Behind Closed Doors

Chapter One

A/N: Welcome back! A lot of people have been asking for this story, so back by popular demand, I finally managed to edit it. It needed a lot of work, each scene has been extended, increasing each chapter by at least 1,000 words. I hope you all enjoy this story that recalls some of our most favorite Swanqueen scenes. Don't forget to comment and vote, let me know what you guys think of the updated version! Enjoy!

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Nauseous.

So utterly freaking nauseous.

She swallows her fears and reservations and knocks on the all too familiar white door, pretending that she doesn't notice the slight tremble in her fist and very clearly ignoring the wave of nausea inflicting her intestines. Luckily, she doesn't have to dwell on her anxiety for too long before the door is swinging open and she is greeted by her best friend.

"Hello, Swan," Regina smirks salaciously just as she always seems to do whenever Emma is in her presence, but that's just another thing the blonde ignores as her friend steps back and grants her access to her home.

A home she was once banned from and very clearly told to never to return to again.

"Hey, Regina. How are you?"

"Fine, thank you," Regina replies, nodding curtly and softly closing the door behind her. "Would you like some wine? If I know you as well as I think, your nerves before the wedding are probably haywire right now," she claims with a devilish smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth and just like that, Emma exhales through her jittery nerves and actually relaxes.

"Yeah, that would actually be great, thanks," she breathes out, her feet shuffling forward in Regina's shadow toward the kitchen.

In all honesty, she is absolutely high-strung this evening, but it's not at all for the reasons Regina has pieced together in her mind. There is something rather important she needs to discuss with her friend, and she will definitely need the wine for the liquid courage she so desperately needs to push her way through this awkward topic.

She shakes out her hands and studies the way Regina places two glasses in front of them on the counter and slowly begins to pour. Mindlessly, Emma falls into a stool at the island and fidgets beneath the marble top like a small child that was just pumped with pure sugar and told to sit still.

"So, what brings you here tonight? I can't help you with that book Snow put together for you, she is your mother," she mocks, full of smugness that only Regina Mills can possibly possess and lifts her glass to pull the chilled liquid between her painted lips with all the grace and elegance of a true queen.

Emma holds her breath, even if she's not aware of the action, and slowly raises the glass to her lips as well, desperately attempting to ignore the tremor in her hand and praying that she doesn't accidentally knock the glass against her front teeth. She gently rests the glass against her frown and sips...and then proceeds to consume until the glass is empty all while Regina examines her very closely with one perfect eyebrow arched in a silent interrogation.

She sets down her glass, a lot rougher than she intends, and offers a weak smile that truthfully resembles a grimace.

"So..." she trails off, her short nails tapping obnoxiously against her wine glass, while Regina inspects every inch of her face like she's some three-headed monster, provoking a deep blush to crawl up Emma's neck. "We've known each other for quite some time now. We've been through everything together, custody battles, villains, heartache, and even death." Regina is stone-cold and Emma's starting to lose her nerve, but she forces her mouth to continue. "I like to believe we can both admit that we are best friends now," she pauses, holding Regina's intense gaze, but the woman slowly cracks a smile and nods along, encouraging Emma to proceed, "with that being said, I would like to ask if you would be my maid of honor?"