Title: Shots
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Feedback address: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Date in Calendar: 23 December 2014
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: Regina/Emma
Rating: R-ish
Word Count: 1123
Recipient: Manders
Prompt: "how about canon up to current, with them drinking at granny's"
Summary: Shots of tequila with Emma give Regina a new perspective on life and love.
Spoilers: Canon divergence of ep 04x11, "Heroes & Villains", so everything up to that point is fair game, including allusions to past OutlawQueen
Warnings: No standard warnings apply.
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Author’s Notes: Yeah, I wasn't entirely sure how this was going to pan out, but I think I'm okay with it. I'm not sure if I'll ever write it, but I'm kinda curious as to exactly what happened after all those shots. *veg* Oh, and the dialogue in the first scene is straight from the episode itself. Because I could...

Dedication: My muses, as usual…

Beta: Shatterpath, but all remaining mistakes are mine…

Taking another sip of coffee, I grimace at the cold, bitter taste. Clearly Granny's the only one who can make proper coffee in this place. I'm not even sure why I'm here tonight. Well, I do, but I'm not going to deal with it or the fact that the mansion is far too big and lonely right now. Footsteps ring across the tile floor, and I know who it is within the first three steps.

"I'm not in the mood for a hope speech, Emma," I say as she settles on the stool next to me. I swear, if she says one word, I'll shove a fireball down her throat.

"You're mistaking me for my mother," she replies and I can see the faint grin on her face from the corner of my eye. "Besides, you don't need a speech, you need a drinking buddy. Shots?"

Okay, that's not what I was expecting out of her. It brings me up out of my slump with a shrug. "Sure. Why not?"

Her smile grows wider as she looks over to Ashley Boyd, who is waitressing tonight instead of Ruby. "Two." I glance back down at my coffee cup, unsure of what to do at this point. "You know, you did the right thing today."

"There it is, a hope speech." I glare at her and curse those damned Charming genes of hers yet again. "I thought we were drinking."

"It's not a speech," she says with a note of defensiveness and a fire in those mossy green eyes of hers. Wait, did she just roll her eyes at me? "It's a compliment."

"Well, I don't need your validation." I swallow thickly against the lump in my throat and the ache in my chest. "I know I did the right thing. I know because I'm miserable. Again." And the mantra of my life plays in my head again: Villains don't get happy endings.

Ashley drops off the shots without a word, and I try to ignore the glare she still levels in my direction. Doesn't matter than I've helped this town more and more since my original curse broke, I'm still considered a pariah who will turn on these ungrateful bastards at the slightest provocation. Biting back a sigh, I raise the glass when Emma does.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, so's Gold."

"It does."

I hold my shot glass toward her, clinking them together, then down it quickly. The burn of the tequila makes its way down to warm my stomach. This is the good stuff. Didn't realize Granny was such a connoisseur of alcohol. Wanting to ignore the day I've had, I lick my lips and signal for another round.


The sensation of needing to sneeze from hair tickling my nose pulls me out of a dead sleep, hand absently brushing the hair away. Why does my bed feel like it's got rocks in the mattress? I just replaced that mattress two years ago. And why on earth does it taste like I was eating chimera dung and ashes mixed with glue before bed? Wait. What the hell happened last night?

Before I can even try to reach for my glass of water, an arm wraps around my waist, soft and warm against my naked skin. My naked--

"What the hell?"

"Shh," comes the mumbled voice from behind me as that hand gently strokes up my stomach to cup my left breast. "Not so loud."

My traitorous body reacts to that touch, nipple stiffening against her palm, even as I finally recognize who it is behind me. "E-Emma?" Mind racing to try to remember last night, I try to move away from her and find my clothes. This can't be happening.

And then it hits me: I'd lost count of the shots after six. Emma ended up buying the bottle of Jose Cuervo and brought it and our shot glasses up to this room. I didn't bother to ask how she had this room then, and I'm not sure I want to know now either. At some point, I'd started to rant about destiny and fate and tattoos and vile pixie dust, pacing drunkenly as I did. Emma stopped me with a kiss, said she'd wanted to do that for so long. It brought up feelings I hadn't even realized I had for her, followed by another kiss. After that…

I shiver at the memories of what she did to me in this bed, over and over again until we both passed out from exhaustion.

"Go back to sleep, babe," she murmurs, pressing a kiss to my shoulder blade. "It's too early to be up after last night."

"Emma, please."

She groans softly and presses another kiss to my back, fingers massaging my breast. I can feel my body reacting even more to her touch. Turning around carefully, not wanting to potentially get sick all over her, I face Emma and tuck a strand of hair back behind her ear. She smiles sleepily and nuzzles into the curve of my neck.

"Mmm, you smell good," she mumbles against my skin. "Good enough to eat."

"Not here. This is the worst bed I've ever slept in. Take me home, Emma."

"Okay." She leans back to blink curiously at me. "Wait. What?"

"Take me home, Emma," I repeat with a smile. "Preferably before the alcohol completely wears off and the hangover makes me want to die?"

"But I don't want to get out of bed," she whines. "Plus, you realize that we're going to have to do the walk of shame through the diner, right?"

That realization makes me cringe. "Oh, I--" I glance at the clock and see that it's right during the height of the breakfast rush. There is no way I'm going to do anything that will make me even more of a pariah in this town. "I guess that means we have to stay here then? Wait! Won't people know that we're here? Ashley Boyd and Ruby are good friends and they both like to gossip."

"Rubes may be a gossip, but she isn't like Ashely and the other idiots that won't give you a second chance. Ruby made sure we had the good tequila and gave me the room key for last night. She won't let Ashley spread any shit. We're good."

This information calms my fears a little bit and I relax into the lumpy mattress, which seems to be a sign for Emma's fingers to return to my breast. We'll need to talk later, once we're both recovered from the tequila, but for now, I'm okay to stay in this room over the diner and let Emma tease me toward more orgasmic bliss.