No, woman, no cry,

No, woman, no cry

The blonde was in her apartment, singing along loudly with Bob Marley. She moved her hips along with the beat of the music. At least, she tried to. She put the bottle of whisky back on her lips. Why bother to pour it into a glass when she could drink from the bottle, after all?

"Noooo woman no cry," she belted.

No women, no tears. That's how she interpreted the song at least. She knew that the song wasn't about that, but she couldn't bring herself to care. No women, no tears, no nagging and no frustrations.

"Fuck you, Mills!" she screamed while raising the bottle of liquor in the air. "With your… with your…" She took another swig. "Beautiful ass," she mumbled.

Last time she bothered to look at a clock it was seven. She remembered that. What time would it be now? She didn't even care. The only thing she cares about was Bob Marley's voice, her head relieved from her worries and the way her body was tingling due to the sheer amount of alcohol coursing through her veins.

-Zzmmmmm-

Her movements slowed down until eventually she was standing still. Huh? Despite the alcohol causing her incapable of thinking straight, she noticed something was wrong. She'd heard the song plenty of times, but she'd never noticed that they'd added a buzzer to the mix. After a few seconds the sounds stopped, making her shrug and continue dancing while taking another swig.

My feet is my only carriage,

so I've got to push on through.

But while I'm gone, I mean,

everything's gonna be alright!

A moment later she heard the buzzing again, but this time it continued for a minute straight. There was also banging this time.

I said, everything's gonna be alright-a!

-Zmmmmm-

Everything's gonne be alright!

-Zmmmmmmmm-

Everything's gonna be alright, now!

-Zzmmmmmmmmmmmmm-

No, this wasn't right. She stopped Spotify, silencing the apartment. The blonde could hear the buzzing loud and clear now. The sound was familiar to her and it took her a few seconds to realize what was happening. Oh, her doorbell!

-Zzmmmmmm-

She heard the person bang with the lid of her mailbox. "Miss Swan! I heard the music just now, so I know you're home! Open the door, NOW!"

She recognized the voice, but again it took a few moments to place it. She tried to arrange everything in her head to figure it out.

Point one, she heard her doorbell. Most of the time that meant someone was in front of the door. Point two, when someone is in front of your door, it was expected to open it for them.

Oh, right! She thought. She tried to quickly find a place to put down her bottle of whisky, looking around too recklessly. Due to that recklessness she lost her balance and fell forwards. The bottle Jack Daniels in her hand broke when it hit the leg of one the table next to her couch.

"Oh man, what a waste!" she yelled, looking at the shards of the bottle. Due to the impact on the table leg, it tilted and fell over. "Of fucking course!" she groaned.

-Zzmmmmmmmmm-

"Alright alright, jesus! I'm coming!"

She felt her arm sting when she tried to get back on her feet. Probably due to an unfortunate landing. Ignoring the pain, she stumbled towards the front door, her hands in front of her in case she'd lose her balance again. Finally she reached the door and opened it. Her sight was slightly blurry and she was struggling to stay upright.

"Finally, Miss Swan. Do you always make people wait so long? I-" She stopped talking abruptly and allowed herself a proper look.

Well damn,Emma thought. Speak of the devil..

"..and to open the door half naked!" The blonde standing in front of her was only wearing boxers and a white tank top.

Emma blinked and stared in surprised brown eyes. It was a very comical face and after a second she suddenly started laughing. The teacher, Miss Mills, was standing in front of her door! And she? She was standing in front of her, drunk out of her mind, in her blue cookie monster boxer that Henry had given her for her birthday. The worst thing was probably that she didn't feel any shame. The feeling of a few hours ago had disappeared completely and she didn't care anymore.

The brunette stared at her in disbelieve. She frowned and crossed her arms. It was rather chilly outside. Thanks to the stress of the last hour she'd jumped in a car, driven like a maniac after Sidney had gotten her the address within 5 minutes, and ran out of the car without her coat. Now she was paying the price for that; there were goosebumps on her arms from the cold.

"Are you done laughing?" There it was again… that uneasy feeling. Combined with the earlier panic and frustration, the remnants still coursing through her body, Regina felt like she'd lost control completely. Surprisingly enough this wasn't the first time she felt like that in front of the blonde. Come on, Regina. Pull yourself together.

Emma wiped the tears from her eyes. "I-I think so," she muttered.

Regina observed the student properly now. Her cheeks were colored pink, she was unsteady on her legs and she smelled like…

"Have you been drinking?" It was out before she could stop herself. She could care less about how the blonde spent her evenings, but she'd like to know what this conversation was going to be like. She was going to get her notebook back regardless.

"Maybe," the blonde said softly. "So what?"

The brunette had to try not to react. "Listen, Miss Swan. It's your own responsibility to drink on a work day. How old are you? Twenty-four? Twenty-five? The only question is-"

"Twenty-three."

"Twenty-three?"

"I'm twenty-three, but go on. It was just getting interesting."

Regina bit her lip to stop herself from saying anything she might regret later on. This wasn't the moment, the blonde had something precious of hers after all. "The only question is-"

"-Wait. Shall we take this inside?" Emma interrupted her. "It's, like, zero degrees outside."

Before Regina could answer, she felt how Emma dragged her inside. Once inside the blonde leaned against the now-shut front door and Regina was frozen in front of her. With the lighting of the hallway the brunette could see just how far gone the blonde was. Her eyes were slightly reddened and despite the support of the door, the blonde was still swaying slightly.

"There, better right?" she asked.

Not even Regina could deny that the temperature in the hallway was definitely more pleasant, but didn't indulge her with an answer. She wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, but due to the blonde's inebriated state she began to hesitate about the best way of handling this.

Emma leaned forward a little and rubbed Regina's arms. "Goosebumps. You're cold." She stated.

The brunette looked at the blonde in surprise. Emma's gaze was both endearing and suffocating. She felt the urge to pull back her arms. Every part of her body screamed for her to keep her distance, but the way the blonde's fingertips caressed her skin did something to her. "I-I," she stuttered. "Yes, you're right." She said softly, distracted by green eyes.

What?! Earth to Regina! What are you doing?! Find that notebook and get out of here! The brunette nodded subconsciously, agreeing with her thoughts. "I want it. Now." She demanded. Despite that though, she still didn't try to get away from Emma's hands.

Wow, subtle! Maybe the student had no idea what she was talking about. That could be a good thing, maybe the blonde's habit of procrastinating everything could be of use for once and she wouldn't know anything about the contents of the booklet. But how would she get it back? Was the blonde sober enough to get it for her and return it?

Emma looked at her in shock at first, but then leaned in even more like she was about to share a secret with her. "Ooh…" The blonde grinned.

Regina stiffened and swallowed.

"Is this the part where you throw me against a wall? Sexy."

"Wh-what?!" Regina was speechless, but recovered quickly. "N-no." She cleared her throat. "I- How inappropriate! I- Miss Swan! I-I-"

"Miss Swan," Emma interrupted. "A bit formal, don't you think? You're in my house now, not at school.."

Whereas Emma had been rubbing her entire arm at first, she'd limited herself to her upper-arms now. Regina could feel her heart pound harshly. The blonde took a step forward, no longer having the support of the door now.

Emma looked at Regina intensely and took another step. Earth to Regina! This would be a good moment to take a step back, she tried to tell herself. It just wasn't working, she felt like her feet were nailed to the floor. She tried to avert her gaze and focus on something other than those green eyes. They ended up on the blonde's stomach. Beneath the tight fabric she could see her abs. Shamefully she had to admit that it wasn't a terrible sight.

"Hm, like what you see?" the student whispered suddenly in her ear.

"W-what?" Her lips parted slightly and she took a shuddering breath.

Emma grinned and gently grabbed Regina's chin. "Didn't your mother teach you to speak with two words?" She allowed her gaze to drop to the brunette's red lips.

Regina swallowed and felt a tingling in her stomach. The blonde's thumb caressed her bottom lip. She felt compelled to breathe through her mouth, feeling like her nose couldn't provide her with enough oxygen. It felt like the blonde would be able to see her heart beat wildly in her chest.

Regina closed her eyes to center herself, but when she opened her eyes she noticed Emma had only gotten closer to her. Her eyes widened, "Emma!" was all she could bring out. She finally managed to take a few steps back, which made the blonde lose her balance and fall forward. For the second time that evening.

I'm afraid that's the last chapter I could translate, so I can't guarantee the Wednesday updates anymore! Once a new chapter is out on the Dutch version, you can expect the translation on the nearest Wednesday. I hope I'll see you all soon! (- Kimmiehier)