Author's Note: So, pre curse breaking and Regina can cross the town line. Enjoy :)
Business Transaction
By MissFaberrySuarez
As July swept in through the uneventful town of Storybrooke Maine, Regina Mills found herself enrolled in the habit of sleeping with the French doors of her balcony yanked open. Every night she'd slide into her overpriced mulberry silk sheets, lay on her side and watch the moonlight bounce off of her curtains. She liked how the fabric swayed with the breeze and softly twirled at the edges, singing her to sleep.
That night was the same as any, waves of heat sneaking into her master suite, draping her body with the delights of an early summer and waltzing the curtains through the hours. Only this time, the town's mayor was not amongst the usual puddle of sheets, instead, she stood with her heels quivering on the mat that covered the bathroom's floor, facing the reflection of a broken woman that she no longer recognized as herself.
She was ready.
Boston seemed like a far enough place, distant enough at least for no one to recognize her, though she knew it was impossible. It would be the very first time she'd step outside her comfort zone, after all, what's more comforting than a town that's entirely your creation?
She took a long scornful look at herself, placing doubts over her revealing cleavage and the way the black fabric of her dress clung to her curves to expose her for how she really perceived herself. Regina had to rip her eyes from the mirror and march out of the bathroom or she feared her reflection would swallow her whole.
It was nearly six pm and it was still a two hour drive until Boston. Two hours for her to marinate in the idea of what she was about to do, of what level she had stoop to, of what it meant.
Music helped. She turned on the radio once she entered her Benz and let the random songs tune out the scolding in her brain through the whole trip.
Regina pulled up at the hotel and sat in her car for a good five minutes, simply eyeing the well-dressed people smoking by the sidewalk. Maybe the hotel was too fancy. Maybe it didn't matter. Maybe she needed air.
Yes, air seemed like a good idea.
With that, the Mayor exited her car into the warm, heavy night, even heavier than back in Storybrooke, she noted, and stood at the entrance shifting her weight from foot to foot, heel to heel. She couldn't keep her eyes from wandering around, constantly trying to spot golden and red. That's all she remembered from the description and it scared her now to think of the hundreds of possibilities.
She had her stare fixed on the hotel's entrance when she felt a light tap on her shoulder and a throat being cleared.
"Huh, hi."
She spun around and saw only long, golden locks falling over bare shoulders; her jaw dropped and only after a second did she trail her glare up to meet emerald eyes beaming at her.
"Hello." She hoarsely murmured, unable to gather a proper thought.
"I'm Emma. Emma Swan." Her lips matched her eyes and pulled into a smile. "Your- you know…" She lowered her voice into a whisper. "Your escort."
"Yes, I figured." Regina tensed and pursed her lips before asserting. "Regina Mills." Lack of discretion aside, Emma turned out to be… surprisingly breathtaking. Her skin seemed soft and light, her red dress traced her body to end way high above the knees and she was at least five years younger than Regina.
"Shall we?" The blonde offered her hand and Regina glanced at it, unsure of what to do. Seemed awfully intimate, even for what it was.
She nodded but ignored the gesture, walking past Emma and directly towards the entrance.
They quickly checked in, Regina constantly looking around, feeling as if everyone's stare burned through her skin, judging, wondering, guessing.
Talking.
Whispering.
God, she hated it.
She was relieved to find that the elevator arrived empty and she entered it, followed by Emma, quickly pressing the 12th floor button.
Awkward silence set it between them, but what was there to say? That she felt so crushingly lonely that she left her kid with his teacher and driven to Boston to spend a night with someone she had never met? That she felt more than ashamed for having to pay for company? That she-
"So, is this your first time?" Emma sliced through the silence only to make it worse.
Regina clenched her jaw and nodded. "Isn't it obvious?"
Emma chuckled and took a quick glance at the older woman. "Really obvious, actually. Just relax."
"Easy for you to say, you've probably done this countless times."
"Ouch."
Regina glimpsed at Emma and rolled her eyes. "Have I hurt your feelings, Miss Swan?"
The blonde let out a full blown laugh. "Miss Swan? Call me Emma."
The elevator dinged and Regina was the first to swoosh out, leaving a strong trail of apple scent to travel up Emma's nostrils.
She was quick to open the door to the room and slam it after the blonde got in.
"Woah, this is a huge room." Beamed Emma, immediately sitting on the edge of the king sized bed and bouncing.
"It's worth its value." Regina fiddled with her hands and stood rooted to the spot.
The blonde ceased the jumping, froze on the woman in front of her and stood, piercing though her gaze as if she could read every word passing through her brain.
"Are you nervous?"
Regina chewed vigorously on the inside of her cheek, but kept the stern look. "I don't do nervous."
"That's not the vibe I'm getting." Emma cocked an eyebrow. "You didn't specify what you wanted over the phone."
"That's because I don't want anything specific." Regina lifted her chin and uncrossed her arms. "Just the norm will suffice."
Emma slowly walked towards the Mayor, only stopping when she effectively melded into the woman's personal space, and felt uneasiness radiating off of her.
"I've had many clients, Miss Mills." The brunette could feel her warm breath tickling her cheeks. "You'll have to be a little more specific than that."
A shot of electricity shook Regina right to her core. She didn't know what made her feel more uncomfortable; the fact that Emma was incredibly close, or the fact that she hadn't been intimate in so long that she had forgotten the feeling of someone's warm breath against her skin.
"I think it's clear, Miss Swan." Her voice lowered and octave and Emma couldn't say she hated it. "Sex."
"Well then," Emma's devilish grin didn't go unnoticed by. "Let's get right on it."
Author's Note: Would you guys like me to continue? I have a lot of ideas for this.