one?" asked Emma, now entirely confused.
"Every employee the Mayor doesn't hate, yes," said Mary Margaret, explaining further. "I've never understood why, but Regina has always disliked me. It hasn't bothered me, really, because Regina's not the sort of woman I'd try to be friends with, but… this is the first time I've ever been included in one of her events. Honestly, I'm a little wary. Why would she all of a sudden decide I'm worthy to attend?" she asked aloud, with a chuckle and dash of sarcasm.
Emma threw her garment bag over the couch. She had never known any animosity existed between her roommate and the Mayor, or at least, any more animosity than Regina normally felt toward most people.
"I didn't know you two had issues. Do you think it's because you're Henry's teacher and she just wanted to avoid any possible conflicts there?" suggested Emma, desperately hypothesizing a justification for the Mayor's sentiment. The idea of Regina disliking Mary Margaret was unsettling.
"I haven't been Henry's teacher forever. I honestly can't remember her ever being more than civil to me." She paused in reflection. "But you know what? I think everyone can change, and I'm certainly not going to sit at home when there's a fabulous party in town. Maybe, I should have a more open mind about her…" she said, awaiting a response from Emma.
"Well, I think she's definitely become less… scary… over the past couple of weeks. I mean, most of the town is murmuring about it. I'm not sure what's up, but I… am definitely a fan. God knows I used to be a complete mess. Sometimes it just takes a good knock in the head to set you straight," said Emma, her voice trailing off as her mind flashed back to her and Regina's fight at the graveyard.
Mary Margaret stared at Emma, her hand dropping to her side. A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
"Emma," she prompted.
"Huh?" responded a now less distracted blonde.
Mary Margaret kept silent for a few seconds, and leaned against the countertop, folding her arms.
"…You… wouldn't have anything to do with this would you?"
Emma stared back at the brunette, a thousand words swarming through her head, buzzing loudly and cluttering her brain. She couldn't find a proper response. Her mouth opened and closed like a nutcracker's. Mary Margaret gasped.
"Oh. My. God. Emma…you have done something. Did you threaten her or something? You know that woman is dangerous, and I think you should be really careful if you're going to continue – "
"It's not like that," interrupted Emma, the buzzing drones now flying downward, into her stomach. She took a deep breath and stared up at the rustic ceiling. Did she even have a right to tell Mary Margaret about her, dare she say, relationship with Regina? Emma exhaled through puffed cheeks and looped her thumbs around her belt loops.
"Mary Margaret, ever since I showed up in Storybrooke, you've been this … support… for me. And I don't know if your heart is just that good or if you felt some connection with me, but… either way, you're a big reason I'm still here. And… I feel like I can trust you and be honest with you, and, there's something I want to say, but I'm not sure how you'll react. I've never really given a shit about what people think, but your opinion is different, and…" Emma rambled.
"Okay, Emma. Stop." Mary Margaret approached her, and grabbed her arm lightly, giving it a supportive squeeze. "You're safe with me, you know that. We've both gone through a lot together over the past month or so, and I'm here for you no matter what," she said sweetly.
Emma could not control her breathing. Her pulse deafened her. Gravity pressed her into the floorboards.
"Now or never, Swan," she said internally.
"I'm seeing Regina," she said, more confidently than she had expected. Her eyes shifted from the wooden floor to Mary Margaret's face.
"You're…seeing… the Mayor," said the teacher, emphasizing the verb, trying to interpret the admission properly. "Oh, my god, you and Mayor Mills are seeing each other, as in … seeing each other?"
"Well, we're doing more than looking at each other…" said Emma, raising her eyebrows and looking away.
Mary Margaret laughed. "I'm sorry, Emma, it's not really funny. I just… never in a hundred years would I expect this."
"Tell me about it," said Emma, a little more comfortable now that Mary Margaret hadn't fainted or asked for a paper bag.
"Okay, you have to tell me everything. When did this start?" asked an eager-to-know roommate. Before Emma could speak, Mary Margaret threw up her right hand. "Wait! Oh my god, it was never about Graham, was it? Wow, I was such an idiot! It has been Regina all along, hasn't it?" she asked.
Emma bit her lip and nodded. "Yep"
Mary Margaret laughed again. "Emma Swan, you have absolutely made my day. Nothing exciting ever really happens here. And you come along and sweep our unpleasant, brooding Mayor off her feet? Does anyone else know?" she asked the last question in a serious tone.
"Well I haven't swept anything. Yet. And, no one else knows, and I'd like to keep it that way. I just had to tell someone, and I wanted it to be you," said Emma sweetly. "I know it doesn't make a lot of sense, but it just happened and I haven't been this excited in forever. I'm really happy, Mary Margaret. And I'm also super scared. All my relationships have sucked, which has been fine because I wasn't really too invested in them, but this is different. I have no idea what I'm doing," confessed Emma.
"Does anyone ever?" asked Mary Margaret, smiling.
"So, let's see the dress," she continued, eyeing the bag on the couch. "I bet Regina won't know what to do with herself when we walk in."
"We?" asked Emma, amused.
"Yes. We're going together," she smiled excitedly. "Do you think David will be there?"she asked more quietly.
"I… don't know. He has been MIA since leaving Kathryn. But…" Emma grabbed Mary Margaret's hand reassuringly. "if he were to see the guest list, I bet he'd show," she said confidently.
The brunette inhaled sharply and smiled. "Let's see that dress," she repeated, clearly nervous and excited all at once.
…
Emma Swan's black heels clicked against the sidewalk. With every stride her toned legs stretched the fabric of her tight, red dress. The hem stopped just below mid-thigh, revealing enough skin to make obvious she was open to flirtation. The garment fit her to a T, clinging to her sculpted torso and behind, and its scooped neck revealed a hint of her cleavage. Her perfectly rounded shoulders were emphasized by the straps of the dress which, depending on her position, were sometimes obscured by her styled hair. After tonight, there wasn't a soul in Storybrooke that would say the deputy's body was anything but perfect.
Mary Margaret opted for a less revealing, blue cocktail dress that flared out slightly at the bottom. The short cut of the dress mixed perfectly with her short hairstyle to reflect her bubbly, sweet personality. Both she and Emma were confident in their appearance, but were anxious over the party's guests. Would Regina swoon? Would David show?
"I'm glad we walked," said Emma as she and Mary Margaret approached the Mayor's home. Cars lined the street as far as they could see. "Do this many people always show up for this party?"
"Since when has an invitation from the Mayor ever really been an invitation," Mary Margaret said lightly.
"Hmm. Good point," said Emma, as they climbed the steps to the front door. Soft music emanated from the home and the chattering of what seemed like 50 conversations bubbled out from slightly ajar windows. This was not Emma's scene. A stuffy party with boring music and foreign finger foods was only worth attending if a certain brunette Mayor was host. She hoped the after-party would be less… cultured.
Emma hesitated after grabbing the doorknob, and Mary Margaret reassured her. "Emma Swan, you look amazing. And you have something Regina wants."
"You're right. Screw this anxiety. I'm totally in control," she said in an attempt to convince herself. "And you, Mary Margaret, are clearly something David wants. If he's here, don't play it safe."
The brunette inhaled quickly and nodded.
Both women stepped inside the busy home.
"Oh fuck," Emma said under her breath, trying to hide the expletive from Mary Margaret.
The deputy had spotted Regina upon entering the house. The Mayor hadn't noticed the new arrivals and was deep in conversation with two men in suits, probably members of the town council.
Emma's legs felt like jelly. And in a few seconds, she would need a ventilator.
Regina was in a tight, black dress cut above the knee. A subtle black, satin tuxedo stripe ran down each side of the dress, heightening its formalness. The thicker straps left her shoulders exposed and her dress had a scooped neck similar to Emma's, revealing just the top of her full bust. Emma was only used to seeing Regina in conservative blouses and shirts, and so she took a moment to drink in Regina's exposed skin. She had the most amazing body, Emma thought, her eyes traveling from the Mayor's neck, to her shoulders, to her cleavage and down her flat stomach which dipped in slightly halfway down, suggesting a musculature that Emma hadn't been aware of before. Her strong legs seemed to go on forever before passing over perfectly proportioned calves and ending in patent black stilettos.
Emma's confidence receded.
Mary Margaret's hushed voice filled her ear. "Emma, remember what I said? People have turned around to look at you, and by the looks of it, they're either jealous or approving. But you'll look even better, when you take ownership of it, okay?"
Emma was brought out of her trance. What would she do without Mary Margaret? The woman was her rock, and was wise beyond her years. Emma had benefitted countless times from her advice and clear-headedness, and now was no different.
"Let's go get some liquor," said Emma, exhaling excitedly and grabbing her roommate's arm. The dining room looked different than she remembered it. The table had been removed, leaving a large open space and white linen-covered, long tables lined the walls. They were topped with wine glasses, a punch bowl, and food items which were constantly being replaced by caterers.
Emma reached for a glass of white wine and surveyed the room. A splash of red, black, and skin entered her peripheral vision. The deputy turned to Mary Margaret with a chuckle.
"I've always admired Ruby's spunk," said the teacher as she sipped her drink. The redhead caught a glimpse of the two of them and headed over, attractive young man in tow.
"You two look incredible!" she said sincerely, looking both women up and down. "This is Seth, he works at the fire department," she said, introducing her partner for the evening. "Seth, this is deputy Emma Swann and you know Mary Margaret already."
He bowed his head slightly, "It's a pleasure really."
The group drank a few glasses of wine over friendly conversation. The mine incident, the inn, the school, and the police department were all topics of discussion. Emma was fully engaged, but found herself glancing around occasionally in hopes of seeing Regina. She was a bit disappointed that the Mayor hadn't sought her out.
"So..." said Ruby, a mischievous smile forming. "No offense to Mayor Mills, but this party is lacking a little… energy, don't you think?" She looked at Seth who had a similar look on his face. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a flask.
"Are we seriously back in high school, guys? You can't be serious," Emma said, grinning. She actually approved of spiking the bowl, but she felt, as deputy, she had a small obligation to object. Seth emptied the entire flask into the punch while whistling a cheerful tune. He then helped himself to a full glass. A couple of oblivious people then walked over and helped themselves. Emma smiled even bigger. Maybe the party would get more interesting.
Forty-five minutes later, many of the older guests had left, yawning. There were about 30 people remaining, all younger, energetic members of Storybrooke. The decibel level had risen to twice the level it had been at Emma's arrival, and laughter could constantly be heard in various areas of the home.
"Looks like fashionably late was the best time to show," said a deep voice behind Mary Margaret. She turned to see David, dressed in a black suit and skinny tie. "Whoah, somebody took a while to get hot," Emma thought to herself. She looked to the brunette, who was, now, glowing.
"David, it's nice to see you," she said, politely.
He smiled in his charming manner. "Well, it was time I left the apartment. Besides, I heard this was the party of the year. I didn't want to miss anything so… "
His stared into Mary Margaret's eyes and lowered his voice, "special."
The teacher looked down to her feet and back up to David. "You know what, though? It's a shame no one is dancing," he said. "Mary Margaret?" he asked, extending his hand in invitation. She sat her glass down and placed her small hand into his. The couple made their way to the open area in the middle of the room and danced slowly to the piano melody trickling out from hidden speakers. Within a minute, four other couples had followed the example. Through the sea of swaying dresses and jackets, Emma focused on David and Mary Margaret. They talked quietly to one another as David's strong hand directed his partner to the music. He leaned down and whispered something to her and the teacher responded by moving closer in to him. The teacher looked back at Emma out of the corner of her eye and mouthed, "Thank you," before closing her eyes and holding tighter onto David.
The front door opened and in walked the Sheriff and his date, a beautiful dark haired girl, younger than Emma. Graham smiled upon seeing her and walked into the room. "Emma, you look stunning. I'd like you to meet Sarah, my date. Sarah, this is Deputy Swan, the one I told you about," he said as Sarah shook Emma's hand. She smiled.
"So you're the one who refuses to wear a uniform," she said, looking Emma up and down. "I can see why. Looking like that, I think you could probably convince anyone to do anything," she complimented. Emma was relieved that Sarah hadn't been made insecure by Graham's introduction. It meant a drama-free night. At least in one respect.
Black filled her vision. Regina had walked to the door, apparently showing a couple out. She was carrying an empty wine glass which had been marked in her dark red lipstick. Still in conversation, she turned to the female of the couple, whose back was toward Emma.
Eye contact.
Regina's dark eyes met Emma's. The wine glass fell to the carpet, making no sound and leaving no stain. The dark haired woman focused back on her present company and waved her hand apologetically while apparently making some comedic comment. The couple laughed and Regina bent over to pick up the glass, exposing more of her chest than would be visible in her normal, standing position. The Mayor's eyes moved upward, and pulled Emma in. She smiled devilishly as her fingers wrapped around the crystal, and even after securing the glass, she maintained her bent position and eye contact.
Emma held her gaze. The Mayor was starting foreplay in the foyer, across the room, and the blonde loved it. The liquid confidence all of a sudden mixed with her natural confidence, and Emma smiled. She winked slightly before turning around to refill her glass. As Regina stood, she couldn't remove her gaze from the blonde's backside.
"Clever," she thought, as her guests shook her from her trance.
"Goodnight, Mayor Mills. Thank you for a wonderful evening," they said sincerely, as Regina nodded and closed the door behind them. Instead of heading into the dining room, she retreated further into the hallway. She needed something stronger than wine if she was to resist Emma Swan for the rest of the night. Cider sloshed into her glass.
Emma gulped down the remaining few swallows in her punch glass. She hoped her glass of wine earlier wouldn't mix terribly with the liquor she had defaulted to after Seth's little experiment.
Ruby turned to the blonde and whispered, "Are you going to stand here all night looking that hot or are you going to use it to your advantage?"
Emma bit her lip in thought. Certainly Regina would come back in a second.
"Well, if you won't go to her, I'll bring her to you," said the red-head. She held out her hand in front of Seth, who apparently was both a boyfriend and a purse. He pulled out an iPod and placed it in Ruby's hand. "This music is terrible. I mean, this is a party, not an elevator," she said, her words slurring a bit.
Before Emma could object, Ruby walked to the corner of the room. How she knew where the audio equipment was stored, Emma had no idea, but within a minute a pounding bass and electric notes filled the room.
Ruby giggled and grabbed Seth's hand. Pitbull and Neyo's "Give me Everything" shook the room. The remaining party-goers didn't seem to mind, and in fact, those who had been standing previously, took to the floor, liquor providing them fluidity to dance.
Graham walked over without his date. "Sarah stepped outside for some air. Want to dance?" he asked. Emma eyed him cautiously, hoping his invitation was purely platonic. "Okay, but not in these," she said, pointing to her heels. After kicking them off in the corner, as many women had already done, she walked with Graham to the 'dance floor' and both she and the Sheriff began to let loose. Emma was starting to really enjoy herself. It had been a while since she let herself have fun, and she was happy to see her friends around her, enjoying the night. Mary Margaret and David were dancing together, quickly. Emma was impressed over David's rhythm and movement – she would have never pegged him as being a great dancer. Mary Margaret was laughing, very much impressed by her partner's skill and lack of inhibition. The blonde laughed out loud and got a little closer to the Sheriff, letting him spin her a time or two before separating again.
Regina's ears perked up. "What the hell is that?" she thought, as pulsating club music floated down the hallway.
"Tonight. I want all of you tonight. Give me everything tonight…" she heard.
"What the fuck is that?" she said out loud, though she couldn't ignore the intoxicating rhythm that was now flowing through her.
"Okay, this is not a goddamn dance club," she said as she walked toward the dining room.
She turned the corner.
Someone had turned off the lights in the room, which meant only the hallway and kitchen lights were providing any glow to the room. A mob of twenty people danced, laughed, and yelled happily as they began to sweat. Regina was appalled. This had never happened at one of her parties. It couldn't happen now. It was unrefined and disorderly.
But the cider was kicking in. And her condemnation was being drowned by it. She looked at the faces of her guests. They were clearly enjoying themselves, more so than she remembered at her previous appreciation parties. And these were the people who worked hardest in Storybrooke… they deserved to let loose, didn't they? Regina smiled and relaxed. She sipped more of her cider and tried to find a certain blonde in the mob.
Her hand tightened around her glass. Why was Emma dancing with him? She watched as Graham took Emma's hand and spun her around before moving from side to side and dancing in front of her. Emma moved her body …very well, Regina noticed. She swallowed hard in jealousy. She could tell it was platonic, but her mouth tightened and her jaw clenched.
Crack.
The cider glass in her hand had broken and a shard had grazed the pad of her palm. Emma looked up and saw Regina staring at the two of them, clearly unhappy. The blonde stood still while Graham kept dancing, his eyes closed.
"Let's do it tonight," she mouthed to the music, laughing. She was intentionally being silly, hoping to relax Regina.
The Mayor slightly moved her head, in a quasi-nod-shake, Emma couldn't decide which Regina meant to convey. The brunette turned on her heel and walked to the kitchen, the music fading a bit as she transitioned into a new room.
Emma bit her lip, concerned, but not overly so. The liquor was giving her a surprisingly optimistic attitude. Eventually, the song ended and changed to something less loud, and Emma took the opportunity to switch places with Sarah.
Regina opened a drawer and pulled out a dishtowel. She pulled out the glass shard from her hand without so much as a wince and dabbed the area, soaking up the small amount of blood that had trickled out of the wound. She looked up and glanced around the kitchen, and after making sure she was alone, dropped the towel and closed her hand into a fist. Upon opening it again, the wound had disappeared. No blood. No cut. Before she could hide the dishtowel, Emma walked in.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" she said, proud of herself for enunciating every word. "What happened?" she asked, noticing the cracked cider glass and bloody towel.
Regina paused and looked at Emma, up and down. This was the closest she had been all night to the blonde, and it was difficult for her to think in such close proximity to the woman she wanted to ravage.
"I dropped my glass earlier. I'm sure you saw," said a quick-thinking Regina. I knicked myself. Not a problem." She said matter-of-factly.
"No. You dropped a wine glass. And it didn't break," said Emma, confused.
"You're mistaken, Deputy," said Regina, emphasizing the title. Emma reached out and grabbed Regina's hands, looking them over for a cut, but finding nothing but smooth, perfect skin. "Must be all the punch you've had," said a knowing Mayor.
"I don't get it," said Emma.
"You're not supposed to," said Regina, turning her back and dropping the cloth in the sink. "Enjoying your little rave with the Sheriff, I take it?" asked Regina, jealousy dripping off her tongue.
Emma laughed. "Madam Mayor, you…" she walked up to Regina, pressing against her back, "are overly dramatic sometimes, don't you think? And I am having a good time, thank you. I think everyone is.
She remained pressed against Regina.
"Anything I can do to make sure you're having an equally enjoyable time?" asked Emma seductively through a whisper. She leaned forward, her hands now on the counter and trapping the brunette. She didn't wait for an answer. Her lips placed a soft kiss on Regina's shoulder, and her hands, now acting as if they had a mind of their own, wrapped around the front of the black dress, squeezing strongly.
Regina tensed, and let arousal spread from Emma's fingertips to her torso and legs. "Yes, Deputy Swan, there is," she said in a confident voice, knowing the music from the adjacent room would buffer their conversation.
"Let me go," she said in an abrasive tone. Even the alcohol couldn't provide optimism to her response, and Emma quickly backed off.
"Regina, I - "started Emma, feeling the need to explain her contact with Graham.
The Mayor stood tall and turned around to face Emma. "I didn't ask for a monologue, Miss Swan," she said in a condescending tone. She raised an eyebrow and she tongued the inside of her mouth, preparing to speak again. And then she broke her cold demeanor with a warm smile. Emma now understood that Regina had been roleplaying, acting hard and cold, acting as Mayor and as enemy, in order to elevate the excitement of the moment. It had worked.
"In all seriousness, though, just…" she eyed Emma up and down, "let me look at you. It's all I've wanted since I smelled your perfume in the hall, which, I believe, was shortly before 7:15pm. For an hour and a half I knew you were in the next room, but my business…"
Regina closed the distance between them and dragged her index finger along the neckline of Emma's dress.
"kept me from my pleasure," she finished, in a husky voice. Emma felt a warmth trickling out of Regina's fingertip, as if she were in a hot shower, pelts of water dripping down her chest. The blonde smiled and said, "Well there's only one thing left keeping you from it."
"What's that?" asked Regina, her finger trailing down the red fabric and to the deputy's lower thigh.
Emma's eyes fluttered. "This dress," she said, in an airy voice.
"No, that's not a problem," said Regina, backing Emma gently against the counter and dragging her hand lightly up inside Emma's dress, from the hem, upward to her middle thigh which she grabbed strongly. Regina's other hand followed with Emma's other leg, both hands now gripping the blonde's thighs. Emma glanced to the doorway and thought about their compromising position. Regina's hands had forced the fabric of her dress upward to where it barely covered her ass. Before she could raise a concern, Regina grabbed tightly and lifted Emma up onto the counter, filling the gap in the blonde's legs with her own body.
Emma was surprised at Regina's strength and how she'd managed to lift all 120 pounds of her onto the counter with hardly any effort. Of course her surprise was instantly replaced by a damp heat which formed between her legs. Regina had to have felt it.
"I hope you realize, Emma, that I have never kneeled to anyone or served anyone," she said, as her hands moved to the tops of Emma's thighs and continued their ascent. Emma felt her heart in her stomach. "But I am more than willing to get on my knees for you," said Regina, lowering her head to the blonde's exposed skin and looking up.
"Now, however, isn't the time. I still have guests to entertain," she said, smiling.
"No," said Emma, in protest, "no, no, don't…"
Regina pulled away and helped Emma back to her feet. "Dear, it will be worth the wait, I promise."
"You…" Emma started, taking a few short breaths, "are evil," she finished, straightening her dress and hair.
"So I've been told," said Regina, blinking slowly. "Let's see what's going on over there," she said, leading Emma back into the dining room.
The music had softened and the walls of the room were lined with guests, all watching one couple dancing. The full moon outside was a spotlight, penetrating the window and casting a white glow into the center of the room. A steady soft melody danced with the couple.
"I can't win, I can't reign. I will never win this game without you, without you. I am lost, I am vain. I will never be the same without you, without you."
The soft melody filled the room, a soft singing voice the only noise as Mary Margaret and David danced. Their emotion was so strong that it was irresistible to watch. They stared at each other, David's thumb grazing the brunette's jawline.
"I will always find you," he whispered in her ear.
She leaned into his chest and both dancers felt the ground leave their feet. There were no spectators, there was no party, there was only a happy ending for the both of them.
The lyrics lingered in Regina's mind. She considered what a relationship with Emma would entail. She would have to tell her….
Everything…
Could Emma love her knowing her past? Knowing the truth? Had she changed enough to earn forgiveness?
Emma's arms suddenly wrapped around Regina's waist and pulled her into a dark corner, away from the eyes of the remaining guests who were focused on the couple in the moon's glow.
"I am lost, I am vain. I will never be the same without you, without you. Without you."
Emma placed Regina's hands on the back of her red dress and rested her chin on the Mayor's shoulder. Regina began to sway to the music with Emma, inhaling her, memorizing her.
"Can Storybrooke's Mayor handle not being in the spotlight?" asked Emma softly into Regina's ear.
The Mayor smiled confidently. She moved a strand of hair away from the deputy's face, and pressed her other hand a bit more firmly into Emma's back, her fingers grazing over the red fabric.
"I can't look. I'm so blind. I've lost my heart, I've lost my mind…" the music's lyrics fit the emotional desperation of both women perfectly.
"Miss Swan, are you not staring at me right now?" asked Regina in the softest and sweetest voice Emma had ever heard.
Emma was slightly confused but answered, "Well, yeah…"
"Then I'm in it," said Regina, before leaning in and kissing her lips softly and pulling away.
Storybrooke's residents continued to watch Mary Margaret and David dance, oblivious to the other couple dancing slowly in the shadows.