Swan Queen Once Shots

Ice Cream Isn't Meant For Sharing

Emma was at her house, it was her day off and there was no one around to bother her. Her parents went on a trip with Neal and Henry. She is pretty sure they went camping or hiking, one of the two. She didn't want to go, mostly because if they all went that means that she got a week of peace and quiet. She smiled at the thought, of course she would never tell her parents such things. She used the excuse that someone needed to be there just in case something bad happened. They can't leave the town without its sheriff and its deputy, that would just be irresponsible. They bought it of course, which is why Emma is sitting on her couch in a big comfy sweater, yoga shorts, her yellow fuzzy socks and her thick framed glassed with her hair in a messy bun. She couldn't get comfier if she tried- oh wait yes she could but she already has that blanket draped over her lap. She chuckles to herself in pure happiness as she picks up the container of ice cream she brought from her kitchen and opens it, grabbing her spoon and scooping a gracious amount onto it to eat. Using her magic, since she's been practicing, she turns on Netflix and continues the series she has been binging most of the day. It has only been two days since her family left on the trip but she worked the other days they were gone. Once Olivia Dunham showed up on the screen she sunk into the couch looking as if it was absorbing her. She was so lost in the show, and let's face it her ice cream, she didn't hear someone coming into her house. She pretty much though everyone who ever wanted to be around her was busy this week so she didn't have anything to worry about. 

"What in gods name are you doing Emma?" Regina looked slightly appalled yet in awe of the way Emma was just sitting there and eating a container of ice cream. 

Emma would have thrown the container and spoon if she didn't have such a kung-fu tight grip on each item. "What the hell Regina!" Emma coughs now just realizing she was in the middle of a bite when the brunette about gave her a heart attack. "Why are you in my house-wait, why aren't you camping?" Emma was confused, she remembered her parents saying they were inviting Regina to go out with them. That was one of the only reasons Emma actually almost went. 

Regina raises her eyebrows, "A camping trip with the love birds? No thank you, I'd rather watch the Disney version of Snow White." She spoke the last part as if it was disgusting to say, making it show how much she would really not want to be camping right now. 

"They definitely messed up on your looks, huh." Emma smirked with a small laugh as she started to poke her spoon back into the container, not really trying to get another scoop yet but breaking it up. "What are you doing here?" Emma paused fringe a few moments ago in her panic when Regina showed up. 

Regina smirked at the comment about her looks, knowing to take that as a compliment. "Well I heard you didn't go with your family and decided to come see what you were up to." She crossed her arms and raised her eyebrow, "Not exactly what your mother said you were going to be doing."

Emma winces slightly and takes a small bite of ice cream, "Please don't tell her." 

"Please be an adult and don't talk with a mouth full of food, even if that food is pure sugar and you shouldn't be consuming it anyways." Regina huffs and makes a move to take the ice cream away from Emma, to which the blonde looked like Regina was about to rip her heart out. 

"Don't take my ice cream!" She holds it on the opposite end of where Regina is. "I bought it with my adult money, and I am eating it in my adult house that adult me pays for." 

"You could at least use a bowl," Regina says still trying to micromanage the situation.

"Sorry not happening, today is my day. I get to sit in my comfy clothes, eat ice cream and binge watch the most amazing show ever. Not even you are going to come in here and take this away from me." She was determined to have this day how she planned it and that did not include being shamed into eating out a bowl, or even putting a bra on.