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Regina had left Emma on the sofa to go to finish some of her work in the office, which Emma quickly grew bored of. There was only so much of lying in someone else’s living room alone that one could take, and she has reached her limit. The pain had subsided a bit so she twisted to get herself sitting up, grabbed her crutches and stood up. The living room had a few photos dotted around of Henry as he was growing up, birthdays, Christmas, at the park. It bought a smile to Emma’s face, she was glad that he had a good childhood, had the opportunity to experience what she never did. She must have been stood there for closer to five minutes when her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a mildly annoyed, “Miss Swan.”
She turned her head towards the noise, “Hi.” Regina’s stern expression didn’t give up as she walked towards her, “You should be resting your leg.” She stated staring into Emma’s eyes. “I was just looking at the photos of Henry that you have up,” she replied gesturing to the aforementioned photos. “Of course I have them up, he is my son”. A silence settled between them for a few seconds, which Emma broke with a small Thank you.
“What?” Regina raised one of her eyebrows, of all the things she expected, that was not it.
“Thank you for adopting him. For giving him the childhood he deserves.”
Regina continued to just stare. She doesn’t get thanked often, if ever. It had to be a trick, a way to manipulate her. This angered her and she moved closer into Emma’s personal space, “If you are grateful, why are you trying to take him away from me?” she all but shouted.
Emma let out a laugh, “Listen Madame Mayor, I don’t know how many times I need to tell you, but, I. don’t. want. To. Take. Him.” The air felt thicker, laced with rage. “Well what do you want?” they breathed in the same air, face to face. Nose to nose. Seething with anger, eyes unblinking, scalding into each other.
To figure you out.
Before she could second guess herself Emma bought her hand up to the back of Regina’s neck and bought her in to kiss her. It was frantic and aggressive, no passion, but pure anger. Regina kissed back. Her hair tangling in blonde hair and one around her waist. Crutches fell to the floor in a clatter. A clatter both women ignored. More frantic hands and groping continued minutes passed with Emma pushed against the wall by the former queen. They eventually pulled apart, both taking sharp inhales, gasping, still staring into each other’s eyes.
The fuck just happened?
Before Emma could open her mouth to get any words out, Regina bent down to pick up the once discarded crutches, passing them to Emma, “Get out of my house, Miss Swan, and do not return.”
“Happily.”
And with that she left, so much adrenaline running through her veins, she barely used the crutches when storming out, and making her way to Granny’s Diner.
Bitch.