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Emma stood in his dining room feeling awful for dripping rain water all over his hardwood floor but she'd have to until he came back, and just as the realization struck her he came down the stairs quickly with a large button down shirt socks towels and a blanket. "If you want to take a shower…"

"Thank you." She said before walking into him, arms wrapping around his neck.

He stood shocked and looked down at her the clothes and other cloth objects still handing over his left arm as he slowly wrapped his arms around her waist. "If this is for letting you use the shower…" Graham began his accent thicker than usual.

Emma laughed into his chest and pulled away, "No, I dunno what that was for." She blushed and looked down, "I guess I'm just happy to see you."

Graham and Emma were both fully aware he had only been away for 5 minutes while he was getting her clothes to change into but they were still in shock over the sudden reunion.

"I'll be here when you get out of the shower too." He assured and led her to the bathroom. "I'll be warming the couch for you as well." He winked at her and she placed a hand on the side of his face in silent thanks and disappeared into the bathroom.

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Graham listened as the water started and he fought the urge to join her and instead headed downstairs to start a pot of decaf, after debating if he should make hot chocolate instead. Standing by the counter he looked out the kitchen window that stood over the sink watching as the rain water splashed against the glass pane. A lightning flash illuminated his dark yard but what he saw in the flash startled him, sending him stumbling back to the middle of the room.

Scared he looked closer at the window, he couldn't see her face anymore so he figured it must have just been his imagination, coming to surface in a morbid way – then again he knew Regina and how she liked to get into people's heads.

Pushing the thought away he turned back to the coffee pot and poured himself a mug, he considered pouring Emma a cup but he couldn't be sure how long she would take and didn't want her coffee to get cold before he even finished it. Instead he took his own mug and went into his living room flopping down on his couch with a long exaggerated huff and set the mug on the coffee table in front of him.

While he was still leaning forward to place his mug on the table he reached for his remote control and pointed it at the T.V. Leaning back he pressed the power button and flipped through his recorded shows, "Oh c'mon…." He cried out as he stared at the long list of unwatched programs he'd missed in his "absence". Graham looked up at the ceiling where he estimated his bathroom would be and listened closely for the running water, after a moment he decided he might as well start on his shows, and pressed play – hoping silently that it would distract him from the sense of dread he was feeling from seeing Regina's face flash in his window.

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Emma sighed as she felt the hot water wash over her, enjoying the comfort of the heat versus the cold rain water she was running through almost all day. As she ran over the recent events she felt herself begin to cry, the emotions she'd felt throughout the emotionally dramatic day all exploded within her before anything else could done – tears fell down her face and mixed with the warm water that was spraying her face and neck.

Pains, fear, relief, love, all of these were expressed through her silent cries and she lost feeling in her legs and allowed herself to sink to the floor of the walk in shower. Emma could no longer tell what water was from her tears and what was from the shower.

Slowly she controlled her emotions with deep breaths; she couldn't remember the last time she felt like this, so out of control and vulnerable. Convincing herself that she was simply relieved that everything had gone the way she wanted it to she stood and turned the water off, feeling a sense of loss when she felt a chill run up her skin causing her to shiver. She stepped out onto the cold tiled floor gingerly, tiptoeing to her hung towel and drying herself off.

After she had towel dried her hair and wiped her body of remaining droplets of water she wrapped the long towel around her breasts carefully, tucking one end into the side of the towel so that it stayed around her. Emma looked up at the mirror and wiped away the remaining fog from the mirror so she could see her reflection, and played with her hair until the part was how it should and her wet blond hair was around her shoulders. Reaching for Graham's hairbrush she looked away and as she placed the brush against her hair she looked back at the mirror only to drop the brush and jump away from the mirror.

However, as quickly as the smiling face of terror had appeared it has disappeared leaving only a reflection of her-self staring in horror at her own image. Out of fear she scrambled for the long button-up shirt that Graham had given her to wear for the night but she couldn't be sure that he'd ever get it back. Once she was dressed in the shirt he had given her and her own panties, which were remarkable dry despite all of the running in the rain she'd done. She looked back at the mirror with a small instinct to avoid the reflection but still she needed to make sure that she looked alright, the shirt bottom only came to the middle of her thighs.

Smiling she popped the shirt collar and cleaned up the bathroom the best she could; closing the shower door, folding the towel and her abandoned clothes and laid them on the sink's counter, and grabbed the blanket that she'd been handed with everything else. Tiptoeing through the hall she made her way for the staircase, running her fingers down the oak railing gently as she crept down the stairs.

Emma could hear the T.V. going, intense music played from the living room and she felt a sense of epic-ness to her creeping, though it also made her feel like something bad was happening. As she turned the corner the sense of dread was gone and a smile crept on her face.

Graham was sprawled on the couch, a mug of coffee still steaming on the coffee table parallel to the couch, and the remote control lying on his chest. She smiled and moved slowly towards him, blanket still wrapped around her shoulders. Carefully she sat on the edge of the couch, by his side, and watched him sleep.

She noticed a stray lock of hair that was resting outside of the rest of where his hair was combed and brushed it aside gently, but pulled her hand back when Graham shifted under her touch and his eyes began to flutter. When his eyes opened they got wider from seeing her so close so suddenly before he relaxed and made a humming sound. "If I woke up this way every morning… I don't think I'd ever go to work." He said quietly and Emma laughed.

"I didn't mean to wake you." She admitted and began to rub her hand up and down his forearm.

He shifted and readjusted himself on the couch so he was more comfortable; his head propped up on the armrest, his hand resting on her thigh that was covered by the blanket at the time, one leg stretched out in front of him while the other was bent, his foot planted on one of the cushions. "I didn't mean to fall asleep," He replied with a smile and released a deep breath, "I kept the couch warm for you though." He said quietly and took the remote in his hand and turned the T.V. off before tossing the plastic gadget on the table beside his untouched coffee. "I made coffee by the way."

"I see that." She shivered and shifted a bit while continuing to rub her hands up and down his forearm.

"You cold?" He asked; sat up and placed both hands on each arm and began to rub her upper arms.

Feeling the goose-bumps forming on her skin under his touch Emma smiled, "Maybe a little." Graham didn't hesitate in moving over to make room for her to lie down beside him.

Without leaving a moment up to chance of something interrupting them Emma spread the blanket out like wings and fell back into the space beside him, covering both of them. Graham wrapped his arms around her and held her close while Emma curled up into his side, wrapping her left leg over his and tucking it between his other leg, while her left arm draped over his middle, her right tucked between both of their bodies, and her head rested on the top of his chest.

Closing his eyes he bowed his head so his face was buried in her hair, enjoying the feeling of having her close to him. Emma smiled and hummed, feeling warmer already; she closed her eyes, and tightened her gasp around his middle – to keep him close.

Together and safe at last they fell asleep as they drifted Regina became unknown and lost to them, a problem for another time. Right now they were together and that was all that mattered, their hearts were each other's and nothing could keep them apart – not even death.

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