But Togther We Can

Together we can

The cocoa was getting cold in Emma's hand. She had been stuck in deep concentration forgetting to drink the chocolatey liquid. Finally remembering the mug as it began to weigh heavy in her hand she sat it down on the small coffee table in front of her. Casually, she glanced up to a very anxious brunette who was pacing the floors of her study. They hadn't said much to each other all night. Both woman had been to wrapped up in figuring out a solution to a major problem they must face.

Regina broke the silence, "Emma, she is powerful. Clearly, I underestimated just how powerful the evil queen". Regina paused mid sentence hanging her head low, "I underestimated how powerful I...am". Emma stood up from the couch walking over to the very frantic woman. She placed a hand on either side of Regina's shoulders. "You do underestimate how powerful you are but the evil queen isn't you any more Regina."

Meeting Emma's eyes with her own Regina let out a sigh. "If I couldn't defeat her the first time then I clearly can't now." Emma gave Regina's shoulders a firm squeeze. " Your right, your not going to defeat her." Thinking the blonde had reasoned with her, Regina raised her brows in a I told you so. "See", she huffed turning her gaze towards the floor. Emma dipped her head trying to meet Regina's eyes once more,"you alone will not defeat the evil queen but together we will." Regina returned her focus to Emma who gave her a lopsided smile.

Letting out a deflated sigh Regina removed herself from Emma's grasp to take a seat on the black leather couch. Even though her and Emma have defeated the seemingly impossible of battles together, in this moment she lost hope in thinking they could win this one too.

Feeling angsty about not being able to fire up the usually confident woman Emma decided she should leave. Emma squatted down in front of her, "Hey, its getting late I better get going. We will figure this out tomorrow. okay?"

"Okay", Regina said, unconvinced. Emma gave Regina's thighs a quick pat then used them to lift herself up. Emma was bent, half way up with her hands still planted on either thigh. Regina quickly placed her hands on top of Emma's before she could retract them. Surprised by the action Emma's eyes widend. "Uh..Regina..is everything okay?" Emma breathed out.

In all honesty Regina was not okay. An aray of emotions  overtook her. She was terrified to be left alone knowing that the evil queen was out there most likey coming for her first. Getting no response Emma caught the older woman's eyes and raised her eyebrows. "If something is on your mind, please tell me", Emma implored as she flipped her palms to hold Regina's hands in her own.

Regina tensed looking down at their clasped hands. "I hate to ask this but can you please stay with me tonight?" Immediately, regretting the words that came out of her mouth she closed her eyes waiting to be rejected, an unknown fear taking hold. Sure her and Emma have gotten to really know each other and could say they were close. They shared a son and have been to hell and back, literally. This was different, Regina couldn't pin point why exactly she was so anxious to ask her to stay. They were friends after all.

"Sure, but I may have to borrow some comfortable clothes if that's fine with you", Emma responded nonchalantly. Regina let a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. "Of course, I mean that hideous red thing your always wearing can't possibly be comfortable to sleep in", Regina gave a smirk. "Hey, my jacket isn't that hideous", Emma retorted as she shrugged the jacket off. "Thank you Emma for staying. Now if you'll follow me I'll show you to the guest room."

Emma threw the jacket on back of the couch then followed Regina up the stairs to the guest room. "Here's your room. Make yourself comfortable I'll be back with something for you to wear", Regina said exiting the room. Immediately noticing the comfy immaculate queen sized bed Emma belly flopped herself on top of it. She began waving her arms and legs like if she was in the snow making a snow angel. The bed was the softest bed Emma had ever laid on. She reached over grabbing one of the pillows nestling it under her head.