Author's Note: aye, so I'm new to all of this and I'm not sure if this idea will actually continue growing, but I figured I'd give it a shot. Let me know what y'all think and we'll see!
Title: Meets The Eye
Rating: M
Summary: No one ever thinks a one night stand is usually more than exactly what it sounds like: a one night stand. But in a small town, there is always more than meets the eye. So what happens when an off-chance encounter leads to a one night stand between two people who are intertwined in a web of connections that neither of them know about? Will they overcome their differences or will things turn sour? SwanQueen (G!P)
Meets The Eye: Chapter I
Interior: The Rabbit Hole Bar/Tavern.
Regina glances around the kind of stingy bar as she sits on a barstool, her right hand placed securely on her drink while her left thumb played with the band around her ring finger. She watches all of the patrons drinking and laughing, and she sighs. It wasn't often that Regina came to dark, out of place bars, but after her husband had cancelled their date night due to 'an issue he absolutely had to take care of at work', an excuse she's all too used to hearing, she decided to not let the dress go to waste.
The bar is loud, yet Regina is lost in her thoughts. She looks down at her drink, lifting it to her lips and talking a huge gulp. The alcohol stings her throat on its way down and Regina cringes slightly as she continues watching the people playing billiards.
She pushes the now empty glass across the counter for the bartender to pick up before she goes back to playing with her wedding ring. She looks at it and feels her heart tug. When she got married to Daniel three years ago, she had this big happy life pictured in her mind. By this point, they should have kids, they should be happy, but Regina knew they weren't. Daniel was 'far too busy' for that, and Regina had to let go of that sinking feeling that something else was happening that caused this strain on their relationship.
The bartender hands her another drink, and she gives him a questioning look. She didn't order another beverage, but the bartender just nods knowingly and she thanks him.
"Well, hey there pretty lady." A gruff voice says from beside her. She grabs a hold of her drink and keeps her eyes on it as she flicks them quickly over to a man standing next to her.
"I'm not interested." Regina says sternly, trying her best to not make eye contact with the man. She watches intently on her drink, making sure no funny business happens when the man speaks again.
"Now, come on. Is that any way to treat a gentleman?" The guy asks as he scoots closer to her, the smell of alcohol on his breath. She cringes at it. "What's a pretty young thing like you doing in a place like this?"
"I'm sorry, I wasn't very clear before..." Regina says as she downs her drink and turns to face a very buff looking man. "I'm not interested."
The man grabs her arm as she goes to turn away again. "You didn't answer my question." He says as he roughly yanks on her, causing Regina to let out a small yelp.
She closes her eyes, wishing for it to be over, but the guy forces her to turn around, a smirk on his face.
"Be a good girl, won't you?" He wink as Regina desperately tries to yank her arm away from him.
"I'm pretty sure she said she wasn't interested." Another voice, a female voice, says from behind the man.
The man cackles as he looks at the other woman, a blonde with glasses. She stood about 5'5" and in comparison to him, she was tiny.
"Nobody asked for your opinion, bitch." He growls, letting go of Regina, standing tall and proud above the woman, puffing out his chest to intimidate her.
She turns to the bartender. "August, you'll need to call the police. And maybe an ambulance."
"The ambulance will be needed when I'm done with y-" the man grunts as the woman decks him in the face. He falls to the ground, groaning loudly. "You fucking bitch."
He gets back up and shoves the smaller woman. She just smiles widely before punching him in the gut. The man huddles over, grabbing onto his stomach as he whimpers.
"You were saying?" The blonde says, keeping her fists raised.
"I'll fucking kill you!" The man roars as he lunged at the girl who swiftly dodges him, her leg tripping him. Once he's on the ground, she jumps on top of him and delivers a few blows to his face before he's knocked unconscious. She smiles proudly and stands up, brushing her hands together.
"I hope he won't be anymore trouble to you, ma'am." The blonde says to Regina before going to turn around and leave.
"Wait!" Regina calls out as she hops off of the barstool. The blonde does a complete 180 and looks at the brunette with a questioning look. "Thank you."
"It's no big deal." She shrugs as she shoves her hands in her pocket.
"It is, though. No one's ever stuck up for me like that." Regina smiles as she extends her right hand, keeping her left hand in her coat pocket. "I'm Regina Mills."
"Emma Swan." The blonde says, shaking Regina's hand firmly. Regina's eyes slightly widen when she feels a spark surge through her arm and her body when Emma's skin touches her, and she almost instantly feels guilty that she gave Emma her maiden name.
"I- can I buy you a drink?"
Emma smiles, shrugging her shoulders. "Sure, why not?"
They ended up at Emma's apartment, and Regina has no idea what the fuck she was doing. After a few drinks, she had literally asked the blonde to take her somewhere and Emma complied. The wedding ring had since been slipped off of her finger and lay untouched in her coat pocket that was now on the floor, along with the rest of her clothes as Emma lays on top of her, sucking on her pulse point while roughly thrusting in and out of her.
Needless to say, Regina was being stupid, she knew that. But god, the things the blonde was doing to her was enough for her to cast aside all thoughts of her husband.
Emma was being anything but gentle, if the sounds of the headboard slamming against the wall, Emma's grunts, or the echo of their skin slapping together was any indicator. And it's not like Regina minded at all. All she was ever used to was boring, vanilla sex. That fire in her relationship was long gone, but Emma was something else entirely.
Her hands grip the sheets tightly underneath her as her back arches. Emma's well endowed member mixed with her grunts were turning Regina on tortuously.
"Oh fu-" Regina moans when Emma's cock hits that spot. She breathes heavy, head turning from side to side as she dwells in the pleasure the blonde is giving to her. "God, Emma."
"You feel so good." Emma manages to say as she continues pounding into the brunette beneath her. She rolls her hips with each thrust, feeling Regina's walls start to tighten around her. She knows the brunette is close and she has been holding back forever now.
Emma moves her arm between their bodies, fingers trailing down Regina's stomach until they find her clit. She brushes her finger against the bundle of nerves, a high pitch moan emitting from Regina. Emma can feel an orgasm sweeping through the brunette and her movements slow down as she cums hard into the condom.
Regina's breathing heavily as she comes down from her high and Emma quickly slips out and disposes of the latex barrier before returning. She falls onto the bed, letting out a sigh of content. Regina's chest is still heaving and Emma glances over at her.
"That was, uh... wow." Emma breathes out as they lay on their backs. Emma was still pretty drunk and she had no idea what to do next. It's not like she was used to one night stands or having sex with strangers in the first place, and most of the time, by this point, the other person was dressing and leaving. But Regina stayed in her bed and Emma didn't know what was appropriate after sex activities. Do they cuddle? Is that a thing? She doesn't want to assume that it's a normal thing to do for something that'll probably only happen once.
"You can say that again." Regina replies as she modestly grabs the sheet and covers her body.
"Uhm. Did you need me to like call you a cab or something?" Emma questions and she feels the bed shift. She looks out of her peripheral vision to see Regina staring at her.
"Trying to kick me out?" She chuckles and Emma shakes her head.
"No, not at all. I just, you know, I don't do this sort of thing usually and I uh- you can stay, if you need." Emma stutters out and Regina just scoots closer to her, wrapping her arm around a pale waist.
"Thanks, Emma."
Regina wakes up three hours later and groans loudly. Her head was pounding and she was completely unaware of her surroundings. She feels the bed shift as the body latched onto her moves. She turns her head over and is met with blonde tresses splayed across the pillow and her heart stops.
"Shit." She mutters when the flashbacks of a few hours ago hit her. She instantly regrets what happened and does her best to leave the bed without Emma noticing.
She succeeds and searches the dark room for her clothes, throwing aside what she knows isn't hers as she silently dresses herself. She grabs her jacket off of the ground and throws it over her shoulder as she quietly pushes open the bedroom door, taking one last, long look at Emma was who fast asleep before exiting the room.
Her drive home wasn't helping. In fact, she was dreading the realization that she would be home soon. It was just past 2 in the morning and she knew Daniel would be home shortly after her, seeing as it's usually the time he comes home when "something comes up at works". And she lets the uneasiness settle in her stomach as she thinks of that.
She doesn't know why she's stayed so long when she can assume that her husband has also been unfaithful. Though, he's been "working late" for the past year and her one night of sheer, sexual bliss with Emma was a one time thing. A momentary lapse of judgement.
Regina throws all of those thoughts aside, knowing that regardless of anything Daniel's potentially doing behind her back, she also messed up. And she knows she'll eventually have to tell Daniel, but that was for another day.
She pulls into the garage, instantly noticing that his car wasn't there. As if she expected anything else.
She sulks up to the bedroom and strips down, laying down in the bed as she remembers what had happened a few short hours ago. She curls up and grabs a hold of the blanket, clutching it to her chest as a few tears stream down her face.
Regina spends 30 minutes in silence and regret when she hears the garage door close and footsteps headed towards the room. She can hear Daniel changing before he slides into bed next to her, an arm wrapping around her waist.
"You awake?" He asks.
"Mhmm." Regina sounds, closing her eyes to stop the tears welling up in her eyes.
"Sorry I had to cancel." Daniel says in a completely emotionless voice.
"It's fine." Regina mumbles.
"Okay, then..." Daniel takes a sharp inhale. "Hmm..."
"What?" Regina asks, annoyed, moving uncomfortably in the bed.
"You smell... different, is all." Daniel mentions.
"Uh, yeah..." Regina draws out, opening her eyes and staring blankly into the dark room. "I tried a new perfume."
"Oh." Daniel replies, his breath hot on Regina's back.
"Yeah..."
"I liked the old one better." Daniel mumbles sleepily as he yawns and closes his eyes, falling asleep shortly after.
Regina stays awake and cries. Because she's not too sure why she did what she did, but she can't get it out of her head. She takes a deep breath, wiping away her tear stained cheeks as she slowly tries to sleep.
Emma sits in the parking garage and watches as she walks into the hotel. She's been working since 6am, the time her client's wife usually leaves the house. And she's been tailing the woman ever since.
Being a private investigator wasn't really something Emma ever thought she'd be doing. After spending a year on the police force, however, she decided she needed a change. But catching "bad guys" was her thing, and she used it to her advantage.
She lifts the camera up to her eye and snaps a photo of Marian, the wife of her client, Robin. He had suspected her of cheating on him and hired Emma to find out.
Once she's inside the hotel, Emma quickly follows behind her, but keeps a distance as to not seem suspicious. She stands in the lobby, overhearing the concierge tell her a room number and books it to the staircase. She climbs up the floor, just as the elevator dings and watches as Marian exits and finds a room. She knocks on the door and Emma lifts her camera up, hiding behind a corner.
A man steps out, kissing her on the cheek and Emma takes this moment as a chance to snap another photo.
"I got you, now." Emma smirks as she exits the building.
She pulls her phone out and calls Robin, telling him to meet her at the office in a couple of hours.
As Emma's exiting the hotel, her phone rings again. She checks the caller ID, seeing that it's her ex, Ashley.
"Shit." Emma mutters.
There's only one reason Ashley would be calling her, their daughter.
She accepts the call and places the phone between her ear and her shoulder as she gets in the car. "Hello?"
'Please tell me you're off today.' Ashley says desperately.
"Uh... no, I'm not." Emma starts the car and starts driving towards the office. "Why, what's wrong?"
'Something came up at the hospital and I have to stay late, and Sean's away for work. I need someone to get Ellie from school.'
Emma sighs, checking the clock. It was a little after ten in the morning and her meeting with Robin was at noon. "I can get her."
'Thank you so much, Emma.'
"Of course."
'Did you just want to keep her for the night? I know it's my week, but I may be here for 14 hours.'
"Uh yeah. And then you can keep her an extra day before next week." Emma agrees.
'Works for me. Once again, thank you so much, I really appreciate it.'
"Yeah, it's not big deal." Emma shrugs it off as she pulls up to the office. "I'll see you tomorrow."
'Okay. Bye, Emma. You're a lifesaver.'
"Right." Emma chuckles. "Bye, Ashley."
The Other Side Of Town
Regina watches as all of the students pile into the classroom. She usually didn't have classes on Thursday's, but her colleague and best friend, Belle French, was out with the stomach flu and Regina promised to cover one of her days.
As the students all settle down, Regina takes a few moments to write "Mrs. C" on the white board before turning back to the fourth graders.
"Hi everyone! I'm Mrs. Colter but you can call me Mrs. C. Miss French is our with the flu, so I'll be covering her class today." Regina smiles. "Can anybody tell me what you guys were working on?"
The hand of a small student raises up, and Regina looks at her. She was small, and had blonde hair and piercing green eyes. Regina noticed two arm crutches next to the girl's desk, and her heart broke when she realized that this young child was handicapped.
"Yes..." Regina starts out, looking at the seating chart, "Ellie Boyd?"
"We were gon' share our, uhm, our family projects today." The little girl stumbles over her words. The class snickers, but Regina thinks nothing of it.
"Excellent!" She exclaims. "Do you want to go first?"
Ellie nods and slips each arm into a crutch before grabbing her project and making her way up to the front. She asks Regina to hold her drawing up for the class to see, and Regina looks at it, admiring what she saw. It was a drawing of two blonde women holding hands with Ellie as she stood in the middle.
"Uhm, this is my family. This is my mommy, Ashley-" Ellie points to the blonde figure on the left. Her hand then moves to the right, "and this is my other mommy, Emma. They both, uh, made me even though they broked up."
"That's so sweet." Regina says, even though she's wondering how both of her moms had created her, but she just assumed it was through IVF or artificial insemination. Ellie was probably too young to understand that. Regina sets the drawing down and claps, but her smile falls when she realizes the other kids are laughing at the small blonde.
"Yeah, that's why you're a freak!" One boy exclaims.
Another boy looks at him and snickers. "Yeah, two moms? No wonder you can't walk right!"
"That's impossible!" Another kid yells out. "You can't have two moms!"
"I bet they broke up because she was born deformed!" A fourth kid jabs.
Regina's heart breaks as she looks down at Ellie who is doing her best to hold in her tears.
"That is enough!" Regina calls out in a stern voice. "I will not tolerate mean jokes about someone's disabilities or family life."
The kids shut their mouths and the room grows silent quickly.
Regina kneels down next to Ellie. "I bet both of your moms are wonderful and love you very much." She tries her best to comfort the broken child.
"They- do." Ellie manages to get out between sobs.
"It's okay, sweetheart. Don't let these mean kids get to you, I bet you're wonderful." Regina smiles, patting Ellie on the back before glaring at the kids who were being mean to her. "As for you four, I'd like to see you before recess."
12:00; Emma's Office
Emma sits in her tiny office that she had rented out in a building home to mostly knew it wasn't ideal, but as a PI, she didn't want people turning up at her house, was more of a safety precaution.
She glances at the clock, noticing that Robin was late and had to wrap this meeting up quickly because she still had loads of work to do for other clients, and on top of that, she had to call it an early day due to her daughter.
She grows impatient as she stares at the images on her desk, the ones of Marian Hood cheating on her husband. She picks up her phone to call Robin, when the door flies open and he comes running in.
"I'm so sorry I'm late. There was an accident and traffic was jammed." He says in a thick British accent."What have you got?"
"Your proof." Emma smiles smugly, even though she knew he'd be heartbroken at the truth. "You were right."
"I knew it!" He exclaims."Let me see the photos."
"Ah-ah-ah." Emma shakes her head."The payment, first. I don't play around."
Robin nods as he grabs a wad of cash from his jacket pocket."Here it $5,000 worth.I hope you're worth this much."
"I can assure you, I am, sir." Emma reaches over and takes the money. "Now, let me show you what I found."
Emma grabs the stacks of photographs and hands them to Robin. He sifts through them, his face distorting and growing angrier by the second.
"That dirty fucking bastard!" He curses under his breath. "He's the one screwing around with my wife!?"
"Uhh...?" Emma questions, not sure who the other man was.
"My supposed best friend, it's him!" Robin shows Emma the photograph. "I thought we were friends!"
"I'm sorry?" Emma tries her best to people didn't stick around and talk about their significant other's infidelities, so she's not entirely sure what to say or do.
"I'm gonna make him pay." Robin says through gritted teeth."How much would you charge for that?"
"I don't follow...?"
"Daniel Colter. He has a wife. That dirty low life piece of shit is also cheating on his wife. How much would you charge me to send these to her?" Robin asks honestly.
"I've never had to do that before." Emma replies.
"I'll give you another thousand to send these to her." Robin offers and Emma's eyes nearly bulge out of her skull. Was he kidding? A thousand dollars to send some photos to some poor wife? There was no way she could pass that up.
"You've got a deal." Emma says, handing him a photo envelope. "I just need you to give me her address."
Robin nods, passing Emma and extra thousand dollars. He grabs a pen and writes on the envelope:
Mrs. R Colter. 318 Mifflin Lane
Storybrooke Elementary School; 15:00
The school bell rings to signal the end of the day and all of the young students start flooding out of classrooms. Emma watches as her daughter comes out last, something she's used to since Ellie waits for everyone to leave so she can exit the classroom safely without being knocked over. But today is different. Ellie is last, but there's something else about her: a sulking demeanor.
"Hey sweetie, what's wrong?" Emma asks as she moves through a small crowd of kids to reach her daughter. Emma kneels down on the ground and wraps Ellie up in her arms as she weeps. "Ellie? What happened?"
"I shared my-my project to-day." Ellie sobs. "And the kids ma-made fun of me for-for being different."
"Different how?" Emma questions, rubbing her daughter's back in an attempt to soothe her crying.
Ellie sniffles and looks up at her mom. "Cuz I have two mommies and my legs are-are deformed they said."
Emma can feel the rage settle inside, and it's not often that she feels this way, especially towards children. But when her own daughter gets bullied, she instantly snaps into momma bear formation. "You're perfect, Ellie. You know that, right? All of the other kids are just jealous."
"You think so, mommy?"
"I know so." Emma smiles, getting up off the ground. "But I'll be back. I'm gonna go talk to your teacher. Can you wait here for a few minutes?"
Ellie nods and Emma leans down and kisses her on the head before turning to the door. She mouths 'be right back' to Ellie as she heads into the classroom.
"Miss French, we need to talk about Ell-" Emma starts but is cut off when she looks at the whiteboard and sees 'Mrs. C' in the corner and a dark haired brunette erasing lessons off of the board. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize Miss French had a sub today."
"It's quite alright, dear." Regina says, turning around to face the one person she never thought she'd run into again. "Oh shit."
Emma's eyes widen as do Regina's and they stand there staring at each other for what feels like hours. Emma is at a loss for words. She glances one more up to the whiteboard, noticing the name in the corner. And not only noticing that her last name wasn't Mills at all, but there was something that she left out the previous night: she was married.
Regina's perplexed as well. There would only be one reason why Emma would be here and that's if she had a kid, which she failed to mention to Regina. Not that Regina really could say much in the situation they were facing. What she choose to omit from the truth was far worse.
And both sat there in silence until the reality hit them; and they both couldn't hold the questions on the tips of their tongues in anymore; saying at the same time:
"You have a child!?"
"You're married!?"