Four Time's Emma get's Regina to dance and the One Time Regina does

Let Your Heart Guide Us

Storybrooke

"Regina!! Come on! You just 'hafta', don't you see? We're like a bacon and egg sandwich, that's how well we fit."

"Oh?" Regina's eyebrow rose. "And may I ask, and I suggest you answer carefully, Ms Swan, who is the bacon and who is the egg?"

Emma giggled. Giggled. "Ok I may be an idiot, but even I won't answer that. Now, will you please just say yes?"

"Ms Swan, you have had too much to drink I think." Regina gave up on fighting the smile that seemed permanently attached to her face since they returned from The Underworld. Since she had her Emma back. She doesn't even question the nights like these, when Emma would eventually end up at her house.

"Pfft, I'm tipsy and I don't know what you're talk'n bout R'Gina." Emma hiccuped and erupted into giggles. Regina stared at her. And stared. And stared. Emma was finally starting to look like the Emma who arrived in town with lions in her heart and fire in her eyes. (Even if her drinking was becoming more habitual. But she'll be talking to Emma about that soon.)

Before curses and Cora and Neverland and the missing year and Robin and Snow Queens and a dagger and sacrifices and Hook.

She was beautiful. In a heartbreaking kinda way. Like someone who loves so hard and expects nothing in return.

"Ms Swan, it's barely spring and you are laying on my front lawn in shorts and a tank top." Regina called from where she sat on the porch step. "And it's," She swiped her robe and pyjama sleeve up to check the time. "Two o'clock in the morning Emma!"

"Regina please?" A pale arm shot up towards her. Emma still laying on the grass, (later she'll claim she was star gazing, but Regina knows she tripped)

"And why on earth would I dance with you at two o'clock on a Tuesday morning? There isn't even any music Emma." The older woman huffed but somehow she knew she'd end up dancing with the barefoot blonde. She stood in a rush when she saw Emma attempt to stand.

"Just one. I just-" She cut herself off with another hiccup. "I just needa remember what it's like."

That was all she said but Regina heard what she was trying to say because she needed it to.

"Robin is upstairs..." She regrets mentioning him when Emma bites her lip and her arm drops. She takes a deep breath. "Okay." Regina sighed and if it came out more breathless than intended she ignored it. "Okay"

Emma looked at her like she held all the secrets of the Universe, clammy, grass-stained hands reached for warm and Emma holds, holds, holds. "We still have no music though."

"We don't need any. Just feel." Emma lifted her hand above Regina's heart and her fingers copied the beat pulsing from underneath. Tapping against her chest.

Regina wraps her arms around Emma's neck and feels Emma grip her around the waist. They're swaying on the spot and Regina thinks if she looks long enough into Emma's endless, ocean green eyes she can almost hear the Universe sing.

And Emma thinks, (as they move together to the sounds of nature, and her nose is buried in dark hair)

'Love shouldn't hurt like this, shouldn't feel like seeing and holding your future and knowing you only get occasional breakfasts and weekly dinners. And having to walk away when Apollo raises the sun. 

A/N, just a quick note. There is literally no order to these lil drabbles. Like at all. Thanks for reading. x