Meet the plastics (Regina x fem reader)

19 - The morning

The gentle glowing stream of golden light that pours in through the windows and bounces off my face, along with the heat surrounding me that isn't from the thick sheets covering my body, informs me that this is not my own bed. And when I gain more and more consciousness, the extensive comfort of the bed alone is also enough to inform me that I am not at my own place. Oh fuck.

I don't remember much from yesterday. The bar, Damian leaving, the shots, Cady leaving, more shots, Kate showing up, Janis and Kate then leaving, a creepy guy that turned out to just be a lonely guy, a very chill woman, me crying outside the bar, phoning Regina- oh shit. Regina?

The softest groan fills the room and I shuffle even closer to the edge of the bed and squeeze my eyes shut, hoping I'd either turn invisible or wake up from this dream. I don't dare turn around. I mean, I'm guessing it's Regina? She's the only person who I think it could be. But why am I in her bed, next to her? That, I don't know. I'm so incredibly fucked.

Then the largest headache begins to pound at my skull. I quietly move a hand to massage my temples and gain a rapid thirst for water.

"'Morning." A sleep laced voice is murmuring, followed by the most adorable yawn. I hear the rustle of sheets beside me, and feel the ripple against my body. I lay still, hoping if I lay here long enough she'll think I'm either still asleep or dead. "Y/n, come on I know you're awake, I can practically hear your very loud panicked thoughts right now." She shifts up on the bed, a slight strain to her voice as she says, "there's some water next to you, and no, nothing happened I just thought you'd prefer somewhere comfier to sleep than the couch."

I don't budge, only let my racing mind catch up to what it is she's saying. A hand is on my shoulder, carefully sliding it up and down my arm in a soothing motion. "Come on, baby, I don't bite," I freeze at the nickname, "not unless you want me to."

Rubbing desperately at my eyes, I give in and roll over, self consciousness less of a worry as it should've been as my throbbing headache takes first place. "There she is, finally." Regina comments, a wide smirk on her face. I take her in, in her morning glory, bare face, splatters of light freckles across her cheekbones and over her nose usually covered up by makeup, white silk pyjamas and a messy bun. Oh my she's beautiful.
No, no she's not.

I sit up, pulling the covers with me as I try to erase the thoughts from my brain. To be honest, I'd be lying if I said Regina isn't beautiful, because she definitely is and I think anybody with eyes would be able to tell that. But being attracted to her... No. There's no way.

I grab the water, and drink most of it in one go, head resting against the headboard, eyes still closed from how much light is coming into her room from the flimsy blinds and light curtains. "How's the headache?" She's asking quietly, I risk a glance to see she's now turned to face me.

"Horrible. It feels like my head is split open."

She laughs at that softly, "it'll go soon, promise, just keep drinking."

"I'm sorry again for yesterday, it was so inappropriate and wrong of me."

"Y/n, I've already said it's nothing. I'm just glad you're safe, okay?" She says. "Also your phone has been blowing up all morning," she holds out my phone that I presume she brought up with us last night. I check the time: 11.30am. "I'll order us some food."

I skim the messages which are mostly from Janis saying how sorry she is for yesterday and that she's now back home, and then several panicked messages from last night and this morning checking where I am. Guilt and then embarrassment crawls over my cheeks.