Regina's eyes snap open. She sits up quickly and then immediately regrets the decision, clenching her eyes shut and holding her head. Groaning, she lowers her hand and absorbs her surroundings. She's home, in her study, laying on the couch. Thinking through the night, she remembers being discharged from the hospital after physical therapy and a hefty amount of complaining from Whale. Mary Margaret helped her home. The stairs were too much effort, so she set up in the study.

An outfit resides on the table. Regina takes a deep breath and turns on the couch to sit up properly. She takes a deep breath and stares at the clothes. Sitting up straight, she flicks her wrist and is enveloped in a thin cloud of purple. When the cloud dissipates, the clothes are still on the table. Regina looks down and groans, realizing all she managed to do was get her other clothes off. She plops back on the couch, naked, and sighs.

Sitting up, she tries one more time. This time she finds herself in her pants but nothing else. She leans forward and grabs the t-shirt, bra, and underwear from the table, setting them on the seat cushion next to her. She lifts her ass to take off her pants, but stops and glances at the underwear. She shrugs and pulls her pants back up. "Overrated anyways," she grumbles as she tosses the underwear back on the table. She quickly finishes dressing.

A knock sounds on the door. Regina glances over her shoulder at the closed door. Assuming Mary Margaret is there to check on her, Regina calls out "Come in."

The door slides open, and Regina's eyes go wide as Gen steps into the study. "Should I assume you missed me?" Gen asks with a raised eyebrow. She leans on the doorjamb with her arms crossed.

Regina looks her from head to toe, surprised to see Gen out of a pantsuit and in dark blue jeans and a tight low-cut tee. "How did you get in here? Or rather why are you here? Is Emma here?"

Gen smiles and moves into the room, propping up on the armrest and facing Regina. "Case is closed, Regina. Emma won."

"Oh." Regina looked down for a minute then furrowed her brow and looked back up at Gen. "Is Emma here with you?"

"No, I came of my own accord."

"Where is Emma?"

Gen puts up both of her hand. "Exploring. I did not ask, I merely suggested."

Regina shifts to face Gen more. "You suggested?"

Gen smiles. "I thought she could use some time to herself. She certainly has the means to provide for herself in a… higher capacity."

"Thanks to you," Regina says quietly.

"And you," Gen adds.

Regina shifts to lean back on the couch. She moves to cross her legs then winces and stops.

Gen glances at the table and sees Regina's underwear. "I seem to remember a certain time holed away in a hotel room when you went commando."

Regina snaps her head around to Gen and rolls her eyes at the smirk on her face. "Why are you here?"

"I was wondering if you'd like to go out." Gen slides down the arm rest to sit next to Regina.

"If you cannot tell, Gen, I am not up for much." She closes her eyes and rests her head back on the couch.

Propping her arm up over Regina's head, Gen leans closer. "I can be gentle."

Regina's eyes shoot open. "You are being awfully forward right now, Ms. Roland." She turns her head to Gen, their faces only inches apart. She glances down at Gen's lips then back up to her eyes.

Gen smirks and quickly leans forward, taking Regina's lip between her teeth. She drags her tongue across the lip between her teeth and releases it. Moving her lips across Regina's jawline, she husks in Regina's ear, "Is this too forward?" She smiles when Regina's hands move up to rest just above her breasts, but she frowns when she is suddenly shoved against the armrest.

"Yes," Regina says through gritted teeth. "That is most certainly too forward."

Gen straightens up. "You didn't give me the impression that you would mind."

Regina glances down at her phone. "That was a mistake."

"What makes you so sure?" Gen moves forward again and places her hand on Regina's thigh. When Regina doesn't immediately swat her away, she scoots closer and slides her hand up Regina's thigh slowly.

Regina closes her eyes and clenches her jaw.

Gen leans forward and kisses Regina's neck. She drags her tongue up her neck to her earlobe then suddenly falls through a cloud of purple smoke. She catches herself on the couch and stares at the suddenly empty place beneath her.

One hand on her head and one arm wrapped around her stomach as she leans over, Regina tries to catch her breath and calm her nerves from the surge of power. "No," she presses out with a harsh breath.

Gen stands up and looks between the couch and Regina with wide eyes. "What the fuck was that?"

Regina's eyebrows shoot up and she stands tall. "Losing your composure a bit, dear?"

Clearing her throat, Gen moves around the couch to stand in front of Regina. "So this is what you meant when you said your town had an affluence for magic. You seem to have left out some details." Gen rakes her eyes over Regina's body with an arm still around her stomach. "And you seem a bit too weak for that magic."

"Not too weak to say no," Regina hisses out.

Gen rolls her eyes and takes a step back. "I am not challenging your no, Ms. Mills. You simply did not provide one until now."

"You were taking advantage of me," Regina challenges.

Gen releases a single laugh. "Hardly." She pulls out her phone from her back pocket and waves it in Regina's face. "You seem to have forgotten the invitations."

Regina swats her hand away. "I told you that was a mistake."

"So," Gen takes a step forward, seductively. "If I slipped my hand in your pants, you're telling me I wouldn't find wet lips?"

Regina swallows. "I wish I could say that."

Gen steps forward and hooks her fingers in Regina's waistband, pulling her close. Their lips nearly touching, Gen husks, "What do you want, Regina? What do you really want?"

Regina closes her eyes. She runs her hands up Gen's arms and fists the shirt close to her neck. Leaning forward, she whispers in Gen's ear, "Emma." She shoves Gen back.

Gen smiles and laughs derisively. "Good luck with that, Ms. Mills."

"I'll take my chances," she responds, crossing her arms.

Putting her hands on her hips, Gen sucks her teeth and stares at Regina. Finally, she drops her arms and straightens up. "Well Ms. Mills, it has been a pleasure working with you again. I wish you the best in your recovery." She turns and heads toward the exit.

Regina scoffs and drops her arms. "You sure got over me fast."

Gen stops, her hand on the open door. She looks over her shoulder. "I'm a lawyer, Ms. Mills. I know how to put on a charade." She leaves, pulling the door shut behind her.

With a heavy sigh, Regina runs her hands through her hair. She moves back to the couch and looks down at her phone. Picking it up, she opens Emma's messages. She stares at it, running her fingers just above the keypad, unsure what to say if anything at all. Groaning, she drops the phone on the table. She hears Gen's car start up and drive away. Sitting back up, she grabs her phone and types a simple text to Emma: Hello, Emma. Please be safe.