The next morning, Emma was woken by the sound of the other Bed and Breakfast guests leaving their rooms.
It took her a while before she realized what had happened the night before.
She was with Regina, that much she knew. They had spent the whole night making out and engaging in small talk. It was so unlike her not to end up having sex with somebody after a steamy make out session, especially one of this magnitude.
She wanted to though, oh god how she had wanted to. But there was something about the queen that had totally freaked her out on that matter.
"When you're done with your inner debate, could you maybe find the time to turn around?"
And there it was. The reason why this was all so damn terrifying. Her wittiness, her sarcasm, the games she played. She was a god damn queen, not to mention evil. This woman could crush her like a bug.
Emma slowly turned around to face last night's only witness.
"Good morning to you too." Her words sounded lazy, yet careful.
Regina smiled back. Her eyes weren't as loving as the night before, but Emma wouldn't have expected it any other way.
Please don't regret last night.
"How did you sleep?" She finally asked when the woman didn't reply.
"Quite awful actually. We have to work on those sleeping habits of yours."
Emma's fears and insecurity slowly faded away.
"At least you're suggesting to giving sleeping another chance."
The queen reached up to cup Emma's cheek. "I am."
It made Emma's heart fluttered as she leaned into the gesture.
"What do we do now?" Regina had been awake the whole night thinking about their potential future. Yet this was all she could come up with.
"How about..." Emma sat up leaning on one elbow. "...we get out of here and have some breakfast." She kissed the woman passionately, feeling a moan escape her. "After that we can go home and talk about it."
Regina gave her a nod in agreement. Being in this room with Emma scared the hell out of her.
It was so...intimate.
When they were all set and ready to leave the room, Regina stopped Emma from opening the door.
She hugged her in silence before giving her another last kiss. "I don't want to do that downstairs." She whispered.
It made sense though, they couldn't go public, not yet at least. Love wasn't all magic carpets and singing tea cups.
"Of course." Emma gave her a sad smile. "Come on, let's go."
When they reached the bottom of the stairs, they heard a very familiar voice coming up to them.
Both women froze on the spot. "Henry..." Emma finally managed to get out. "...and Snow." She gave her mother a WTF?! look. "What are you doing here?" It was obviously a serious question, not a happy statement.
"I wanted to bring Henry home, but Regina wasn't there."
"So you thought it would be a good idea to come here?" Emma asked in surprise. "Really?!"
"Actually," The woman started. "It seemed like a good idea at the time." Realizing how wrong her move had been.
This whole family get-together made Regina feel way to uncomfortable for her liking.
"Well Henry, here I am. Now let's go home." She turned on her heels, and carefully guided her son towards the door with her.
"I'll call you!" Emma managed to get out before Regina closed the door behind her.
"Emma!" Snow looked at the woman in disbelief.
"Haven't I taught you anything?"
The blonde moved her gaze back to her mother. "What does fondue have to do with any of this?"
Snow gave her a playful slap on the arm.
"You know what I mean." She started to look more serious now. "And I have taught you stuff...right?!"
"Relax mom. Nothing happened."
"What?!" A wolfish scream came from the kitchen.
"I went through all that trouble and nothing happened?"
Snow hit Ruby with her handbag.
"Ouch, stop doing that already! What's wrong with you?"
"Girls, women, mom...canine...whatever. Just relax. We're all good ok?"
Emma's face went all love-struck. "Really good, actually."
Snow sat down at the table, trying to regain her composure.
"So now what?"
"We don't know yet." Emma answered. "I can't think on an empty stomach."
She started giving her friend a hopeful glance.
"Fine! I'll get you breakfast. But no juicy details while I'm gone."
Snow gave a disgusted look. "Believe me, NOT a problem."
Regina sat on her couch, trying to focus her attention on a book. Unfortunately the words didn't stick. Her mind kept wandering back to her night with the savior. She missed her, and she hated the feeling of being so codependend. She had always managed perfectly fine by herself. One night couldn't possibly have changed any of that.
Her mind wandered off further. To their dinners, game nights, even the short moments where Emma dropped of Henry. Those never lasted for more than a few minutes. Yet they had been the highlight of her day.
How couldn't I have seen this coming?She jumped up as she heard the sound of an incoming message on her phone. The volume had been put all the way up in case she might miss it.
Hi, How are you?How I am? Well Miss Swan... I am feeling awful, lost, confused and...and...I miss you terribly. Ugh, why don't you just come over already?
- Very tired.I should better not come over then right?
Please say I should...please!
Nothing good can ever come of that.
Shall I come by after dinner?That late?
- That would be fine.
Ugh, why don't you just come over already?
"What are you doing?" Snow watched her daughter running in and out of the house, carrying boxes, buckets of paint and bags of clothing.
Her mother eyed her in suspicion.
"Angry or PMS?"
"Raging!" Her daughter replied. "She is such a bitch!" She turned around suddenly. "No, don't say anything!"
She continued her pacing, grabbing another box from her room and throwing it into the hallway. When she turned around to repeat the action, she was blocked by her mother.
"Please stop for a moment."
"No!" Emma practically yelled, and pushed herself passed her mom.
"Can you at least tell me what happened?"
"Nothing!" Her voice was angry and sad.
She ran back upstairs for a pile of old books, halfway down the stairs she let them drop out of her hands. They made a loud noise as they all tumbled down onto the floor.
"ARGH! What the FUCK!" She let herself drop onto a step, breathing heavily.
"Honey, please tell me what happened." Snow tried again.
"Why? You don't like Regina anyway. What do you care?" She noticed her words were harsh and hurtful.
Snow came up and sat down a few steps below her, resting her head and hands on Emma's knees.
"I do care Emma. Please tell me what happened."
"She's just...not the person she was last night."
Her mother swallowed hard, hoping her daughter wouldn't give her any details about last night.
"How so?" She tried carefully.
"She's cold, and distant, and she's..."
"...Regina?" Snow offered.
Emma smiled shamefully and gave her a nod. "Yes, Regina." She started laughing nervously.
"I am so scared, mom."
Her mother gave her a sympathetic look. "Well, imagine how she feels."
Every Swanqueen story needs a certain amount of drama right?
I promise you...it won't be a lot, and it will be alright. ;-)