“Tell me you want me to stop, then,” Emma whispers, tightening her arms around her. They still fit together, soft curves and sharp edges, and Regina almost wants to say it, to say the thing she hasn’t admitted even in her own mind. I love you. I’ve loved you for so long I can’t remember hating you anymore.
But this is about Emma’s happiness, not love. Happiness can be friendship when fate is so stifling, so useless, and Regina’s love will only bring Emma pain. Destiny is a monolith, and she’s spent far too long swept up in it to do anything more than feel guilty about trying to resist it at the expense of others. “I want you to stop,” she breathes, and holds on so tightly that Emma has to struggle to step away before she lets go.
so does this make us both the other woman? by scullysummers