SQ Prompt (from 3 different anons)
There must be something about Drunk!Regina that intrigues people because I got 3 different requests. They varied just a little. One anon wanted Drunk!Regina turns into Jealous!Regina. One wanted Drunk!Regina to disclose her feelings for Emma and the third person wanted Drunk!Regina coming on to Emma with smut. Haha. 3rd Anon, I hope you don't mind, but I can't write the smut at this time because Emma would not take advantage of Drunk!Regina. However I am leaving this fic open for possible Swan Queen Sexy time in the future. How's that? For now, I hope you enjoy Drunk!Regina.

"Hey, Sheriff..." Emma heard Charlie Gibson over her cell phone from The Rabbit Hole. "I need you to come on down here."

"Oh no, Charlie, not again." Emma was thinking that a bar fight had broken out or that someone might be getting harassed. "I'm off duty, anyway. Call the station." She steered the bug around a corner and was looking forward to spending the night watching a Star Wars marathon with Henry at home. Thankfully, Hook was not going to be around tonight. She had gotten tired of trying to explain the concept of Star Wars, outer space and light sabers to a pirate from Fairytale Land. He didn't much care for the franchise anyway.

"That's what I did, but I asked them to patch me through to your phone. This is a special case, Sheriff, which I figured you'd be particularly interested in. The Evil Que… er… mayor's here and she's had a few…"

"I'm on my way, Charlie." Emma didn't have to think twice. As soon as she heard that this was about Regina, nothing else mattered. Speeding up and shifting the bug into 4th gear, all kinds of thoughts came into her head. What was Regina doing at The Rabbit Hole? If she wanted a drink, she could have gone to Granny's. Or she could have stayed home! Her apple cider packed quite a wallop and Emma spoke from experience.

Parking her car, she cut the engine, slammed the door and collected herself to coolly walk through the bar's doors. Her gaze hit Charlie's and he nodded over to the end of the counter where Regina sat, hunched forward with a collection of shot glasses in front of her. Holy hell!

Perching herself beside the brunette she folded her hands on the bar top, but before she opened her mouth, Regina spoke first with a smirk. "Well, if it isn't Sheriff Sexy Buns."

Emma snorted. "Okay…" Sexy buns?

"Don't think I don't know that you know what everyone else in this town doesn't know." Emma opened her mouth and blinked in confusion but thankfully did not have to wait long for an explanation, as Regina leaned in closer to whisper in her ear, "That you wear those tight skinny jeans on purpose to show off that magnificent ass of yours." The sheriff could smell the alcohol on her breath but the feel of it in her ear sent tingles shooting down to that supposedly magnificent ass.

"Um… Regina, did you drink all of this yourself?"

"Yes," Regina admitted proudly and gestured to the shot glasses. "Do you not like the pyramid, I'm building?" Then, without waiting for an answer she shouted over the music, "Charlie! Another one! And bring Miss Swan something to." Regina happily requested, while Emma leaned back and signaled to Charlie with a wave at her neck that no additional drinks were needed.

"So, what made you want to come out here and drink yourself into a stupor, Regina?"

"Oh please… this is NOT a stupor. I'll GIVE you a stupor. Charlie, give me FIVE more!"

Emma bit the inside of her cheek to keep from chuckling because Regina, drunk, was… kind of adorable. Her guard was down and for all purposes, though Emma was unsure of what brought the woman out here, Regina was not a depressed or violent drunk. This was just another side of the brunette that she was getting a glimpse into. She eyed the woman closely and tried her question again. "So why are you not drinking at home? Your apple cider IS some of the best I've ever tasted."

Regina let out a short laugh. "What kind of depressed person would I be if I just sat home alone drinking? At least here, there's sensory stimulation. I can watch people, the people that I've cursed, along with myself."

"Regina…"

"No. I'm over it."

"Obviously not."

"You know, it's just that… no matter how hard I try… I just can't seem to find it… that damn happy ending." Regina looked up. "Hey Charlie! Oh, never mind…" In a tornado of purple smoke she summoned the bottle of whiskey from the shelf. Charlie looked over in astonishment and then at Emma whose brow crinkled and she held a hand out to him. "Put it on my tab, Charlie." Regina took the top shot glass down from her stack and poured amber liquid into it. Then she passed it to Emma, "Come on, Miss Swan. Drink up."

Regina poured a second glass and held it up for a toast, so Emma could do nothing but follow. They clinked glasses and Regina smiled, "Um… to us." Then she belted it back and Emma, not sure what to do with hers, threw the liquid over her shoulder and accidentally hit Leroy as he was walking by, who let out a yelp at the liquid's contact.

"Damn, I'm sorry, Leroy."

"Geez, sister. Next time, warn me before you do that and I'll open my mouth." Emma looked over and Regina just seemed amused by the scene in front of her, none the wiser. Charlie threw him a towel and he was wiping his face with it as he was walking away.

"Funny, little, grumpy midget."

"I think he prefers 'dwarf'."

"Dwarf, midget, leprechaun… whatever."

Emma couldn't help the chuckle then. "Regina, let's say we get you home."

"Oh? And what will we do there?" She turned fully to Emma and tried to set her elbow on the counter and missed, and caught herself a little sluggishly but not too badly. She set her elbow on the bar and propped her chin in her palm and smiled flirtatiously at Emma.

The sheriff had thought she misread the mayor's body language until Regina placed a hand on her thigh and squeezed. Holy shit! Regina had just come on to her and damned if she wasn't a little… excited, but she kicked herself into remembering that the mayor was sloshed.

"Um… let's find out, okay?" The blonde grabbed Regina's hand off her leg but didn't quite let it go just yet. Had she ever held Regina's hand before? "Come on, let's go." Emma slipped off the stool and Regina came willingly with her.

Once outside, the fresh cool night air felt good against her skin and she watched Regina pull her hand from hers and twirl around euphorically.

"It feels so GOOD out here!"

"Regina, careful. Do NOT make yourself dizzy. You CANNOT puke in my car."

"Oh, Emma!" Regina was opening her long coat and fanning it outward and inward and then she unbuttoned that third button, which always looked a bit too stretched over her breasts, and began doing that with her blouse. Emma gulped involuntarily. Jesus Christ. "Are you hot?" Then Regina chuckled, shaking her head. "Of course you're hot. You've always been hot."

Emma's mouth hung open and she shook her head at that revelation. She watched as Regina leant forward bending over the hood of the bug and her cleavage made a dazzling appearance since in her current position her breasts were pushed tightly together. Emma huffed in frustration and opened her door. "Can you manage to get in the car, Regina?" …by yourself so I don't have to touch you?

"Yes, sheriff. I think I can manage. No need to handcuff me. Unless you want to."

Again her jaw dropped. The woman wasn't making any sense and still she was affecting Emma in unusual ways. All of a sudden, thinking about handcuffing Regina was the only thing she was capable of doing; handcuffing her bent over the car, with her pelvis pressed up against the mayor's bottom. "Regina, just get in the car."

As they drove through town toward Regina's house, Emma noticed her passenger was quiet. She had tried not to look over too much and had thought maybe Regina had passed out until she heard her rich voice, low and quiet. "Why are you with him?" Emma spared a glance over and found herself being studied by the brunette. "Hook. Why are you with him?"

Emma scanned the road in front of her, searching for an answer that seemed unreachable. She suddenly couldn't grasp why she was with him. He told her he loved her. He told her he wanted her and that she was special. She liked being told she was special. She liked having her hand held. She liked being kissed and she liked not being alone. But why him? She didn't want to think about it anymore because she was afraid of the answer; that it really could have been anyone and there was nothing particularly special about him.

"You're too good for him, you know. He doesn't deserve you."

Emma opened her mouth to say something and turned toward Regina but then immediately faced front again, pressed the clutch down and shifted to a higher gear accelerating so she could get Regina home quicker.

Pulling into the driveway, she got out and rounded the car, but thankfully Regina was getting out on her own. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. However, when the mayor moved to close the door she swayed and almost fell and Emma sprang into action catching her around the waist and then they were hugging each other; Emma's arms were wrapped around her waist and Regina's were circled around her neck. When she felt a hand thread through the hair at the nape of her neck intimately, she pulled back as if electrically zapped and Regina was staring back at her, their lips a hair's breath away. The blonde was stunned speechless and motionless. What's more is she could feel her nipples betray her by hardening under her clothes. That never happened to her even while she was kissing Hook and all she was doing was holding Regina up to keep her from falling on her cute little ass. Oh great! Now I think her ass is cute?

Emma pulled her head back and angled her lips upward to blow the wayward lock of golden hair from her face. "Regina, we've got to get you inside. Can you walk? Because I don't feel much like carrying you." She was already learning that having the woman in her arms was doing crazy things to her mind.

"I can do you one better, Emma." Regina gathered her close and they were hugging again, their chins lying on each other's shoulder and Emma closed her eyes to savor this moment for the brief time it would last. In a whirl of purple smoke, Regina transported them into her bedroom. "Ta da!"

Emma looked around as this was the first time she had ever been in Regina's bedroom before. "Nice."

"Yes. It's very comfortable." Regina shrugged her coat and scarf off and threw them carelessly down on the chaise by the window. "Though I don't spend a lot of time in here; just sleep."

And that brought Emma's attention to the bed; the very big bed. She gulped and caught her bottom lip between her teeth, worrying it, as her brow furrowed. She heard the sound of a zipper and her focus shifted from the bed to Regina who had already taken her blouse off and was stepping out of her slacks that had pooled at her feet. In all her glory, Mayor Regina Mills, formerly the Evil Queen, stood in the sexiest, raciest, skimpiest electric blue bra and panty set Emma had ever seen. The woman looked like a Victoria's Secret model; her expensive underwear, while scant, also managed to look classy and tasteful.

Emma opened her mouth but only a choked sound came out, which grabbed Regina's attention. With an alluring 'come-hither' smile, the older woman placed her hands on her hips confidently and modeled her underwear. "Do you like it? It's my favorite set."

"I…" Emma gulped. "I'll be right back. Finish getting dressed or undressed..." the blonde babbled and then shook her head, "… or dressed… your pajamas." She raced out of the bedroom and down the stairs into the kitchen. It took her a few minutes but she found a tall glass and filled it with water. Then she went back to gratefully find Regina buttoning up her rose colored pajama top over matching bottoms; the electric blue bra had joined the rest of her clothes on the chaise.

"Here, drink some of this."

"If you wanted to drink, I could have brought that bottle home with us."

"It's for you," Emma smiled, "… not me. You're dehydrated by the alcohol. Drinking water will help, and hopefully with tomorrow morning too."

"If I drink all that water, I might pee in my pants."

"Oh my God, I can't believe I just heard Regina Mills say, '…pee in my pants…', just drink."

The mayor took the glass and drank the contents down halfway and handed it back to Emma, who set it down on the bedside table. "Now what, Sheriff?" There was that flirtatious tone again. Emma's sharp intake of breath when she felt Regina's hands on her hips seemed to please Regina immensely.

"It's time for bed," Emma absently replied.

"It's about time."

"Uh… no, I meant you. I have a bed across town."

"Is the pirate in it," Regina scoffed scathingly, dropping her hands, and suddenly Emma was a little saddened by the loss. She scrunched her brows together and observed Regina's wounded expression as she sat on the bed. Studying the older woman in front of her, it was suddenly so important that Regina know that she and Hook had never taken their relationship that far, and in puzzlement, Emma realized that she had never intended that they would. Fucking great.

"No. No, he's not. Lie down." The blonde helped the woman pull the sheets back and get in and then she covered Regina with them, but Regina pulled her arms over the lip.

"You haven't had sex with him?"

"No."

"Never?"

Emma gave a light chuckle, "Never." She brushed Regina's hair back from her forehead and tucked the mayor in and she realized with amazement that she actually wasn't all that keen on leaving now. She wanted to make sure Regina was taken care of. What if Regina woke up in the middle of the night and became sick? Who would hold her hair back as she was puking in the toilet; if she even made it that far? Even the possibility of cleaning up Regina's bedside puke wasn't enough to make Emma want to go home all of a sudden.

"Psst, Emma…" Why was the woman whispering?

"What?" Emma whispered back.

"I have something to tell you."

The younger woman clamped her teeth tightly shut to keep from laughing. They were the only ones in the house and they were whispering low to one another. "What is it, Regina?"

"Come closer… It's a secret."

"Okay…" When they were inches apart and Regina's mouth was close to her ear, Regina divulged the big secret.

"I hate your boyfriend."

Emma snorted. "Yeah, I got that."

"That wasn't the secret." Regina said in a normal voice clearly offended.

"Oh, sorry," Emma replied, her lips hurting with the smile she was trying to desperately to hide.

"Come here," Regina whispered again and Emma imagined her eyes were twinkling with gleeful amusement.

"What?" Emma whispered back again and there was a pause.

Finally Emma heard, soft and low, "I wish you were mine," and that simple sentence clenched around her heart and she gulped and inhaled to try and regain her composure because Regina's admission was threatening to rock her off balance.

In the next moment, she was literally and physically swept off her feet as Regina caught her off guard, wrapped her arms around Emma's middle and pulled her down and over the brunette so that now she was lying beneath Regina, the bedsheets trapped between both their bodies.

"Regina," she attempted and then spit out her hair that had fallen into her mouth and Regina giggled and cleared her mouth of it.

"Shhhh… Emma." The older woman was stroking her cheek. "I have always thought you were beautiful. Even when I hated you, I thought you were strangely appealing."

"Thank you… I think."

"Can we just pretend, for just a moment…" Regina brushed her nose against Emma's, "… that you are mine?" The savior watched the queen's eyes close as if making a wish, "Please?"

"Oh God, Regina," Emma voiced huskily and closed her eyes too, unable to concentrate on what the right thing to do was. Everything was blurry and hazy. She opened her eyes and found Regina peering into hers. The woman was so irresistibly beautiful and Emma couldn't help but reach out and tuck a lock of dark hair behind her ear.

"Emma. I think it fair to tell you that I am going to kiss you now." Emma's heart was nearly palpitating out of her chest. "I am going to kiss you hard…" Yes! "…and long…" Oh God, yes! "…and very passionately." Emma nodded impatiently and tucked Regina's hair behind the other ear so that none got in the way. "And you should appreciate this disclosure because I am accustomed to taking what I want, but I want you to give it to me…"

"Uh-huh…"

"… freely."

Oh Jesus Christ! "Regina…"

"Hmmm?"

"Shut up." And Emma cradled Regina's face and kissed her.

Once their lips met it was like a sky splitting explosion of color. It was hot, beautiful, and there was vibrancy unlike any other kiss Emma had ever experienced before, which meant that even drunk, Regina Mills could kiss within an inch of her life! Holy hell, she wondered how hot the kiss would be with a sober Regina. She tasted the whiskey on Regina's tongue and the moans coming from the brunette egged Emma on, so she slanted her head and deepened the kiss. Never in her innermost thoughts did she think this was possible. She had fantasized about it, sure, but she never thought that she and Regina would be making out in the mayor's bed.

The end was nearing though and she knew it. It was with that knowledge that the sheriff put her all in one final kiss, relishing the feel of their tongues sliding against each other's and their lips nipping and sucking. She even breathed the woman in before she pulled her head slightly away.

"We have to stop."

"No. Stay." Regina buried her face in Emma's neck and she could feel the woman's lips and tongue on her heated flesh, sending tingling bolts of arousal between her legs.

Stay… It was Regina, but at the same time, not really Regina. She didn't have all her wits about her and when or if they ever did make love, Emma wanted Regina 100% with her.

"Regina, I have to go. I can't stay here. Regina… Regina?" Emma wiggled her head around and found Regina passed out cold. Emma stared up at the ceiling and exhaled a long drown out breath. "Okay… you need sleep and I need a cold shower." The younger woman struggled and was able to right the dark haired sleeper onto her back and then she got up and replaced the bed sheets around the older woman. She watched Regina roll to her side toward her and Emma chuckled softly as she again tucked Regina's hair behind her ear.

"You're not going to remember any of this tomorrow, are you?" It was more of a statement than a question and the blonde stood and watched her for a few minutes more. She straightened then and her smile faded slightly as she hooked her thumbs in the back pockets of her jeans, "But I will."

The savior slowly moved toward the door, switched the light off and exited quietly from the room.