Emma’s stomach did somersaults as Regina started to fall backwards in slow motion; she reached out to grab her, cartwheeling her arms like something out of Tom & Jerry . Wrapping her arms around Regina’s shoulders, Emma caught her inches before she hit the ground. Eyes wide, Emma gulped, completely aware of how it looked as she cradled Regina in her arms; completely aware of the fact that the room had gone entirely silent, yet she still hadn’t been able to force her eyes away from Regina’s. She could stand here forever, she decided in that moment, taking in Regina’s features: the smooth curve of her cheek bones, the smell of expensive fragrance, the feeling of Regina’s shoulder blades against her palms. Emma moved her the last few inches down to the ground and Regina shifted awkwardly, glancing at the onlooking crowd.