Author | Paradoxalpoised
Summary | Regina never really thought she could have a shot at happiness, with her son, with Emma, the three of them a family. Love also comes in unexpected ways, it can’t be boxed, or reined. Love is always free, whether we want it or not, whether we comprehend it or not. It is time for Regina to come to terms with the love in her heart.
Setting | Events in this story are situated in Storybrooke post Nerverland (3x09) and AU from there.
Theme | Polyamory!Regina Mills. Please be mindful this story includes established Swan Queen and the establishment of Red Queen.
Rating & Warning | The story is rated M for violent, sexual and altogether adult content. Please be advised that triggers and events of traumatic natures will be present throughout the story.
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"I love watching you get ready in the morning."
Regina rolls her eyes, Emma makes her shy. It annoys her. Emma finds it sweet and frankly, sweet really isn’t what she aims for.
"I didn’t mean to wake you. I wanted to get an early start today."
Yet the shyness gets to her, it always does. Being shy and sweet in Emma’s eyes means she’s being human. She’s doing something right when Emma’s smile is genuine as it is for her now. Emma’s turned up lips say I love you like nothing else. Now that she’s tasted that, she won’t relinquish any of it. Shyness be damned.
"I want to pick up Henry and spend a moment with him before he goes to your parents for the night."
"You’re seeing Ruby tonight."
"Yes, as planned." Regina switches to the other leg.
"She’s spending a lot of time with you." Emma is still smiling. The one from Emma’s True Love heart which has worlds of kindness and promises of lifetimes of happiness genetically encoded in it.
"Miss Lucas is making very satisfactory progress with her situation, I am… glad that I can be of help."
"She can’t stop raving about you." She chuckles gently this time. She knows what game they’re playing at now. Emma is indulging her. "I think she might have a crush on you."
She considers her options quickly. She could deny it; she wants to but there is the small detail of the lively truth scanner she hates to lie to. Emma knows anyway.
Ruby is attracted to her. She’s attracted to Ruby. She chose red stilettos today.
Her work with the girl is paying off. Ruby is older than Emma, but she’s the girl to her. The she-wolf, the girl who helped Snow, the girl who ate her boyfriend, the girl who killed her own mother.
The girl she made a red cloak for, once upon a time.
She’s made her a girl, here in Storybrooke too. Maybe it was so she could call her a girl. Possibly. A woman girl in perpetual riot.
NB | This was originally posted on February 21st 2014