DoorStep

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Emma's POV

I wake up and I feel silk sheets under me and a fluffy blanket over me. I look around and then memories from last night come in. I sit up and see bags on the bed. I open them to see clothes. I sigh and decide to take a shower. There's a white towel and a blue loofa folded neatly on the sink. With a note.

'I figured when you awoke you might want a shower so here's something. There's body wash and hair shampoo and conditioner in the shower. Left is cold. Right is hot. I'm downstairs if you need me'

She doesn't seem too bad. I grab a pair of boxers and a white shirt. It's plaid blue and red. My favorite colors well and yellow. Like the car I want. I hop into the shower and wash off all the dirty. I wash my hair and see all the dirt go down the drain. The hot water burns my scars but it's fine. After that I get out, put on my boxers and my white short sleeve shirt and it fits well. I put my hair in a ponytail to keep it out of my face and let it air dry. I brush my teeth with the new toothbrush sitting on the counter. I go downstairs roaming the house until I find her sitting. Crossed legs on the couch doing paperwork? I sit down and she looks over at me and smiles.

"Thank you for the clothes. And a bed and breakfast."

"It's quite fine dear" She likes me. I smirk.

"So how old are you" I ask. She looks up and examines me looking me up and down. And she's checking me out. She definitely likes me.

"That's hardly an appropriate question Miss" She stops.

"I don't know your name."

"Emma, Emma Swan" I hold my hand out and she shakes it.

"This is the part where you tell me yours" I say.

"Regina Mills" I smile Queen in Latin.

"So now I ask you again Regina how old are you?"

"I'm 24"

"What?!" She looks at me confused.

"Is there a problem Miss Swan?"

"No you just look young. I would have thouhh you were 19. Maybe 20. Maybe."

"Flattery will get you no where Miss Swan."

"I'm 17."

"What?!" It's her turn to be in shock now. Do I look younger?

"Surprised?"

"Yes you look older. I would have thought 20 maybe."

"Oh flattery with get you no where Miss Mills" She grins sheepishly and goes back to work.

"How is that question inappropriate?"

"Hasn't your mother taught you asking an older person their age is not nice" She laughs and I frown.

"I don't have a mother. Would you rather me ask you what's your favorite sex position" I watch her face turn a deep shade of red and I smirk.

"I'm sorry and that's extremely inappropriate."

"It's okay. I don't like to talk about it."

"Would you like to tell me how you ended up in front of my door?"

"I'm running away" She looks at me confused.

"Don't worry it's not from my family. I'm adopted. The people I live with are abusive. I've been there for roughly six months. And I just got tired of being beat so I ran and ended up wherever I am now."

"You're in Storybrooke Maine and I'm so sorry."

"I don't need your pity" I spit.

"I'm not pitying you. I know what you're going through."

"You have abusive adoptive parents?"

"No I have an abusive mother. I got away when I turned 21" She looks down and I scoot closer putting my hand over hers. She moves her hand away standing up.

"I'm sorry did I upset you" I ask.

"Are you hungry? I'll make lunch" She walks away and I sigh. I walk into the kitchen and lean against the wall. She's making chicken and noddles. She looks at me and I smile but she looks away.

"I'm sorry did I make you mad or something?"

"No"

"Then why won't you look at me?"

"I've never told anyone she hit me. You're the first person to know" I move closer but I watch her body tense so I put my hand over hers which is on the counter.

"I've never told anyone about me."

"Why did you tell me."

"I don't know. I weirdly trust you."

"You don't know anything about me though."

"I know your name is Regina. I know you're insanely beautiful. I know you're 24 and you've had a fucked up childhood."

"That's not a lot."

"It's enough to make me want to know more. I wanna know what makes you happy. Do you like cuddling and forehead kisses. Do you like little love letters. Do you like movies and popcorn dates. What's your job? What pisses you off. Do you want kids? What's your favorite color. Do you like reading? What's your favorite food?Do you like candy? What's your favorite?" I stop and she smiles.

"I love cuddles and forehead kisses. I like love letters. I like movies and popcorn but not too much butter. I'm the mayor. I hate ignorant people. Liars. Cheaters the list goes on. I want lots of kids. My favorite colors are red and black also purple. I love reading. I like salads. And lasagne. I love candy but I don't eat it a lot. And twizzlers are my favorite" I smile and she grabs a plate putting the finished noodles on and then two pieces of chicken for both of us.

"Thank you for lunch. And opening up to me" I say.

"It's not problem dear" I lean on the island and eat. She cleans up before eating.

"What about you? Do you like cuddling and all that stuff?"

"I like cuddling. I give forehead kisses. I like to write love letters so my girlfriend knows how much she means to me. I love movies and too much butter in my popcorn. I used to help with my forster father at work. But I kinda enjoyed it. He was sheriff and I loved dreaming of being a cop one day. I hate liars as well. I see myself having kids but by accident. Not planned. I like red, blue and yellow. I despise reading. I love burgers. Greasy food is like sex to me. I eat candy all day everyday. I don't have a favorite I love it all"

"You said girlfriend. You're bisexual?"

"'No I'm fully lesbian."

"Cool."

"Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah it's fine. I've just never met anyone who is gay. Or maybe no one has ever told me."

"Trust me if they hang around you. They are lesbian" I say checking her out.