The Chic Sheriff [beerfishie]
This event was much more Regina's thing than Emma's. Since the curse was broken and everything settled down, they had sought out a sense of normalcy in their lives. Regina, being the fashionista, enjoyed these charity fashion fundraisers - being front & center with other political figures, getting free clothes, and travelling outside of Storybrooke for the first time.
Emma stood off to the side waiting for the server to come around with refreshments as she watched her wife mingle, cohort, and dazzle the room. She almost felt bad that Regina had been in this world almost 30 years without getting to experience this. Then she giggled as she lifted a glass of champagne off a passing tray, remembering that the curse was Regina's fault in the first place. So she couldn't feel that bad for her. She was sure making up for lost time now, lighting up every room she stepped into, and quickly becoming a hot, fashionable commodity. Happiness suited Regina, and Emma beamed as she downed the glass like a shot, damn proud of herself that she was responsible for that magnificent smile.
Regina couldn't believe how much she was enjoying herself, and around these political types, too. She was really there for the culture of the event itself: the indulgence, fashion, and, of course, stepping out with her hot Sheriff wife as her arm candy. She looked over to Emma who had found a space of her own, watching Regina from the corner of the room. She found those loving eyes and just melted. The conversation she had been having faded into the background, and she saw only Emma. The Sheriff sure did clean up well, in yet another one of her leather jackets, and a shirt borrowed from Regina, no less. Emma stood there contentedly with her hands in the pockets of her jeans, practically undressing Regina with her eyes. The Queen raised a silent toast to her White Knight, grinning widely as the blonde gave a discreet bow of fidelity from across the boisterous room.
With the electric sensation tingling through her body, Regina excused herself from present company and made her way over to Emma. Without breaking eye contact, each step brought them closer together, the magical surge growing. Without a word Regina slipped her hand into Emma's, intertwining their fingers, creating a near visible spark of magic that coursed aggressively through both women. Their foreheads came together as if to share a single thought: let's get out of here! As their lips met in a soft kiss, lights flickered wildly as they became the center of 'awes' and coos from around the room. Their eyes opened to a string of event photographers scrambling over one another to capture the tender moment, flashes urgently firing, as the couple seemingly floated out of the event and on to the rest of their magical night.
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