Losing the Bet: The Set-Up
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, this is for fun, not profit.
A/N: This is my first attempt at fanfic. Would love to hear what you think about it, and if you don't like it; that is ok, please just leave CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Thank you.
The sun slowly inched its way across the grey sky, pushing its way through winter clouds laden with snow. The streets were relatively quiet so early on a Saturday morning. The cold air bit at the blonde's red cheeks as she ambled down the street to Granny's, her mittened hands stuffed in her red leather jacket. The gloves and the green pom-pom knit hat, her only concession to the cold February day. February was always the longest month of the year despite its 28 days. The Maine winter always dug her icy claws into the days refusing to give way to the weak sun that would eventually force its way through heavy air into March. The blonde hunched her shoulders trying to preserve what little body warmth she still retained despite the freezing cold.
But for now, the air was bitter and still, broken only by the sound of the small bell as Emma pushed the door to Granny's open. She smiled as she stepped in to diner, the blast of warm air scorching across her reddened cheeks.
"Morning, Emma," muttered Granny as she stepped up to the counter, placing another coffee in front of the slumped Leroy, who was no doubt fighting Friday night's hangover. The grey-haired woman rolled her eyes as Leroy muttered into his coffee, and then turned to Emma.
"Sit anywhere."
"Thanks. Is Ruby around?" Emma asked as she peeled off her hat and gloves, tossing them into the nearest booth next to the window. She slid across the red, cracked vinyl, the seams catching briefly at her tight black jeans.
"In back. Ruby! Get our here," the older woman bellowed.
Emma smothered a chuckle as Ruby scurried out from the back of the diner, barely skirting her grandmother as she scooped up her pad and pen and made a beeline for Emma her high heels tapping on the stained linoleum. She sauntered up to Emma, a smirk gracing her bright red lips.
"Hiya, Ems. Want the usual?"
"Yeah, sure. But make it a double hot cocoa," sighed the blonde as she propped her elbows up on the table and covered her eyes briefly with her hands then let them fall carelessly to the table.
"Ooh bad night?" questioned the brunette as she slipped her pad and pen in to the pocket of her short white skirt. She didn't know why she had even grabbed it as she knew all of Emma's orders by rote anyway.
The blonde groaned, "Oh my god, Rubes, you have no idea." She jerked her head up and looked around making sure no one was near enough to hear what was coming next. Leroy was still hung over in his cup of coffee muttering under his breath about fairies. No one else was in the diner. She dropped her voice, "I have a problem. A big problem, and I need your help to fix it."
Ruby's dark eyes widened slightly, and she tried to keep a smirk from crossing her face. Little did Emma know, she already knew exactly what the problem was. She reached out and lightly grabbed Emma's right shoulder giving it a little squeeze, feeling the smooth leather creak slightly under her fingers.
"No problem, just let me get your order in. Granny's out back now counting the ketchup packets. I have a few minutes." The brunette hurried over and behind the counter, getting the hot cocoa ready, filling the biggest mug she had. Normally it held a pint of beer, but beggars couldn't be choosers, and she ladled a healthy dose of whipped cream on the top and sprinkled the requisite amount of cinnamon. She eyed the mountain of cream slowly sinking in to the swirls of chocolate and decided to add another spoonful. Emma was going to need it.
She hurried back over as quickly as possible without spilling a single drop. Damn, she was good. She gently set it down in front of Emma, and slid into the seat across from her, facing the door just in case any new customers walked in. She flicked a glance up to the clock. 6 Am. Her girlfriend Belle would be in soon. She hoped any minute now as she really didn't want Belle to miss this part of the ensuing drama. It was going to be too good.
"Ok, spill, Ems. Leave nothing out."
Emma arched an eyebrow at the brunette. Well that was an interesting way of putting it. She shook off her musings and leaned forward, cradling the pint of cocoa.
"Ok, so Henry was at Snow and Charming's last night, and Regina and I decided to um..." here the blonde stopped and took a sip of cocoa, licking her lips as the warm cream slid into her mouth, "play a game. Poker." She glanced up at Ruby and noticed the twinkle in her dark eyes. She had her undivided attention.
Ruby watched Emma quietly, the tapping of her fingers against the pint. She was nervous and fidgety. Ruby smothered a laugh. Little did Emma know that Regina had already placed a very early phone call to her telling her what happened last night, although, she had managed to leave out a number of details that Ruby was hoping the blonde would spill.
"Uh huh. So you played strip poker. Who hasn't?" smirked the brunette.
"No, not strip poker," groaned Emma. We bet things like you know...who would do the dishes next, who would get the car detailed. You know...just stuff like that," muttered the blonde as she fidgeted on the seat taking another sip of cocoa. Gah how did she get herself into this mess!
"Hmmmm...Right...so poke-her," the brunette giggled, and the blonde just rolled her eyes.
"Well I was winning, as usual," laughed the blonde, but then she groaned lightly and clamped her mouth shut. "So I thought I couldn't lose. I had three 8's, and 2 10's. A Full House, and she had just raised me. I was pretty damn sure she was only holding a pair of face cards. And that is when it got interesting." The blonde sighed as her mind drifted back to the night before as she told Ruby everything. Well, almost everything...
"Well, Miss Swan, are you going to step up or fold?" Regina smirked across the low coffee table at the blonde who was steadily looking at her cards, refusing to acknowledge Regina at first. She licked her lips and then finally flicked a glance up, taking in the sparkling brown eyes filled with silent mirth, the slightly pout,y pink lips. She felt her belly clench in desire, just as it always did when she saw those beautiful whiskey eyes sparkle at her.
"Hmmmm...Are you sure, Regina? Are you really sure you want to bet a week's worth of foot rubs? You aren't really a foot person," asked the Emma as she shifted her long legs out from under her and stretched them out under the coffee table, her socked foot nudging Regina's bare knee under the table.
It was true. Regina was not a foot person. As a matter of fact one could say she had a slight aversion to feet, although, she had to admit that Emma had very pretty feet. Small and delicate with graceful high arches, and perfectly manicured nails. Losing this bet really wouldn't be so bad, but she wasn't going to lose.
"I've made my bet dear, now it's time to call or fold. Although, I do expect something of equal value to be placed on the table," she intoned as she arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at Emma.
"Oh hmmmm...how about I offer a week's worth of foot rubs?"
"No, dear, it has to be something that requires a bit of sacrifice. Something of more value to me. You rub my feet anyway." The brunette shifted, placing her cards face down on the table, in a uniform pile. She steepled her fingers together, her lips pressed slightly to the tips and waited.
"Oh hmmm...ok, well I don't really know?" The Savior scratched her head slightly, unsure what she could offer up that she didn't already offer to Regina. She really wanted those foot rubs!
The brunette tried to hide a triumphant grin behind her fingers. She almost had her now, right where she wanted her. She just had to let the line out a little more. She dropped her fingers from her lips on to the table and lightly tapped one finger against the top of her cards. She had to give just enough time to think about it, and not raise Emma's suspicions that she had already planned out her suggestion.
She glanced across at Emma taking in the tight, white tank top she wore, how it conformed to her breasts and her stomach. She traced down the toned, pale arms with her eyes, flitting up to the beautiful face, the brow slightly wrinkled as she stared hard at her cards. She felt a soft smile steal across her face, and her fingers twitched to reach across and smooth that brow. Uff...how she loved her, this beautiful, gentle, obnoxious creature who had wrecked her carefully built life, only to then rebuild it piece by piece. She would always bless the day this beautiful blonde had ambled her way into her life with her insufferable red leather jacket, and verdant green eyes that stripped her bare with every glance. Oh yes, there was nothing she wouldn't do for this creature, her Savior. Except let her win this bet.
She straightened and a small smile slid neatly across her lips, perfectly timed. "Well, how about you have a series of photos taken for me?" She waited, not moving a muscle, waiting for the blonde to take the bait.
"Photos?" dark blonde eyebrows arched above her brow. Photos. {Now why would Regina want photos?} True she didn't really like posing for photos, but there were a few of her and Regina with Henry. As a matter of fact there was one on the stand next to the leather couch. It was her favorite actually, both Regina and Emma on either side of Henry with their arms wrapped around him, both laughing as Henry beamed between them.
She smiled. Her eyes glinting. "Well, dear, they would be photos of a rather private nature," she intoned as she smiled, just slightly baring her teeth at the blonde.
Emma's head jerked up and noticed the predatory gleam in the molten brown eyes that bore into hers. {Private nature? What the hell did that mean?}
The blonde shifted uncomfortably, suddenly very aware of the fact that her panties were moist. Uff. {When did that happen?} She shifted again, her belly clenching, and a shiver ran up her spine. She was very much the prey, and she stifled another shiver of excitement at the gleam in her wife's eyes. She hesitated...photos of a private nature...that could only mean one thing, right?
"I'll tell you what, dear, I will throw in another week of foot rubs, just to sweeten the pot. I do know how those boots you insist on wearing can sometimes chafe." She reached under the table, her slim fingers wrapping around Emma's right foot, as she pressed her thumb into the ball of her foot, slowly massaging in tight circles. She smiled as Emma's head fell back slightly as she tried to stifle the moan. Oh yes, she had her now.
Emma's head snapped back up, the blonde curls falling momentarily into her eyes. She reached up and swiped them away with a little irritated flick, as Regina let go of her foot and reached back up for her cards.
"So...photos of a private nature? Um...like...?"
"Yes, of a private nature."
"Would I be um...you know, naked?" The blonde leaned forward whispering it, as if there were anyone else in the room who might accidentally overhear.
The Mayor leaned forward and pursed her lips slightly, her eyes dropping to Emma's mouth. {Mmmmmm.} "No, dear, you would not be naked, but would be wearing something of my choosing."
Oh, well in that case. That wasn't so bad. She'd probably just make her wear a maid's uniform or something. She wasn't opposed to that.
The mayor leaned back on her heels and waited patiently. She idly ran her right hand up to her neck, casually running her fingers across the delicate skin of her throat and then down the open collared shirt she was wearing. She let her fingers edge under the collar down to the last open button, slowly, idly revealing more of her cleavage.
"Ehhhhhhhhhh." She heard the blonde choke out. Yes, she finally had her.
She let her hand fall down on her cards with a smack. She smirked as the blonde jumped in her seat, almost dropping her cards.
"Put up or shut up, Miss Swan, the time for thinking is over," she let the Evil Queen wind her way through her voice, making Emma jerk up again and narrow her eyes at her.
"Fine. I call you. Photos for two weeks of foot rubs," she laughed as she slammed her cards face up on the table, spreading them out. "Full House!" she crowed as she jerked her legs out from under the table and raised up on her knees leaning over the table, "Pay up!"
The mayor chuckled slightly as she slowly fanned her cards out in front of her. "Four Kings, my dear."
The blonde's mouth dropped open as the mayor finally let loose with a laugh. "No w-way," she stuttered. "There is no way you drew a 4th King on the last draw! You cheated," she growled indignantly as she threw her cards down on the table crossing her arms and pouting.
The brunette slowly rose to her feet, smoothing her gray pencil skirt down, flicking off lint that wasn't there. She scooped up her cards and walked around the table, letting them fall haphazardly from her fingers onto Emma's cards. She bent down and whispered into the sulking blonde's ears, "Oh no, dear, I did not cheat, and you will fulfill you end of the bet," she said in her best Evil Queen voice. She gripped the pale chin and forced Emma's face towards her, searching, ensnaring green with hers. "You will wear what I say, and you will have the photos taken. Tomorrow," she said, the thread of steel vibrating through her voice.
She grabbed the blonde's hands and pulled her to her feet, sliding both arms around the trim waist. She leaned forward allowing her lips to glide softly across the delicate jawline, stopping to nibble her way to that delicious pink mouth that was turned down at the corners. She pushed her mouth hard against Emma's, scraping her delicate lips with her teeth. She caught the bottom lip between hers and gently sucked on it, then bit down, worrying it. She felt the blonde stiffen in her arms, and then arms wrap around her shoulders and pull her closer.
The blonde breathed in the older woman's scent, groaning at the feel of sharp teeth worrying her bottom lip, the feel of the firm curves pushing into hers. Her intoxicating apple spice scent glistening across her skin. {Photos. Whatever. Regina cheated, and she would find a way out of it. She'd ask Ruby. Yeah, Ruby would know.}
She slid her hands down the trim back and to the round bottom encased in a tight skirt. She squeezed firmly, feeling the lithe body jolt into hers. For now she wouldn't worry about the photos, she had other things to concentrate on. She pulled back and grabbed the brunette's hand pulling her behind her and towards the stairs, her hand fumbling to turn off the light in the living room. She felt the mayor's heat behind her, pushing her quickly up the stairs to their room. The mess of cards were forgotten in their blind haste.
As she reached for the doorknob to their bedroom, she felt the push from behind, the mayor's pelvis deliberately bumping her butt. Once, twice in quick succession. She threw the door open and stumbled into the darkened room. She fumbled along the wall for the light switch, but soon gave up, as she felt Regina's hands slide under her tank and down the front of her jeans, popping open the button. She tried to feel her way to the bed, the brunette close behind, one hand dipping underneath the blonde's panties.
The mayor stifled a groan as her fingers slid through her wife's slick folds, and she tightened her arms around the firm body in front of her, stopping her headlong blunder to the bed. She heard the blonde pant and then moan as her fingers slid up and then down the length of her sex. Regina spread her legs slightly, widening her stance to take the blonde's weight against her, as she felt her slowly sag back into her arms, her neck falling onto Regina's left shoulder, a silent offering. The brunette leaned down, scraping her teeth across the tendons of the blonde's neck, sucking lightly and then laving the slightly reddened skin with her tongue. She stiffened her fingers slightly and pressed harder along her wife's sex, then lightened her touch as the pads of her fingers found her throbbing clit. She felt it harden under her fingers as she caressed it, played with it, and coaxed it out of its shell. She tightened her left arm around the tight waist, feeling the muscles in her stomach rhythmically contracting under her arm. So close. She was already so close. She groaned as she bit down on the pale neck where it met her right shoulder, and she rubbed her clit harder, rolling it between her fingers as she felt the trim body shudder against her, the blonde's sweaty cheek rub against hers as she stiffened in her arms, groaning as she felt the heat burn through her, felt her release as her hands clawing for purchase on Regina's wrist.
"No more," she groaned, "too sensitive, baby."
The brunette slowed her fingers, giving her clit one last flick as she felt the blonde spasm in her arms. She slowly drew her hand out from her panties, and raised the fingers to her mouth, sliding her tongue over them as she hummed in the back of her throat.
{Delicious.}
She felt the body relax against hers and she pushed her forward slightly towards the bed. The blonde fell with a thwump and groaned as she crawled up the bed and rolled over. The brunette laughed quietly and climbed on to the bed, draping her body over her wife's.
"Remember, dear. Tomorrow. I expect you to have those pictures taken." She laughed as the blonde whimpered.