I know I'm way late for this. But I suffered from a mild whiplash in a car crash on monday, my doctor told me to stay away from computers to avoid making me sick. But fuck it, it's Swan Queen Week!

That being said, all my entries will be shorter than usual. They have all be corrected by my awesome beta Chris.

Hugs, and hope you enjoy.

M.

It's not like Emma didn't wish to see her grandfather happy. It's just that she hated when people used him for his wealth. Granted, Leopold White was not a saint, but he didn't deserve a gold-digger. Especially when the said gold-digger was the insufferable Cora Mills.

Cora had recently lost her husband, Henry Mills, leaving her as a fifty year old widow with not very much money. All the money went to his daughter, Regina.

The widow didn't spend much time mourning. Henry Mills hadn't been buried in the ground for longer than six months and Cora was already planning a wedding with Leopold.

"Do I really have to go?" Emma moaned while she dragged her feet and followed her mother, Mary Margaret, into her walk-in closet.

"We've been through this, Emma," her mother replied, "Your grandfather is getting married."

"It's weird as fu - it's weird, " Emma corrected herself, "Cora is as old as you! Her daughter is my age."

"And who am I to judge the strange ways of love?"

Emma scoffed. "Love," she mimicked her mother, "The only thing Cora loves is Pop's wallet."

"That's enough," her mother thrusted a dress into Emma's hands, "You will go to the wedding and you will behave. Your father and I raised you to be a polite, well-behaved woman, not this snarky version of yourself."

"You mean a hypocrite."

"Emma…" her mother said in a warning tone. And it was enough for Emma to huff and put on the dress she had in her hands.

The wedding ceremony was short and boring. Cora had insisted on not involving the Church, for which Emma had been grateful, at first. That went away when she saw that Judge Hopper was called to officialize the wedding. The redheaded judge was so dull that Emma almost wished Reverend Gold had been there.

After Cora had officially become her grandmother, Emma stood up and walked towards the bathroom without congratulating her grandfather. She'll have time for that bullshit later - like, every upcoming holiday for the rest of her grandfather's life.

She entered the bathroom and, after closing the door, she leaned against it. "There's not enough alcohol to get me through the day," she let out while rubbing her eyes.

It was then when she heard a chuckle and realized that she was not alone in the restroom.

"It's good to see I'm not the only one who reluctantly came to this wedding."

Emma opened her eyes to see a beautiful woman standing in front of the mirror, fixing her lipstick. Her skin was smooth and sun-kissed and her legs seemed to go forever. Her hair, brown as chocolate, was up in a beautiful hairdo. But it was not until she turned around and their eyes met that Emma knew she was completely in love with the other woman.

"Um - who are you?" Emma asked and pushed herself off the door.

"Is it really necessary?" the brunette answered with a feral grin. "Because the way I see it, the only important thing is that you're bored, I'm bored, and we are in the restroom. Alone."

She didn't have to spell it out for Emma. The blonde launched her body towards the brunette without thinking twice about it, and her lips found their target with no problem, as if they were magnetized to the other woman's lips.

The brunette melted into the kiss, snaking her arms around Emma's neck. Emma, in turn, slid her arms under the brunette's butt-cheeks and lifted her up. She carried the brunette towards the sink, where she placed her gently.

"Fuck," the brunette moaned when Emma started sucking the sensitive spot on her neck. And somehow, Emma inherently knew that the brunette never used crude words like that, and it was a huge turn on. "Don't stop."

"I wasn't planning on stopping," Emma muttered against the brunette's skin.

And, she didn't stop touching, kissing, licking, and worshiping the body in front of her. Neither did the other woman. They took turns pleasuring each other, and one time, they did it together. It was not until they had both reached amazing climaxes, not twice but three times, that they decided to return to the party.

"Do we really need to go back?" Emma whined.

"I'm afraid we do, dear," the brunette fixed one of Emma's loose strands behind one of the blonde's ears, "People might notice we're missing."

After fixing their hairdos and make-up the best they could under the circumstances, they walked out of the bathroom. They returned to the party together but looking around, in case someone spotted them. It was not until they reached the buffet table that someone called her name.

"Oh, Emma, there you are!" her grandfather beamed at her, "And, I see you've already met your new aunt, Regina."

Emma froze in that spot, all the muscles of her body tensing up. Beside her, she heard Regina choke with the appetizers she had just picked up.

"Leopold, please. I'm too young to be Emma's aunt."

"Nonsense," Leopold laughed, but it was Cora who talked, "Besides, from what I hear, Emma could use a good influence in her life."

Emma closed her palms into fists, because, of course, her grandfather had talked about her troubled teenager years to his new wife. And, of course, Regina was the bad girl who never got caught.

"I bet she will be a great influence, grandma." Emma replied, knowing how much the moniker would annoy the bride. Then, she turned to Regina. "It was nice meeting you, Auntie," she added before walking away.

Regina could be the most beautiful woman on earth and an excellent fuck, but Emma's life was far better off without the I'm-a-bicurious girl drama.