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Do you ever wonder if you have a look-alike somewhere in the world? It’s probably not even a real thing, just something we see in movies, right?
Well, think again.
Here, in Manhattan, New York, there’s not one, but two people who have a look-alike, and oh, they are so not happy about it.
The Evil Queen is sitting on the couch, early morning, sipping on her coffee, when her wife, Dark Swan, walks down the staircase. “Good morning, your majesty,” Dark Swan says brightly.
The Evil Queen smiles at her wife, “Good morning, sunshine.” She pats the spot besides her. They share a sweet, chaste kiss, and The Queen gives Dark Swan the reminder, “Today is gonna be a great day.”
They grin at each other, “Hell yeah,” Dark Swan says.
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That night, Emma’s sitting in one of the bars in downtown, Manhattan, getting bored. She hasn’t ordered any drinks yet because she’s waiting for Regina to show up first. They are supposed to be meeting here tonight since they haven’t seen each other in two weeks. Life gets in the way.
Emma turns around to see if Regina has arrived yet—and there she is. Think of the devil, the devil arrives.
Regina is dressed in all black, from her dress and overcoat to her stockings and knee high boots. For that matter, Emma’s in all black too, she’s wearing a sleeveless top, pants, boots, and she’s replaced her red leather jacket for a black one tonight.
Regina is walking toward her, a smirk on her face. She looks fabulous and Emma can’t help the blush creeping upon her cheeks.
“Hi,” Emma says lamely, once Regina reaches her.
“Looking good, Swan,” Regina says, as confident as ever, and Emma’s caught off guard with the sudden compliment, her cheeks reddening even more, she can only hope the darkness and her blush hide it well.
Emma internally kicks herself. Stop it, Swan, you can do better than this. “Why, thank you,” she says, smirking back at Regina, “Can’t lie, you look amazing yourself.” Regina’s smirk just grows wider and Emma’s overtaken by the sudden urge to kiss the smugness off her face. What? Why did she just think that? Emma shakes her head, bringing herself beck to reality; she has a boyfriend.
Regina settles down on the stool beside Emma’s and holds up two fingers at the bartender. They drown down two shots before Regina shouts over the music, “Let’s dance!” She grabs Emma’s hand and pulls her along to the dance floor.
And so, they dance, dance away all the stress and sadness. For a while Emma allows herself to be free and happy, she throws up her hands in the air and laughs, it’s like around Regina she forgets about all of her troubles.
Regina pulls her close and they’re still dancing until, suddenly, they’re too close. Emma can see her perfectly done makeup on her perfect face clearly. Regina leans in and unconsciously, Emma leans in too. And finally it happens. Their lips meet and it’s everything Emma could’ve ever imagined.
Alarms go off in her head. This is wrong. So wrong. She has a boyfriend. But she can’t seem to pull away. Regina’s intoxicating and Emma can’t seem to get enough of her.
Suddenly, and unfortunately, everything shifts.
Emma’s head starts spinning, Regina’s face gets blurry, and Emma doesn’t understand why because she hasn’t even taken that much alcohol. Emma tries to pull away but Regina doesn’t relent, kissing Emma harder instead.
But it’s not good anymore, it’s forceful. That’s when Emma feels the magic seeping through Regina’s lips but at this point she’s not able to formulate any coherent thoughts.
Now, the whole room is spinning and Emma can’t even stand on her feet properly. Regina finally gives in and let’s go, and Emma can feel herself falling, falling, but Regina catches her, pulling Emma against her.
The last thing Emma hears before blacking out is Regina’s laugh.