Regina intended on fetching Henry shortly after Emma left her place. She couldn't bring herself to get to her car and opted to clear her head and have alone time, instead. Knowing that with Henry around, he'd ask her questions and want to talk. She loves her son but sometimes, just sometimes, she needed to be alone with her thoughts.
The queen absent-mindedly poured herself a glass of wine. Her thoughts trailed to the Sheriff.
Maybe it was her being inebriated that lead to the intimacy shared between the two. Emma did not stop her, and she did not stop herself, either.
'You're the Queen, for crying out loud. Stop being so unsure of yourself'
She sipped on her wine then bent to the fireplace. She poked at the wood before setting it alight. Regina took her place on the couch infront of it. Feeling Emma's absence and frustrated that the blonde had to leave to 'fix things' with her idiot husband, Regina thought that maybe it would be best to have Henry around. At least he would distract her. She contemplated finishing the wine, two sips were not a lot but if she did finish it, she'd have to wait until she's 100% sober to pick her son from the Charmings. When it came to the matters of her boy, Regina was extra careful.
Pulling up to the Charmings, Regina gave herself a minute or two to shut down the last thoughts of Emma in her arms. She secured it in a mental box and pushed it to the back of her mind. She shut off the engine and grabbed her keys from the ignition.
That's when it hit her.
A gut wrenching feeling that something wasn't right. The brunette checked her phone. No messages, no missed calls. Yet the sinking feeling in her stomach kept brewing.
Something isn't right.
Regina hovered over Emma's contact, contemplating calling the blonde. "Pick up," she tapped on her steering wheel. No answer. Starting her engine, she gave up on calling Emma and made her way to the Sheriff's house.
From a distance, she saw a burnt hole in the wall. She stepped on the gas, trying to reach Emma at a faster pace. Her car came to a screeching halt within seconds. She flung open the door and charged into the house. Regina looked around for Emma, "EMMA?" The burnt smell of leather seeped into her lungs. Regina held the inner of her elbow up to her nose, shielding herself from the stench. She stepped around the broken glass in the kitchen, "EMMA?" she called out again.
She found the girl passed out on the living room floor. Regina immediately got down on her knees and pulled Emma's head onto her lap. "Emma, darling, wake up," her eyes swarmed with tears. She gripped Emma's face, "Please wake up. Please wake up." Regina felt Emma's wrist for a pulse. She could feel a faint beating. Relieved that the women is still alive, Regina knelt her forehead against Emma's. She waved her hand, conjuring as much energy as she could and projected it over the blonde.
Emma weakly coughed, opening her eyes to see Regina's tear stained face. She lifted her head, attempting to sit up. "Are you okay?" Regina asked, knowing that the blonde was not okay but questioned anyway. Emma nodded hesitantly. "I may have passed out from using too much of magic," She looked around the house. Noticing the burnt mess surrounding her. "That, with the combination of deep emotion, will cause the conjurer to pass out," Regina stated. She got a bottle of water from Emma's fridge and handed it to her, "Drink."
"Now tell me, what happened?" "Hook cheated on me," Emma smiled. "And you're smiling because?" Regina dragged the word. "Because I'm not upset. I was subconsciously looking for a way out – and this is it." Regina eyed her then took a look around the room, "Not upset? Dear, Your leather couch says otherwise." "Okay, I may have overreacted."
Regina inhaled deeply, straightened her posture and waved her hand around the room. Magic filled the air, setting things to their original position, mending the burnt out couch and the hole in the wall. "Thanks," Emma shuffled to her feet.
"You almost burnt your dream catcher," Regina picked the object from the table next to the couch. She cautiously sat on the ottoman. Emma mirrored her, taking a seat on the couch. "Yeah," she drank another sip of water. Regina had other thoughts running through her mind. The dream catcher ignited an idea. In an effort to distract Emma from what she was evidently not fine with talking about (and Regina could see gears grinding behind the girls sorrowful eyes), she handed it to Emma. "I can't seem to recall everything that happened last night," she started. "So? You want to find out?" Emma asked. Regina nodded. "Regina, I don't think that's a good idea." Emma could remember some things, but was hoping that she could pretend for long enough.
She didn't want Regina knowing. If she knew, it's over for them. That strong bond they've developed would come crashing down in a matter of seconds. A risk that she wasn't willing to take.
"Why not? From what I remember, I had fun," Regina toyed with her necklace.
"Okay," Emma tapped the empty space beside her and moved a bit, allowing Regina to sit. The duo looked through the dream catcher, watching how it vibrated in Emma's hands until they could focus on the clear images.
"Is it really necessary to have the fire burning? I feel hot," Emma groaned, without missing a beat, she continued, "I want pancakes."
"Miss Swan, you had half a dozen this morning. Aren't you sick of it?"
"Miss Swan, Miss Swan, Miss Swan," Emma mocked the Queen, rolled her eyes then gently squeezed Regina's knee, "My name is Emma. Say it."
Although she loved hearing the woman call her Miss Swan, Emma enjoyed toying with the Mayor.
"Emma, you're a child," Regina let out a huff and laughed at the blonde.
"Can I at least have syrup?" Emma lifted herself from the couch, barely able to stand, and made her way to the kitchen. She heard Regina yell out from the living room, "Third cupboard to your left, center shelf." Emma grabbed the syrup and headed back to Regina. She sat, cross-legged on the floor and poured the syrup into her wine glass. "What are you doing?" Regina asked, genuinely curious.
"You've gotta mix the wine with the syrup," Emma placed her hand over her heart. "I call it 'The Regina Mills'. Bitter, positively bitter. And sweet," Emma cocked her head to the side, smiling sweetly at the queen. "Well then, let's give it a go," Regina leaned forward to take a swing but Emma stopped her, "One more ingredient, my queen."
"Beer," Emma had a sudden burst of energy. She gripped onto her beer can and poured beer into the mix. "Disgusting, Emma," Regina crinkled her nose. Emma returned a distressed look and a tear escaped from her eyes. "Darling, what's wrong?" The alcohol clearly made the blonde lose it, "You think I'm disgusting," Emma pouted. "I-I don't," Regina knitted her eyebrows together, evidently confused by the sudden outburst. She let out a heavy sigh, "The mixture is disgusting, dear. Wine, beer and syrup? Do you want to throw up?"
"The beer is ME," Emma dramatically threw her hands up in defeat. "Can't believe I ever thought that we'd end up together. You're truly magnificent, and I'm dumb enough to think we would actually fuck," She blurted out.
If Regina's eyes could pop out of her skull, that would be the moment it did. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat before resigning to the floor, across Emma. Regina cleared her throat, "Well then, let's taste it."
Emma, seeming to have lost her train of thought, clapped happily and downed half the mixture. "Your turn," she looked like she was about to throw up. Regina stiffened. Noticing the 'I'm about to throw up' face. She got up and dragged Emma with her to the guest toilet downstairs. Emma lurched forward into the toilet bowl, emptying the contents of her stomach. Regina had filled a glass of water and handed it to her.
After that, they headed to the living room. "You're not gonna try it?" Emma asked, looking up at Regina with puppy eyes.
Thinking about the comment Emma made earlier, Regina took the glass. "You're not dumb for thinking we could fuck," she simply said. The brunette lifted the glass into the air and downed whatever was left. "I didn't expect you to drink it, I was merely asking," Emma giggled. Regina scowled, "I'm no wimp," she strode to the kitchen and gulped down three glasses of water.
Regina collapsed back on the couch. "Think I can juggle the wine and syrup bottle with the beer can?" Emma perked up from her spot on the floor. "You cannot do it sober, I'd rather you not attempt it drunk," Regina said, not looking at Emma. She concentrated on the ceiling, allowing herself to feel the effects of the alcohol. Emma fell onto her back then looked at her hands. Both women passed out.
"That's it," Emma said, placing the dream catcher on the table. Regina didn't want to see more but hated not knowing the details. She secretly hoped that they did, infact, fuck. She sure as hell wanted to see who initiated it.
Emma stood before Regina could protest. She threw the empty bottle of water in the recycling bin. "Have you eaten?" She asked the brunette, who was still seated on the couch. "I have to go," Regina abruptly stood and walked out to her car, without saying goodbye. Emma was left with a panging in her heart. She peeped through the curtain to ensure that Regina had left then got her dreamcatcher and headed to her room.
She felt chills down her spine the minute she stepped into the bedroom. The bed remained a mess. Lipstick stains on her white pillow case, Hooks boxer briefs hanging off the top of her opened wardrobe, the bed slightly shifted. Emma shuddered. She reverted to anger, again. Within a second, she made a decision. Emma walked to her cupboard and pulled out a few hangers, she removed her clothing from it and neatly packed the clothes in a bag. She was running.
It's what she was most familiar with. She found comfort in the agitation that came with leaving everything behind for a while. Not knowing when she'd be back or where she was going – Because Boston is the first place Regina would look into – that gave her a thrill.
Regina was upset. Upset at herself for being stupid enough to start falling for the Savior.
Why didn't she want to see the rest of what had transpired?
What happened?
If something did, was it a mistake? Did Emma regret it?
WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER?
Regina placed Emma in a box, again. This time, she mentally threw away the key. "Hen, I'm outside," she texted her son. He took approximately 10 minutes to get to her car. Ten daunting minutes. "Hi mom," Henry greeted through the open window. He opened the back door of the car and threw in his bag. "Mind if I play my music?" He asked. Without waiting for Regina's permission, the boy sifted through CDs in Regina's glove compartment. He landed on a mix tape and put it on.
Regina didn't pay much attention to him, or the song choice for that matter. He bobbed his head along to the beat and used an air microphone to sing the chorus out loud. Regina gave him a smile but refused to sing. "Come on, ma. You know this one," he held out his fake microphone to Regina who barely mouthed the chorus of Bill Withers 'Lovely Day'. Henry seemed content that he got some sort of cooperation from her.
As they pulled up to the mansion, Regina saw Emma kneeling against her bug. "Ma," Henry squealed as he got out the car and walked towards Emma. Her gaze snapped to Henry when she heard him. "Hey kid," She met him half-way, safeguarding herself from his questions if he had to see the contents of her car. Regina parked her car and stepped out, she gave the girl a once over and dipped her head. She fished out her keys from her handbag and proceeded to the mansion.
"Wanna come in for lunch?" Henry asked, "Mom's making pizza." Regina stopped in her tracks. "I promised no such thing. You've been at the Charmings for a while, I'm sure you've had enough junk for the week," she turned on her heel. Emma walked with Henry to the front door, "Just wanted to see how you were doing. Have a ton of paperwork to do so I wouldn't have a chance to spend quality time with you for a while," Emma lied. Regina peered around the blonde, noticing that her bug had opened boxes in them. From the distance, Regina couldn't make out what was shoved haphazardly in the box but knowing Emma, she asked, "Is that so, Miss Swan?" Emma caught her eye and responded with a flat, "Yes."
"Hen, why don't you get started on lunch while I convince Miss. Swan to eat something?" She asked, not breaking eye contact with the blonde. Henry sensed the tension between the two and obliged.
"Don't," Emma stopped the queen before she could say anything. "Fine. But at least have lunch with us? Who knows for how long you'll be gone," Regina caressed the saviors arm.
Emma looked back at her bug then to Regina again. She motioned her hand so that Regina could lead the way. "That was easy," Henry chuckled to himself when he saw Emma in the doorway of the kitchen.
Mid way into lunch, Regina made small talk. "How was your time at the Charmings?" Regina asked as she forked a piece of kale into her mouth. "Grandma baked, gramps and I worked on my sword fighting skills for a while. He wants to take me out camping soon. Can I go?" Henry asked his moms. He switched between looking at Emma and Regina, "As long as your school projects are done, I'm okay with it," Regina said.
"Killian was looking for you," Henry quietly added. "Me?" Regina dropped her fork, her jaw clenched.
"Why did David not tell me?" "He said he would but Neal started troubling when you arrived."
"Did he say what he wanted?" Emma butted in.
Henry shook his head, "No, but he wasn't happy. Figured you knew."
"Uhm, yeah. Of course," Emma furrowed her eyebrows and gulped down her water. She wiped over her mouth with a napkin, "I've got to go. Thanks for lunch, Regina." She stood.
"Not so fast, Miss Swan. Sit," Regina gave her a stern look. Emma knew she couldn't protest without raising suspicion, she huffed and took her seat. "You'll help me clear up, won't you, dear?" Regina asked, not giving Emma much of an option. Emma nodded tightly, fire burning from within her. Henry was excused from the table.
"I see what you're doing, Regina," Emma squealed as she grabbed the empty glasses from the table. "And what is it that I'm doing?" "You're making sure I don't run away and as much as I appreciate it, Regina you've got to let me go." Emma could feel the lump in her throat growing, she was on the verge of tears. Regina was quiet, thinking for a moment. She left the table, carrying plates and setting them in the kitchen sink. Emma followed.
"As you wish," Regina turned to face Emma, taking in her features. The bottom of her eyes were red, her eyes itself were widened. Emma gasped back and asked, "Really?" She felt a twist in her heart. She honestly loved seeing Regina care about her and would have stayed if she pushed her a bit more. "Sure. Go ahead. Run away like you always do."
There it was. Regina was going to poke at her.
"Regina," Emma tilted her head to the side. "You want to run, I won't stop you." Regina walked to her fridge and looked into it. Finding a tray of strawberries, she handed it to Emma, "For the road."
Emma reluctantly took it. She was getting annoyed by Regina's lack of empathy.
"Well then, I'll see you around," Emma tapped the tray in her hands and proceeded to the front door. Regina let out a heavy breath. She strutted to the foyer and stopped Emma. "I-I think we should address it and if you want to leave after that, I really won't stop you. Running away isn't solving anything," she calmly stated. Emma was facing the door, she turned to Regina, tears now streaming down her reddened cheeks. Regina stepped forward and pulled her into a hug.
"Are you scared?" Regina rubbed Emma's back soothingly.
"Yeah," Emma responded, barely audibly.
Regina broke away from Emma and held her hand. She gave her a warm smile and lead them back to the kitchen. Once Emma sat, Regina switched on the kettle.
"When Henry was a kid, he was afraid of the dark," she sat beside Emma, "He used to run into my room and switch the lights on just after I'd tucked him in. It went on for weeks until I got him a night light." "Did it help?" Emma asked, not knowing where the story was headed. Regina shook her head, "Yes and no. It helped for a while but one night he came to me in tears. I held him in my arms. Then eventually, I took him to his room, switched off the lights and sat with him. We spent the night talking, about his dreams, some books he liked and then we spoke about why he didn't like to be in the dark."
She heard the kettle click and started preparing hot cocoa for Emma. "He switched on the light, hugged me and said that he doesn't fear it anymore."
Regina left the hot cocoa in front of Emma and kneeled against the counter, taking the younger girls hands in her own, "The point is, I'm here. I will sit with you in your darkness until you're brave enough to switch on the light," she reached forward and wiped Emma's tear drops with the pad of her thumb, "Okay?"
Emma nodded, unable to string together words. When Regina let go of her hands, she wrapped them around the mug, pulling it towards her lips. She felt the warmth rush through her. She knew it wasn't just the cocoa, but Regina herself. Her presence, her words, her comfort.
The blonde'started feeling uncomfortably hot. She concentrated on her breathing, then felt her palms begin to sweat. At first, she loved the way Regina made her feel. It was as if there was a little rascal In her brain that toyed with her feelings like a kid with a light switch. She was now afraid. Afraid that if she stayed a while longer with the brunette, her feelings for the woman would grow stronger.
Regina saw the change in Emma's facial features, "Emma, in the dark. Remember?"
Easier said than done, right? Back in Boston, Emma encountered magnitudes of people with different personalities and opinions. While she'd wait at the restaurant, during her bails bonds days, she'd overhear conversations. "Take my advice," a guy once told his date, "It's easier when you talk about things." The girl broke down in tears and refused to address whatever they've been dealing with, ultimately ending the date.
It's easy for Regina to say that she'd sit with her in her darkness. But Regina is part of the darkness. Part of the reason she wants to run. How could she trust that saying she has feelings for the woman would be the best thing to do?
She built up the courage to finally say, "I'm afraid that you'll abandon me, just like everyone else has in my past."
Regina Mills was no stranger to that feeling. The Enchanted forest taught her a lot about being alone and loving every second of it. She knew that, back then, there was a void within her that seemed unable to fill. Although, she didn't know that Henry would conquer her darkness by allowing her to love. Regina's life would be different and hollow if he didn't weave his way into her heart.
With that knowledge, she gave Emma a knowing smile and reassured her that she was not going anywhere. Unconvinced, Emma shook her head, "I know that line all too well."
"Well, if you don't believe me there isn't much I can do to convince you. Although, I may have something that would gain an ounce of your trust and faith in me," Regina flicked her wrist and Emma's dream catcher appeared on the kitchen counter.
Emma gave her a confused stare down until Regina finally spoke again, "I'm gonna need you to show us the rest of the night." Emma knew the night she was referring to and did as she was asked.
Regina's eyes fluttered open. She studied her surroundings, still drunk. Emma was asleep on the floor, drool soaking through the arm of her pajama top. Regina stood. Feeling the rush soaring through her head, she cautiously strode to Emma's side. "Honey, let's get to bed," Regina squeezed her eyes shut and briefly held her head. She opened them to find that Emma hasn't moved. She tucked her left hand under Emma's knees and her right around Emma's shoulders. The sudden movement of Regina attempting to carry her had woken the blonde. "We're going to sleep, dear," Regina assured her. "I was asleep," the fury behind her eyes, for being rudely woken up, starting to show. Regina gently stroked Emma's hair, coaxing her, "Dear, it can't be comfortable on the floor. Up, let's get to bed," she stood and stuck out her hand for Emma to take. Emma reluctantly gripped it and pulled herself up. She stumbled, "I may be a little drunk," she slurred. "I've got you," Regina smiled warmly, also drunk but always willing.
On the way up, the duo tripped twice. The first trip was when Emma misjudged the step infront of her and picked her foot up too early, setting it down with too much force and falling over – bringing Regina down with her. They paused to laugh. "Miss Swan!" Regina scolded, "Concentrate." "Hmm," Emma's eyes sparkled, looking directly at the Mayor's breasts. "Not on me, on walking," Regina giggled. They struggled to get up, mostly because of the laughing fit they were in the middle of. The second time was when Emma started counting the steps, "1…2…4…3," She started. "3…4," Regina corrected her. "You're interrupting and I've lost count," Emma whined. "8…9," she continued, incorrectly. When she reached 12, Emma groaned and looked behind her, "Those don't look like twelve," She eyed Regina. When she turned again, she lost balance, bumping her head against the wall.
"I give up," Regina laughed. She gently shoved Emma into the guest bedroom and tucked her into bed. "But, can't I sleep with you?" Emma inquired. Regina agreed and lead Emma to her room.
"I feel hot," Emma stated. Without thinking, she pulled her pajama top up and off her head, removing her pants too. Regina paused. Taking in the features of the blonde before her.
Emma removed the hair band that held her bun in place. "Uh-uh," she got under the covers and placed her hands across the bed. "It's uneven," Emma stated. She flung the duvet aside and sat up on her knees, beckoning for Regina to come closer. Regina obliged. Without warning, Emma took the Mayor's top off. "Emma!" Regina gasped. "Take the pants off or I'll do it for you," Emma ran her fingers above the waistband of Regina's pants, across Regina's skin. It burnt to the touch. "Hot for sheriff?" Emma smirked. Regina eyeballed her, but again, obliged. She immediately turned on the heater and got under the sheets.
Emma was still on her knees, but now on her side of the bed. She stroked the Mayor's cheek and leaned in. Regina could feel the blondes soft breath against her lips. Emma brushed the pad of her thumb over Regina's bottom lip. Regina inhaled sharply. Emma's eyes wandered between Regina's lips and her deep dark eyes. In a split second, Emma moved forward. She kissed Regina's nose and then bopped it, "Good night, my queen." She abruptly turned to face the wall, away from Regina, and fell asleep. Regina elevated herself on her elbows. She looked over at the blonde, sighed, shook her head and leaned back to fall asleep.
"You bopped my nose," Regina complained. Emma was silent for a while. She placed the dreamcatcher on the table again and turned to Regina. "I was so upset that hook cheated on me yet I was the one cheating on him, too." She said, "If I'm being honest, I was never happy with him. Just, content that he was a safety net. Marrying him secured my life." "Secure doesn't always mean forcing yourself to do things just so that you'd have a 'written in stone' future," Regina commented. "I know that now. I'm sorry for being an ass. I swear that I wasn't using you," Emma stood and paced around the kitchen.
"There's no need to apologize, dear. If anything, I should be apologizing to you for not being responsible. That being said, I didn't want it to end," Regina admitted, "When I left you to your own devices, I started to piece together things from last night. I don't want you to leave Storybrooke. I couldn't put my finger on it but when I saw your things in the bug, my heart dropped."
"Your heart dropped?"
Regina nodded, "I was the evil Queen, but this is the most difficult conversation I've had, to date," she sighed, seeing that Emma was not picking up on the hints, and decided to rip the band-aid off, "I have feelings for you."
Emma stopped pacing. She looked at the Regina, deep in thought. She knows Regina. Woman doesn't do anything subtly. When she loves, she loves hard. When she hates, well, the dark curse should be enough to say that she went to extreme lengths.
She sat next to Regina, taking her hands in her own, "This is what I was afraid of. I have feelings for you, too. And I didn't want to be too much and push you away."
Regina's feelings for the girl in front of her have never been acknowledged entirely until this very moment. She nodded in understanding. Emma continued with her newfound confidence, "I don't think that staying here would be the right step in the direction in terms of dating. I want us to go slowly, is that okay with you?"
As much as Regina wanted to spend as much time with Emma as possible, she had to agree that the girl was right. If they're dating, it's better for them to take things one step at a time instead of diving right in. "Fine, but are you still contemplating Boston?"
Emma bopped Reginas nose, "No."
"Okay, the nose stuff has gotta stop," Regina said but judging by the blush that was now quite evident on her cheeks, Emma knew she loved it.
Emma thought for a while, "How does your schedule look on Friday evening?"
"I have a meeting with your mother on Friday, I can get my secretary to send you my plans?" Regina offered. She walked Emma to her doorway, "Sounds good, I have a few errands to run. Pick you up at 3 if you're not busy," Emma stated. She pulled Regina in for a hug and kissed her cheek.
Emma wouldn't verbally admit it, but she missed her mother. She picked up lunch from Granny's and headed to the school.
"Killian was here. Left a few minutes before you got it, said he's leaving town for a bit and wanted to say bye to his dad," Snow said once she closed the door to her classroom. "What?" Emma sat on one of the small student chairs. "Right? I'm surprised he regards David as his father figure." "Hook and I aren't exactly seeing eye to eye," Emma unfolded her take away bag and dug into the sandwich. "Is that why he's leaving?" Snows face fell, she was happy having him around, finally someone to give David company. Emma nodded in response and elaborated, "He resurrected Graham to kill Regina."
"And also, you're back to calling him 'Hook'?" Snow cut in. "I'm considering getting an annulment. Does that add up in Fairytale world? I mean, it's been about a month." Snow made her way to her desk, "Don't you want to work things out?" She took a bite of her sandwich and turned her attention to Emma. "There's a lot more beneath the surface, Mary Margaret. Turning over a new leaf isn't exactly an option."
"I mean, sometimes marriage is difficult but with true love, you can overcome those obstacles. What you and Killian have is true love, Emma. He's your happy ending. Call him," She gave Emma a bright smile.
Emma hated this. Just because her parents found their happy ending, doesn't mean she's there yet. All the 'love at first sight' crap? She's sick of it. Especially when the two rub it in everyone's faces.
Nevertheless, she reluctantly agreed, in an effort to get Snow to lay off. Emma wasn't used to having parents – and having Snow and David? It was overwhelming. She understood that they wanted to make up for lost time, but she's a grown woman and had experienced the pain of life without them. More often than not, because of them.
Regina was the only person who understood her. Truly, genuinely understood her. She could walk right up to Regina on her worst day and the brunette would drop everything to save her. In this moment, she snapped out of her daze, again wondering how she ended up linking this to Regina.
"I'll call him," She got off the chair, but off one last bite of her sandwich and tucked it back into the take away bag. "You're doing that now? Thought you wanted to spend time with me?" Snow attempted to speak with her mouth filled with food. She grabbed a napkin and wiped away the sauce that managed to escape the sandwich and land on her chin.
"I guess." Emma bluntly stated. She pushed the chair in and strode out of the classroom.
"Gin? Well aren't you the ideal employee," Regina waltzed into the Sheriff's office finding Emma sipping on gin while completing paperwork. "Regina, it's Monday," She complained. "Understood, but you still work for me, dear," Regina strutted across to the holding cell.
She bent to Graham's height. "It's because I needed to think. My mother is…" she trailed off. "Insufferable? Repulsive? Unbearable? Overwhelming? Arrogant? Conceited?" Regina took a jab at the Snow. "Thanks, Mrs. Thesaurus. I'll go with all of the above at this point," Emma finally smiled, the first time Regina saw her do that since she walked in.
"Let me guess? You told them about Hook, they gave you a 'True love' speech and now, you want to strangle them?" Regina tilted her head and looked up at Emma, who was now standing beside her. "About right," Emma put her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. She was drained. The last couple of days have been exhausting and she needed a break. If it wasn't Killian, it was Graham. Then her parents. Then the after effects of emotional magic use. "We've got a date. Remember? That's something to look forward to," She stood to Emma's height and pulled her hands out of her pockets. Regina slipped her fingers through Emma's and pulled her closer, "You're not in any of this alone," She kissed Emma's forehead.