Roni

Chapter Eleven

It's been two glorious weeks since Regina and Emma first slept together and both women have been swooning. Emma hasn't really made much progress with this curse because a certain brunette has been consuming most of her time. Not that it's her fault or she's blaming Roni in anyway, it's just she can't seem to keep her mind off of this flirtatious woman. Or her hands...

Emma has made sure to call and speak with her daughter everyday, but her heart is slowly breaking from how much she really misses her. There's a taunting whisper in her mind, persuading her to cave and go home, but she cannot muster up the courage to leave Hyperion Heights. And it most certainly doesn't have to do with dreading the talk she will endure when she finally comes face to face with Killian.

"You okay, blondie?" Roni asks breaking the distracted blonde from her thoughts.

"Yeah, of course," she smiles confidently, despite of her inner turmoil, swinging her feet playfully as she sits on top of the bar. "So, you're really going to have Jack watch the bar tonight?"

"Why not? It's a Monday night, not like we'll be busy," she explains stalking her way toward the bar with that mischievous glint sparkling in her eye. Her warm palms caress the jean clad thighs before she spreads them wide and steps in between. "Besides I think we deserve a night out together."

The stupid grin that embeds across Emma's pale cheeks is slightly dippy, but she cannot compose herself any longer when she is around this wonderful woman. She bends down to kiss those succulent lips in which Roni stretches to her tip toes to meet her half way. The moment their greedy lips connect, a gust of wind bursts around them, causing the two women to break apart from the sudden distraction.

Lucy beams brightly as she comes swooping through the front door, along with the bitter air.

"Emma, Roni!" Lucy shouts enthusiastically, bouncing from one foot to the other like someone pumped her veins full of sugar.

"Whoa kiddo, slow down," Emma instructs through a laugh as her granddaughter eagerly climbs onto the stool beside her. "Hey, aren't you suppose to be in school?"

"Half-day," she shrugs dismissively, "but instead of taking the bus home, I came here. I have to tell you something, but it's kind of private," she states, eyeing Regina so the older woman will take the hint.

"I will take that as my cue to leave," Roni slowly drawls as she presses a kiss to Emma's cheek before she strolls toward the back of the bar, allowing the two some privacy.

"What's up, kid?" Emma inquires, jumping down from the bar top.

"Last night I heard my step-grandmother talking about my aunt who passed away a long time ago. She was saying something about needing a heart?" Lucy informs her blonde grandmother, gaping up at her with those big brown eyes that are always searching for some kind of answer.

"Peter Pan all over again," Emma mutters under her breath, shaking her head in disappointment.

"Oh! You mean she wants my dad's heart because he has the heart of the truest believer?"

"I believe so. Listen, I need to take you back before Victoria freaks out." Emma places her hands upon the little shoulders, peering deep into those big eyes. "You did a good job, but you need to be careful. If she would've seen you spying..."

"I know grandma," she flashes Emma a cheeky smile, causing the blonde's face to fall immediately.

"Regina was right, we are too young to be called that. Emma's fine," she insists while Lucy just laughs in her face. "Roni, I'm going to take Lucy back, I'll see you tonight."