A/N: This is for day 1 of SQW. The prompt is 'Bed Sharing' and it is set years in the future with no Hook or Hood. Please enjoy!

It was a scorching heat that made your clothes stick to your body uncomfortably and the nape of your neck collect sweat. So when Regina's central air sputtered out one Monday evening, she almost cried in frustration. Henry was set to arrive any moment. Emma and Regina had become best friends after saving her from the clutches of the darkness years before and after recovering from the ordeal, the two came up with a schedule to share their son. Regina had him from Monday evening until Thursday evening and Emma would have him the rest of the week. Usually parents wanted the weekends with their child to unwind but Regina became such a homebody that she preferred helping him with his homework and feeding him dinner than being dragged to baseball games and playing at the arcade. That was Emma's 'thing'. Regina had pointed that out, saying that Emma was still a child in every way.

Though the arrangement became a bit muddled as the two women spent so much time together that it seemed like they weren't even co-parenting. For example, the night the air conditioning went to hell, Emma and Henry were going to join her for dinner then, while Henry went to his room to watch TV, the two women would sit in the study, talk about their day, and drink wine or beer.

Thus, the air conditioning going out not only made her home become an oven but it ruined her favorite thing: dinner with the one's she loved. And yes, she loved Emma too, had for a long time. Of course, it was her best-kept secret, until Henry caught on and confronted her. Regina begged him to keep quiet and so far, so good. But he always managed to throw her a smirk whenever he caught her giving Emma what he liked to call 'heart eyes', which was preposterous. She did not make googly eyes at the Savior. She was a queen and much more refined. She did not put her feelings so blatantly on display, especially not after the Robin Hood debacle.

But he still smirked when she opened the door that night to greet them. The moment Emma entered the mansion, she whistled and began to fan herself, "Shit, it's hot as balls in here."

"My central air went down," She gently shut the door behind the blonde, "I called for repair but they said they can't come out until tomorrow night."

Emma groaned, a look of concern on her stunning features, "You're not staying here, are you?"

Regina strolled into the living room with Henry and Emma in tow, "I was thinking of packing a small suitcase and heading over to Granny's B&B tonight."

The brunette saw a flash of mischief flash in her son's eyes before he stepped between them, his eyes darting from one mother to another. Suddenly, he plastered an innocent expression before pleading, "Mom, you can't stay at some dingy inn. Why don't you come to the house for the night? I'll take the couch and you and Ma can share the bed in the loft."

Regina chuckled uncomfortably as her hands grasped his now broad shoulders. He was taller than the both of them and it was quite sad to see her little prince grow so quickly. But her irritation slammed full force, "The inn is fine. Spending a night with your grandparents and I'd rip my hair out."

He flinched when her hold on his shoulders got a bit tighter, warning him for insisting. Unfortunately, Emma did it for him, "Come on, Gina, I'd feel more comfortable if you were surrounded by family. And that B&B has really gone down since Ruby started at the station. Please, come with us to the house. I can call Snow and she'll make extra food."

She didn't even wait for Regina's consent before running out of the room to call her mother but the moment that door closed behind the blonde, Regina turned to glare at her son furiously, "Henry! I asked you to stop setting these situations up after that night you tricked us into having dinner alone!"

He raised his hands in surrender and shrugged, "She has feelings for you too, Mom! I can see it. She just needs a little push, that's all!"

Regina groaned, having heard this a million times. Henry, even at nineteen years old and studying at a nearby University, believed in happy endings and true love. He also thought that his mothers were meant to be so he constantly set up situations that could lead to intimacy between them.

One night he called Regina to tell her that he was driving home early from school after a class was cancelled and that he would love to have dinner with her. She should've seen the scam from a mile away but her excitement overshadowed logic and she agreed. He sent her directions to an Italian restaurant, which should have tipped her off to the scheme but she just entered the establishment to find Emma sitting at the reserved table instead of her son. Not only that, the little sneak had the employers spread rose petals on the tabletop and a violinist off to the side. Then Henry proceeded to send them texts that he wouldn't make it but to not let that stop them from enjoying the evening. From that night, Regina sniffed out most of his schemes before they got to Emma but this one was sprung on her.

She sighed, "Henry, please, Emma and I are great friends. We've worked so hard to reach this place and I don't need my little crush to ruin everything."

"Mom," He gave her a knowing look before whispering, "It's not just a little crush and we both know it."

Before Regina could respond, Emma strolled back into the room with a large smile, "Snow said yes and we're not taking no for an answer."

And that was how she ended up at the Charming's new home near Mifflin, eating mediocre meatloaf while drinking lemonade that was too sour with Snow smiling at her goofily and Emma's hand lingering on her knee. They had become quite touchy-feely over the years and would often hold hands, hug, or even snuggle while watching TV. Everyone was so used to it by now, believing it was the actions of best friends.

"So, Regina, how do you like my new meatloaf recipe?" Snow looked so hopeful that Regina just couldn't let her know that the dish lacked salt, pepper, or any other discernable flavor.

"It's good, dear." She heard a snort from the blonde next to her and contained chuckle from her son.

"Ma, it ain't good. You have to work on the seasoning." Regina smacked Emma's arm, giving her a hearty glare, which made Henry laugh even harder.

Snow waved her hands in the air, chewing the remaining pieces of meat in her mouth and swallowing before explaining, "No, no. It's alright. I've been trying new things and I need to know what's good and what's—"

"Fucking awful."

"Emma!" Regina shrieked but the corner of her lips were tilted upward, giving away her amusement. Snow rolled her eyes as she snatched away everyone's plates, glaring at everyone except Neal, who had scarfed down every bit of the food on his plate before pulling out his PSP, ignoring his family completely. They all knew that Snow had a weak spot for her son and she let him slide on a lot of things. Emma found that the spotlight being off of her was beneficial so she never complained.

After Snow cleaned and dried the dishes with help from the older brunette, the family sat down around the television and watched a Family Feud marathon, giggling at some of the ridiculous answers. If anyone was bothered by Regina burrowed into Emma's side and the blonde nuzzling her nose into the brunette's hair, no one said anything. Although Henry had mentioned that Snow knew and that she had been involved in a few of his plots. To that Regina snorted, not believing that Snow White would ever be okay with the former Evil Queen dating her daughter.

When the marathon ended and segued into infomercials, the family argued over sleeping arrangements. Neal, Snow and Charming, Emma, and Henry had their own rooms. The question was who would Regina share with and the brunette tried to talk her way into sleeping in her son's room with him but the little deviant claimed that he kicked during the night. And of course, Emma backed up his claim, which earner her a suspicious smile from their son. It was like the two had a secret agenda, which just made her uneasy. She wondered about the validity of Henry's claims. Did Emma return her feelings? If so, why hadn't she said anything?

Anyway, it didn't matter. She meant what she had told Henry before. She was not willing to risk this beautiful friendship for a relationship that had a high probability of conking out after a few months because, even as friends, the two mothers fought like cats and dogs. Just that now, the fights always had a sensual quality about them and the arguments were so futile, like they weren't actually mad but just wanted to be up close, noses inches from one another's, feeling each other's heat.

Snow snapped her out of her thoughts, "Regina can stay with Emma! Sound good?"

Regina opened her mouth to respond negatively, that no, everything was not okay, but Snow completely sidelined her by clapping her hands and shuffling the young boys to their rooms. Charming just shrugged as he kissed their cheeks before strolling in the direction his wife had scrambled off to. Regina casually peered at Emma and caught the blonde staring at her.

"What?" Emma just smirked as she lifted Regina's overnight back over her shoulder and placed a calloused hand on Regina's lower back, leading her towards her bedroom. They entered the disheveled bedroom, with clothes hanging off lamps and shoes and wrappers strewn all over the floor, and Regina chuckled as she caught Emma's blushing face in the mirror that hung on the back of the bathroom door.

"Embarrassed, dear? No need. I've seen this room looking worse. Or do you not remember New Year's Eve?" Regina just laughed teasingly when Emma have her a playful shove.

"I was drunk and you could barely walk a straight line… or keep your clothes on." Emma felt the smack immediately and lunged at the brunette, wrapping the smaller woman in a tight embrace in order to fight off the impending Evil Queen tirade.

Regina melted into the hug, nuzzling her face into Emma's neck, "I was not disrobing, it was just warm in here that night and I was wearing too many layers."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Gina." Emma pulled back and handed the brunette her duffel bag. Regina sauntered to the private bathroom, feeling Emma's eyes on her ass the whole way. She leaned into the doorframe as she craned her neck to gaze at the blonde, who was still watching her intently.

The adoration in Emma's eyes made her knees weak so she just whispered, "I sleep like a baby."

Emma smiled softly and the brunette felt her heart squeeze with affection for the Sheriff. She bit her lip before entering the bathroom to change, shutting the door definitively behind her. Regina leaned her back against the wood, releasing a shaky breath. They always flirted. It was their way of interacting but tonight felt different. And it made sense, as they had never slept together, not in any sense of the word. Yes, they were more tactile and they always incorporated sensual undertones in their communication but lying next to one another while wearing skimpy clothes was out of their comfort zone. And what if something did happen? Should she pull away or give in to her desires?

Regina shook from her thoughts. It was too dangerous to venture down such a thought path so she zipped open her bag and grabbed the silk pajama set along with her toiletries. She changed quickly before washing her face thoroughly in the porcelain sink before rinsing her mouth and pulling her long hair into a ponytail. She stored her bag into one of the empty cabinet's under the sink.

She gazed into the mirror and sighed, "Just sleeping. Get in there and go to sleep, that's all."

When she entered the room, Emma's back was to her and her breathing was pretty even so Regina sighed quietly with relief. She tiptoed to the bed and lowered onto the mattress slowly, trying not to rustle the bed and wake the blonde. The bed dipped a bit with her weight but no reaction came from the other woman and she just turned on her side, facing away from Emma.

She was tittering on the edge of rest when she felt the bed shift and a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist. Emma's hair tickled her cheek and ear and her scent surrounded the brunette. She exhaled calmly, allowing herself to enjoy the sensations.

Well, hell, she could feel the love for the blonde deepened as Emma placed a sweet kiss on the nape of her neck, "Emma?"

"Did you know that I miss you the second your presence is gone? Or that just the sight of you makes me feel invincible, like maybe I could have it all?" Regina felt her eyes burn as she reached down to caress the back of Emma's hand.

"I did not know you felt that way." She whispered back, shivering slightly when she felt Emma's lips trail lightly from her ear to her pulse point.

"I do. I have for a long time," The blonde pressed a hand against Regina's shoulder, making the brunette face her. The older woman couldn't stifle the gasp that crawled up her throat when she saw the softness in Emma's eyes, "I guess I just want to know if I alone here."

This was it, her chance at a true happily ever after, the one she wanted all along. Regina smiled brightly and reached up to cup Emma's jaw, "Not alone."

Emma grinned, "So, Regina, wanna go out with me?"

The brunette chuckled, "I can be convinced."

"Yeah?" Emma teased, leaning forward as Regina nodded before catching those full lips in a kiss that was long overdue. Both women sagged with relief as their lips caressed one another's. Relief of knowing that the woman that you loved felt the same way and that a kiss that had been imagined hundreds of times was finally occurring, not in the mind but in reality. They pulled back when air become a necessity.

"Well, I'm thoroughly convinced," Regina smirked, "But you better not take me to Granny's or, god forbid, try to cook."

Emma gave Regina's ass a little tap, "So bossy."

"Get used to it, dear," Regina pecked Emma's lips once more before turning back onto her side, pulling the blonde's arms around her, "Now be a good big spoon so I can get my beauty rest."

"You don't need beauty rest, Gina. You're fucking gorgeous." They snuggled into the embrace.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Miss Swan." She heard Emma groaned at the nickname.

"I love it when you call me that."

"Noted, dear."

A/N: Day one is done. I will be posting all prompts here so follow this if you'd like to read all of my SQW 2015 material. Some will be rated M. I will let you know in the author's notes. Each will be a stand alone one shot but they'll all be set years in the future. Thanks for reading!