Hey guys, as you probably know it's finally Olympics time! I love the Olympics and I watch as much of it as I can. One of my favorites is Women's Gymnastics, I'm absolutely in love with it. This year it has been exceptionally good and after the All-Around battle an idea popped up in my head and hasn't left since. So, I'm writing it down!

I never came across a Regina/Emma story based in the Olympics and it sounded cool so I said 'Why not?'

Anyway, this is the result. It's meant to be for our pleasure so don't take it too seriously :)

Comment below if you like it and want to see me continue with it.

Finally.

She sighed, a place Cora Mills can't snake herself in. The rules were clear, athletes only are allowed in this party. She took a quick look around and shook her head in disbelief; all these world-class athletes, whose parents gave up their life for, whose country spends thousands upon thousands of dollars on their training drinking themselves to the oblivion.

When you see the medals and world championships it's easy to forget half of the people in this room are basically frat guys.

"Having fun yet?" Kathryn taunts her, nudging her with her elbow.

"The greatest" she replies sarcastically, just as a tan looking man passes them and winks her way. She rolls her eyes at that and Kathryn laughs.

"Come on, stop being so serious, you sound like your mother"

The stabbing look she sends her way makes Kathryn lift her hands, one holding a green cop filled with bear, in surrender.

"Don't ever say that"

"Well," she challenges "then stop acting like it." She moves closer and whispers in Regina's ear

"This is the Olympics, hence sport loving people, I'm sure there are plenty of lesbians here. Plus, so many are going to hook up, it's not like anyone is going to pay attention specifically to the lesbian US gymnast. So calm the fuck down and go get yourself some cookies."

"You're intolerable" she says, though the corners of her lips spike up.

"Totally," she agrees while scanning the area "Now, if you'll excuse me, my white ass needs some local flavor" she says and saunters towards a group of the Brazilians.

"Hopeless" she mumbles to herself and wonders why she's still her friend.

She can spot a guy from the corner of her eye, staring at her, fidgeting. By the pale look and sharp angles she would put her money on Russia or any leftover country from the Soviet Union for that matter. One of his friends whispers in his ear and he nods frantically.

'Please don't' she thinks but he is already making his way towards her. Goddammit, isn't her body language sends the 'leave me the fuck alone' signal? She thought she had it mastered, she is, her mother's daughter after all.

"Don't" she warns, her voice firm, when he is in hearing distance. She doesn't even bother to look his way. He halts and opens his mouth. She turns her head, staring daggers at him and he visibly winces. Pathetic.

"But-" he tries again, but she won't have it.

"I said don't, didn't I?" she steals a quick glance, he is tall but quite poorly built muscle wise.

"Yes, but I just want to say-" his accent is heavy, indeed somewhere from the eastern side of Europe. She sighs, why can't he take the hint?

But before she even has the change to release her inner evilness, she feels an arm draped around her shoulder and then there's a flash of blonde and an un-familiar voice say

"Well Ivan, I think she made it pretty clear. Besides," she shrugs "she is with me, go find someone else"

He seems to deflate at that, going back to his friends looking almost like a dog with a tail between his legs.

"You welcome" the blonde says as she removes her arm and moves to stand in front of her. American accent, blonde curls and a wide smile. Regina doesn't remember seeing her before, but to her defense, the American team is quite frankly huge.

"I had it under control" Regina lifts her chin in defiance.

"Oh I'm sure you did" the blonde lifts her hands in surrender, ignoring the bait "I was just helping getting the message across." She shrugs and briefly checks Regina out "Besides, you're totally not in the same league, you're too good for him."

The blonde takes a look around then and Regina swallows thickly at the compliment, feeling her cheeks heat up.

"Let's find you someone in your league" she turns to look at her "I'm bored" she excuses "And I'm a great wingman" she smiles broadly and it's all white pearly teeth and dimples and Regina can feel herself melting at that sight.

"If you're such a good wingman, how come you don't have a guy all over you by now instead of helping me?" she challenges, because honestly she can't really come up with anything else at the moment, it is like she is stripped out of any bitchy retort.

The blonde full out laughs at that one "Well," she shrugs "those are totally different skills" she wiggles her eyebrows and Regina can't keep a small smirk from making an appearance. "Besides, not really my type."

Regina furrows her brows "What do you mean?"

"Gay" she says as if Regina just asked her how she's doing.

"Emma Swan" the blonde offers her hand and Regina shakes it "Board surfing"

"Regina-"

"Mills, yeah I know. It's pretty difficult not to hear about you" she smiles shyly and Regina shouldn't find it as endearing as she does.

Regina can't argue with that. Only 18 years old and she is the American gymnastics team's new shining star. Two world championships in a row and a flawless competing resume. Add her achievements to her mother's famous status as one of the best coaches in the world and you get a very large scale publicity tour before the Olympics.

"So," Emma polls her out of her short inner discussion "Who do you have your eye on?"

She is sure Emma inevitably thinks about guys. Regina is so closeted she is way past Narnia by now. Her mother would never accept that about her and it is still unheard of in her sport for an Olympic gymnast to come out, at least so far. That was something Regina wasn't keen on changing. The last thing on her mind was to be made the poster case for the LGBTQ community, that would take away all of the hard work, tears and blood she put on becoming the athlete she is today.

Luckily for her, Regina looks like the epitome of a straight woman. But it looks like she was so far the scale that she actually tripped and ended up in the unicorn side of the spectrum.

Regina doesn't like people. Add that to the fact that the Lesbian community in Texas is so unbelievably tiny, her crazy schedule and her crazier mother and you get a life of celibacy for Regina. But she likes Emma. She has no idea why, but she does.

So when Emma asks that question she gathers up every little piece of courage that she has.

"You"

*The story takes place in Rio Olympics 2016, though I don't think I will use any real athletes, it will just make things way more complicated.

*The party described in this chapter is the party they throw for the athletes in the beginning of the games, where a lot of them drink and hook up (hence the whole 'we ran out of condoms' thing that happened in London 2012)

*Thinking about making it a longer fic and make the next chapter smut. Let me know if you think this is a good idea.

*When Emma says she does board surfing (well that is more of a slang that is sometimes being used)- the official name of the sport is 'Sailing' or 'Yachting'.