FAVORITE SCENE IN THE HISTORY OF EVER·literally·i rewatched this like 9382095 times and cried so hard each and every single one·it’s just so beautiful and tragic but perfect·the way he leaves the charmings to spend his last moments with her·the way he finally lets her know not by saying anything but by simply hugging her at this moment that he loves her back indeed and a lot·and the way she just breaks·completely breaks·because that’s all she’s ever wanted·and she wants so much to be strong for him at this moment·she wants to be able to save everyone so that her baby boy doesn’t have to be alone·and the fact that she can’t kills her·so she accepts it·she leans her cheek on his head and enjoys what she thought were her last moments with him·honestly show congrats because this was one hell of a scene 10/10 A+++++++
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HG faked her death. now she stays in a hotel room on the outskirts of South Dakota where her and Myka consummate their love every week.
it used to be like this on missions; sneaking into each other’s hotel rooms and then spending the night not sleeping. It didn’t matter where they were - that government salaries hardly put them up at the Ritz (or that if she wanted to, Helena could have afforded the Ritz). Location was never the point. The point was flushed, satin skin and shallow, panting breaths. It was slick flesh and pounding hearts and desire burning in each other’s eyes. It was thinking that probably they should get some sleep and then one would touch the other - not even with intent - just a lazy finger along the graceful jut of a collarbone or the elegant curve of a waist and it would be like throwing a match on a pool of gasoline. Tomorrow had never mattered then. After all, they weren’t truly parting, just pausing momentarily.
It had been wild and full of laughter and challenge, discovery and irrepressible delight.
So really, it had never been like this on missions.
There was too much pain now. Too much fear driving the need to feel the other’s body pressed beneath their own. Tomorrow was a threat; a looming menace that whispered the possibility that this might be their last hour, their last moment, their last breath together: That whatever gift the Warehouse had given them by sparing Helena was merely temporary and one morning it would vanish, like ash on the wind.
So they kissed and licked and bit and held to each other harder than was needed. Every mark was made a plea for just a little bit longer and every scratch was a promise and a sign that at least for now, in this instant, it was real, and whatever debts they owed to fate or the Warehouse or even to God…for just one more heartbeat they belonged only to each other.
Regina is not thrilled with the news of what Emma was up to in New York.
Regina was jealous from the very beginning. The very first episode after checking out Emma from head to toe, she made sure to ask about Henry’s birth father. That was really her way of finding out if Emma was ‘taken’. Since then she’s just gotten more obvious with the jealousy. Let’s hope it doesn’t turn her green ;)