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Monday afternoons brought chores to the Swan-Mills household. Everyone had their own share. Regina would clean the bedroom she shared with her girlfriend, their bathroom, Henry's bathroom, the guest bathroom, and her study. Henry would clean his room, the dining room, the guest bedroom, and, if the weather permitted, the back deck. Emma, being newer to the house, had only received two rooms: the kitchen and the living room.
This particular Monday had been quite hectic for Emma. Pongo had 'accidentally' escaped again, which meant Emma had been running around Storybrooke for over an hour searching for the spotted dog. Then, she had received a call from Ruby asking her to come and retrieve a very drunk Will Scarlet from the diner. That hadn't been easy. Then, she had received a complaint about Maleficent and Lily flying above the town, causing her to head out to Mrs. Gander's home to explain that as long as they weren't burning or eating people, they had every right to fly around, even in dragon-form. Lastly, ten minutes before David was due to come and relieve her of duty, Granny called in about Leroy. He had been drunk, again, to nobody's surprise.
So, when Emma arrived home after work, she just wanted to get her chores done and then cuddle up on the couch with her family. Maybe watch a movie, or two. She went up to her and Regina's bedroom and discarded her Sheriff uniform, her pants and shirt being thrown in the hamper, her shoes being discarded next to the closet door. She pulled on a pair of jean shorts and a sleeveless tee, and headed down to clean the living room.
It wasn't that difficult. She just folded the blankets up and draped them over the back of the couch, putting the pillows at the ends, like Regina had shown her. She wrapped the controllers of Henry's various video game consoles in their respective cords and put them on top of their consoles. She vacuumed the carpets and dusted the end tables.
Finishing the living room, she moved on to the kitchen. She quickly did up the few dishes that were on the counter to the right of the sink. She then dried them and put them in their correct cupboards. She squeezed the excess water out of her rag, and used it wipe the counters. She swept the linoleum and then mopped it. She pulled the trash bag out of the garbage can and tied it up. She then heaved it over her shoulder and went to the front door to take it out. Upon reaching the door, she realized that her shoes were all the ways upstairs and in her room.
Groaning, she searched for another pair of her shoes. The only pair of shoes she found were a pair of Regina's heels. They weren't just any heels though, they were the heels that Regina wore whenever Emma and her would go out on a date. Those were Regina's "Fuck-Me Heels." Emma sighed and slipped them on and walked out the door.
She walked with grace to the dumpster and threw the bag of garbage away. When she turned back to the mansion, however, she noticed a certain pair of brown eyes staring at her from their bedroom window. Even this far away, Emma could see that Regina's eyes were darker than usual. She walked back to the house smiling.
Upon entering the house, she was bombarded with a pair of lips that attacked her own.
"You are very lucky, Miss Swan, that our son is home. Otherwise, I'd have you up against this wall and I would be having my wicked way with you." Regina whispered into Emma's ear, causing the blonde to shiver. At the exact moment that Emma wanted to drag Regina up to their bedroom and engage in the opposite of cleaning, Henry walked into the entryway where his mothers were.
"I'm done, how 'bout you guys?"
"I believe we're finished with our chores, aren't we, Em-ma?" Regina smirked when the woman in question just nodded.
"Sweet! Can we watch a movie?" Henry smiled, brightly.
"Of course. You go get one ready; your mother and I will be there momentarily." Regina answered. After he sprinted off, she turned to Emma, her eyes dark once more. "Oh, Emma? You can borrow my heels any time you'd like." She then leaned in, pecked her girlfriend on the cheek, and sashayed into the living room, knowing that once Emma regained control of herself she'd soon follow.
After a few moments, Emma smiled. This wasn't a bad Monday after all.