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Those damned silk blouses
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Written for Day 1: Confessions: Sun Aug 7th
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Summary: Emma has a confession. Regina has one too.
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They hadn’t been together very long, but Regina couldn’t help but be amused at how easily Emma had slipped into her daily life, and her home.
So when she found her sat in the bottom of her walk-in wardrobe, surrounded by piles of her clothes, she perhaps wasn’t as surprised as she could have been.
“What on earth are you doing?”
Emma lifted her eyes to Regina, a startled look in her eyes, and quickly responded.
“Nothing.”
Regina scoffed.
“I may not have your super power, Emma, but I know that’s a lie.”
“I just wanted to… check something.”
“Were you checking if finding all my clothes on the floor, would irritate me?”
Emma smiled sheepishly.
“No.” She glanced up at the empty rail, not quite realising until now that she’d literally taken every single item down.
“So, tell me.”
“You’ll laugh if I tell you.”
When Emma cast her gaze back down to the mess, a disappointed look on her face, Regina took pity on her.
“I won’t laugh.” She toed some items out of the way, kneeling down on the floor next to her and taking hold of her hand, gently interlocking their fingers and grinning at the smile it provoked.
“I was looking for a blouse you used to wear.”
“I have a lot of blouses, dear. You’re going to have to be more specific.”
“It was that one you lent me. When I first came to Storybrooke.” She bit her lip. “Well, Henry gave me it.”
“Why do you want that?”
“I wanted to wear it again. It may have escaped your attention at the time, but those damned silk blouses you’d always wear… the way they hung on you was just… and the way they were cut so sometimes I could see…” she let out an anxious laugh. “I thought you were hot, and… wearing that blouse? Knowing it had been on your bare skin?”
“You pervert.” Regina taunted.
“I know you’ve got plenty of blouses in here, but I just really wanted to wear that one.” When she heard a giggle escape Regina’s mouth, she looked up at her and pulled a face. “You promised you wouldn’t laugh.”
“I’m not laughing because of that. I’m laughing because I started wearing it to bed a lot.” She confessed in return. “When I got it back. It’s in my chest of drawers.”
“Seriously?”
“Well, like you say, it had been on your bare skin.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “I didn’t wash it straight away. I might have had a few improper thoughts about you in return.”
Emma laughed too then.
“And you say I’m a pervert? Mayor Mills,” Emma teased her back.
Regina grinned, holding her hand out and summoning the blouse in question. She offered it to Emma, dropping a chaste kiss to the corner of her mouth.
“Borrow it whenever you like.”