Author's note: I will list the songs used for lyrics at the end of the chapter. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy!

That night, Emma knew she'd need a few drinks to steel her courage, so she had a few shots of whiskey before going over to Regina's bus.

"Welcome, welcome," Regina said with a smirk. "Come on in."

Emma stepped into the bus and looked around, asking, "No Robin or Ruby?"

"They're out getting trashed with some other groups. Ruby's got a thing for a girl in some newer group."

"Oh, I see," Emma chuckled.

"And what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Do you have a thing for anyone?"

Emma's lips parted, and she felt her mouth become dry.

"What… What do you mean?"

"I mean, are you into anybody?"

"I mean… I thought… I thought you knew."

"Knew what?"

"I've been pining after you since I first saw you play," Emma confessed with a shrug as she averted her gaze.

Regina raised an eyebrow. When she realized Emma wasn't going to make a move, she beckoned her forward, "Come here. Sit down."

Emma obeyed, her legs feeling like Jell-O as she made her way over to the bench.

Before she could say another word, Regina was straddling her lap, cupping her face in her hands, and kissing her. Emma was surprised to find that she enjoyed the burning taste of alcohol on Regina's tongue, and she wondered if Regina could taste it on hers too.

"Fuck me," Regina husked, biting down on Emma's earlobe.

"But—" Emma tried, concerned that Regina's bandmates would be back at any moment.

"They won't be back for a while. We have time."

Emma moaned when Regina bit down on her lip, sliding her tongue over the bite marks.

"I want you," Regina asserted, kissing Emma's neck insistently. "Please, Em."

Emma nodded, pulling her own tank top and sports bra up over her head to expose her breasts, which Regina palmed gratefully.

"Ughhh," Emma moaned, upon feeling Regina's fingers slip into her panties and rub her clit.

It was an awkward position – the bench was too small – so Regina got up and pulled Emma over to the tiny table and sat on it, her legs hanging over the side. Emma took the invitation without hesitation, pulling Regina's tight jeans and lace panties down past her ankles before dipping her fingers into Regina's wet folds.

"Emma," Regina gasped, feeling the girl's skilled hand touching her most intimate area.

Emma kissed Regina's neck slowly, sucking on her pulse point, as her fingers moved in and out, until Regina was whimpering.

"Come," Emma whispered, licking the shell of Regina's left year as she curled her fingers inside the girl's center.

Letting out a strangled gasp, Regina tipped her head backwards, crying out, and came, soaking Emma's hand in her arousal.

"Good girl," Emma purred, stroking Regina's sweat-soaked hair back.

"Ugh," Regina breathed, coming down from her high. "That was so good."

Emma nodded and licked her lips, smiling at the brunette as she stood in front of her.

When Regina moved to slip off the table to stand, Emma gently pushed her back and leaned in, closing the space between them and kissing Regina's lips.

"You're a really good kisser," Regina giggled, when Emma finally pulled away, leaving her hands on the girl's hips.

Emma shrugged with a smirk and replied, "If you say so."

Regina nodded and told her, "I say so. Anyway, the buses are gonna get going soon, and Robin and Ruby should be back any—"

"Hey, guys!" Robin shouted from the bus door as it opened. "Oh, shit. Sorry."

"Can't you guys do that somewhere else?!" Ruby cried. "We fuckin' eat on that table! At least, we used to."

Regina burst out laughing, and Emma scrambled to grab Regina's clothes and shove them into her hands. But Regina was relatively cavalier about the whole thing, mostly unfazed as she casually pulled her panties back on, leaving her jeans on the table as she hopped down.

"Dude," Emma gawked, staring at Regina's nonchalant demeanor. "I… gotta go…"

Regina shrugged with a smile and said, "Night," leaving Emma to return to her bus with her cheeks burning.

~!~!~

In the morning, when they arrived at the next venue, Regina didn't greet Emma at her bus. In fact, she didn't hear from her all morning. She almost – almost – went over to her bus, but her fear that Regina regretted what had happened, or just plain wasn't interested, stopped her from contacting her.

That night, they were supposed to perform their song together. Emma, for the first time since the tour had started, did not attend Regina's set that day. Instead, she stuck close to her bandmates and practiced until her fingers hurt from the guitar.

When it was time for her band's performance on the main stage, Emma started to think Regina wouldn't show. To her intense surprise – five minutes before set – after they'd done the mic check, Regina showed up.

"Hey," the girl slurred.

Emma's mouth nearly fell open. Regina was a mess. Her cheeks were red and there was a small amount of sweat on her brow. Obviously, she was tipsy, at the very least. Maybe even drunk.

"Are you kidding me?" Emma gawked. "Are you drunk right now? We have a set!"

Regina shrugged with a laugh and pulled out the flask she'd stuck in her pocket, asking, "Want some?"

Rolling her eyes, Emma snatched the flask from Regina's hand and mumbled, "Well, I fucking need it now, don't I?"

"Liquid courage!" Regina cried with a laugh.

"I hear that, love!" Killian cheered, grinning at her. "See, Em? This girl knows how to have a good time."

"Shut the fuck up, Killian. If we fuck up this set—"

"We won't," Regina slurred, suddenly serious. "I won't."

Looking skeptical, Emma stepped out onto the stage with her bandmates, leaving Regina waiting in the wing to wait for their song which was the last one in their set.

When it was finally time to join Emma on stage, Regina felt her heart racing, despite the calming, sedating effect of the alcohol. This was it.

"Alright, you guys!" Emma shouted to the crowd. "We've got a little surprise for you! My friend and I just wrote a new song, and we're ready to let you guys hear it first!" When the crowd cheered, Emma announced, "Say hi to Regina Mills, guys!"

Crowd going wild, Regina stepped onto the stage and waved enthusiastically, then stepped up to grab the mic.

Though she was nervous, Regina was a natural, and once she was on stage, she was completely on point. Completely in her element.

Emma was relieved to find that once they started singing together, Regina didn't miss a single note.

After the show, and after an insane amount of cheering from the crowd, Regina followed Emma off stage.

"You're a fucking mess," Emma hissed, scowling at Regina. Then, tone softening, she said, "But you did a good job."

"Of course I did," Regina laughed, still slurring her words slightly. "I always do."

"Modest too," Killian laughed, patting her on the back. "Well done, love. Fuckin' slayed it."

"Why, thank you, sir," Regina giggled, leaning in drunkenly to kiss his cheek.

Emma's eyes went wide as her stomach filled with stones, and her eyes filled with fury. Was this seriously happening?

"Who wants to come back to my bus and have a few drinks?" Regina offered with a grin.

Killian raised a hand, announcing, "I'm in."

Belle agreed and stepped closer to Regina with a smile.

Emma just sighed and mumbled, "Nah. I'm good. I think I've seen enough of you getting shitfaced."

Regina laughed at this, pushing her hair back out of her face, and Emma couldn't help but stare at the small beads of sweat coating her forehead and wetting some of her bangs. The red streaks in her hair were hot. But Emma was pissed. How could Regina show up drunk like this? This was their first live performance of their new song. At least she hadn't fucked it up.

Feeling dejected and annoyed, Emma made her way back to the tour bus.

After an hour or so of moping around the bus, overeating sweets and whining to herself about how annoying Regina was, she could stand it no longer. She felt left out. It was her own fault, really. Regina had invited all of them. But still, it wasn't like Emma wanted to see her drunk. Her aversion to being alone won out, though, and she made her way to Regina's tour bus in the dark.

When she knocked on the door, but it was too loud for anyone inside to hear her, Emma opened the door and stepped inside the bus. Belle, Ruby, and Robin were sitting in the common area with beers in their hands, laughing and joking with each other. But there was no sign of Regina.

"Hey," she said to the group, after a few moments of standing awkwardly and trying unsuccessfully to be a part of the conversation. "Where's Regina, anyway?"

"Dunno. Thought I saw her slip into the back with Killian," Robin mumbled drunkenly, taking another long swig of a beer in front of him.

"Hey!" Belle cried. "That's mine!"

"Whoops," Robin laughed.

Rolling her eyes, Emma stepped towards the back of the bus. As soon as she made it to the back room, her stomach flipped.

Regina was lying on the bed, and Killian was unmistakably leaning over her, pants down at his ankles, thrusting into her wildly as she gripped the sheets.

"Oh, my God," Emma breathed, staring at the train wreck in front of her, unable to tear her eyes away. "Fuck. You. Regina."

When Regina's eyes snapped open upon hearing Emma's voice, the blonde finally turned to walk away.

"Emma, wait!" Regina cried drunkenly, shoving Killian off her roughly.

But Emma was already running out of Regina's bus, back to her own.

That night, until three in the morning, Emma wrote her group's next song, alone.

In the morning, she shared it with her group members, completely ignoring Killian but knowing she had to tolerate him for the sake of the tour. I fucking hate you, she was thinking, unable to look him in the eyes.

"Emma," he had tried, putting his hand on her arm. "Listen—"

"Fuck off," she hissed, slapping his hand away as hard as she could. "Just do the fucking drum line, you fuck."

Sighing, Killian sat down at his drum set and complied with the command.

~!~!~

Emma wasn't sure if she was pleased or pissed that Regina showed up to her set that night, on the next stop of the tour. She could see her in the audience. She was somewhat disguised, but Emma would have been able to pick her out in anywhere, in any crowd. She tried to ignore her, but her eyes continued to travel back to Regina as she sang the song she'd written especially for her.

She sang with more intensity than she had in a long time, her anger bleeding out into her voice and her words.

'Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin

I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie, you had me

Girl, I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me

Let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?

So, I guess we're back to us,
oh cameraman, swing the focus
In case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off?
(Let's pick up, pick up)

Oh, now I do recall, we were just getting to the part
Where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick

I hope you didn't expect to get all of the attention
Now let's not get selfish
Did you really think I'd let you kill this chorus?

Let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster'

~!~!~

By the time the song was over, Regina had disappeared, but to Emma's surprise, when she walked back into the left wing of the stage, the girl was standing, waiting for her. Even more to her surprise, the girl was holding a bouquet of yellow roses.

"Emma—" Regina tried, holding the flowers out to the blonde, but Emma slapped them out of her hands and onto the floor of the stage.

"Fuck off," she growled.

"Emma!" Regina cried, desperate to keep the girl's attention. "I just want to talk!"

"Why don't you just go back to your whore bus and have Killian fuck you with one of his drumsticks? After all, that's the only thing he has long enough to fuck you with."

"Emma, please. It wasn't—"

Bitterly, Emma shot back, "I'm just a notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song."

Before Regina could get another word in, shocked by Emma's words, the blonde was shoving past her and hurrying back to her own bus where she isolated for the rest of the night.

~!~!~

The next song she wrote and performed was equally as bitter. When she sang it – knowing Regina was in the crowd – she didn't hold back.

'You'll never know what it feels like till you're there
When love changes faces, appears from nowhere
Where beautiful, lovely is ugly, alone
You need me back bad, just can't be on your own

Love's not a battle, it's a ticking time bomb
Love's not a battle, it's a ticking time bomb

I'm gonna let you bleed for a little bit
I'm gonna make you beg just for making me cry
I'm gonna make you wish you never said goodbye

Now your life is broken, revolves around love
Not love of yourself but the love you have lost
When sad desperation is lonely despair
You don't love yourself, you've got no love to share

Love's not a battle, it's a ticking time bomb
Yeah, Love's not a battle, it's a ticking time bomb

I'm gonna let you bleed for a little bit
I'm gonna make you beg just for making me cry
I'm gonna make you wish you never said good...
I'm gonna let you bleed for a little bit
I'm gonna make you beg just for making me cry
I'm gonna make you wish you never said goodbye

If you're gonna get me back you're gonna have to ask nicer than that
If you're gonna get me back you're gonna have to ask nicer than that'

When the set was over, Emma did her signature move of running away from her problems, this time before Regina could meet her backstage.

~!~!~

This went on for the next few days of the tour, with Emma isolating almost every minute she wasn't performing or out getting food. She continued to ignore Regina and Killian, despite their efforts.

Eventually, Belle had had enough.

When she arrived at Regina's tour bus door, she was too annoyed to knock. Instead, she just threw the door open and scowled at the brunette sitting at the table by herself.

"Listen," Belle growled. "I'm tired of her writing songs about you. You need to get your shit together."

"I'm trying!" Regina cried, not even addressing the fact that Belle had entered her bus without an invitation. "I'm trying. I gave her flowers! I—"

"Not hard enough. You broke her fucking heart, Regina. How could you—"

"I had too much to drink, okay? I drink too much. I drink all the time. I get out of control. I don't think. I just… do."

"She'll never understand that."

"Then what the hell am I supposed to do?"

"First of all, if you really can't control yourself when you're drunk, you fucking stop drinking. Secondly, you figure it the fuck out. Like I said, I'm tired of her writing songs about you."

Tears streaming down her cheeks, Regina went silent for a long while as Belle continued to glare at her.

Eventually, she lifted her gaze and said softly, "I think I know what to do. Can you get her to go to my show tomorrow?"

"What?"

"Can you do it? Can you get her to come?"

"Probably not. She fucking hates you right now."

"Belle. Please."

"I'll try," the girl sighed. "I'll try."

~!~!~

The next day, Belle somehow managed to get Emma to attend Regina's set. Emma looked uncomfortable, furious, and disgusted, all at once, her arms crossed over her chest the whole time.

After the first two songs, she grumbled to Belle, "Can we fucking leave now? I don't want to look at her."

"Just wait," Belle pleaded. "One more song? I, uh… I wanna see this."

Sighing, Emma said nothing and turned her attention anywhere but at the stage.

Then, upon hearing the first notes of a song she didn't recognize, Emma lifted her gaze to hear Regina sing.

'Can't count the years on one hand
That we've been together
I need the other one to hold you
Make you feel, make you feel better

It's not a walk in the park
To love each other
But when our fingers interlock,
Can't deny, can't deny you're worth it
'Cause after all this time I'm still into you

I should be over all the butterflies
But I'm into you (I'm into you)
And baby even on our worst nights
I'm into you (I'm into you)

Let 'em wonder how we got this far
'Cause I don't really need to wonder at all
Yeah, after all this time I'm still into you

Recount the night that
I first met your mother
And on the drive back to my house
I told you that, I told you that I loved ya

You felt the weight of the world
Fall off your shoulder
And to your favorite song
We sang along to the start of forever
And after all this time I'm still into you

I should be over all the butterflies
But I'm into you (I'm into you)
And baby even on our worst nights
I'm into you (I'm into you)
Let 'em wonder how we got this far
'Cause I don't really need to wonder at all
Yeah, after all this time I'm still into you

Some things just, some things just make sense
And one of those is you and I
Some things just, some things just make sense
And even after all this time'

Emma's mouth hung open as she listened to the lyrics. This was a song she'd never heard before. Regina must have just written it. And… And that could only mean…

"Emma Swan," Regina suddenly announced, as soon as the last guitar note had played. "I'm sorry."

This – and maybe the heat of the mid-day sun – was enough to cause Emma' world to black out as she fainted, just barely being caught by her best friend.

Security rushed over to assist Belle with helping her friend up, and it only took Emma a moment or two to come back to reality. By the time she opened her eyes, Regina was kneeling beside her with her hands on her shoulders.

"Emma?" Regina asked anxiously. "Are you okay?"

Feeling dizzy and a little delirious, Emma shook her head.

"What can I get you?"

Again, Emma shook her head, gripping Regina shirt.

"Kiss her, idiot!" Belle cried from beside them, seeing Emma's eyes fill with tears.

Regina wasted no time in doing so, crashing their lips together in a heated kiss. At first, Emma wanted to pull away. To throw up. But Regina's kiss deepened, and Emma remembered the love she had felt so intensely as it all came rushing back.

"I'm sorry," Regina sobbed into the kiss, holding Emma close.

Emma looked into her eyes, finding sincerity there, and kissed her again.

~!~!~

Emma and Regina spent the next few nights of the tour writing another song together, and on the very last night of the tour, they performed it together, with Emma singing the verses and Regina singing the chorus

'Hanging out behind the club on the weekend
Acting stupid, getting drunk with my best friends
I couldn't wait for the summer and the Warped Tour
I remember it's the first time that I saw her there

She's getting kicked out of school 'cause she's failing
I'm kinda nervous, 'cause I think all her friends hate me
She's the one, she'll always be there
She took my hand and I made it I swear

Because I fell in love with the girl at the rock show
She said, "What?" and I told her that I didn't know
She's so cool, gonna sneak in through her window
Everything's better when she's around
I can't wait 'til her parents go out of town
I fell in love with the girl at the rock show

When we said we were gonna move to Vegas
I remember the look her mother gave us
Seventeen without a purpose or direction
We don't owe anyone a fucking explanation

I fell in love with the girl at the rock show
She said, "What?" and I told her that I didn't know
She's so cool, gonna sneak in through her window
Everything's better when she's around
I can't wait 'til her parents go out of town
I fell in love with the girl at the rock show

Black and white picture of her on my wall
I waited for her call, she always kept me waiting
And if I ever got another chance I'd still ask her to dance
Because she kept me waiting

I fell in love with the girl at the rock show
She said, "What?" and I told her that I didn't know
She's so cool, gonna sneak in through her window
Everything's better when she's around
I can't wait 'til her parents go out of town
I fell in love with the girl at the rock show'

By the last note, Emma and Regina were holding hands, raising them in the air as the crowd went wild. Then, as the audience screamed and screamed, Regina turned and kissed Emma hard on the mouth, with more passion than she ever had, showing Emma with everything she had just how incredibly in love she was with the girl she'd met at the rock show.

Author's note:

The first song used in this chapter is "Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off" by Panic at the Disco.

The second song is "Cry" by The Used.

The third song is "Still Into You" by Paramore.

The fourth song is "Rock Show" by Blink-182.

Thanks for reading! I know it ended up pretty corny, but I had fun writing it, so I hope you all enjoyed!