Emma sat on one of the barstools at Granny's diner one night, nursing a scotch, when August slid into the seat next to her.
"Hey there." He said, ordering a beer.
"Hi." Emma took another sip of her drink.
"You look absolutely delightful this evening."
"Uh… thanks?" She heard the bell of the diner door chime and looked up, seeing Regina raise an eyebrow at the back of August's head. Emma turned back to her drink.
"You know I'd really love to take you out for a drink sometime…"
Regina stepped up behind Emma, possessively wrapping her arms around the blonde's waist and leaning in to plant kisses from the base of her neck to her jaw.
"Are you ready to go, babe?" She spoke seductively into Emma's ear.
Emma gulped, suddenly incredibly aroused. "Definitely. Maybe some other time, August."
"Yeah. Some other time. Our dear Sheriff here has a hot date tonight." Regina winked at him, grabbing Emma's hand and pulling her out of the diner.
Once they were outside, Emma yanked her hand from Regina's vice-like grip.
"What the fuck, Regina?"
Regina's face and neck turned a bright scarlet with embarrassment. She'd acted on her instinct - to protect what was hers. No, not hers. 'Emma's not mine…' She thought. 'Yet.'
"I… I… I didn't want to see him with his hands all over you…"
Emma raised a suspicious eyebrow. "Why? I'm not your fucking property just because I'm in your god damn town."
Regina closed her eyes and shook her head gently. She had to get rid of this urge to… to…
She surged forward, her hands finding Emma's cheeks and her lips finding the blonde's.
After a few hesitant moments, she felt Emma's hands on her hips.
'Finally.' Emma thought.