"How do you tolerate such idiocy!?" Regina exclaimed as Emma helped her sit in the passenger seat of the blonde's Bug. She slapped Emma's hands away as she leaned over to check her ankle, bending herself to pull the leg of her slacks up. Her eyes narrowed on the swollen ankle, and she grit her teeth. "It appears I can't go anywhere with you, Miss Swan, without receiving some kind of ankle injury."

"Okay, last time you hurt your ankle around me, we got caught in a damn building explosion," Emma huffed, raising her hands in defeat and standing up when Regina slapped her away for the third time. "I didn't tell you to get in the mosh pit. In fact, I remember telling you to stay away from it, and to wear different shoes."

"Do I look like a woman who owns any kind of shoe suitable for that sort of debauchery?" Regina snapped, her fingers gently massaging the swelling. Emma rolled her eyes.

"Whatever. Not my fault. Maybe next time you should actually listen to me."

"Oh, there won't *be* a next time," Regina replied harshly, and Emma's face fell a little. "Next time, *I* am planning the date, and I will not be reduced to some...some..." She trailed off, looking absolutely rattled, and fuming at her lack of proper vocabulary to describe the concert they had just left. Emma hadn't seen her this pissed off since the blonde broke the coffee pot the morning after the first night Regina had let her stay the night.

"You...still want to do this?" Emma asked, tone softening a little, features scrunched in surprise. Regina's head snapped up, her features contorting in confusion.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"You seem pretty adamant on not going out with me again after every date we go on."

Sighing, Regina looked back down at her ankle. "We've come this far," she muttered, fingers pushing at her ankle again as she winced. "It's a little too late to turn back now." Pausing, she sat up, leaning against the passenger seat and leveling a look on the sheriff. "I'm offended you think I would let you stay in my home and just drop you like some...useless toy."

Emma's brows flew up. Regina seemed to realize what she had said, because her expression contorted again, this time in slight shock and embarrassment. Carefully, Emma knelt in front of her again, taking her hands and looking at her a little hesitantly. "I just didn't think you felt strongly enough about me to look past a bunch of failed dates."

Regina looked at her in silence for a moment before finally lifting a shoulder. "You're the first person since Graham to show interest in my life," she said. "You're the only person since my ex fiance who stayed because they wanted to." Glancing at their hands, she muttered, "A mosh pit isn't enough for me to push that out of my life."

With a small smile, Emma leaned in to gently place her lips against Regina's. "If it makes you feel any better, I think you beat up the big guy."