Anchor

A/N - This is a quick one shot that I just couldn't get out of my head. I don't know how I feel about it, but I hope you enjoy. All mistakes are my own. This is a one-shot.

After everything she has seen and done, it seems ludicrous to feel, for even a moment, hopeful anticipation when she is completely aware of the outcome. She has long lived by this notion and cultivated it with crisp precision.

It is therefore a complete surprise when she feels a tentative arm slide beneath her neck, her body being commanded gently to roll to her right.

She is more than slightly intrigued to find herself complying with the action.

Rolling softly, her head pressed gently into the crook of a neck, she snakes an arm silently around the naked torso of Emma Swan and feels a timid kiss pressed to dark hair.

For a moment, her mind screams at the unfamiliar territory.

Cuddling has never been a part of this deal.

It is not something they do; not something that she does.

The unexpected recognition of her lack of expertise with this intimacy slows her movement and she swallows down her body's reflexive desire to turn away; demand her bed be emptied as per her routine,

A tense and deafening silence envelopes the room for a moment until it is broken by the tentative tightening of Emma's arms around her. She is surprised to feel the tension melting slowly out of her shoulder reciprocates the action; burrowing deeper against offered skin.

It is only as her eyes begin to close that Regina realizes perhaps she isn't the only one who is in unfamiliar territory.