Title: Covalent Bonds
Pairing: Regina/Emma
Authors: Exquisiteliltart & Helebette
Rating: M
Disclaimer: These characters are not our creative property
Summary: Regina casts a spell on Emma to erase her from Storybrooke, magic is unpredictable especially when shower heads are involved.
Chapter One
We are stardust. We are golden, we are billion year old carbon. Caught in a devil’s bargain, and we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden…-Joni Mitchell “Woodstock”
Emma
On the ride ‘home’ Emma felt slightly ashamed for a moment, realizing that she couldn’t even cook something the kid would like.
Shame gave way to awe when Emma arrived at the mansion and saw Regina’s freezer setup consisting of numerous home cooked meals, stacked in labeled dishes, next to frozen berries and a green concoction labeled ‘protein shakes’.
Henry burst into the house just as Emma was removing the pasta and chicken from the oven. She grinned at her son as he bounded into the kitchen, but her joy was short lived.
“How was school…” Emma started, only to be interrupted.
“I’m not eating that. It’s likely cursed.” Henry said matter-of-factly as he entered the kitchen. He poked around in the fridge and took out a chocolate shake and an orange.
“Henry, you have to eat more than that.” Emma balked at the kid’s choices.
“You can’t say anything anymore to me. You never really could.” Henry shrugged. “You’re not my mom and you’re not a good person.” He slammed the fridge door. “And I’m moving out as soon as I can, as soon as Emma proves that she can protect me from magic—and then I’ll never have to see you again.”
“Now wait one minute.” Emma felt her hand flutter to her chest before she felt the aching pain that burst beneath her ribcage.
Grief.
She knew this feeling. And it wasn’t her grief—it was Regina’s. Henry’s words brought forth waves of sadness all stored up in Regina’s body.
“No. Don’t talk to me!” Henry shouted before running upstairs.
Emma could only stare, fighting tears, as Henry shut himself up in his room.
She numbed herself with half a bottle of wine she found corked in the fridge and went about cleaning up after her brief foray into cooking.
Regina’s clothes were even more restricting and uncomfortable by day’s end. Emma went through the master bedroom’s closets and found a pair of cotton slacks with a loose tie around the waist. She also found an entire drawer full of silk camisoles in every color.
Emma was still bummed from her conversation with Henry. She sat on the bed and contemplated undressing and redressing quickly. The thing was: whenever she was really upset nothing helped like a hot bath.
Emma agonized over it. Regina’s…body…or whatever, would require a shower anyhow, and what the hell was Emma supposed to do to avoid it?
Half an hour later, after carefully undressing while averting her eyes, Emma lay immersed in the tub with a glass of some really expensive sounding red wine in her hand. The wine had been retrieved from a cellar in the basement. On her way back up to Regina’s bedroom, Emma promised herself a tour of the house. It was enormous. She wondered how many rooms it had.
As she drank her wine, Emma ran her tongue over her lips. She kept straying to Regina’s scar. The scar was safe territory and also so intimate. Whatever had happened, Regina kept it to herself by hiding the injury in plain sight. No one dared ask. Did she fall off a horse in the old world, or whatever the kids were calling it these days? Emma usually wondered if it was the husband…but no, that would mean that Snow White was wrong about her father’s sainthood. Something earlier? Regina’s childhood…
Emma explored Regina’s nose next. It was really a lovely nose, she had to admit. Bigger than Emma’s own nose. Which was cute. Really cute.
What happened next couldn’t be helped. Emma had had three glasses of wine by the time she decided to compare breast size. Then, when her hand strayed lower—noting the musculature of Regina’s torso and thighs and guessing that a running machine must be hidden somewhere in the mansion—Emma stopped herself to chug a fourth glass.
She got out of the water before things went too far, but the mirror across from her was enormous. Couldn’t be avoided.
What also couldn’t be avoided were the internal thoughts, telling Emma that she had been wondering about the Mayor’s body beneath all those conservative outfits for quite some time. Regina had that whole ‘seduction by suggestion’ thing down to a fucking art.
Emma threw on the robe as quickly as she could. It was too late. She was going to touch herself later, in bed, and she was going to ignore how wrong that was. How very, very wrong.
First, a tour of the house was in order. Emma took a calming breath and left the bedroom.
There were six bedrooms in all. An extra bathroom just off the kitchen was convenient when Emma had to pee after the wine caught up to her. Another mirror, on the back of the door, made Emma wonder what the fuck was up with all of the mirrors in this place. Mostly, they made Emma think about touching herself in front of them.
Free of charge—Regina porn.
Jesus, what was wrong with her. Emma laughed nervously.
Regina
Regina had stalked into the Charming’s house and went directly for the bathroom. She had to face the temptation and shame of giving Emma’s body a second shower to wash off the sheep nasty. She focused on her anger and despair about being trapped in Emma, combined with the vigorous scrubbing so she didn’t have to worry about her eyes or hands straying along Emma’s body. After the shower, she went to find something to wear- nothing. Emma’s disastrous room was a nightmare. She forced herself to put on a different pair of jeans – which weren’t clean either- and a new tank top before joining her “parents” for dinner.
“Emma, are you branching out?” Snow asked sweetly waving her fork in the direction of Regina’s plate.
“Hmm?” Regina snapped to attention. She had been so caught up in writing her own tragic story of misplaced poetic justice she hadn’t heard the question. Regina: Eating dinner at Snow White’s table, being referred to as “daughter.” It was fucked up.
“Well, you ate all of your asparagus, which you hate, and haven’t touched your meatloaf, which you love. Usually, you’d be on your third chunk by now and drowning it in ketchup,” Snow answered, her brow furrowing in that special confused way she had about her.
Who the hell serves asparagus with meatloaf? Regina wanted to ask, but instead she pushed away her plate. Even a few shared sentences over the dinner table brought back memories of Snow as a child and Regina as her step-mother taking their meals in the palace dining hall. She’d been better at faking her affection for Snow then. She never thought she’d be in a position to have to do it again, and she was burned out on the whole charade.
“I’m just going to go to my room,” Regina tried to smile with Emma’s slightly crooked mouth, even still, it felt false.
“You’re not going to watch the season premiere of “Raising Hope” with us tonight? It’s all you’ve been talking about for the past week,” Charming asked in a concerned curious way, but to Regina’s ears it sounded like he was being accusatory.
“I need to do some laundry,” she purposely screeched the legs of the chair against the tile as she stood.
Regina inwardly sneered at the worried look Snow and Charming exchanged as she retreated to Emma’s room. Regina refused to wallow in the mess. She gathered up all the clothes in her bedroom, even the ones in the drawers that “claimed” to be clean, and started the laundry with an extra heap of detergent: Generic. Figures.
She vacuumed the area rug, moved the bed to Swiffer and mop, scoured the dust off the mini blinds, and washed the windows. Regina did enjoy cleaning, her head felt clearer when things were in their proper place, but secretly she was using the excuse to search Emma’s room. She didn’t know why, but she felt a tug of disappointment when she failed to turn up a secret porn or drug stash. She did thankfully manage to unearth Emma’s debit card from under a plate that looked to be smeared with rancid dill dip.
After cleaning, she wandered into the bathroom to find Emma’s ‘beauty’ products. What a joke. Aside from an expired tub of Stridex cleansing pads and some Timewise Mary Kay moisturizer that most likely belonged to Snow, there was nothing. The three toothbrushes in the little container by the sink caught her eye. She had no idea which one was Emma’s, and even if she was in her body, the thought of brushing with another person’s toothbrush just about made her gag. She’d have to get a new one tomorrow, and now that she had her debit card she’d buy Emma some proper clothes. The sound of Snow and Charming’s laughter at some sitcom drifting in from the living room set her un-brushed teeth on edge.
Emma only owned 3 pairs of jeans, but she had 57 tank tops, and no pajamas or night clothes of any kind. It just wasn’t right. The threadbare zebra print sheets were warm from the dryer and Regina made up the small lumpy bed. Unable to find a more alluring alternative she threw on a clean tank top and a fresh pair of cheap panties.
She tried to get comfortable. Regina was determined that this nightmare body switch would end as soon as possible. She’d simply have to work harder to find a solution, and she was sure Emma would be of no help to their plight. She bashed up the thin unsupportive pillow in frustration. Lying on her back, she stared at the ceiling. She rested her hands on Emma’s stomach and let them smooth over it, and then up. Skimming her fingers lightly over her breasts back and forth, she felt her nipples harden beneath the fabric. She lost herself in the feeling, rolling the stiff peaks between her fingers, biting her lip to stifle a moan. She quickly regained her senses and pulled her hands away, willing them down to her sides, as there was no need to entertain those thoughts.
The big blue stiff body pillow Regina had previously thought of as a mere decoration now looked like a comfortable option to rest on. She wrapped her arms around it, placing her head on the edge while puffing blonde hair out of her eyes. It was a little better; she shut her eyes willing sleep to blissfully take her away.
She thought of Henry and wondered how Emma was handling him. She hadn’t received any calls from the fire department or the hospital, which was a good sign. She took her small victories where she could get them. Though the thought of Emma touching all of her things made her feel irrationally jealous. She thought about what else Emma was up to, and the rules she had specified about use of her body.
On cue, she felt a nagging burn between her thighs. Emma had an exceptionally high libido. Hadn’t she just taken care of this obnoxious need that morning? On impulse, she wrapped her legs around the ridged pillow and rocked her hips forward. The pressure, combined with a nicely textured friction, caused a little ripple of pleasure as her clit rubbed against the seam of her underwear. Another concise wave of goodness rewarded her effort, and she rocked forward again and again, squeezing her legs tighter pulling the pillow against her center. She was amazed to feel a building telltale pressure and find she was already close. She reminded herself that she was only doing this for necessary relief, well aware she was breaking her own self-imposed rule. Reaching down to toy with Emma’s clit felt too intimate and strange even though she wanted to. She felt a blush color her cheeks as she entertained the erotic thought.
Instead, she slowly rolled over on top of the pillow, propping the edge between her legs to straddle it and humped it wantonly. She gave a few hurried thrusts of her pelvis, grinding down as hard as she could. She rolled her hips in circles along the side of the pillow to increase the pressure on her clit, and in moments she came easily with little effort. She let her body weigh down onto the stiff pillow and uttered a soft contented sigh of guilty relief. It was only just enough of an orgasm to take the edge off, but maybe now she could sleep.
Just then, while she was still ass up and soaking in her light afterglow, Snow knocked on the door. It was a gentle knock, but to Regina it sounded like she was breaking it down with a battering ram.
“Emma?”
Regina tried to pretend to be asleep, arranging the covers over her, but Snow just came in anyway. This was wrong: a 29 year old woman getting tucked in by her mother. Emma needed to get a life and move out before she turned 30 and started living in the basement.
“Tired,” Regina mumbled, turning her face against the pillow.
“I just brought you your nighttime cocoa, and thought maybe you’d want to share how your day went? I heard about the incident with the fire and Regina. Do you want to talk about her tonight?” Snow sat on the edge of the bed and began to rub circles on Emma’s back. Regina had a fight or flight like response to the touch.
“No, tomorrow perhaps?” She wondered exactly how much time Emma spent talking to Snow about her and her plot for control over Henry. What did Snow think she knew of her and Emma’s rocky relationship? Probably nothing.
“Okay, goodnight. I love you, Emma and I’m so glad you came back to me,” Snow leaned forward and pressed her lips to Regina’s forehead. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had bestowed such a simple but sweet gesture of affection on her. She felt conflicted.
“Your room is so clean,” Snow commented looking around in amazement on her way out.
When Snow left, Regina got up, and turned on the light. She felt the need to check on Emma and her body. She dialed her home number from Emma’s phone without bothering to scroll through and see what creative label she had come up with for it.
Emma:
She turned out the lights downstairs and double-checked the doors. Once she got into bed, her curiosity took new turns.
Taking off her robe was erotic enough. The feel of the billion-thread-count sheets against Regina’s bare ass was almost over the top. Emma took a deep breath and let her hands wander again.
Touching another woman’s pussy for the first time was really interesting. Pussy. The word jumped into Emma’s mind. Had she ever used such a term for her own anatomy? Had she even given this much thought to her own body? What did Regina call this awesome mess of ridges and soft mounds and slick hardening flesh? Emma stroked up and down the shaft of Regina’s clit. Slightly smaller than her own and without the lean to the right that Emma’s had. Wow. Her nipples were hard and the sheets were nice on those as well. And the nerves around Regina’s opening were alight with sensation. Emma wasn’t used to this.
She started to breathe harder and harder. Her heels dug into the bed as her fingers slipped around and discovered the sensitive place just on the left of Regina’s clit. When she stroked there again and again, her eyes rolled back in her head.
Her orgasm was deep and intense, not like the short and quick kind that Emma usually enjoyed. No wonder Regina avoided this, this intensity, this intimacy with the whole fucking universe. Regina also got really, really wet, which was different or, maybe, just something that one experienced when sex wasn’t so fast and routine.
Emma stopped touching herself…stopped touching Regina…after two orgasms. She flopped onto her side, upset for some unknown reason, and fell into an uneasy sleep.
——-
The phone woke Emma from a dream. She was disoriented when she leapt out of bed. Emma ran for the phone in the hallway, thinking that something must be wrong with Henry. She swore as she stubbed her toe against the side of the door.
She took the portable back to bed with her and whispered. “Hello?”
“Em…Regina…I mean…” It was her own voice. Emma remembered. She wasn’t in her own body.
“How are things?” Regina asked quietly on the other end. “I mean, you know…” She was obviously trying to sound just like Emma. Snow must be hovering nearby.
“Things are fine. I was just asleep. Ummm….Henry is fine. He was kind of—in a mood…”
“What kind of mood?” Regina sounded worried.
“Nothing just…ummm…so, dinner, right, dinner…” Emma hesitated.
“Oh please tell me he ate something.” Regina already sounded defeated before her question could be answered.
Emma smoothed her hands over her stomach and then patted herself there. It seemed to have an oddly soothing affect. She did it again and smiled. “Ummm…no. He didn’t eat what I made him—what you made him, I mean. He was actually kind of a…well, a jerk…”
Regina didn’t say anything for a long time. Emma couldn’t help but burst out, in the midst of their silence, with what she really thought.
“I mean Regina, he shouldn’t talk to you like that!” Emma found herself experiencing a twinge of anger. “He shouldn’t speak to anybody like that, but especially his mother…”
“So now I’m his mother?” Regina asked calmly.
Emma closed her eyes tightly, wishing to be in her own body, knowing that the ache in her chest was not something she could fix.
“What is your plan?” Emma asked after a minute had passed.
“We’ll meet tomorrow. By the water,” Regina replied. “Near Henry’s old play structure.”
Regina
Regina slept right through her phone alarm. She had never overslept, finding she had much more trouble falling asleep than waking up. She woke up dazed and panicked to Snow’s harping voice calling for her to get a move on.
She realized she was still in Emma’s body and her heart sunk. Trapped. She didn’t really care much about the time. How could she? If there was an urgent matter to be dealt with, someone would be sure to call. What was she going to do anyway without so much as the badge and she didn’t even know how to shoot a gun?
She still had time before she had to meet Emma. She might make her wait anyway out of spite. She wanted a bath. A nice hot soak might relieve her tension. She got a fresh towel and went into the bathroom, ignoring Snow’s flapping jaw as she brushed past her in the hallway.
She filled up the bath with water, and took off Emma’s panties and tank. She’d never get used to undressing the other woman’s body, but she was getting slightly more comfortable with it. If she was going to be trapped in her, she might as well make her up as she saw fit. She let herself look in the mirror: Emma’s carpet was quite shaggy, which was definitely not to Regina’s preference. She contemplated briefly using Charming’s electric razor, but knew that would tangle and hurt her sensitive regions. She looked around the bathroom cabinets finally coming up with a hand mirror, a little pair of scissors, and a pack of disposable razors. She searched for shave gel: apricot scent. Yuck. It would have to do.
It was kind of fun tying up Emma’s long thick hair in a bun. Regina hadn’t had the chance to style long hair since the old days. She admired her work in the mirror, and sunk into the hot water just relaxing; trying not to think or worry for a moment. She smirked as she thought about what Emma would think when she got back into her body to find Regina had done some…trimming.
She threw one leg over the edge of the tub and slid down, pushing her hips out and the hand mirror in front with her left hand. Her eyes widened as she took the first glimpse of Emma’s pussy. Her heart beat faster in excitement and a little shame as she slipped her fingers down and revealing different views. She took the little scissors and trimmed the hair short, and lathered gel around the whole area. She took the sharp razor and shaved her precisely.
“Emma, I’m leaving!” Snow startled her and almost caused the razor to slip. She didn’t want to deal with any gashes especially down there.
“Okay, go!” Regina growled. She was not staying in this house another night.
Emma:
Morning in Regina’s body was even more of a revelation than the night had been. Regina’s alarm was the sound of birds singing, starting out really quiet but getting louder as Emma slowly emerged from her sleepy state. No obnoxious beeping or angry shouting or pounding on the door…
…and Regina’s clothes! Nicer even than the sheets had been (though Emma let herself roll around in those for a while.) She showered quickly and threw on a robe. Emma wanted to choose her outfit carefully—sticking to neutral colors and simple ensembles. She realized she wanted to impress Regina with her dress up choices. She wanted her approval, which she definitely would lose if Regina found out where she had been exploring her the night before. What if she could tell somehow? Emma thought in paranoia.
Emma opened the door to listen for Henry, and was about to throw her outfit on when she looked down at the label.
“Holy shit!” She knew this designer and also knew that his blouses must have cost Regina thousands of dollars.
She heard Henry’s footsteps before she heard his voice.
“Mom? Why are you swearing at your clothes? And since when do you swear?” He called out from the doorway.
“Oh, hey ki…Henry. Hello Henry.” It took a second but Emma did her best to fall into character. “I was just realizing that I do not have nearly enough from Michael Kors Spring collection.”
“Whaaaatever.” Henry glared at her suspiciously. “And did you almost call me…”
Emma put on her best ‘I’m the biggest beotch in town’ face.
It sort of worked. Henry still looked suspicious but he left Emma alone.
She closed the bedroom door and did her best to dress the part of Regina Mills, Uptight-Mayor. Whatever. Fuck it. Emma couldn’t even put on tights without ripping them.
Makeup was another problem. Even when Emma managed to get on a pair of hosiery, she couldn’t mimic Regina’s other routines. There were eyebrow tweezers to deal with also. Emma had already noticed in the shower, that Regina’s legs were still smooth. She guessed that Regina used waxing services somewhere in town. After exploring Regina’s vajayjay the night before, Emma was convinced that the waxing-technician trusted with Regina’s legs was trusted with other parts as well. Emma hoped they would be switched before anything really messed up had to be done. God, she had never given so much thought to body beautification and maintenance.
“Godfuckingdammit,” Emma hissed and threw away the eyebrow tweezers when she tried to pluck something. Regina would have to deal with unkempt eyebrows when she got her body back.
“Whoopdy-shit.” Emma muttered, rolling her eyes in the mirror. She managed the eyeliner and dark mascara just fine. Regina’s cream foundation was easy enough to apply, and they even had the same powder foundation stuff…
Nope—they didn’t. Emma realized that the tone was completely different from her own. Huh. She hadn’t quite realized that before—where was Regina from, originally…Emma wanted to ask, but had immediate problems in need of solving.
Emma remembered looking at Regina up close one day, after some town meeting, and seeing a kind of silver’ish glint above her eyelids. There was one powder that looked a bit different than the others. She tried to apply this to her eyes in the same way it appeared on Regina, but the effect was slightly off.
She could pass though. She looked like a soft drag version of Regina. It would have to do for now. Her phone rang on the way to town, the caller ID said it was “S-dawg”:
“Hello?”
“Madam Mayor?” Sidney sounded conspiratorial and nervous, which was never a good sign.
“Uh, yeah?”
“You told me to alert you at once if this ever happened. The Sheriff has just been spotted in close proximity to your tree. She might be planning to cut it down again.”
“Okay, well, does she have a chainsaw or something?”
“No..she seems to be watering it and now she’s picking apples. I think she’s um talking to it? But she could-”
“It’s okay, I’m not worried.”
Regina:
Regina debated whether stopping by to check her tree was a good idea, but she needed her apples, and no one else was going to take care of it. She certainly wouldn’t be asking Emma to tend to her precious.
Just a quick stop. Just a little visit. Her tree was like her baby, and she had embarrassingly started talking to it as such ever since she couldn’t be that way with Henry anymore.
She unfurled the hose and got her little basket she kept in the gardening shed. She picked a few apples, “Good tree; such a beautiful tree. I know you’re probably scared of how I look, but don’t be, it’s me: your mommy.”
Emma:
girl you are a beauty ,well I am a beast, they must have been trippin’ to let me off the leash,
I like the way you grind with that booty on me
Emma stopped at Granny’s on her way to meet Regina. She smiled brightly when she took in the familiar sights and sounds of the place. She was in a good mood, until the diner fell silent upon her arrival.
“Ummm…I’ll have one black coffee, and one with cream and sugar. However Em…ummm…Sheriff Swan, usually takes her.”
“Are you meeting with the Sheriff today Mayor Mills?” Granny asked. She was sort of cold. It made Emma sad. Emma nodded as a result and didn’t bother making small talk while her order was filled.
“Have a nice day.” Emma said quietly, her eyes glued to the floor as she walked out. She missed the shocked look exchanged between Granny and Ruby.
She reentered Regina’s Mercedes, and wasn’t paying close attention as she turned the key and cranked the volume.
Gaga in the room, so starstruck, Cherry cherry cherry cherry, boom boom
The clutch was a lot more sensitive than the one in her bug and she killed the engine once before looking around in embarrassment and restarting it before peeling out. The folks in Granny’s looked on from the window in shock.
Rollin’ up to the club on the weekend, Stylin’ out to the beat that you’re freakin’
Fantasize on the track that you’re tweakin’, Blow my heart up….
When Emma arrived at the windy hill where Henry’s wooden castle had once stood, she was all prepared to be super nice to Regina. She figured that it must get pretty lonely to have absolutely no friends in town, other than Sidney who was a skeevy pain in the ass.
Regina took her coffee without so much as a thank-you, and looked her over, “My hair! What did you do to it?”
“Um..I was going for your flicky look,” Emma said, self-consciously smoothing a strand away.
“Well, you failed, I look…flat. Come here,” Regina beckoned Emma towards her and started to tousle her hair, trying to make it look presentable. The wind didn’t help, and Regina gave up.
“Sorry..I tried,” Emma muttered as Regina shook her head, and started rambling on and on about work right away.
“We don’t have time to work on switching back. You have to meet with the District Attorney, Albert Spencer, also known as King George, today. As in immediately.” Regina took a swig of coffee and sighed almost contentedly, “I saw them all skulking around the library this morning on my way here.”
“Oh. Ok. Well. He wants to carry swords around all day, is that the issue?” Emma stood awkwardly next to Regina, feeling really out of place in her clothes and also feeling really cold. It was windy. As always. She tried to sidle closer to Regina without anybody being the wiser.
Regina turned and scowled at her. It was bizarre, being scowled at by oneself. Emma took note of it even as Regina babbled on.
“Be very careful, Ms. Swan. This isn’t just about embarrassing me. Those permits will allow the former Kings to arm all of their previous guards. My own Honor Guard has been missing for months. I want the permits to be delayed—at least for a month, while I…” she stopped.
Emma scowled now. “While you what? Carve a wooden sword for yourself? Master more magic? Bring Henry to the shooting range? Do we even have a shooting range?” Her jaw clicked when she clenched it suddenly. Emma massaged her cheek with the tips of her fingers. Regina obviously clenched her jaw and ground her teeth in the night.
“Just—trust me. Ok? And choose your loyalties well, if the subject of Kings other than George arises. Our D.A. is James’ adoptive father—he hates Snow White as a result, so don’t talk about her at all. Kathryn—Abigail—is the daughter of King Midas. She hates him and is utterly loyal to James and Snow. And Belle’s father is a small-time leader whose main selling point for us, is that he hates Rumplestiltskin even more than we do.” Regina paused. “Come to think of it, we might have more luck with him than with the rest.”
“Do they all get along?” Emma shifted closer, surprised that Regina was allowing it. Regina glanced sideways, where their arms were nearly touching, and whether consciously or not, shifted herself so that she was actually shielding wind from Emma.
“I’m not sure yet.” Regina shook her head. “What matters, is what they are all up to. And it isn’t good. It also doesn’t include me, which makes me very, very nervous.”
“What do I call all of them?” Emma hated asking stupid questions, but she wanted to get this whole thing right. It was starting to seem really important.
“Avoid calling them anything. They’re all quite angry about the curse, and seem to think that I altered their perceptions of their favorite identities.”
“So they like who they are here? That’s a problem?” Emma was growing impatient with these assholes and she hadn’t even met with the head King Asshole yet.
“It is if who they are here doesn’t fit with who they were before,” Regina shrugged. She didn’t look as if she fucking cared.
Something occurred to Emma almost as an afterthought: Henry.
“Wait, If I have to go to this meeting and defend you all day, then who is going to pick Henry up from school today?”
“I will pick him up, and bring him home after,” Regina volunteered, trying to hide the excitement in her voice.
“So you’re allowing me to pick up Henry, funny how the tables turn when-” the gloating died on Emma’s lips when she felt her own pain swelter just at the mere mention of Henry. The look on her face clearly showed that Regina felt it too.
Regina sighed wearily in Emma’s body, blowing her hot coffee-scented breath right in Emma’s face, “You should go, Ms. Swan.”
Emma scowled and leaned closer, “I brought you coffee. Let me drink mine in peace.”
“No time. Now…shoo.” Regina’s eyes shone as she waved Emma away.
“Was that a joke? Omigod! What a funny, funny little imp you are!” Emma grumbled as she turned, but not before seeing Regina roll her eyes.
“Be careful, Ms. Swan,” Emma lowered her voice and did her best to act the part of ‘Threatening Regina’. It would have worked had she not started snickering.
“Giggling? Excellent. Please, do bring that adorable personality to your meeting today.” Regina was trying to be a jerk but she was still in Emma’s body, and somehow it just didn’t fit.
Emma laughed harder, all the way back to Regina’s car. Once inside, though, her nerves got the better of her. She drove slowly back to town.
Hummers and all that fully loaded with two ballers, What do you call that when you’re shawty with two daughters?