Skyline of concrete dreams- SwanQueen

Chapter 32

The barely make it past the door when Emma hands comb through chestnut hair and her mouth claims Regina's. They kiss heatedly, both conveying emotions they can' quite comprehend and even less, express.

The shallow breaths fill the empty suite as they somehow make it to the couch. A shy out of falling Emma turns them around at the last minute, causing them to flip so Emma is on top. They crash down with an 'oomph' and Regina chuckles.

They take a moment to compose themselves.

"Thank you" Emma breathes out.

"For?" Regina frowns.

"For being so amazing today, giving me space and privacy, with Tony and then with Neal, getting us food and being utterly civilized with him."

"Well, I was merely following a behavior code. My mom would never allow anything other than polite..." she teases, smirking. She laughs when Emma slaps her forearm lightly.

"You know what I mean." She huffs and Regina shots up to place a chaste kiss on her mouth before dropping back down.

"I know, and you welcome." She smiles.

Emma lays herself down, lying next to Regina; both barely manage to stay on the narrow couch. Regina wraps her hands around the blonde's form while Emma places her head on her chest, listening to her heart thrumming under her ear.

Emma sighs.

"I know" Regina rubs soothing circles on her back.

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Eventually they part, each goes to her room. Regina offers Emma to join her but the blonde gently declines, claiming she needs to do some thinking. And she does.

She lies awake, staring at the decorated ceiling as she tries to process all the feelings that take over her.

From her being used to feel almost emotionally dead, so much has happened and claimed a piece of her heart it's almost overwhelming. So many emotions are swirling inside her for the better parts of months now; there's doubt and fear and sadness as well as contentment, fondness and other things she doesn't dare labeling, not even in her head.

It's bordering ridiculous how irrelevant her entire life seem in comparison to her current life, the one she since arriving to New York.

With her mind, still filled with thoughts and doubts, she falls asleep after exhaustion finally wins the battle.

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It's a fitful sleep. Too much to ponder about.

Emma wakes up early. She pads to Regina's room, spotting the brunette sprawled all over the huge bed. She almost chuckles at the sight. The contradiction between the messiness of her sleep to her collective demeanor while awake is too amusing.

Having nothing else to do, she decides to go for a run.

She heads into the sleepy streets of Boston. Usually, the streets are never empty. You have the hard working people occupying the streets earlier than the sun and the troublesome teenagers during the night. But Sunday, Sunday morning is always empty, she dares to say peaceful. Even the handful of people who are up at this ungodly hour, aren't rushing anywhere.

And so she runs, basking in the solitude she is lucky enough to experience. She navigates her way to Charles River, finding a whole new level of serenity near the water. She runs along the water, shielded by trees. They're all green since it's summer. Soon, she thinks, they will change into various shades of red and orange and yellow. She can't help the slight ping at her heart thinking about fall time. Yes, she moved on and she is happy in New York. But this is her hometown, this is where she grew up. She wondered those streets for hours as a child, memorizing every nook in those streets. There's a different vibe in this city, slower, calmer and to say she doesn't miss this pace sometimes would be a lie.