Summary: inspired by a SDCC 2014 manip of Jen and Lana and a motorcycle. Emma and Regina are walking through a motorcycle show when Regina has a suggestion. Established SQ. Story is excuse for sexy times.
Emma and Regina walked through the city auditorium where the floor had been cleared and a number of dealers and vendors had put out motorcycles in a variety of makes and models for sale. Along the wall were vendors of various accessories. The auditorium was crowded and noisy, but pleasantly so. Emma inhaled the smell of leather and machine oil.
Her eyes gleamed as she took it all in, feeling a bit like a kid in a candy store. "It was a fantastic idea to open Storybrooke to the Bikers convention, Regina."
"It's good for business, Emma. People come, they stay awhile, they spend money."
"That's Gold talking, not you. Why bikes? You're certainly not thinking of letting Henry have one." Emma stopped and narrowed her gaze at Regina. "Right?"
"Of course not. He's far too young for such machines."
"Yeah, good." Emma nodded and kept walking.
She paused to stroke the grips and seat of a particularly snappy looking machine.
"You know, I almost traded in my Bug for a bike down in Tallahassee."
"Why didn't you, dear?"
Emma gave her a sheepish shrug. "Kinda hard to trade in a car you don't own. But yeah, motorcycles… classic chick magnets."
"I had no idea," Regina blithely replied. Emma looked at her askance.
Regina moved her hand from behind her back. She stroked over the back of Emma's hand on the bike grip, loosening the fingers and the pressing a small ring of keys into the woman's palm.
Emma looked down at the keys then back up to Regina's eyes.
"Why don't you show me the attraction?" Her other hand brushed Emma's rear before falling atop Emma's hand on the seat leather. She murmured against Emma's ear, "Take me for a ride."