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Never Too Late

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I feel it everyday it's all the same

It brings me down but I'm the one to blame

I've tried everything to get away

So here I go again

Chasing you down again

Why do I do this?

Regina wasn't touchy. In fact, she was the opposite. At night, there was no "cuddling" or gentle caressing. They each slept near their respective edge of the bed, their bodies rarely touching - even in the beginning, when their love had been strong. That night, though, as she watched Emma shake in fear while she slept, she found herself rolling onto her other side and moving closer.

"Emma," she whispered. "You're dreaming again."

Her hand touched the woman's shoulder, gently shaking it. When Emma stirred awake, there were more tears in her eyes.

"Why do you care?" Regina said softly, looking into Emma's eyes as the blonde turned to face her.

Through her tears, Emma answered, "Because I still love you."

The silence that followed burned Emma like a hot iron against her skin. When Regina finally spoke, they were words Emma had never expected to hear.

Over and over, over and over

I fall for you

Over and over, over and over

I try not to

"Are you sleeping with Graham?"

"What?" Emma gasped, sitting straight up in bed as she wiped her eyes. "No! Why would you ask me that?"

"Because you kissed him."

"I told you, I didn't kiss him. He kissed me."

"I'd say that, too."

"You were the one sleeping with him, not me."

"That was a long time ago, and it was disgusting."

"Disgusting?" Emma laughed.

Regina couldn't fight the smirk as she nodded.


"What? Why?"

"Because I think he's disgusting, too."

"But you haven't slept with him?" Regina asked eagerly, leaning in just slightly.

"No," the sheriff replied. "Of course not."

"Are you interested in him?"

"What do you care?"

"I don't know," Regina blurted out.

Shit, she scolded herself. Why did I say that?

"I don't like to share," the mayor clarified.

"You don't want me, but no one else can have me?"


"You what?"

"I don't like to share."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"I don't intend to answer it."

"Stop playing games with me," Emma ordered her.

"I'm not playing games."

The sincerity filled Regina's eyes like a basin of water, and it caught Emma off guard.

"Then why are you acting like this?"

Regina didn't know what to say. The truth was too complicated.

"I don't know."

So many thoughts that I can't get out of my head

I try to live without you, every time I do I feel dead

I know what's best for me

But I want you instead

I'll keep on wasting all my time

"Just tell me," Emma said, sighing.

Regina looked up into her eyes.


"What? What is it?"

Slowly, the mayor's hand found the sheriff's. Regina rested hers on top, gently brushing Emma's warm skin. Again, the blonde was startled.

"I don't know," Regina repeated, tears joining the sincerity in her eyes. "I don't know what's happening to us."

"It scares me," Emma told her. "I'm angry, and it scares me."

"Henry doesn't want to lose you."

Emma went quiet.

"I don't want to lose you, either," Regina finally confessed.

"You don't hate me," Emma whispered, leaning down to kiss the woman's lips.

"I know."

The mayor reached up and wiped a few drops of sweat from Emma's brow, calming her slightly.

"Can I just sleep in your arms tonight? Just this once, Regina."

"It's uncomfortable."

"Just for tonight."

Regina hesitated, but she moved closer and wrapped an arm around Emma's shoulders, pulling her down gently. Emma, a little surprised, tucked her head against the woman's shoulder.

"Will this help you fall asleep?" Regina asked quietly.

Her muscles were tensed, but as she listened to Emma breathing deeply, they started to relax. When Emma nodded her head weakly, Regina pulled her closer and draped her other arm over the blonde's toned body.

As soon as she was sure the woman was sleeping, Regina whispered, "Goodnight, Emma," and fell asleep as well.