Chapter 3

A/N: I found this chapter buried in my archives lol Has a bit of one-sided Wicked Swan. Didn't do much editing to it. Enjoy! Set some time after the first chapter

Zelena watched the blonde from the doorway of the kitchen, curiosity and a glint of want in her gaze. It was almost midnight, but she hadn't been able to sleep. Growing up in Oz, she'd grown accustomed to falling asleep earlier and rising before the sun was up, but now, after living in Storybrooke - living with Regina and Henry for the better part of six weeks - she found that she couldn't get to sleep as early as she would have liked; which was how she found herself standing in the kitchen doorway at midnight, watching the Savior stare out the sliding glass door.

She'd been lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to will herself asleep, when she heard the sound of the front door opening. She was content to simply ignore it. No one would be foolish enough to break into the Evil Queen's home – former Evil Queen, Regina's voice corrected in her mind – while she had her son for the week. And even if they had been that foolish, she couldn't do anything; without her magic, she didn't pose much of a threat. It had been the near-quiet footfalls on the linoleum that had drawn her out of her room, surprise and curiosity drawing her to the banister where she could look down. The shoes did nothing to help identify the person, but the red leather jacket lying haphazardly on the floor did.

So she did what any reasonable person would do when the Sheriff breaks into the Mayor's house: She inched down the stairs to get a better idea of the situation. She noticed the key on the table by the front door as she passed it; that gave her pause. If Emma had a key, it wasn't breaking in. She tried to wrap her mind around her sister and the Sheriff, truly she did. The blonde had broken her sister's curse, and then when the curse had been recast by Snow White, Regina had broken it, each by kissing the forehead of their son and performing True Love's Kiss. The thought of their friendship had baffled her at first. She saw how protective Regina had been first hand, when she'd flung the blonde down Main Street, but when Emma had to be restrained when she'd gotten in her sister's face in the diner the next day, she knew there was more than what she was seeing. Still though, she hadn't a clue what the two's "official" relationship status was.

Even through their weekly family dinners, she was baffled. Every Wednesday, Emma would come over after work for what Henry called a family dinner. It was confusing because half of the family wasn't in attendance. Whenever it was just her and Regina for dinner, there was silence, neither of them trying to start a conversation; but with Henry there at least Regina smiled and conversed with him. But with Emma, it was like seeing a whole new side of her sister. No magic was ever used on those Wednesdays, and Regina seemed quite happy with that. A few weeks back, the family dinner turned into an impromptu movie night. Emma had managed to get Regina to agree to watching a movie on the DVD player, even though Henry had school the next day. Henry had fallen asleep on the floor, a bowl of popcorn next to him, and when she looked to Regina and Emma, she found them both asleep, a blanket draped loosely over their bodies. She hadn't been able to get to sleep that night, watching her sister and the blonde with curiosity, trying to find out what made them tick.

Emma's quiet sigh drew her back to the present. She quickly noticed that the blonde was pouring herself a drink. Briefly, she wondered how she got the bottle of cider, but truthfully, she didn't care much. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Emma beat her to it, "Zelena, stop lurking in the doorway."

She jumped, startled. That irked her. She didn't get startled. Standing straighter, she walked into the room, burying her confusion for later, "Why are you here so late?"

"I'm allowed to be," Emma replied, almost appearing insulted by her question, though it didn't take much to insult the blonde.

"You didn't drink and drive, did you, Sheriff?"

"Don't be an idiot. Of course I didn't." The annoyance in her tone made the witch smirk. With how many times Regina called Emma an idiot…

She walked over to the blonde, not stopping until she was well into her personal space. If Regina could do it, why couldn't she? "Why don't you tell me what's bothering you?"

Emma's eyes met hers, "Why would I tell you?"

"Because I'll listen." She placed her hand on the blonde's forearm, her gaze curious as she eyed the woman. She could sense the magic lurking beneath Emma's skin, and it sent a delicious thrill through her, "Don't you trust me?"

"No, I don't," Emma pulled her arm away, using it to grasp the countertop instead, "Why are you awake?"

"I couldn't sleep," She replied simply before she reached out with her right hand to plunk the glass from the blonde, smirking at the look of annoyance on her face, and set it back down on the counter, "You don't need that."

Emma opened her mouth to speak, and she found herself darting forward. She couldn't help it. There was something about the blonde that made her desire spike. And in this moment, that was what she wanted. Her hands found rest on the Savior's hips, backing her against the counter, her lips meeting soft pink. She felt the blonde open her mouth, whether to kiss her back she didn't know; she bit softly at the blonde's lower lip and was rewarded with a low moan. I'm going to take everything away from you. Her own words vibrated inside her head, and she found herself smirking. One of her hands traveled slowly to the blonde's hair, yanking on it until Emma was forced to look at her.

Emma went rigid, and she pulled away reluctantly, unused to the rejection. Her eyes connected with confused emerald green.

"Why did you…"

She was sure the end of that sentence was kiss me, but the kitchen light turning on stopped their conversation. She half-turned, finding Regina standing in the doorway.

"Do either of you know what time it is?"

"I was just heading back to bed," She said instead. She cast one last look at the blonde before turning and heading out of the kitchen, not stopping until she was near the stairs. She paused, trying to hear as much as the conversation.

"Regina, I…"

"You've been drinking."

"Only a little."

She heard her sister move closer, "Your key's by the front door, jacket thrown on the floor. You'd better not be tracking mud through my house, Miss Swan…"

"I'm sorry," Emma interrupted, sounding very much defeated.

"For what?" Sarcasm dripped from the brunette's voice, "For not calling me back? For hanging up on me? Gods, Emma, what are you sorry for?"

Emma didn't answer. A couple seconds went by. Then a few more. After nearly a minute, she chanced a look back into the kitchen, being as silent as possible. Finding Regina pinned against the counter wasn't what she was expecting, and to see the two kissing wasn't even on the list of possibilities. Now she understood her reluctance to kiss her back. When they finally broke apart, Emma leaned her forehead against the brunette's, "I love you. I love you so much. You asking me to move in took me by surprise, but I…I want to."

She could hear Regina's smile in her voice as she found her voice, "Good."

So her sister had gone and domesticated the Savior? As she started to turn, she caught the warmth in her sister's smile. Or maybe, just maybe, the Savior wormed her way into the Evil Queen's heart.

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