Emma was glad that today was Saturday – it meant that she had the day off to recuperate after her night of drinking. When she woke up, she cursed the sun for being so bright, wishing that she had stronger curtains to warn off the dangerous rays that settled upon her. Her brain was rolling within her skull, and she felt as if she was going to throw up at any given moment. She moaned as she opened her eyes, squinting them as she tried to get used to the blazing sunlight. She turned ever so slightly to see what the time read. Her eyes opened in surprise when she read that it was 12.15pm. She hardly ever slept in that late – if she did, it was because she was seriously sick. She supposed that being hung-over counted as being sick, but she didn't want to admit that she had drunken enough to warrant one.

She wanted to get up and have a shower to hurry her recovery, but she couldn't bring herself to move. She was hurting all over – her head, all the way down to her stomach. Especially her stomach. It was killing her. It felt as if she had been hit by a bus – yet it was only because of two punches. She groaned as she put her hand on it, assessing whether or not is was swollen. It was painful, but fortunately not swollen. She groaned once again as her work phone rang beside her, which only rang when it meant there was a major case to come to work too. This is not happening, she thought to herself as she snatched her phone from her bedside table. "Swan," She answered, in a deep tone which illustrated the fact that she had just woken up, and had a hangover. "Emma... It's Regina. Sorry to ring you on this phone – I don't have your personal one," Regina responded, her voice indicating that she had something on her mind. Emma was surprised to hear her voice – especially because of what happened the night before. "Regina," Emma breathed, forcing herself to sit up. She winced from the pain in her stomach, and the fact that she felt like being sick. "How are you feeling this morning?" Regina asked, causing Emma's heart to flutter slightly. She did care – why else would she be ringing? "I've just gotten up... I've had better days," Emma responded, her tone sounded somewhat nervous, as she was wondering what Regina thought about her. "Regina... I just want to say something about last night... Last night shouldn't have happened, I am so sorry," Emma apologised, awkwardly awaiting Regina's response. There was a slight pause, warranting Emma to think that maybe she had hung up. "Nothing happened. There is nothing to be sorry for," Regina finally responded. "Do you need anything? Like McDonalds or anything? That's always helped me when I have felt like you are," Regina asked, her tone changing slightly, to be more relaxed. Emma let out a small laugh. "Yeah, sure, that would be handy, thank you," Emma commented, her mood changing ever so slightly. "Great. I'll be at your apartment soon then," Regina replied, hanging up before Emma had the chance to thank her.

Emma smiled as she pressed the end button on her phone. She knew she had to get up sooner or later – there was no way she wanted Regina to see her the way she was, with her hair in a mess, and her nightly barely done up right, because she had put it on when she was drunk. She forced herself to get out of bed, even though it was severely painful. She walked into the bathroom, pausing to put her hands on her sink to regroup herself. She breathed in and out slowly, closing her eyes, to try and get past the fact that she needed to be sick. Once she was fully convinced that she could keep her stomach down, she turned to her shower and turned it to the right temperature. She took off her clothes, and stepped in, allowing the water to sprinkle over her naked body. She closed her eyes as she put her head under the water, causing it to cover her whole body. After what seemed like forever, she moved her head back and opened her eyes. No matter how long she wanted to stay under there, letting the water wash away her issues, she knew she needed to hurry, unless she wanted Regina to come to her apartment while she was still naked in her shower. At that thought, she managed to picture Regina coming into the bathroom to join her – this caused Emma to let out a small moan, her hand unconsciously moving down towards her clit. She rubbed it slowly as she thought about a naked Regina having a shower with her, touching Emma all over her body, kissing her willingly and lovingly. She rubbed a little faster as she pictured Regina touching her breasts, her stomach, and her vagina. She couldn't help herself, it was all she needed to finish the deed. She panted and moaned as she came close to finishing, letting out a small bewildered cry as she did come to a close. Why did she do this to herself?

Emma finished washing herself, carefully washing her stomach, not wanting to cause herself anymore pain. She turned off the shower, and carefully stood out of it, grabbing her towel to wrap around herself. She felt a whole lot better now, that she had freshened up. All she needed now was a huge glass of water and something to eat, and as soon as Regina got there she would probably have both. Emma smiled as she walked back to her room to get herself dressed. It didn't take her long to put on a shirt and some pants that weren't tight enough to do anymore damage to her stomach. Once she had finished getting dressed, she walked out into the dining room, and decided that she should probably clean up before Regina got there. She picked up her now empty bottle of Vodka, feeling slightly queasy by the sight of it, her glass, and took them into the kitchen. She threw the bottle in the bin, and placed her glass in the dishwasher. She would get to her dirty dishes later – right now wasn't the best time. She went back into the lounge and picked up the pillows off the floor and put them back onto the couch. It looked slightly better – which was good, because as soon as Emma went to pick up something else to clean, there was a knock on the door, signalling that Regina  had arrived. With a small, yet noticeable, smile on her face, Emma walked over to the door to open it.

"Regina, come in," Emma offered, standing aside – making more of a space so the action of last night would not repeat. Olivia smiled, and walked inside, handing Emma take-away bag of McDonalds. "It's a Quarter Pounder – I hope you like that, because it's my favorite," Regina told her, smiling. "How are you feeling now? You look a lot better than last night, and sound a lot better than this morning," Regina pointed out, glancing around the room, noticing that she had cleaned up after herself, which was a good sign. She looked back at her, noticing how wet her hair was, and how relaxed she looked. Regina couldn't but feel slightly turned on, thinking about the fact that Emma had just come out of the shower. "I feel incredibly better – thank you," Emma responded, turning to walk further into her apartment. "Do you want anything to drink? A Tea? Or Coffee?" Emma asked, placing the bag of food down on her counter before walking into the kitchen. "I wouldn't mind a coffee – I hear yours are famous in the squad room," Regina commented with a slight laugh. Emma turned to look at her with a smirk upon her face. "Only for those who I like," Emma responded, before turning to make Regina one of her 'famous' coffees. "Sugar?" Emma asked, turning her head ever so slightly to look back at Regina. She noticed that her eyes were focused somewhere other than the back of head. This caused her heart to skip a beat – was she imagining it, or was Regina Mills staring at her arse?

Regina quickly looked back up at Emma, cursing herself that she hadn't realised that Emma had turned sooner. Did she notice anything? Regina bit her lip, realising how awkward the situation at just gotten. "Uh, yes please," Regina replied, causing Emma to smirk and turn back to making her coffee. Once Emma had finished, she walked over to Regina, carrying her mug with both hands. She stood just in front of her, and took a sip of the coffee herself, before passing it to Regina. "It's my best one yet," Emma told her, looking down at the cup, watching as Regina took it from her, her hands touching her own as she did so. Emma looked back up at Regina, watching her as she took the cup to her lips to take a sip. "You're right. These are famous," Regina commented, before putting the cup back down on the counter. She looked at Emma for a second, both staring at each other. Before they both knew it, they were in each other's arms, kissing each other with more force than they ever had kissed anyone else before. Emma moved her hand behind Regina's head, pulling her closer. Regina had her hand on Emma's arse, pulling her even closer.

Nothing in their minds thought this was wrong – right now they were enjoying the moment, taking in each other's embrace, both having no idea just how the other felt about each other.