Summary | Massachusetts State Police Capt. Emma Swan leaves her red-hot career to become the police chief of sleepy Storybrooke, Maine. She’s hoping for a less-complicated, less-dangerous life, a desire that is dashed on both counts. Swan Queen is endgame
“Dammit, woman, if you’re going to molest me again, I need some protein,” she grinned through a kiss, nipping a full lip. She pointed to a table setting on the opposite side of hers. “You’re over there. Eat up.”
One perfect black eyebrow arched to the sky.
“Stop!” Emma snorted. “I’ve created a monster.”
“I have a lot of time to make up for.”
“And you’re going to kill me in the process.” The blonde smiled as she worked on a mouthful of eggs. “But what a way to go.”
Following breakfast and cleanup, the one-person camp shower found itself host to two, the tight space not proving as much of an impediment as the lack of hot water. Once dressed, they packed and hauled their belongings back to the Mercedes before returning to the front door for one last look.
Arms slung around each other’s waist, Emma kissed the top of Regina’s head. “I want to buy this place,” she murmured into still damp black hair.
Emma smiled to herself and led them back to the car, which brought them home far earlier than expected. They weren’t due to pick Henry up for another two hours.
“We could go grab him,” Emma offered innocently, dropping their bags in the foyer. Regina sidled up beside her girlfriend and squeezed a hand, casting a wicked glance toward the stairs.
One hour and forty-five minutes later, they raced around Regina’s bedroom trying to find hastily flung clothes.
“I can’t believe we didn’t see the time,” Regina grumbled, tossing a pair of underwear at her girlfriend.
“Hey, if you’re naked, the last thing I’m looking at is a clock.”