WARNING: Explicit Content.
Newly engaged, Emma Swan and Regina Mills have finally moved in together... err, Emma finally moved into Regina's mansion, that is.
After comfortably settling in to a new way of life, things seemed to be going pretty smo...
A few weeks had gone by since Regina and Emma's engagement, and as much as they would be happy, the women were just as stressed. There was a lot going on in their world. Through the stress, Emma had finally moved all of her things into Regina's house. Regina had suggested they use a moving company to help, but Emma insisted on doing it herself with a few friends.
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"Em, you know money is no object. Spending a few bucks to get something done is really no trouble at all." "Regina, we don't need to pay a few random people we don't even know to move my shit into your house." Emma explained, "We have friends that are willing to help us.. We'll just have a few beers and pizza afterward." Regina bristled, a look of disgust spread across her face the moment Emma suggested beer and pizza. She never could understand how anyone could eat that stuff and find it to be good. "What about your back Emma?" Regina asked, "We both know you shouldn't be lifting much weight." "My back is fine." Emma replied, "Besides, if something is too heavy I'll have someone else lift it. I'm not stupid." "..just reckless." Regina mumbled under her breath, taking a sip from her coffee. "What was that??" "Nothing," Regina quipped with a smile, "What do you want for dinner?"
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As Emma sat on their bed surrounded in half unpacked, Brown boxes she thought back at Regina's remark from the other day.
Did Regina take a jab at me?? Did she think I was that irresponsible??
Seconds later, Regina entered the room, her jacket slung over her shoulder. "Hey babe," Regina said, "Unpacking?" Emma looked up from the open box in front of her and replied, "Yea. Hopefully I'll finish this up today." "That's great!" Regina replied warmly, laying a soft kiss on Emma's cheek. "Are you going somewhere?" Emma asked her. "Actually, yes." Regina answered. "I'm meeting up with someone who might have some information on the homicide case that I can actually use." "Oh? Looking like that?" Emma questioned, gesturing to Regina's relaxed attire. "What's wrong with this?" Regina asked, looking down at her clothes. Emma's face blushed slightly, "Well, I mean.. usually you take a more professional look about you.. you look like you're going out to a bar or something." "I see," Regina answered, "Well, That's because I am. I'm meeting this person at Roni's Bar. We're going to talk over a drink."
Taking a moment to think, Emma answered, "Ok. Have fun." Raising her brow, Regina could sense the sarcasm in her voice. "Em? What's the problem?" "Oh, No problem here." Regina gave her a look. She knew something was up. Emma was far from pleased. "Emma.." "It's fine. Just go. I know this is important." "Ok, what is the problem Emma??! For Christ's sake, You've been at me all week!" "What are you talking about? I said everything is fine. You're the one freaking out here!" Regina tossed her jacket onto the bed, "You've been giving me this attitude for days! I don't know what I did wrong."
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"Well, for starters," Emma began, "You could offer to stay here and help me unpack, instead of going out for a drink!" "This is for work, Emma!" Regina replied sternly, "I'm not going out getting drunk with friends! There is a difference!"
