Rebel on the Run

Chapter 8

Regina wakes up from her dream, all hot and bothered. She was confused as to what really happened. The hard cider clearly hitting her harder than usual. Exhaustion must be messing with her subconscious.

She gets out of bed, and goes into the living room, checking to make sure that the windows are locked. She makes her way into the kitchen. Her dream making her want to see what may have taken place the night before. All of it seemed so real. There were dishes in the sink, and chicken parm in the fridge. Regina was becoming more confused by the second.

She makes her way back to the bedroom hoping she had missed something. Before she gets to the bedroom, though, she notices the bathroom door is closed. She knocks gently on the door, making sure she doesn't interrupt the person in there.

"Mhmm," she hears from the other side of the door. She takes that as she can enter the bathroom, and slips into the foggy room. The heat from the shower instantly frizzing her disheveled hair. 

Regina was unsure how to proceed. She was still hazy from her dream and everything. Something snapped her out of her head.

"Regina? Babe? Are you okay?" Emma peeked her head out from behind the shower curtain. Concern showing deep in her eyes. 

"I'm sorry Emma. My brain is really fuzzy this morning. I had this really strange, and very realistic dream. Will you remind me of last night's events," Regina asked, feeling helpless.

Emma couldn't help but chuckle at her. "Babe, this is the first day you've been lucid in, like, a week. You've had the flu. Yesterday you insisted on finishing Criminal Minds. You said that it was your favorite show. You seemed to really enjoy the unsub's point of view." Emma couldn't help chuckling as she watched the realization hit Regina's face. 

"That would explain my dream..." Regina seemed reluctant to say. 

"Tell me about after my shower. I'll be done in a sec."

Regina was still confused on what was real, so she decided to just try and wake herself up while she waited for Emma to clear the air. "Alright. I'm going to make myself some coffee."

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After they were settled on the couch, Emma tucking her feet under Regina's butt, nestled under a blanket, drinking coffee, Emma started in on the story.

"Well, last Wednesday you were coming down with a fever. I didn't think much of it. You're tough. You were getting worse, sadly. By Friday you could hardly get out of bed. You demanded we put the TV in the bedroom so that you wouldn't miss 'your shows.' Although, in the year we've been together, I've seen you watch TV, 3 times. Anyway, you watched Criminal Minds, Law and Order, and Judge Judy. That was all you watched. You even bought the entire collection of Criminal Minds that's out so far. Thank you Amazon Prime...." Emma and Regina both chuckled at that statement. "Last night you seemed well enough for chicken parm, so I made it for you. That's pretty much it. You were sick and in bed for about 5 days."

Regina seemed absolutely miffed that her entire dream was just that, a dream. "I'm just a little startled. My dream was so vivid. You broke into my apartment via the window. I thought you were homeless, and I was cop. You turned out to be the serial killer I was chasing. You and I had a sort of connection. You left me a note at a crime scene. You left me trails that led me to catching you. I was there at your arraignment. I woke up from that thinking that that was a dream, only to realize that those events were also a dream. We had sex, and then when I woke up this morning I was confused, and aroused. Are you telling me that this was all a dream?"

"Well that explains your moaning this morning. I just thought you were still feeling sick. That is some inception type shit though, Regina. If I were to read something like that, I would be pretty pissed to find out it was all a dream" Emma joking says, while nudging her girlfriend.

Regina couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of Emma's brain and how it works some days. "Oh Emma, the thoughts that come to your head are ridiculous. You know that, right?" Regina could tell that she hadn't smiled in awhile. The muscles surrounding her mouth seemed tight, almost strained by the action. 

"How are you feeling now? You look better?" Emma could tell that Regina was a lot more animated than she had seen her in awhile. 

Regina seemed to have checked herself all over, giving herself a thorough examination before answering. "I feel a lot better. I believe that I owe you my sincere gratitude."

Emma laughed at that response. "I don't need your gratitude babe. How about you reenact your dream for me. Specifically that part that left you hot and bothered this morning." Emma took that moment for the suggestion to settle into Regina's head, while she set both of their mugs on the table. 

Emma crashed her lips onto Regina's. It had been a week since they had even kissed. Not a real one. A peck on Regina's head before Emma went to work didn't count. This kiss was full of passion and hunger. It was a kiss that let both of them aching in their cores. 

Regina broke the kiss for only a moment to say, "so... about that reenactment."