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Chapter Three: You + Me

She's standing in the corner of a dark and dirty room. In the middle, there's a bed with two people on it: Emma and a faceless woman. Emma tells Regina to come closer so she can get a better look. The brunette doesn't want to but she has no control as her body moves forward. Then Emma starts kissing this woman but keeps her eyes locked on Regina. She opens her mouth to yell but nothing will come out. The blonde woman begins to laugh maniacally when she sees the pained expression on her wife's face. Tears pour down Regina's face as she begs for an escape.

And then she wakes up.

This was the third time she had this exact dream. Waking up now was no easier than the other nights. The mayor ran to the bathroom as she felt the bile creep it's way up her stomach. She realized that the tears she felt in her dream were actually very real: they continued to pour down her face.

While Regina wasn't admitting it to Emma, she knew that she hadn't been perfect. But she can't get the fact that Emma slept with someone else out of her head. It repulsed her every time she thought about it.

How could she have done this to me?

That question repeated over and over in her head as she sat on her bathroom floor with tears running down her face.

God, what she wouldn't do for a drink right then. Then she realized it was technically Saturday. 1:46 Saturday morning to be exact. But that meant she didn't have responsibilities until 8 a.m. Monday morning.

"Fuck it," she thought t herself as she made her way downstairs. She definitely wasn't going back to sleep where she could have another one of those nightmares again.

There was a full bottle of whiskey calling the mayor's name on her bar top. So what if her and Emma bought it together to share for the upcoming party the Charmings were throwing?

Oh yeah. I wonder if she expects me to still come to that. She can keep dreaming if she thinks that's happening.

The brunette poured herself a decent sized glass and put some ice cubes in it. After she eyed the glass for a minute, she realized she needed a quick fix so she got out a shot glass as well. She quickly downed three shots, not totally immune to the burning sensation running down her throat.

In an attempt to be semi-responsible, she drank half a glass of water before drinking the entire glass of whiskey she poured first.

Several shots and thirty minutes later, Regina was plastered. She turned some music on their surround sound and began dancing her troubles away.

There were things she felt as though she needed to tell Emma. The whiskey made her feel more confident and defensive while these things she needed to say became, apparently, more and more important. So she got her phone and began to type out text messages.

What she thought she sent: I can't believe you did this to me. You're Emma. You were never supposed to hurt me.

What she actually sent: I slab fb believe u didthis tou me. your emma you were neve suppliers to hurt Mae

It was a good thing her phone had decent auto correct and Emma could decipher drunk Regina text messages.

Emma: Regina, I'm not having this conversation with you while you're drunk. Call me in the morning when you've sobered up.

What Regina thought she sent: You would like that, wouldn't you? What exactly were you thinking when you fucked someone else? Did you even think about your wife for one second?

What Regina actually sent: Yu wuold liek that eould nt you? what exaclt y were yuo thininnkg whn u fukked osmenkn els? did you even thindkss abut ur wief 4 on scoend ?

Emma: Regina, stop it. Go to bed and stop drinking, please. I'll tell you anything you want when you're sober.

What Regina thought she sent: I want you to tell me if you cried out her name when you came just like you always do mine.

What Regina actually sent: i wntn youo to tlel me if you cire d her name when u came jsut lkei ouy alwyaa s do mine

Emma: Not that I should even be responding, but I didn't even cum.

What Regina thought she sent: Is that supposed to make me feel better?

What Regina actually sent: IS THat supsos rd to make sme feel better

Emma: Maybe. Idk. Can we please talk about this when you're not drunk?

Regina didn't respond and Emma wasn't sure it was because she fell asleep or grew angrier with the blonde. Truth was, Regina just didn't know what to say to her wife anymore.

Emma: I'm sorry.

A minute later and still no response.

Emma: I love you.

The mayor was still furious but she was more upset than anything at the moment. She was finally lulled back to sleep by her own tears.

When Regina woke up roughly six hours later, he head was pounding. She frowned at the memory of drinking all that whiskey.

Why is my phone next to me?

After she went through last night's text messages, she was horrified.

"What the fuck," she exclaimed aloud.

The brunette couldn't believe her bluntness to Emma. Her cheeks reddened at the thought of the conversation they'll most likely be having in the near future.

She slowly got out of bed and headed straight downstairs. After she poured a shot of whiskey, she brought it up to her mouth and murmured, "hair of the dog,". Regina was proud of herself for not gagging and she went straight to the kitchen for a gigantic glass of water. She chugged it and poured herself another glass of water before heading upstairs to shower.

The steam around her and hot water pounding on her body started to make her feel a little better.

The former evil queen thought to herself about when Emma said she expected more from her. In all honesty, Regina thought she was doing pretty damn good. If this had happened to her when she was in the same mindset she was in seven to eight years ago, she wouldn't have stopped drinking. Sure, she went a little overboard last night but shouldn't she be allowed a little slip up every now and then?

Yes, she realized she was harsh with Emma last night but she would have been much more cruel before. As much as she wanted to push the Savior away, she wasn't ready.

She allowed the water to blend in with the new tears that started falling down her face. She couldn't hold her emotions back when she reflected on how much her life was surrounded by love now. Even though she didn't feel the love at that moment, she knew she would never give up on it. The brunette just wasn't quite ready to work on it yet.

Regina spent the remainder of her day, once again, trying to distract herself. She blared classical music throughout the house (which Emma hated) while she cleaned the house from top to bottom. She caught up on a book she was trying to read and even watched a little television.

Surprisingly, the rest of the day went by pretty fast and it was time for Regina to retreat to her lavish bed.

As she lay in bed, she remembered one particular night in which her and Emma got completely wasted together. Unlike last night, this was a fun night of drinking they shared. They were on their way home from a Halloween party last year and they just couldn't stop giggling the whole walk home. Now Regina can't remember what they were laughing at. But that didn't matter: she could still remember the feeling of pure bliss from all of their giggles.

Emma had coordinated their outfits that Halloween, much to Regina's dismay. The blonde was Thor and her wife was Black Widow. The skintight leather outfit Regina donned all night made it impossible for Emma to keep her hands to herself. And if Regina admitted it, she loved seeing her partner dressed up as a goddess with superhero strength.

By the time they made it home, both women were equally drunk and turned on. They couldn't even make it up the stairs so Emma pushed Regina up against the closed front door once they got inside and ran her hands all along her body. She unzipped the leather outfit and forcefully grabbed one of her breasts, pulling on a hardened nipple in the process. Wasting no time, Emma slipped her hand between Regina's open legs and found that the brunette was ready for Emma.

In present time, Regina's eyes were closed and she slowly realized that her own hand was teasing herself by tracing lines around where Emma was touching her in her mind. She licked her lips and gulped as she realized how horny she was. There was a voice inside her head telling her to just ignore everything and go to sleep but there was another voice, a much more sultry voice, telling her to keep going and imagine Emma there with her.

Of course, she listened to the second voice. Her clothes came off and she found herself almost as wet as she was on the night of that Halloween party. One hand was buried inside of herself as her palm rubbed her clit in just the right way while her other hand was pinching and pulling on her nipples. She cried out her wife's name as she came, wishing Emma really was there with her.

Regina could barely keep her eyes open as she thought to herself that not only did she still love Emma, she was still in love with her. A lone tear fell down her face as she fell asleep better than any other night those last weeks.