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Suits and Honeysuckle

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Regina smiled as she started to wake up feeling a familiar body slowly moving over her under the covers. Emma languidly moved against Regina with bare limbs and searching, soft hands. Regina had to bite her lip to stop the giggle that was bubbling up as Emma’s fingers tickling her behind her knees and soft lips nipping Regina’s inner thigh. She couldn’t help the languid stretch or the contented sigh that escaped her lips as she felt Emma’s warm breath on her core. Emma wasn’t one to linger at times like these, which made Regina eternally grateful. At the first touch of Emma’s tongue, Regina moaned. Emma started in earnest at the sound, bathing Regina with long slow strokes and worked two fingers into her tight passage. As she started to pump with long slow strokes into Regina, she nibbled and sucked on the little bud. She upped the tempo when she heard the brunette’s little gasps.  Regina started to come undone, shuddering all around her. Giving her one last kiss, Emma pulled away and laid her head on Regina’s silk-clad stomach. She pulled back the covers and smiled up at Regina.

Regina’s eyes were still closed but a smile spread across the brunette’s lips. “Good Morning, Sheriff.” She finally opened her eyes and looked down at glowing green eyes. Her blonde curls stuck out at all angles as she gave Regina an endearing smile. She tucked one of those wayward curls behind her ear and stroked her cheek.

Emma smiled into Regina’s stomach and placed a kiss on the soft expanse while Regina ran her finger through her hair. “Good Morning, Mayor Mills.” They laid in comfortable silence as the sun started to rise over Storybrooke. Regina shifted to get up and Emma moaned. She curled herself around Regina stronger in an attempt to keep her in the bed. “No! Lets just stay here all day. We’ll read the paper, well you’ll read the paper I’ll do the crossword puzzle, I’ll give you foot rubs and . . . other rubs.”

Regina laughed as Emma wiggled her eyebrows at her. “Not today, I’m afraid. You have to go relieve Miss Lucas, and I have to finish working through budget proposals.” Emma grumbled into her stomach some more. “Not to mention the fact that our son will never get up without the use of a crane if I don’t start breakfast. Now let me up.”

Emma frowned but complied. She rolled to the other side of the bed, and watched her girlfriend get up. As Regina walked towards the bathroom, her blue silk-clad hips swayed causing the blonde to whistle. Regina smiled back with an eyebrow wiggle of her own, and Emma didn’t need further invitation. Some time later after the women shared a thorough shower and breakfast, the Swan-Mills trio left for the day.

Regina dropped off Henry and Emma as she made her way to City Hall. Regina was waist deep in proposals from the newly composed City Council, which turned out to be Snow old council, when a knock pulled her away. Although the person who came in wasn’t exactly who she was expecting. Snow sat down in one of the chairs across from Regina’s carved stone desk. She held a large binder stuffed to the brim and she seemed a little nervous. “Hello Regina. I’m sorry to interrupt you.”

Regina smiled as she played with the pen in her hands, “It’s no problem Snow. You’re welcome to see me any time. What can I help you with?”

“Well, I have been talking to a few people in town and they were talking about how great the Spring Festival was, and really how grateful they were to you and your help with that.”

Regina looked shrewdly at Snow. She could see the pixie haired woman was going somewhere with this. “It wasn’t just me. I believe it was the council spearheading the whole event.”

“Yes, well it would have never been approved if it wasn’t for you, and that is precisely why I’m here. When I was talking to those same people they indicated that they would really appreciate it if there was a way to have a harvest festival this year.” When Regina started to hedge with a denial Snow stopped her, “You wouldn’t have to worry about budgeting it so much. I have talked to vendors who have indicated they would be happy to donate services and goods, and for those that would need funding they have indicated extremely fair prices for us.” Regina lifted her eyebrow at Snow. “You don’t have to make a decision right now. Here is everything I have. Look it over and just consider it.”Snow put the large binder on Regina’s desk and backed away, “I have to go. David’s waiting for me at home. Thank you for listen, Regina, and please consider it.” Snow left and Regina looked over at the large blue binder before turning back to the proposals.

Emma waited in their booth at Granny’s and watched the lunch crowd. Like clockwork Regina came in precisely at 1:05pm. Except for this time she had a blue binder tucked in her arms. She dropped the binder on the table and leaned down to give Emma her pre-lunch kiss. “Hello dear, I trust work is going well.”

“Yea, its been pretty slow thankfully. I only had two cats in trees and three kids skipping school. How ‘bout you?”

Regina sighed, “Fine, busy. You’ll never guess who visited me today.”

“Oh, who?”

“Your mother.” Emma looked surprised as Regina opened up the binder and started to flip through it, “She wants to hold a Harvest Festival, and from the looks of it she’s already got it planned out.”

Emma leaned over to catch a peek in the binder, “Sounds fun, can the town afford it?”

Regina looked through again, “I suppose. I’ll have to dig around and see if there’s any money not being used. This means longer nights.”

Emma groaned but smiled as Red placed their food in front of them. Emma dug into the turkey club and fries while Regina ate her cobb salad. Pushing the binder back she looked over at Emma, “I think this might actually be a good idea. I mean any time you can celebrate without the threat of destruction is a good thing, right?”

Emma stuffed two fries in her mouth, “hey, you know me. I have a soft spot for festivals.” They shared a smile remembering how Emma stood up to Robin during the Spring Festival, ultimately leading to a fake relationship turned very real in a matter of weeks. Regina thought Emma was trying to make up for bring Marian back by posing as her girlfriend. She still remembered that night of the double date with the Charmings. As Emma confessed her feelings, Regina felt relieved and ecstatically happy. When Emma tried to pull away after their first real kiss Regina pulled her into the house. There was no way they would pass this up. After all the years they had been fighting this, Regina wasn’t going to wait any longer. They had snuck upstairs after making sure Henry was really asleep in his room. The look in Emma’s eyes was something Regina would never forget. It was the same she had every time Regina walked into a room--a mixture of awe and desire. When Emma touched Regina it was hesitant and gentle, but had quickly turned feverish and desperate for more. Emma was no longer hesitant to touch Regina, but she was still gentle and desperate when she need her to be.

“Then I guess Storybrooke is having another festival.” Emma smiled as she polished off her sandwich. Regina opened the binder again and flipped to a back page and smiled over at the blonde. After snagging a french fry Regina said, “and it seems we’ll also be having a Ball.” Emma’s face fell instantly.

“I don’t understand why I have to go to some STUPID Ball!!!” Emma wanted to puke on all the ridiculously princessy dresses. Yards of silk, lace, and ribbons littered the living room in the apartment. “This isn’t the Enchanted Forest. Its not like it’s an obligation.”

Snow gave her a face that said otherwise, “actually Emma you kind of have to go. Not only are you the sheriff, a high government official, but you're also a princess. And princesses go to balls and wear pretty dresses.”

Emma sat down heavily and buried her head in one of the stuffed pillows, “but I don’t want to. I don’t even really like wearing dresses. The only reason I ever wear a dress is if I’m trying to catch a bounty or when I’m trying to get laid. Since I’m no longer a bounty hunter and I have a girlfriend I don’t really need to worry about it anymore.”

Snow had enough. She threw up her hands and reached for her phone. After hammering out a fierce text Snow went back to sorting through all the dress. Soon after, Emma got a call that she answered quickly. “Emma you have to go the ball.”

Emma groaned, “come on Regina. Not you too.”

“Yes Emma. You have to go to the ball, because if I have to be subjected to that torture then so do you.”

Emma shot a dirty look at Snow who just smiled at her. Emma stuck out her tongue and turned back to the phone, “Fine but I am NOT wearing one of these God awful dresses.”

“Of course not dear, that’s not your style. Just tell your mother you're going and that’s the best she can hope for. I’ll take care of the rest, ok? I’ll see you tonight.”

“Alright; I love you.” Emma ignored her mother’s misty look as Snow put her hand over her heart.

“Love you too, Emma.” She hung up leaving Emma to deal with Snow.

“She said to tell you that I am going and that is the best you can hope for.” Snow just sniffed as she started to put everything, away cutting her loses. “So what’s this going to be like? Is it going to have stuffy music and tiny food portioned?”

Snow looked affronted amidst a sea of taffeta, “The music won’t be stuff. We’ll have some formal music and some dance music.Most importantly, Regina’s royal chef is making the food so it will be absolutely scrumptious. You’ll eat your fill, I’m sure. He’s even making these strawberry chocolate pastries. They are to die for.”

Emma laughed, “yeah, and I’m sure you would have died if you got close enough to have one.” She looked up to see Snow avoiding eye contact. “Wait, did you . . . ?”

Snow smiled shyly, “I had snuck into one of her balls before I was . . . banished when I was younger. I stole one from a waiter, and the rest of the night I watched from balcony as she worked her way around the ballroom buttering up all those aristocrats and dignitaries. She used to be quite the diplomat before everything. Although I guess she had to be. Being queen is never easy, but coming from a lower station like the daughter of a fifth son in a small kingdom like her father’s . . . it had to be very hard. She definitely had to prove herself.”

Emma scratched the back of her neck, “oh yeah, I can see how a fifteen year old girl who had lived in an abusive home and had witnessed her first love get his heart ripped out only to be immediately married off to a man twice her age would need to prove herself to everybody.”

Snow signed forgetting who she was talking to. “Emma, where we are from. . . life is hard and filled with incredible amounts of pain. More pain than Storybrooke has to offer. I’m starting to realize how much our family has been responsible for Regina’s share, and I’m heartbroken by it. But I believe that you are making great strides in righting those wrongs. I have always believed Regina was capable of good, and that all she needed was a little bit of love, even though there have been times I lost sight of that. When I see her with you I see that she finally has hope again, and it makes me optimistic.”

Emma nodded her head, “Thanks. It just hard sometimes thinking about everything that happened to Regina, you know? I appreciate you being so understanding.” Snow smiled and finished putting everything away. “Well after that depressing little talk I have to go see my girlfriend.” That night Emma had seemed unusually quiet but incredibly attentive to Regina.

Preparations for the festival went by fast and fairly easy with Snow’s extensive planning. Emma brought on the auxiliary help from last festival, using three men that had been soldiers for Snow and Charming. They were happy to help given they had been working in the grocery store this entire time. During the fair Emma, David, and Red patrolled the fairgrounds keeping the peace. Emma soon found out that Harvest Festival meant Oktoberfest with some crafts and farming competitions. When she asked, Snow just shrugged, “well what else did we have to do in the Enchanted Forest. We didn’t have television or music like here, and books weren’t necessarily easy to come by, so we drank and made things.” That makes sense I guess. Still, Emma kept a close eye on the rowdy revelers in the beer tent. One o’clock came and the auxiliary relieved them for the night. Emma was exhausted from working a ten hour shift, so the first thing she did when she got home was pass out on the bed.

It felt like only minutes had passed when Regina firmly grabbed Emma’s ankle and shook her awake. “Coming on dear, you have to get ready for the Ball. She looked over to see Regina had already showered and had her hair blow dried. Emma rubbed her hands over her face when she noticed, “how did your hair get longer?”

“Their called extensions dear now hurry up.”

With a groan as she rolled out of bed and looked over at the clock and found it was already after 5:30. She had less than an hour to shower and get ready. She showered in record time and was walking from the bathroom wrapped in a towel when she caught sight of the black garment bag. It must have arrived earlier today while she was sleeping. She remembered two weeks ago when a small man was kissing Regina’s cheek and left the mansion in a hurry. When Emma asked Regina told her it was her old dress maker. When Emma heard that she stopped dead in her tracks, “Does that mean we’ll be seeing. . . the ‘royal cleavage’ again?”

Regina just smiled slyly. Emma was celebrating when Regina’s words stopped her, “he’s making your outfit as well.” Emma stopped and looked at Regina with worry. She wouldn’t give her any clues as to what it was until Emma threatened to arrest the guy. Knowing Emma would follow through with the threat, and she didn’t want to delay her dress, Regina finally gave the desperate blonde a little hint,“I’ll tell you that it will satisfy a fantasy I’ve been having.” That didn’t help at all. Instead, some of the most outrageous thoughts started running around her mind. Looking at the garment bag now Emma still wasn’t sure. Hesitantly, Emma reached for the zipper, and like a bandaid she whipped back the bag. Emma gaped at what was inside. Well that IS interesting.


Regina walked back into the bedroom ready to finally put on the creation Gustavo made for her. As soon as she walked in she was struck dumb by the sight. Emma had her hair pulled up in a messy bun with a few curls around her face with sweeping bangs. The tight black pants hugged her legs and ass nicely. Emma turned around with the strip of black silk hanging around her neck, “how do you tie this thing.” Regina smiled as she bit her lower lip. She took hold of the tie and with a few deft twist straightened the windsor knot. After tucking it under the crisp white collar, she ran her hands along Emma’s shoulders and looked her over. Emma smiled at her, “This is it, huh? Suits are your thing?”

Regina could only smile back. Quickly she reached for the black blazer and held it out for Emma. As she smoothed the black fabric on Emma’s shoulders and arms, Regina could only smile in appreciation. She looked better than in her fantasies. It could have been the thought of Emma’s lack of propriety wrapped up in the attire of respectability that spurred on the idea, or it may have been the many ways they could really use that tie. Either way, Regina loved it. Emma turned away from the mirror, “alright enough gawking. You need to get dressed. We’re late already.”

Regina stepped back. With a roll of the wrists purple plumes of smoke started bubbling and rising around her feet and legs. As the smoke rose to her chest, the blue robe dropped. As the smoke dissipated Regina was left standing in red velvet and black lace. The velvet hugged her curves like a glove, along her waist was a bejeweled corset, and her cleavage was somewhat modestly covered with a black lace cutout. It wasn’t as much “royal cleavage” as she was hoping for but something about the peek-a-boo look was so much more sexy. She looked every bit the Evil Queen, and Emma loved it. Seeing Emma was properly enticed, Regina held Emma’s hand, “Come along dear. We don’t want to miss the festivities.”

Regina and Emma arrived in the hallway outside the large meeting hall-turned-ballroom in a puff of purple smoke. Emma blinked a bit of magic dust out of her eye as they stood there. They could hear the Ball in full swing on the other side of the doors. As Emma was straightening the sleeves of her jacket she saw Regina turn towards the doors, her breath catching in her throat. Emma had missed that the dress would have been backless if it wasn’t for the black lace. “Regina, how do you get out of that dress?”

Regina looked back at Emma with a raised eyebrow, “Why?”

“Because if I don’t know how to get you out of it now, I’m gonna rip it off of you later.”

Regina just smiled as she turned back to the doors. “Are you ready dear?” Without waiting for a response Regina walked towards the doors, and with a waving motion the doors flew open. Everyone stopped and looked at Regina who stood with her hands on her hips exuding confidence which hadn’t been seen since the Enchanted Forest. People forgot for a minute where they were as the sight of the Evil Queen stood before them. That was until Emma came walking up behind her, hands in the pockets of her pants. She smiled and gave a half-hearted wave, “sorry we’re late.”

Snow quickly motioned the for the music to resume, and approached the two. Everyone started to murmur around them, some wives and girlfriends swatting at drooling husbands and leering boyfriends. “Glad you both could finally make it. What took you so long?”

Emma pulled Regina close with a possessive hand on her girlfriend’s hip. “I took a nap and slept a little later than planned. We’re here now. How’s the Ball going?”

Snow started nervously brushing her hands down the silver and white ballgown she wore. “Good; everyone seems to be having a great time.” Emma looked around to see people standing around talking with drinks in hand. Everyone was dressed up like they were in a fairy tale book, which I guess was the point, yet as Emma looked around, “great” didn’t seem to be the best word to describe it. The princesses seemed to be enjoying themselves, and some of the other people seemed to enjoy rubbing elbows with the upper crust, but there seemed to be an obvious lack of party in the atmosphere.

Regina pulled away from the two to go talk to the familiar and very well dressed little man. “So I see you’ve managed to weasel your way out of a dress.”

Emma smiled at her mother, “I had nothing to do with this. Regina was the one to set this up. Seems Regina has a thing for women suits, and I must say I look damn good in it too.”

Snow just rolled her eyes when David and Henry came walking up. “Hey kid, you look great.” He blushed as he straightened the red and black silk vest. “You look like you stepped out of victorian novel.”

“I look stupid. How come I couldn’t just wear a suit like you? I’m not even from the Enchanted Forest.”

“Because your mother was, and because Wendy obviously seems to like it.” She glanced over to where the girl was standing by her brothers.

Henry looked over to see her quickly looking somewhere else. He smiled up at Emma, “She’s been doing that all night. I guess this isn’t that bad.”

Emma smiled as she straightened her tie. She looked over at Regina who was openly leering at the blonde, “I’m gonna have to agree with you.”

The Ball went on for a couple hours. Emma took part in the free liquor as did some others, but after three hours, Emma had enough. “When are we going to get some actual music going.” Snow’s only response was soon, but Emma was getting bored. Red came up to where Emma was finishing her third chocolate strawberry pastry and sipping her bourbon. Red, like some, chose to wear more modern clothing with a red dress she borrowed from Emma. “We may have to hijack this shindig.”

Red smiled as she sipped her beer, “what were you thinking?”

“I was thinking how lucky spoons are.” Confused Red followed Emma’s gaze and zeroed in on Regina talking to Tink and eating creme brulee in a little cup. She was taking a bite and sucking on the end of the spoon.

Red heard Emma’s groan and laughed. “I was talking about your plan to liven this thing up, you perv.”

“Oh that, well . . . I’ve got my man on the inside working on that one.” She nodded over to Henry who had Wendy and two of the lost boys around him. He was obviously orchestrating something over there, and Emma thoroughly approved. They watched as the group broke up and started to scurry. The two the lost boys slipped outside. Soon enough, one of them came walking in and approached the man in front of the little group of musicians. With a tap on his shoulder and a whisper the man started running out the doors. Emma nudged Red and pointed to Henry who was talking to Snow. “Watch, he’s going to pull the Makoto Bicycle.” They watched as Henry smoothly walked over to the guy who was sitting behind the DJ booth. After some words they both looked at Snow who smiled and nodded at the two. The DJ nodded and started to cue up some music. Suddenly, a well known Marvin Gaye jam started filtering through the speakers.


“I used to go out to parties

And stand around

'Cause I was too nervous

To really get down”


Emma and Red stopped and stared in wonder as the words drifted throughout the room. Emma put the glass down and looked over to the leggy brunette, “wanna dance?”

Red just laughed and watched as Emma slowly boogied her way onto the now empty dance floor. She started to take off her coat and flung it at her son who stood off to the side recording it all on his phone. Red could only laugh as Regina called out to her girlfriend, “are you drunk?”

Emma continued to swivel her hips and body roll, “not nearly enough to do this alone.” To Emma’s relief Red jumped out there with her and started dancing. That was all the encouragement people needed as they joined the two on the dance floor. As soon as the dancing started the liquor started flowing freely. It wasn’t long after that Henry found Emma to tell her he was leaving with the lost boys for a sleepover at their house. That was Emma’s cue to find her girlfriend who was standing off to the side, watching everyone in the room. She snuck up and held her close, kissing her on the neck. “Want to dance?”

“If by dancing you mean getting groped by a drunk in the middle of a dance floor filled with sweaty bodies, than no thank you.” Emma laughed in her ear as she started to sway with her. She loved the feel of Regina’s supple body pressed up against her front. Regina leaned back with an indulgent smile. Emma started nibbling behind her ear when Regina murmured, “we should go to my office. I have something important . . . I need you to see.”

“Hell yes,” Emma whispered as Regina led her away. Emma started to turn towards her office, but Regina pulled her down a different hall. Her heels reverberated loudly down the dark hallway and through a heavy metal door. From what Emma could tell they were in a room that led them out towards the apple tree. She could vaguely see it’s outline through the wall of green-tinted glass windows. All around them were potted plants and flowers. “What is this place?”

Regina pulled Emma close by the tie and kissed her hard. As Emma pulled away Regina caught her lower lip between her teeth and pulled away. “It’s the greenhouse. The groundskeepers use it to breed all the plants and flowers around town.”

Emma picked up Regina and set her down on the worktable. “That’s very interesting. I didn’t--”

“Shut up. You have more important things to do right now.” Laughing, Emma followed Regina’s orders trying to kiss all the available skin she could reach on Regina. Emma started gathering up the velvet skirt sliding her hands along the outside of her legs pushing up the skirt up to Regina’s thighs. She need to feel more of Regina. She reached up to get access to find a way to get Regina out of the dress, but she couldn’t figure out how to get past the black lace. She reached around trying to find buttons, a zipper, anything but it seemed as if Regina was sewn into the dress. Emma groaned in frustration at not having full access to Regina’s body and she had finally had enough. When Emma just couldn’t take it anymore she reached back and with both hand ripped the lace down the middle. Regina gasped at the sound and Emma started pulling the dress down off her tanned shoulders. “You wouldn’t do that if you knew how much this dress cost me.”

Emma pulled the dress down revealing perfect breasts and smiled, “I’m sorry babe, I love the dress and everything,” Emma started to brush a taut nipple with her thumb drawing a shuddering breath from Regina, “ but I really don’t give a damn.” Emma looked in awe at what she was seeing. No matter how many times she saw her like this, it always amazed her how beautiful Regina was. With the full moon filtering in, bathing the whole room in a glowing green light. Purple, yellow, pink, and red flowers surrounded her on the table. “God I love you, Regina.”

“I love you, Emma.” Emma leaned over and kissed Regina softly on the lips. Pushing the skirts higher on Regina’s lap, Emma reached down to softly touch her. Regina sighed at the first brush of Emma’s fingers. The caress wasn’t hurried but strong, spurring a moan from her lips. As Emma straightened up, Regina followed her with a tight hold on Emma’s tie. Emma placed a smiling kiss on Regina’s lips as she curled her fingers inside her. With shaking hands Regina reached for Emma’s pants barely able to get them unbuttoned and down her hips. She pushed the tucked in shirt out of the way. Regina found Emma was just as wet and aching as she stroked in time with Emma. Emma buried her face in Regina’s neck and rocked her hips against Regina’s strong hand. Regina was pulling Emma close to her as Emma was softly cursing against her skin. They reached the precipice together and as Emma fell over the edge she saw gold, violet, and blue sparks all around them. She leaned on Regina for support, not trusting her legs to hold her up. Regina had pulled her hand slowly from Emma’s center and pulled her close in a comforting hug. “Wow.”

Emma laughed and pulled back, “Yeah. That was . . . wow.” She leaned over her and smiled at Regina’s well-loved look. She was relaxed as she leaned back on her elbows. Emma reached over, plucked a sprig of the purple flower, and placed it behind Regina’s hair. Regina smiled and looked around her. As Emma leaned over her spreading kisses all over Regina’s breast, Regina spotted a pot of honeysuckle right next to her. The white and yellow blossoms seemed to call to her as she reached over and plucked a white bloom. After holding it to her nose to smell the sweet scent she tucked it behind Emma ear.

It wasn’t long after that, that the two quickly found themselves home, but their night did not end there.

Emma woke up with a languid stretch that you can only do on your day off. She cracked her eyes open to see the room bathed in sunlight. Her sleeping and very naked girlfriend was tucked in tightly against Emma’s front and the fingers of Emma’s left hand were intertwined with Regina’s. Feeling Emma move besides her, Regina stretched as well. Rolling away Emma reached up and started to rub her face. As her hands moved a shadow caught her eye and Emma pulled her hand away. “What the hell?” Emma held out her left hand to see a dark purple design encircling Emma’s left ring finger. She brought her hand close trying to figure out when that happened. Surely she wasn’t that drunk last night.

Regina looked over and saw what Emma was looking at and grabbed the blonde’s hand. “Oh no.”

“Look, you have one too! How drunk were we?”

Regina looked down at her hand to see the blue design on her finger. She immediately jumped out of bed and paced back and forth in front of the bed. Emma did not see waking up like this. Emma looked down at the design and rubbed it with her right thumb, “that’s weird. Usually tattoos are sore.”

“That’s because they aren’t tattoos. They’re markings.”

Emma finally sat up reading the anxiety in Regina, “Markings? What kind of markings are we talking about?”

Regina started pulling on clothes roughly, “as in the matrimonial kind.”

“Wait, what? You mean ‘matrimonial’ as in married?”

Regina was ignoring her as she was searching for matching shoes, “I knew something seemed off about that situation.”

Emma finally got out of bed and grabbed Regina by the shoulders. Emma caught Regina’s wide brown eyes, “Regina, what’s going on?”

She took a deep breath and pushed the hair from her face, “last night when we were in the greenhouse you said you loved me and gave me a flower. What did it look like?”

“Uhh, reddish purple; had ruffly petals.”

Regina walked over to the bed and picked up her phone and showed her a picture, “yeah, that’s it.”

“Myrtle. When I gave you the honeysuckle we completed a ritual accidentally. When you confess your love to the Harvest Moon and exchange myrtle representing true love and marriage and honeysuckle, which signifies the bonds of love, that means you’re committing yourselves to each other for eternity.”

Emma could see the distress playing over Regina’s face. Emma was taking the whole magic marriage idea better than she thought she would, but she didn’t want it if Regina really didn’t want it. she tried to calm Regina down, “hey, it can’t be that bad being married to me can it?”

Regina grabbed Emma by the face and meeting her eye to eye, “every time I find myself truly happy and in love it is ripped away from me. This is usually the point where I lose everything and I don’t want to lose this.”

She was afraid. Regina wasn’t panicking over being married it was fear of losing everything. “Ok. I get. I’ll get dressed and we’ll figure this out together.”