"Really Miss Swan, your handwriting needs almost as much improvement as your wardrobe."

Emma rolled her eyes at the comment. Regina was going over the paperwork from the station this month, and every five minutes she had another snarky remark.

"Ya know Regina, just because I don't write like I'm from a fairytale land, doesn't mean I don't have good handwriting. And my wardrobe is perfectly fine the way it is. You don't hear me complaining about your handwriting or clothes." Emma propped her feet up on Regina's desk and leaned back.

"Well of course not dear. My handwriting is exquisite and my clothes are top of the line and fit me perfectly." Regina said pushing Emma's feet off of her desk.

Emma couldn't disagree. Everything is perfect about Regina. Her clothes, her handwriting, the little scar on her lip, her cooking. Man her cooking was untouched. The way she raised that perfectly sculpted eyebrow. That smug smirk she always wears. Her love for Henry. Even the way she continuously torchers and talks about Mary Margret was perfect. Let's not even discuss how gorgeously beautiful she is. Just unnecessarily breathtaking. Just freaking perfect. That's why I'm in love with you… Emma thought to herself. She leaned her head back and let out a long sigh. Being around Regina always made it hard for her to control where her thoughts went. No matter what was happening she ended up at the same realization. She was in love with Regina Mills. And she had it bad.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?!"

Emma looked up to see Regina. Shell-shocked, mouth agape, staring.

"Ummm, I didn't say anything. You were saying how perfect your handwriting and clothes were and I just leaned back and didn't respond."

"No, you said "That's why I'm in love with you"…"

Silence.

Now it was Emma's turn to look shocked. She knew she should close her mouth but she couldn't. She knew she should deny it but she couldn't. And if she was being honest with herself, she didn't want to. Nevertheless, she still couldn't get over the fact that she had said that out loud. Idiot.

They just stared at each other, Emma too afraid to say something and Regina waiting for an explanation. She was rarely rendered speechless but at this moment she didn't know what to say. She had found herself falling in love with Emma more and more even though she tried to ignore it. She knew the blonde could never return her feelings. Or could she? She was growing impatient.

"Well, Miss Swan…care to explain what that was about?"

"No. Can we just forget it happened? Please?" Emma was completely embarrassed, but she could have sworn she saw some type of emotion flicker across Regina's face. She just couldn't place what it was.

"Indeed. I should be used to your random outbursts of meaningless things by now." Regina immediately went back to her paperwork, but her mind was elsewhere. Why would Emma say something like that at this moment? Did she mean it? Was this some sick joke? There was no way she was going to be able to concentrate for the rest of this meeting.

"Oh no, I meant it. I just didn't mean to say it out loud." Emma isn't sure where this inch of confidence came from but she was tired of hiding her feelings.

Regina dropped her pen, but kept her eyes on the paperwork. This isn't real. This isn't happening. I must be dreaming.

"Look Regina, I know I'm an idiot, and Snow White's and Charming's daughter. And I know I'm messy and sometimes irresponsible and basically a child stuck in a grown woman's body to you, but I am in love with you. I know because when I look at you, I feel like I finally found a home. I don't feel like an orphan, or a Savior, or a hero. I just feel like me. When I'm away from you, all I can do is think about you. Every night when I'm lying in bed, I have to stop myself from calling you, or from poofing myself into your room to hold you while you sleep...Wait! That sounds creepy…" Emma let out a sigh. "Look, I'm not in love with the idea of you, I'm in love with every single part of you. The part of you that's rude and irritable and sassy. The part that's broken and fragile and sensitive. The part that's loving and kind and sweet. The parts that are a secret to everyone. I'm in love with who you used to be, who you are, and who you will be. I'm in love with the Evil Queen. I'm in love with the Mayor. I'm in love with Henry's mother. But most importantly, I'm in love with Regina Mills. Because that's who you are to me. You're not what everyone thinks you are, you're you. Without the fairytale land, without the town, even without being a mother, to me you're just Regina. And whether you return these feeling for me or not, Regina Mills will always be more than enough for me."

Emma finally stops pacing and just stands there. Her eyes shut closed as she realizes she just poured her heart out and she doesn't want to see the look on Regina's face. Seriously, what was I thinking? Suddenly she feels a set of arms around her neck and a set of lips on hers. The scent captivates her immediately. Chocolate and apples.

Regina Mills is kissing me. Sexy, gorgeous, intelligent, woman of my dreams, REGINA MILLS is kissing me. The kiss is passionate, yet simple. Not too long, not too short, just perfect. Like the woman standing in front of her.

They stand there, foreheads pressed together, Emma's eyes closed, and Regina adoring the idiot in front of her.

"Em-

"Regina, I swear if this is a dream, I'm gonna wake up crying and frustrated."

Regina laughed. Like actually let out a hearty laugh. Emma, opened her eyes to witness such a glorious thing.

"Trust me, if this was a dream we'd be doing a lot more than just standing here." Regina begins playing with Emma's hair. She has so much to say, but doesn't exactly know how to say it.

Emma notices the look on Regina's face. Thoughtful. Regina was in deep thought. Which only made Emma nervous. Crap.

"Regina wh-"

"Emma I-"

They spoke simultaneously. Both then offering the other to go.

Emma starts rubbing circles into Regina's lower back as they stand there. "Go ahead Regina."

Regina takes a deep breath before she makes eye contact with Emma again. Well, it's now or never. You're a Queen. You can do this.

"Emma…You're an idiot,"

Ouch.

"and I love that about you. I know what that word is supposed to mean. I know its synonyms are stupid, dumb, moronic, etcetera etcetera. But Emma, when I call you an idiot, the only synonyms that come to my mind are brave, courageous, beautiful, loving, forgiving, kind, and just overall magnificent. That may not make since to you, but it makes perfect since to me. The first time I thought you were an idiot was when you were saving my life. Because I thought logically, you HAD to be stupid to even think about saving me. But then you kept saving me, and being there for me, and I realized you aren't stupid. You're just brave and courageous. And then I look at you and you're this beautiful goddess that loves my son, and your parents. And then even when you forgave me for everything I've done, I KNEW you had to be idiotic, but no, you're just loving and kind and gentle and understanding. Completely magnificent…and I love magnificent things Emma. You…you give idiot a new meaning to me and I love that. I love you Emma. Not the Savior. Not the hero. Not the White Knight. Just Emma. I love you because when you do something, you give it your all. I love that you don't let people change your mind easily. I love that you don't care that I hate this atrocious red jacket, or that coffin on wheels you refer to as a car. I love that you speak your mind, even when you don't really think about it before you say it. I love how you act like a child but can easily turn into an adult when necessary. I love that you're an idiot. My idiot. I love you, for you. I'm in love with you Emma. And the fact that you can love me makes me love you even more. "

There was a long silence. Both of them looking into each other's eyes. A wide grin spread across Emma's face.

"You called me Emma…like 6 times."

"Really?! That's what you got from that? I swear yo-"

Pink lips smashed against red ones. Regina instantly forgetting what she was fussing about. Emma licked along Regina's bottom lip and slowly slid her tongue in. Both sets of lips moved in sync, both tongues fighting for dominance passionately, slowly, lovingly. Emma pulled away slowly, looking at Regina, as if nothing else in the world mattered.

"Ya know, I always did like it when you called me an idiot. But now that I know what it means, I definitely love it…Regina, we're in love with each other."

Regina raised her eyebrow and smirked.

"I am completely aware of that, I'm guessing you have a point dear?"

"Sooo…does that mean you're my girlfriend now? Or are you gonna make me work for it? I mean, I know you're from the Enchanted forest and people probably get married after having such a revelation, but I'd rather take it slow ya know?"

Regina crossed her arms and leaned back against her desk. Smirk still in place. Emma knew she was screwed now. Fugghhh.

"Well dear, you're correct about the way marriage worked in the Enchanted Forest. People did get married rather quickly back then, but that was mainly imbeciles that did that…Including your parents. But to answer your question, I hadn't planned on making you work for it. I just figured we would go out on a proper date now. But I like your idea better." Regina walked around her desk and took a seat, propping her feet up on her desk and leaning back in her chair. "I expect to be wooed Miss Swan. Flowers, chocolates, fancy dinners, the whole shebang. I am a Queen after all. Afterwards, I'll give you an answer on whether or not we're in a relationship. You have to earn the right to call me your girlfriend."

Emma stared at her. Mouth agape. Slightly distracted by Regina's legs on the desk, not to mention the red pumps she had on. This woman will be the death of me.

"Regina! Are you serious?! Tell me you're kidding…"

They stared each other down for a few more seconds before a wide, smile broke out over Regina's face, and she walked towards Emma.

"Of course I'm kidding dear. However, the look of your face was quite amusing. Of course I'll be your girlfriend and you'll be mine."

Emma let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding.

"Hmmm, I like the sound of that. But you know what? I'm gonna woo you anyway. And I'm gonna give you everything you want because you're worth it. And I'm gonna give you a happy ending, by being your happy ending, because you deserve to be happy. And to start that off, I'm going to take you to dinner tonight. I'm going to treat you like the Queen you are. I'm going to give you the things you didn't even know you wanted. Because you're Regina Mills. And Regina Mills, my girlfriend, deserves *kiss* the *kiss* very *kiss* best *kiss*. And I'm going to give it to you."

Regina pulled Emma in for another kiss.

"My, my, my that Charming gene is extremely strong right now." Regina cleared her throat. "Speaking of Charming, I get to be there when you tell your parents."

Emma blinked. She hadn't even thought about that. They would have to tell Henry too, which didn't bother her, but her parents? More importantly, Mary Margaret, would definitely cause a scene. She rolled her eyes just thinking about it.

"First of all, never mention my parents again while we're making out. Secondly, fine. But can we do it tomorrow? I'm really not in the mood for Mary Margaret's drama right now."

Regina let out a sigh and crossed her arms. She was looking forward to seeing the look of horror that would be on Snow's face.

"Fine, dear. I guess that gives me enough time to prepare for such an event."

Emma rolled her eyes. I should have known she would want to torture my mom…Snow…Mary Mar…eh whatever.

"Gina, this is not an opportunity for you to torture my parents. Specifically Mary Margaret. Don't go home writing out things to say and do to torture her. I just want it to go by quickly and painlessly."

Regina tilted her head to the side as she looked at Emma. Did she just…?

"What did you just call me?"

A proud grin spread across the younger woman's face.

"Gina."

"And you're shortening my name because?" Regina lifted an eyebrow and tried to mask the blush she felt rising in her cheeks.

"Cause it's cute. And so are you. Actually you're far from cute. You're gorgeous. But also cute. Okay I'm rambling. Anywaysss, it's the nickname I call you. Well, I've never actually called you "Gina" in real life, but I do in my head. Do you like it?" Emma cast a knowing smirk towards the older woman.

She's been calling me nicknames in her head? Such a goofball. She called me cute. CUTE. No one has ever called me cute before. Ugh, why do I have this feeling from her just calling me cute? I don't even do cute. Regina get it together, like honestly. Regina pretended to be busy looking at her perfectly manicured nails, trying to control the butterflies in her stomach & seem nonchalant.

"Hmmm, I suppose." The brunette finally looked up and made eye contact with the blonde, catching the smug look directed towards her. She rolled her eyes. "So dear, where are we going for dinner? Please tell me somewhere other than Granny's."

Emma backed away from her girlfriend and smirked again.

"Nope. I'm not telling you. It's a surprise. Just be ready by 7 o'clock. I'll come pick you up. Wear something casual. CASUAL Regina. As in jeans and a sweater or something. No heels! Okay? I'm about to woo you off your feet woman!"

Emma leaned forward and pecked the older woman on the cheek. "Bye Gina! Remember 7 o'clock! Love you!"

Emma was out of the door before Regina could object to any of her demands. She knew Regina would protest to wearing jeans, so she didn't give her a chance to. Emma looked at her watch. 2:50pm. Okay Swan. Only a few hours to set up the perfect date. She got in her car and headed to go see her best friend Ruby. She had some planning to do.