Sheriff Swan did her job each day. She make her rounds looking for trouble in the evenings. She reported to madam mayor every morning and then did it all over again the next day. She tried her best to never be alone with the mayor. She didn't want to give the mayor another chance to do something funny again. But Regina didn't seem the least bit bothered by the avoidance policy of the sheriff. In fact, every time she saw Emma a warm and knowing smile appeared on her face. It drove Emma crazy with rage. She had half a mind to take her chainsaw to Regina's apple tree again.
Emma threw her red jacket over Mary's chair with a sigh in the empty kitchen. Mary was on a date with Dr. Whale again and wouldn't be back this evening. She microwaved some leftovers into a meager meal and listened to the tick of the clock in the other room.
Life was so boring these days. There was very little crime in a small, sleepy town like Storybrooke and she preferred being on the road, moving from place to place. It was exciting, every day a new adventure. Now she was tied to this town. She felt too guilty to leave Henry all alone to fight the evil bitch queen he lived with. She wanted to help him. No one had ever helped her when she was in foster care. She didn't want the same experience for her son. That's not why she had put him up for adoption.
Her morbid thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. "It's open." she called out automatically.
The door opened and madam mayor stepped into Mary's kitchen. Emma did a double-take as her features flooded with panic. But Regina wasn't look at her, she was examining the kitchen. "I suppose this is Miss Blanchard's idea of cozy." her lip curling into a sneer as she sat a large basket of apples down on the table.
"What are you doing here?" Emma stood up and made more space between herself and the mayor.
Regina smiled and held out an apple. "I thought you might be hungry."
Emma back away even further as Regina stalked closer. Mary's kitchen was tiny. Emma felt the wall at her back in seconds. Regina cornered her, took a bite out of her own apple, and then pressed the red fruit against Emma's lips.
Emma wasn't sure what possessed her to take a bite. Maybe it was the sweet smell of the apple under her nose, maybe she was craving excitement after weeks of dull boredom, or maybe it was the enticing smile on Regina's face.
Emma bit into the same place Regina had taken a bite. Then she shoved the apple out of the way and pulled the older woman against her body, desperately pressing her lips against Regina's own. Emma's fingers curled up into Regina's dark hair as the mayor stroked Emma's face with her soft leather gloves. The snogged each other senseless for a few minutes before Emma pulled back for air. Regina took the opportunity to remove her gloves. "Did you miss me?" Regina asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.