A/N: I bring you a whole new ff! I actually dreamed this a while back and decided to put my own spin on things and just go everywhere with this one. I do hope you guys enjoy it and give it a shot. As you can tell from the plot, it will have a lot of sex scenes between our ladies. Which, a little warning: M rated scene is at the very beginning of this story *evil smirk* enjoy!

It was 5am. A rainy, flight delayed morning in the Boston Logan International. Not to mention the numerous crowds of people that only seemed to grow.

Emma rushed through the crowd, her carry-on luggage in one hand and confirmation ticket in the other. She mentally groaned when all the seats in her waiting area were taken, and had to remind herself that the flight was just an hour with twenty minutes to spare. She'd be home soon.

Normally she would have taken the four hour drive from Boston to New York, but she had to be away for a month and that was long enough already. She wanted to be home as fast and as early as possible.

She checked her wrist for the time on her watch as she brought it up to her eye level. As soon as she did, she saw the time stuck 5:23. It was crazy how time could seem eternal but pass by so quickly while at the airport. Her head snapped up as the call was made to start boarding. Finally. She quickly gripped onto her luggage handle and took a step forward, pushing her body off from leaning up against the wall. She took a few steps forward when a brunette in front of her turned back around as she wanted to head back, but accidently slammed right into Emma, spilling her coffee on her as it splashed all over her long sleeve shirt, her hair and her red leather jacket that she had been holding as it hung around her forearm. Splashes of coffee covering her flight confirmation ticket.

Heads turned and people walked by the two women as a grunt was heard from one and a loud surprised gasp was heard from the other. By the splash, it was obvious the cup wasn't full of from what smelled like french vanilla coffee - but it was enough to empty out on Emma with only a few dots of splashes on a now angry brunette. Had she not been reading the papers that were now clutched in her hand, she would have not ran into Emma.

"Seriously?!" shouted Emma as she looked down at her now stained shirt.

"Why don't you watch where you're going?!" shouted the brunette as she wiped away drops of coffee from her expensive looking clothes.

"Watch where I'm going? You ran into me." Emma argued, because apart from her flight being delayed this is the last thing she needed right now this early in the morning.

The brunette groaned as she noticed the small coffee stains on the papers she was holding, she sighed as she spoke with a hint of anger in her voice, "Look at these, now I'm going to need other copies." she waved the papers in her hand.

Emma's eyes quickly scanned the small drops of coffee stains, which again were nothing compared to the ones she had on her clothes. She rolled her eyes in annoyance at the dramatics from this woman, who was obviously having a bad day and insisted in making Emma a part of it now.

"I'm sure you'll survive. That's nothing compared to my clothes." replied Emma in a annoyed tone of her own, one to which the brunette quickly took notice as a chuckle escaped her as her brown eyes scanned Emma's long sleeve shirt and tight jeans, all clothing she had purchased in stores that weren't expensive. Not to mention the converse she happened to be wearing, which looked pretty used by now.

"Well, your style of clothing doesn't seem to require a large cleaning bill."

Emma's jaw tightened at the comment, biting her tongue because she really wasn't in the mood to get into an argument this early in the morning. Especially not with someone who seemed to be a rich snob. Though, even Emma had to admit, the woman was breathtakingly gorgeous, her make up done to perfection, her lipstick ruby red, while her eyeshadow made her brown eyes stand out even more.

Regina threw out the now empty coffee cup into the nearest trash bin as Emma just walked past the gate as her ticket was checked in, without looking back at the brunette who had stained her clothes. She rushed through other people as she soon found her seat. She lifted up her suitcase as she placed it in the compartment above her, a sigh escaping her as she sat in her assigned seat: 13A. The smell of french vanilla strongly hitting her nostrils, forcing her to look down at her strained shirt once more, as her red leather jacket remained laid on her lap.

"Oh, for the love of God."

Emma's head snapped up at the voice who spoke next to her, as she glanced up at the very same brunette who had spilled her coffee on her. Her green eyes growing in surprise then annoyance, just as the other woman's were.

"It seems my day is just meant to go to shit this morning." Emma said out loud, as she looked away, looking quickly back at the brunette before her.

"The one time I decide to fly coach and I get stuck with you. Of all people." said Regina, as others squeezed by her to get to their seats, because she simply didn't want to consider sitting next to this annoying blonde stranger.

"I hope you don't plan on ordering something to drink while we are waiting for take off. I wouldn't want you spilling it on me." Emma replied snarkily.

Regina rolled her eyes, "To be fair, I was trying to dispose of what was left of my coffee before I boarded the plane."

"Well… you've succeeded." replied Emma as she glanced down at her strained shirt once more.

Regina simply scoffed, as she sat next to the blonde, as the smell of her coffee hit her nostrils and possibly by now the whole flight.

As people were now seated and out of the way, Emma quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and stood up from her seat without another word or glance at this woman who had become her tourment for the day. Had she turned, she would have noticed the brunette's wondering eyes as they gawked - literally gawked at Emma's ass as it passed inches away from her face. Her head followed as the blonde, (totally unaware that she was being undressed by a pair of now lustful eyes) walked towards the bathroom at the end of the isle.

The brunette rested her head back on to her seat as her eyes closed momentarily. She could see Emma's perfectly rounded ass in her mind.

Before she knew it, a loud click was heard as her hands had undone her seatbelt that held her firmly onto her seat, as her body stood up elegantly from the seat, her smooth olive legs walked down the isle towards the same restroom the blonde had entered.

Her brain kept screaming for her to sit back down, but her legs had a mind of their own as they stopped her right in front of the restroom door, her eyes scanning the area, making sure no one else was minding her standing there while she fought a strong debate in her head.

Emma, who now had some wet stains on her shirt, was trying to rid herself of the coffee smell, as best she could. Unaware of who was standing just outside the door that was behind her, as her mind was focused on her shirt. Inside her head, she played back her morning: Rain. Rushing through the airport. Delayed flight. Spilled coffee on her clothes which had her smelling like french vanilla. And, to top it off, she had to sit beside the one responsible for a whole hour. Her hair was now free of coffee drops - at least that didn't smell like it. She groaned in frustration as she now had two giant wet spots on her shirt. "Oh, this looks much better." she said to herself as a knock was heard behind her, her head lifted up as she spoke in a loud enough voice, "Someone's in here."

Knock. Knock.

She sighed as she turned to open the door, ready to give a piece of her mind to whoever was outside that door.

"I said-"

Her words were cut short, as her eyes grew wide as plump red lips crashed onto her own in a hard and hungry kiss, as whoever was responsible for such kiss shut and locked the restroom door behind them. Emma's hands fell on slender hips, only to pull herself away from the kiss she had received as her surprised green eyes met with brown ones.

Words weren't spoken. Both women stared down at each other in silence, each thinking their own set of thoughts in that moment.

The brunette knew this was beyond crazy, even for her. She wasn't the type to do such a thing, much less on a plane, but the throbbing between her legs as she feasted on Emma's ass was more than she could bare. As for Emma, as soon as she realized who was now inside this small compartment room with her, she knew this was crazy. Sure, she's had her fair shares of one nighters, or quickies before… but, never one like this. Especially never with someone like this classy beauty before her.

But, who was she to pass up this once in a lifetime opportunity?

She'd have to be crazy!

Emma's eyes landed on the brunette's plump red lips as she hungrily kissed them, shutting her brain off in the process as her hands held onto the woman's sides as she pulled her in closer, pressing her body against her own. Lips were soon dancing against each other in a more passionate kiss. Neither of them made any effort to remove any part of clothing that dressed their bodies. That would only take longer.

Lips parted, as their foreheads remained pressed together, as both pairs of eyes remained on each other's hands as the brunette began to work through the button and zipper of Emma's tight jeans, while Emma's pale hands worked through the older woman's skirt, snapping it easily undone as if they were being timed.

Both pair of hands found the most warm and wetter part of one another's bodies as they reached between each other's thighs.

The brunette's free hand resting behind Emma's head as she pulled her in for another hungry and passionate kiss. As Emma's free hand rested against the wall of the small restroom they found themselves in, preventing their bodies from slamming hard against it. Both faintly moaned into each other's mouths as soaked fingers found their entrances, penetrating their way in quick, hard rhythms.

Boy, were both sex's wet. The challenge of them not being able to spread their legs any further apart than they could barely manage, making the situation an even more thrilling and exciting one.

Both the woman's entrances tightening around one another's fingers as their motions picked up in a much rougher rhythm - moans travelling through hot, hard kisses and dancing tongues as they tried not to move their bodies so much against the thin wall.

Both having to remember they were literally having sex in an airplane.

Warmth creeping up flushed cheeks, as heat surrounded both bodies, as both women came undone in a matter of minutes. Silent orgasms flowing through hardened kisses.

Ding!

The chime sounded as the captain's voice carried throughout the flight, announcing for everyone to get back in their seats for they would be taking off momentarily.

The brunette's hand grabbing Emma's golden locks in a fist full, as Emma's nails scraped the wall behind them in the process. Swollen kissed lips parted, as panting breaths were exchanged. Scents of French vanilla coffee mixed with the older woman's sweet, delicate (and undoubtedly expensive) perfume filling the air around them.

Both sets of eyes opened, staring back into each other. Green mixing with brown. Emma took a step back, as Regina composed her now wrinkled clothes, checking her smeared lipstick in the mirror, as she wiped it off all together. Emma zipped and buttoned up her jeans, left with a puzzled look on her face as the brunette walked out without a single word, closing the door before Emma.

Emma was no stranger to women wanting her - men included. But, what in the actual fuck just happened?

She cleaned herself up of the smeared lipstick before she waited two more minutes to walk out herself as she made her way down the isle, sliding her way through the now seated brunette and three sets of seats in front of her as she sat in her own seat.

Emma stared blankly towards the back of the seats in front of her for a short moment. The same puzzled looked playing on her face as her head turned to this annoying, snobby - now crazy brunette sitting next to her. She silently continued reading through her papers without a second glance at Emma.

Giving Emma wasn't going to be getting any answers as to what the hell just happened in that restroom, she spoke, but not before clearing her throat, "So…" she said with a momentary pause, hoping the brunette's head would look her direction.

Nothing.

"Emma Swan." the blonde introduced herself as she held out her hand, waiting for at least a hand shake.

This made the brunette's head turn as she looked over at Emma, accepting her hand shake with a firm one of her own, "Regina Mills." she replied as she quickly took back her hand and went back to reading through her papers.

God, even the way she introduced herself sounded classy.

"Not that I'm complaining, but… would you mind explaining to me what that was back there?" asked Emma, to which Regina glared back up at her, who by the looks of it was not in the mood to have a conversation.

"It's called sex." she replied bluntly as she turned her attention back to her papers.

Emma's puzzling look became even more questioning with her response. Obviously it was sex! But, that's not the answer she was seeking.

Normally, Emma would have enjoyed it and left it alone. But, there was something about this Regina Mills that just made her question the whole thing.

"So, do you normally like having sex with total strangers in airplane bathrooms? Is it like a hobby?" asked Emma in a low, jokingly tone of voice, to which Regina threw another glare at her for.

"Yes." Regina simply answered.

"Really?" asked Emma, not believing her for one second.

"I fly every weekend." said Regina with a serious expression on her face, trying to fool the blonde into believing her so she could be left alone to read her papers in peace.

A flight attendant came by with the beverage cart, asking both women what they would like to drink, as she served and handed them out. Regina asking for a water, as a cup of ice filled with sprite was handed down to Emma.

"So, apart from having sex on airplanes, what else do you like to do for fun?" asked a curious Emma, as Regina rolled her eyes as she looked over at her. "I like a little conversation after sex." Emma explained, jokingly of course, fully enjoying the fact that she was beginning to get arise out of this woman.

"I don't." Regina replied quickly.

"I'll tell you what. You look like a woman of business, and judging from those papers you've had in your hand ever since we bumped into each other - that only proves to me that you are, so I'm willing to negotiate. Give it to me 50/50. You answer just three of my questions and I'll sit quietly beside you fo the remainder of this flight." said Emma, her eyes never leaving Regina's.

Regina could have been rude, she could have spoken in a clear, firm tone and have Emma cringe under her voice alone. But, something told her that Emma wasn't easily intimidated - even by her. Also, there was that part of Regina that was strangely interested in Emma's questions. So, she decided to allow it.

The plane began to speed up as it lifted up off the landing zone, and soon was flying it's way through the air to New York.

"Very well. Three questions." she warned, lifting up three fingers in the process, "No more." there was a brief pause before Regina answered Emma's previous question, "I enjoy horseback riding. Occasionally, a good book, with a nice glass of red wine by a warm fire. And… I'll leave my third favorite thing as a mystery." a wicked smirked played on her lips.

Emma couldn't help but smile herself as her eyes looked upon the bright white smile that flashed before her, as she moved on to her second question, "Fair enough. Would you mind if I asked your age?"

Regina's age was another thing that no one ever dared to ask, not even her best friend Kathryn dared to ask her the age question so soon into their friendship.

The brunette shifted uncomfortably for a second, as she answered, again without understanding why she was agreeing to letting herself be known to this complete stranger, "Thirty seven. Last question." she reminded her, hoping it wouldn't be something so personal.

Thirty seven. Emma thought, as her eyes quickly scanned her over before asking her last and third question, taking in how impossibly good this woman looked. Considering, most older women Emma ever came across in her whole life, would look as if they had lived the roughest years of their lives. Some older, some a few years younger than Regina Mills.

"You obviously seem that you come from a higher class. What are you doing flying in coach instead of first class?" she asked.

Regina's eyes connected with Emma's in a way that sent chills down her spine, as the brunette's voice sounded low and playful, as another smirk formed on her lips, which had been free from her red ruby lipstick, "I like to live dangerously."

And, then just as Emma's questions were up, she kept her end of the their business deal and stayed quiet. But, to her surprise, Regina spoke, this time asking a question of her own.

"How old are you?" she asked, as she looked over to Emma once more.

"Twenty seven." Emma caught Regina's blush, as she tried to hide it quickly. "My hobbies include, music, my journal," she said as she raised up her small handbook journal she always carried with her, "and spending any free time I have with… a very special person."

A very special person. Regina's eyes grew wide momentarily as she quickly tried to hide her surprise. Great. The first crazy thing she dares to do in the most public place of all public places, and it had to be with someone who was taken. This made her feel low, as she simply nodded and turned her attention back to reading her papers. While Emma turned to her journal, as the only sound filling the air was the pen scribbling on the paper, as the engine of the plane roared just outside of it, as quiet chatter from other passengers was also heard.

An hour flew by. Passengers made their way out through the gate as they scattered, each to their own destinations. Emma and Regina had walked together towards the baggage claim, as Regina reached for her own luggage, while Emma reached for her guitar case, as she strapped it around her shoulder, while she carried her carry on luggage in the other hand.

Regina wanted to ask about the guitar case, but truth be told, after finding out that Emma could possibly be taken made her keep quiet.

"I guess this is where we part ways." said Emma, "Maybe we'll run into each other again."

"I highly doubt that." replied Regina, almost too dryly as she forced a smile.

"Well, in that case. It was certainly an experience meeting you, Regina Mills." Emma extended her hand, which Regina's eyes fell upon before she took it in another firm handshake.

"I believe it was a pleasure." the brunette replied, not being able to stop herself from saying such a remark, but to her surprise a chuckle was heard coming from Emma. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Emma Swan." she replied in a flirtatious tone this time, before exchanging a last set of smiles and parting. After all, even if she did have someone, how was Regina supposed to guess that? And, it wasn't like they would actually see each other again. If Emma had decided to cheat on someone by having sex with her in an airplane - that was the blonde's problem to deal with alone.

It was five minutes before 8am when Emma walked out of the cab as it dropped her off in front of her apartment building. She smiled as she feasted her eyes on the building before her. It was a small apartment, but a good one. It made her feel even more secure to know that what she was forced to leave behind was well looked after by her neighbors and best friends.

She retrieved her keys from her jacket pocket, as she wore it now to try and cover the still noticeable (now dry) coffee stains on her shirt. The scent was less, but would still hit her nostrils from time to time, taking her back to the memory of the most interesting moment of her flight. She had laid with women before she only was meant to see once, and it didn't ache her one bit to never run into them again. But, Regina Mills - she wouldn't mind running into again. She was certainly a woman her mind wouldn't easily forget.

But, for the time being, she shook it off, making her way into the apartment building, up three flights of stairs, carrying her suitcase in one hand, while her guitar case remained strapped to her back. Her keys jingled as she inserted the main one, turning it as the door unlocked as she twisted the handle, walking inside as silence filled the entrance.

She set her luggage aside, along with her guitar case, leaning up against the wall.

Silence.

She made her way to the small living room area, decorated only with a single couch, enough to sit three people, a tv stand with a '39 inch flat screen. Not too small, but not too big. Playstation video game were scattered around the floor, a small coffee table in the middle, not too far from the couch. The flooring had a sand colored carpet covering it, while the walls were plain white.

Something was off as Emma made her way to the couch, as she noticed a big thick cottoned blue blanket blanket laid out on the couch. It was definitely new. What was even stranger to her, was why it would be here on, on plain sight, unfolded.

"Em!" Ruby exclaimed excitedly as she walked into the living room area from one of the two bedrooms the apartment had, just down the small hallway. "Welcome back! You were terribly missed."

"So, I see." she quickly motioned towards the blanket which now appeared lumpy, "What's with the lumpy blanket, Rubes?"

"Oh, well… I was out doing some shopping, providing you with extra food before you arrived and I couldn't help myself. You know me. Being a good neighbor and all, I thought you might like it. Sure, it looks lumpy but it's comfortable." she motioned with her eyebrows, as her head nodded towards the blanket, "Try it."

Emma raised an eyebrow as she could swear she saw it move, what was even stranger she could of sworn she heard a set of giggles as she plopped down on to the blanket, wiggling her body as the set of giggles grew louder.

"I don't know, Rubes. Maybe if I lay more on it, I could get used to it. Let's see." she laid back her body pressing more onto the giggling blanket, sitting up instantly, her green eyes growing wide in surprise, "Oh my God! It's alive!" she raised to her feet as quick as a lightning bolt as she began to move the blanket around, shaking it with her two hands, "Quick, Ruby! Call 911. We got a live one!" she moved the blanket around more, in a tickling motion this time, as the sets of giggles turned into hysterical laughter as a head full of brown hair popped out from underneath the blanket, as a tiny body of a 7-year-old boy wiggled in Emma's arms, as Emma now scooped him up by his feet alone, as the boy hung upside down, still laughing.

Emma gasped in surprise, playing the part, "Oh, my goodness! An intruder! Ruby, quick - intruder alert! Intruder alert!"

The boy wiggled in Emma's arms as he tried to break free, unsuccessfully, shouting at the top of his lungs, "It's me, mommy! Henry!"

Ruby smiled at the sight. She loved that little guy to death.

"Henry?! No way!" said Emma, gasping in surprise as she turned him him up right, lifting him up in her arms with a smile on her face, "Henry! It is you! Come here, kid." she quickly smothered the little boy's face with big smooches, as Henry only struggled more.

"No! Stop it, mommy!"

Emma placed her son down after a few more kisses, smiling from ear to ear, "Were you a good boy for aunt Ruby?"

"I'm always good!" Henry exclaimed with a toothy grin, obviously happy to see his mother.

"Did you miss me?" asked Emma.

"Nope!" shouted Henry, as Emma ruffled his hair.

"Good, because I didn't miss you either." she replied playfully, as Henry then ran off back into the hallway, as he was heard moving around in his room happily.

Emma moved over to Ruby, as both friends greeted each other with a warm hug.

"So, how did the trip to Boston go? Did you meet up with the guy?" asked Ruby as she joined Emma on the couch, both sitting down at the same time.

Emma sighed at the exhausting meeting she had had with her contact she met up in Boston, "Ugh, yeah - but the asshole asked for more money."

"Mommy, you said a bad word!" Henry shouted from inside his room. Because of course, as a 7-year-old he heard everything and was smarter than he let on.

"I'm sorry!" Emma shouted as Ruby bursted into laughter, earning a slap in the arm by Emma as she continued, "Anyway, he was asking more than the original price. I told him to forget it and walked out."

"August is going to be pissed." Ruby reminded her.

"He's going to understand. I warned him that if this guy kept rising the price, I'd walk." replied Emma. She, of course knew August was going to be angry, but not at her. More like at the asshole guy. Especially when both August and Emma have been trying harder than ever to be able to own their own live music bar, where they would be able to provide everyone with all night drinks and some of their own music. Making more money than they do now playing endless gigs.

Not that that didn't make her happy enough - it did. But, Emma always hoped and thrived for more. Something bigger and better to be able to offer Henry.

"Well, don't stress about it now. I'm sure you will be able to work out a deal with this guy sooner or later." Ruby encouraged her friend, because she knew that Emma wouldn't easily give up. "How was your flight?"

Emma's mind whooshed back to that one moment with Regina in the restroom, as she was lost in a daze for a few seconds before she was able to find her voice once again, "It was… pleasuring." she grinned at the word.

"Really? I never heard anyone describe a flight being pleasurable. I ordered some pizza, why don't I help you set the table and you can tell me all about it." Ruby suggested as Emma stood up as she accompanied Ruby into the kitchen, which connected to the living room.

"Henry, wash your hands for dinner, kid!" Emma shouted as she took two drinking glasses, and one sponge bob plastic cup from Ruby while she held three plates as they walked over to the small breakfast table, which was just outside the kitchen, near the living room and entrance door.

Water was heard running from the bathroom that was at the very end of the hallway, which happened to be right outside Henry's room, which was the conformation both women needed to know Henry had listened.

"By the way, Em…" Ruby spoke, as Emma looked over at her, "What the hell happened to your shirt? You smell like French vanilla coffee."

A/N 2: To be continued... reviews greatly appreciated! :)