A/N: I dedicate this fanfic to my twitter squad (you know who you are). And a special thanks to Terena who gave me an amazing idea and to Aline who had to hear me go on and on about this until I finished. I love all of you with all my heart.
"This is ridiculous." Emma Swan groaned as she looked at her costume in the mirror once again. Her ass was clad in black leather pants that were so tight they looked as if they were painted onto her skin, the same for her leather bodysuit which made her boobs look perkier and fuller. A long fuzzy tail was stitched just above the round of her ass and a headband with little black ears adorned her long blonde tresses.
She was in no mood for a party and she tried every excuse in her book to get out of it but Mary Margaret wouldn't have it. I didn't beg Regina for you to bail on me, Emma. Besides, you need to distract yourself from him. The pixie haired brunette had told her once she said she wouldn't be able to come because she felt she was coming down with a flu. The blonde didn't know how in the hell her mother had convinced no other than the fricking mayor to throw a halloween party at her giant mansion but then again, when the woman set her mind on to something she didn't give up until she got it.
Giving her smokey eyes some final touches, she sighed in contentment. It won't get better than this. She thought. Ever since the breakup two weeks ago, she found her confidence had faded away little by little and that infuriated her. The real Emma Swan would never in a million years let a man take her down, but the real Emma had been shun away to the back of her mind as she shifted her entire attention to her damn boyfriend and his stupid needs. Her ego had been badly hurt, but maybe being dumped by him was exactly what she needed.
"Um, you look….different." The familiar voice of her 14 year old son came from behind her and a dark shade of red spread from her exposed neckline to her cheeks. Her outfit was daring, she was very much aware of that fact, and she suddenly felt naked under her son's gaze.
"A good different or a bad different?" Emma finally said as she plopped down on her bed, reaching for her black velvet boots. She glanced at the alarm clock on her bedside table and groaned again. If she didn't leave in five minutes she was sure Mary Margaret would come barging in and would drag her down to Mifflin Street by her hair.
"A weird different." Emma was trying to catch her left boot that was a bit further from the bed without getting up or falling from it. Henry chuckled at his mother's laziness that was very similar to his and handed her the shoe. "Guess I'm just used to your jeans and tank tops." He shrugged, sitting on the armchair across from the leather clad blonde. "Are you sure I can't go?"
"I'm sure, kid." The blonde said as she got up, glancing at her reflection one last time to see if everything was in order. "None of your friends will be there, y'know, since it's an adult party. Besides, I think it'll be incredibly boring, so I'll probably be home in time to catch one last movie with you." Emma smiled at her son and ruffled his dark brown hair. Every Halloween eve they would watch a marathon of horror movies to get in the mood, it was one of their many family traditions - and it was one the excuses she tried using against Mary Margaret.
"Aren't you guys a little too old to be celebrating Halloween without any kids around?" Henry tried keeping a straight face but he burst into a laughing fit when a pillow hit him hard on the face, falling to his feet. "Hey! I was just kidding." The young boy was gasping for air, his stomach hurting in a pleasing way.
"Are you going to be okay on your own? I can stay, y'know."
"No you can't, Ma. You deserve to have fun with your friends. Besides, Mom's house is 5 minutes from here...I'll call if I need you." Henry had never supported her mother's relationship, but he never allowed himself to say anything and prevent her from being happy. He had sensed a change in her from the beginning, not towards him of course, but towards others and specially towards herself, but he still thought it wasn't his place to voice his thoughts. He had been there every step of the way, though, and when they broke up, he was the one who helped glue the pieces of her heart back together, and eat loads of ice cream of course. "Seriously, go have fun. Don't worry about me."
"Okay, kiddo. There's juice and coke in the fridge and I'll leave some money on the counter so order whatever you want. But pretty please, don't eat the candies. We need those for tomorrow and I don't want to be the only one in the neighbourhood saying no to the kids. God knows what they'd do to our house." Emma kissed Henry's forehead and made a beeline to
the front door, stopping only to gather her phone and wallet. "See you in a bit!"
The night was quite chilly and Emma suddenly regretted not getting her jacket. She decided to walk to Regina's, knowing all too well that she was bound to have some black punch and a few glasses of the brunette's homemade apple cider. Main Street was a bit crowded than usual, vampires, mummies and witches were making their way towards Mifflin Street. Emma had always loved Halloween. It was the only night she could be whoever she wanted and escape the reality of the foster homes.
"HEY THERE, PUMPKIN!" Emma didn't even need to turn around to know that that voice belonged to her best friend. It was still funny to say or think the words 'best friends'. She had never really gotten along with girls before. The blonde had always been a tomboy and the girls would look at her funny for not liking dolls, princesses or any other girly things. Ruby had been one of the first people she met when she got to Storybrooke and they had hit it off almost instantly. The lanky brunette hopped the last few steps that separated them and slung an arm over Emma's bare shoulders. "Who would have thought that you were hiding this hot piece of ass underneath those baggy boyfriend jeans and horrible tank tops."
"Hey!" Emma pinched her friend's side, bending slightly forward as she laughed. "You can be an asshole when you want, y'know that? And what are you supposed to be?" The blonde looked at Ruby for the first time, taking in her outfit. The brunette wore a short white skirt that Emma was sure showed more than what was considered appropriate. Her matching white cropped top - that looked more like an actual bra- hugged her boobs perfectly and even Emma had to admit that it was a sight to behold. On top of her dark curls, a small white hat with a red cross sat neatly.
"What, isn't it obvious? I'm a nurse!"
"You do realise that nurses don't wear slutty clothes, right?"
"You're one to talk, sexy panther. Besides, it's Halloween. It's the one night when we can dress like total sluts and no one can say anything about it." Ruby said as she stopped in front of a small black iron gate, covered in spider webs. "Wow, your mom really outdid herself."
"We both know that's Regina's doing." Emma loved her mother, but the small brunette's taste was incredibly tacky whereas Regina's was always impeccable. The usually pristine white mansion was almost grey under the new garden lights. Stone gargoyles sat proudly on the second floor balcony, overlooking every guest. Carved pumpkins were scattered on the front lawn and Emma chuckled as she remembered Henry's complaints about how this mom and grandmother were making him help. "I just can't wait to see the inside."
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Regina Mills was definitely not a calm person. She had killed, tormented and tortured more people than she could keep count and that was what she was about to do to Mary Margaret if the woman tried speaking to her one more time. They had spent most of the previous week together, planning, shopping and decorating her house for the party. When Mary Margaret first came to her with the idea, her instinct was to deny it immediately but she surprised both herself and the pixie haired woman when she said yes. After all, it would be nice to have a night off and have fun. The mayor quickly regretted it though, as Mary Margaret stepped on her nerves on a daily basis.
The brunette was currently talking to Dr. Whale - who thought it would be a very funny idea to come as Frankenstein - but was quickly growing tired of scolding the man for looking at her cleavage. Not that she could blame him, though. She was dressed as Morticia Addams, her long black dress tight enough to show her perfect curves. Said cleavage was shaped in a long V that came to a stop just an inch above her belly button, showing off some quality side boob. Her makeup was flawless, dark smokey eyes that made her whiskey brown orbs even fiercer and a dark crimson red painted her full lips which made her scar even more prominent. The entire costume was a bit more daring than what she was used to, but she was quite happy with the result - even though it was attracting unwanted attention.
Regina excused herself when the doctor's eyes fell once again to her exposed skin and walked towards the open bar as fast as her dress would allow her. She needed another drink, or ten. The brunette wanted so desperately to have fun but as she looked around she noticed that her guests were still too stiff, focused on stupid small talks. No one was dancing or singing or pretty much enjoying themselves, no one except for Mary Margaret, of course. Regina smirked when an idea to turn things around came to mind. She held her hand right above the bowl of black punch and swirled her fingers around, spiking the beverage. "This should do the trick."
Regina turned around just as Emma and Ruby walked through the front door. Her gaze fell instantly upon the blonde woman, a shiver running down her spine as she took in the leather costume. Her throat suddenly became dry and she downed her apple cider enjoying the slight burn. Dark brown eyes met bright green ones and Regina chuckled as Emma's mouth fell agape when the younger woman saw her costume. For some unknown reason, she liked having Emma's attention. A sudden boost of confidence awoke a familiar smirk on her lips and she winked towards the younger woman.
The mayor was suddenly summoned by her best friend Kathryn - whos insisted on going as a sexy circus show woman, if that was even a thing- and she didn't notice Mary Margaret walking straight towards the punch bowl. The teacher had had an idea as soon as she saw Emma walk in. She wanted Emma to have a good time and forget all about her idiotic ex, so she spiked the drink. The other guests would also have fun, so everyone would win at the end.
Grabbing two red cups filled with black punch, the small brunette - who was dressed as Velma from Scooby Doo - made her way to her daughter and her friend. "Hello, girls! So glad you decided to come, Emma!"
"Like I had a choice." Emma chuckled as she accepted the red cup from her mother. " It was pure and spontaneous pressure. But to be honest…" She took a sip of her beverage. "I'm glad I'm here. For now anyways." Emma wrinkled her nose as the strong taste went down her throat again. She was more of a beer kinda gal, but she was pretty sure Regina hadn't bought any, so the punch would have to do.
An hour and 4 red cups later, Emma found herself on the dance floor with Ruby. The music was loud, she could feel it in her entire body as she moved to the rhythm. Her head was buzzing with the amount of alcohol she had ingested but she didn't really mind. She was having fun with her friends and for the first time in two weeks she was happy.
Regina was dancing right next to her, her round ass moving in time with the beat. She was a goddess and she obviously knew the effect she had on other people. Emma couldn't take her eyes off of her and she suspected the brunette knew as much as her hands snaked down the sides of her body, ending up flat on her ass. The blonde didn't know where the sudden attraction was coming from and she blamed it on the booze. You're straight, Emma. She reminded herself of that very 'important' fact.
Her slim body suddenly stiffened, coming to a halt as a familiar set of hands came to rest just above her hips from behind her. Killian. Emma scowled. She knew he would be there, but part of her honestly hoped he had gone to hell instead and never came back. The blonde turned around, yanking his hands off of her with more strength than she originally planned, but not regretting it at all. "What do you want?" Her voice was a low growl, alerting him of how dangerous the situation actually was.
"Oy, love, no need to get aggressive." Killian held his hands above his head as a sign of truce. "I just want to talk, ay?" He had seen how drunk she was, he knew her well enough to recognize all of the signs and since he had regretted breaking up with her he thought he would take advantage of the situation. The chances of the blonde actually lowering her guards were pretty high. "I was really stupid to break up with you, Em. And I really, really want you back." He took a step closer, caressing Emma's bare arm.
Emma flinched away from the touch she once craved so badly. She had two whole weeks to put her head back in place and in under no circumstance she would allow him to own her again. Being weak and submissive was in the past. The real Emma Swan was back, stronger than ever. "No, Killian."
Killian narrowed his eyes, pulling the blonde forcefully closer. No woman had ever said no to his charms before and being rejected suddenly pressed on a nerve. "Come on. You know you want me as bad as I want you. Don't try to deny it, love." Emma pushed his chest as hard as she could, making the brunette pirate stumble backwards. "Hey, no need to be a bitch!"
Regina looked from the former couple to the rest of the guests, noticing how everyone was beyond drunk to even acknowledge what was happening and she suddenly regretted spiking their drinks. She hadn't known if it was her place to interject at first but when Killian tried kissing Emma against her will, a fire started burning in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't just stand by and let him basically molest the blonde woman. Everything after that happened so fast, like she was on autopilot.
The brunette suddenly turned Emma in her arms, one arm around her waist and another behind her neck as she connected her full red lips to slim pink ones. It was certainly an unexpected kiss and it took Emma a few seconds to kiss Regina back, earning a low groan from the older woman. Regina picked at Emma's lower lip and smirked as a soft whimper reached her ears. She pressed her body closer to the younger woman's, her finger finding solace in soft long tresses. Regina glided her pink tongue across Emma's lips before invading her mouth, both women moaning as their tongues tasted each other for the very first time. All the background noise simply faded as they focused their minds on exploring.
Emma was the one to break the kiss, gasping for air. Her head was spinning and this time she knew that alcohol had nothing to do with it. She had no idea of what had just happened or why it had happened and if she was honest to herself, she didn't really care. Her entire body was buzzing with excitement. But the good feeling was suddenly replaced by a bad one when she felt the unwanted touch on her arm again, yanking her from the safety Regina's arms. "What the actual fuck was that?" Killian gave Emma a glare before scowling at the mayor.
"Dear, I deeply suggest letting go of Emma's arm before things escalate any further. I do not appreciate other people touching what's mine, especially when it's made clear that the advances are not welcome." Regina smirked, not knowing where the boost of confidence was coming, but deciding to go along with it for the moment. "It's not my fault that what she actually needed was a woman instead of a low life man such as yourself."
"Come on, Emma." He tried again, too drunk to actually be scared of Regina. "I know you're not a dyke. I know how you liked when I took you from behind. I can still hear you moaning my name. I bet she can't make you cum like I used to, huh?" He dipped his head forward as to capture Emma's lips with his own once again.
"I said: LET. HER. GO." Regina had had enough. She had never liked the pirate, not one bit. He was a smelly, egocentric, misogynistic idiot who wore way too much eyeliner and leather. She hated the way he treated Emma and the way she allowed him to walk all over her. She hated how he was the one she chose. Her blood was boiling and before she knew what was happening, her flat palm connected to the side of his face, with a loud snap. For the first time, the guests noticed that something was going on.
Please let me know if I should continue!