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Emma saw red. Taking a sharp turn into Regina's driveway, she slammed on her breaks and came to a halt in front of the garage with a loud screech.
Usually pale cheeks burned crimson as she unbuckled and stepped out of the bug. She slammed the door shut as hard as she could – she wouldn't be surprised if the damned thing fell off the next time she went to open it – and stomped up the small staircase in front of the Mayor's home, mumbling expletives to herself.
Tonight was supposed to be special. They'd gone to dinner, they'd seen a few movies, and they'd shared a coffee or two at Granny's. But tonight was, well, the date.
Goddamn it, she had shaved for this. And she was wearing a dress.
Emma raised a fist up to the door and began to pound loudly.
A moment later, the door whisked open. "Ms. Swan, what on Earth are you doing?" Regina hissed, her voice hushed.
Emma tightened her jaw. "Our date," she growled. "You stood me up."
"Henry is sick with the flu. I left a message on your work phone earlier in the day, and when I never heard back from you, I assumed you were aware of the situation." Regina crossed her arms over her chest and popped out her hip, resting it against the doorframe.
Emma scrunched up her face in irritation. "I have a cell phone for a reason."
Regina shrugged. "I tried to send you a typed message-"
"Text message?"
"Whatever." Regina waved her hand dismissively. "It's not my fault that you-" She stopped short, finally noticing the blonde's unusual apparel. "Are you wearing a dress?"
Emma shifted uncomfortably. "We were supposed to be going out on a date," she huffed, mimicking the brunette's stance.
A mischievous twinkle appeared in Regina's eyes and a softness washed over her previously stoic features. "You clean up well, Ms. Swan," she teased, shifting her gaze up and down the Sheriff's body.
Emma rolled her eyes. "Can I come in? It's cold." She bounced back and forth on her heels and pulled her dark coat tight against her body. Without waiting for a response, she pushed her way into the Mayoral mansion; warmth quickly enveloped her and she sighed contentedly.
"Oh, by all means, please make yourself comfortable," Regina bit sarcastically before closing the door. She turned and rushed over to Emma, who was already in the process of shrugging out of her trench coat. "There's a coat rack in the-" She sighed as the blonde threw it across the back of the couch and sauntered into the kitchen. "Yes, because my leather sofa looks exactly like a-"
"Oh hush," Emma scoffed.
"If you think you can just barge into my home and make a mess, you are sadly mistaken, Ms. Swan."
Emma rolled her eyes. She'd only been in Regina's home a good two minutes and Regina was already in a mood. Abruptly, she turned on her heels in the doorway of the kitchen to try and catch the brunette off guard.
"I'm serious, if you thi-OOMFPH." Regina collided roughly into Emma's front, her hands reaching out instinctively to stop herself. Instead, she was rewarded with a mouthful of blonde curls. She spat angrily, twisting her head to the side before realizing where exactly her hands had landed.
Emma glanced down toward Regina's palms which were roughly pressed against each of her breasts. She waggled a brow. "If you wanted to cop a feel, Regina, all you had to do was ask."
Regina rolled her eyes and pulled away, smoothing out her blouse. "Awful confident, aren't we Ms. Swan?" she teased before stepping past the blonde to step into the kitchen.
The sweet scent of Regina's perfume swarmed over her in a heady cloud, making Emma dizzy with lust. She closed her eyes and steadied herself before following the other woman. The pair stopped in front of the kitchen countertop, Regina facing forward toward the glass cabinet while Emma rested her back against the linoleum.
"Do you want a drink?" the brunette asked, opening the cabinet doors. She rose to her tiptoes and reached forward to grab a single glass, waiting for Emma's response before grabbing another.
Emma's eyes wandered as soon as Regina moved to her toes and extended her arm. Her white silk blouse had ridden up slightly, revealing a sliver of tanned skin. Emma's eyes magnetized to the enticing flesh, entranced. A quick twinkle on Regina's front caught her attention and she furrowed her brow, sure she'd imagined it. Surely Madame Mayor of Storybrooke didn't have a…
Regina shifted slightly on her toes and the metal flashed once more. Emma bit her lip. So she hadn't imagined it.
Regina Mills definitely had a navel piercing.
"Do you want something to drink or not?" the brunette huffed, planting her feet firmly on the ground to relieve her aching arches.
"Oh, uh, yeah." Emma watched with rapt attention as Regina moved to her tiptoes once more to retrieve another glass. The light caught the small metal ball at the end of the ring and the jewelry shimmered. Emma kept her eyes transfixed on the little glimpse of silver peeking out below Regina's blouse and grinned.
Lowering her feet, Regina turned to find Emma grinning like an idiot. She raised a brow curiously and placed the glasses on the counter. "What on Earth are you smiling about?" she asked before walking across the kitchen toward the liquor cabinet.
"You…uh..."
"Words aren't your strong suit, I see," Regina scoffed, grabbing a bottle of homemade cider.
"Your belly button," Emma said, pointing.
Regina opened her mouth in mock surprise. "Oh my, I have one!" She glanced down toward her stomach. "I must be human after all, not the alien from Planet Fairytale Land my son seems to think." She rolled her eyes and brushed past the blonde to begin filling their drinks. "What are you getting at, Ms. Swan?"
Emma took a step forward. "It's uh…it's pierced." She bit her bottom lip and dropped her gaze back down to Regina's front.
Regina's cheeks flushed and her back straightened at hearing the blonde's words. "Oh…"
A cheeky smile plastered across Emma's face. "Is Madame Mayor embarrassed?" she teased, taking several more steps forward to close the void of space between them.
"No!" Regina barked, but the menacing tone of her voice was overshadowed by the slight quiver in it.
Daringly, Emma reached out a finger and brushed it over the brunette's clothed stomach. "I think it's hot. Really hot. I've always had a thing for piercings." She drew a small heart around where Regina's belly button lay beneath white silk. Emma frowned when the brunette swatted her hand away, but as she moved her gaze back up, the seductive grin spread across Regina's face told her that Madame Mayor was anything but angry.
Regina turned at the waist and poured cider into each glass. Grinning in that patent Regina Mills way, she extended her hand and offered the drink to the blonde. "Duly noted, dear," she purred with a wink before bringing the glass up to her lips. With a deliberate sway of her hips, she sauntered out of the kitchen and into the living room.
Like a puppy to his master, Emma scurried only a few steps behind, almost spilling her drink as she did so. She carefully placed her glass on the table – on a coaster, no less; she was learning – and sat on the far left side of the sofa, expecting Regina to sit beside her. Instead, the brunette walked over to the adjacent couch and sat.
Regina moved at the waist toward the wooden end table at the edge of the sofa. After resting her drink on it, she reached toward the end of the couch and grabbed the book she had discarded upon Emma's incessant knocking. With a catlike stretch of her body, she sprawled out on the couch and opened her book to the page she had doggy ear marked before answering the door. Smiling contentedly to herself, she began to feign interest in the novel.
Emma narrowed her eyes. Not only had Regina blown off their date, but after being given a second chance – and being told that a particular adornment on her body turned a certain participant of the date on beyond belief – she'd decided to curl up with a good book.
Emma growled. Regina Mills was either thick or an incredible tease. "What are you doing?" the blonde practically hissed, standing.
Regina chewed at the inside of her mouth, trying to stifle the chuckle bubbling in her throat. "Resuming my plans for the evening that you so rudely interrupted." She flicked her gaze away from her book for a moment to catch sight of green eyes that sparkled with a mixture of anger and lust. "The remote for the television is over there," she informed with a playful tone to her voice, waving her hand toward the coffee table. "Do find a way to entertain yourself." Smiling, she stretched and folded her right arm behind her head while holding the book in her left. The slight extension of her body caused her blouse to rise up once more, finally giving Emma a full view of her flat stomach and the tiny metal ring attached to her belly button.
Emma took a long gulp of her cider and let out a slow breath through her nose.
Oh yeah, incredible tease.
