A/N: Lines in bold are quotes from the song, Poison, by Groove Coverage.

Regina needed to forget. She needed to forget the man she'd loved and lost, and to forget the forbidden feelings lying deep in the cracks of her broken heart. So, she turned to alcohol. A night out on the town, she'd called it, when she really only wanted to escape the memories for awhile.

The bar was crowded that evening, with it being a Saturday. Loud music reverberated through the room, the walls buzzing faintly. Ripples danced in Emma's glass of alcohol, and she stood to the side, watching the people dancing tastelessly in the teeming space. Why did I think it was a good idea to come here, tonight of all nights? She mused, sighing and throwing back her drink. She set her glass on the counter, adjusting her leather jacket and trying to navigate a path to the exit.

"Hello," an arm wrapped around her waist, a slurred, sultry voice purring in her ear. Emma raised her eyes, shocked to find herself in Regina's embrace.

"Hey, Regina," She mumbled, sensing her heartbeat as it increased. Her body heat rose, a blush filling her cheeks.

"What do you say we get out of here?" Regina asked, moving her hand to take Emma's.

"Sure, why not. It's getting rather crowded in here anyways," She replied, confused at Regina's behavior. She had never touched her like this before, although it thrilled her. She'd possessed secret feelings for her for quite some time, and just the smallest touch set her senses on fire.

Regina led her through the crowd and towards the door, whoops and hollers from the crowd surrounding them.

"You go girls!"

"Go get it, Regina!"

Emma didn't understand what they were getting to, assuming they were all just wildly drunk and followed Regina out of the bar. The cold night air gathered around them, chilling them through their coats. They were well away from the crowd, Emma noticed, yet Regina had not let go of her hand. She was not about to argue, but it made her alcohol muddied mind spin. They walked hand in hand down the street to Regina's mansion, both in their separate drunken stupors.

Regina fumbled to unlock the door, opening it up for Emma. "After you," She scanned her eyes over the back of Emma's figure as the blonde stepped inside, too wasted to care if she got caught.

"Do you want a drink?" She offered awkwardly, not having thought her plans through. What the hell were you thinking, Regina? Emma's not gay, this is nonsense.

"Sure, that'd be great, thank you.." She trailed off, awkwardly perching on the armrest of the couch.

Regina placed a bottle of wine and two glasses on the table, sitting close to Emma, gazing up into her green eyes. The tension between them hung heavy in the air, and they sat staring at each other for what seemed like hours, wine untouched.

Emma stared at her, every fiber of her being screaming with longing for the dark haired woman before her.

I wanna love you but I better not touch.

She fought the instinct to lean towards her, the sight of Regina's bright red lips so full of temptations. Oh, screw it. She took a lock of her hair in her fingertips and played with it, keeping her eyes locked on her lips. She repositioned her legs to keep her balance, leaning closer to Regina, her hand still in her hair.

I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop.

Regina pulled an arm up to the small of Emma's back, stabilizing her so she wouldn't fall. The woman beside her was a goddess, to say the least, and to let anything bad happen to her would be the worst sin one could commit. A small smile graced her lips every time the blonde brushed a finger against her cheek, and it was all she could do to keep herself in place.

I wanna kiss you but I want it too much.

Emma brushed a strand of hair from Regina's forehead, gazing into her lovely chocolate eyes. She drew in a breath for confidence, then leaned in, pressing her soft lips against Regina's.

I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison.

Regina leaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around her shoulders. Emma slid off the arm of the couch, gracelessly falling on top of Regina.

The air took on a bitter cold at the sudden separation of their lips.

"I-I'm sorry, I-" Emma stammered.

"It's okay," Regina pressed a finger to Emma's lips. "I didn't know you felt it too."

Emma responded with another kiss, cradling Regina's head in her hands. A spark of passion ignited between them, sending Regina's hands to the zipper of Emma's leather jacket. She broke apart, breathless. "Should we take this elsewhere?" She inquired, thinking of the sleeping teenager in the house.

Emma nodded, climbing off of Regina and pulling her up, resisting the urge to run up the stairs. They fell into bed together, their lips immediately finding each other's