The room was almost silent, only buzzing with hushed conversation. The lighting was dim, just enough to achieve a smoky appeal and to create dancing shadows. Everyone was dressed to the nines, looking for something, someone to fill the night. As the expensive alcohol was served left and right, people's conversation got deeper. Name, places of origin and preferences were asked to fill the gap to the eventual question of getting out of the room. Some of the prospects get there, some don't. For Regina Mills, the night was still starting and she can't wait to end it with a warm body beside her, breathless and satisfied.

She was a vision in her tight fitting black dress, perfect make up and sky high heels. A lot has tried to start up conversation but somehow she just can't seem to find someone that intrigued her enough. What she was looking for was somehow specific. She knew what she liked and would not settle for anything less than anyone who fit her criteria. Blonde, tight body, funny and interesting. And female. People are usually shocked when they come to know that she favored the fairer sex, commenting that she was too beautiful to be gay. Those men were immediately turned away, with a drink thrown to their face if she was feeling adventurous. It was insulting but somehow entertaining to watch them walk away knowing that they couldn't get the most beautiful woman in the room.

Regina was confident with her looks and knew that she was the most desired in the room. That is until she entered. The double doors opened with a swoosh of air. When the outside noise filtered in for a moment, Regina looked back and saw the woman. Red dress and equipped with a delicious smirk, she waltzed on in the room like she owned it. Every man and woman in the room tracked their eyes on the creature that was walking up to the bar. She sat a couple seats from her and ordered beer. Bold choice, Regina thought. It was refreshing to see someone who orders such a pedestrian drink of choice in such an upscale place. The bartender serves her however, just as magnetized like everyone else.

Regina made a manicured finger circle the rim of her glass flute before she took a sip. The white wine was good and she moaned just enough to appreciate the taste and to get the woman's attention. When blonde waves bounced into her direction, she knew she's won for the night. The woman stood up from her seat and sat right next to Regina, not looking at her at first but eventually speaking. 'Good wine?'

Regina hummed. 'The best.' She glanced at the tall pint glass. 'Interesting choice.'

'I like beer and I'm not pretentious.' The woman shrugged.

'Are you saying that I am?'

'No. It's obvious that you like what you're drinking, thus the shameless moan.'

Regina chuckled darkly. 'It got you to seat next to me, right? Shameless or not, it's effective.'

The blonde turned and lend out a hand. 'Emma. Emma Swan.'

'Regina Mills.'

Their hands lingered longer than necessary as they stared deep into each others eyes. Emma's eyes drifted down for a second to Regina's cleavage and the brunette only smiled. The expensive bra just earned it's worth.

'So, what's a gorgeous woman doing here alone, Regina? Is your husband in the bathroom?'

'You know well enough that I'm not with some dowdy man. I wouldn't be tied down with a husband.'

'Good for you.' Emma took a big gulp, which entertained Regina. 'You look too good to be an accessory to a walking suit.'

'Funny, what I've heard all night from men is that I'm too beautiful to be gay. Idiots.'

Emma smiled brightly, crinkling her eyes as she went. 'Lucky me.'

Regina eyes widened although she expected it. 'Are you as well? Lucky indeed.'

They sent each other flirtatious glances before they went back to their drinks. Regina finished hers, drinking the last gulp and it cued a man to walk over to her. He leaned back on the counter and bared his expensive watch, baiting the woman with his wealth.

'Can I buy you a drink?' He said smoothly. Before Regina can even answer he already gestured to the bartender to refill the glass.

The drink was pushed to her but Regina ignored it, sparing a glance at the cocky man who was now leering at her body. 'I can buy my own drink. Now, if you'll excuse us, we were having a conversation.'

The man wasn't deterred. 'Fiesty. I like it. I'm sure your friend can spare you for a few minutes.'

Emma scoffed and the comment didn't go well with Regina either. 'Not interested.' She said curtly.

'Is this the thing you women do when you want us to come after you?' The man joked. 'C'mon, let's go to my table or my room if you wanna skip the awkward talk and just get down to it.'

Finally, Emma stepped in. 'Hey dipshit, leave. Before I call security.'

This also made the bartender chime in, sensing the tension brewing. He pressed a button near the bar and two muscled men appeared on either side of the room. The guy got the hint and lifted his hands in surrender before departing.

'Free drinks, on the house.' The bartender handed them two new glasses. 'If you'd prefer, you can use our VIP lounge for the rest of the night.'

Emma looked warily at Regina. 'Do you want to?' She didn't want to push obviously and wanted to respect whatever her choice is. Her brightest smile was once again on display however when Regina nodded. Emma stepped off her stool and held her hand out for Regina to take.

Regina took it with gratitude and they both we escorted off to the lounge. It was in a secluded area, covered partially by thick velvet curtains. Compared to the whole place, this section looked a little tawdry. There wasn't any pretension and it was a refreshing pace from the uptight atmosphere. A waitress lead them to a modern black couch with an accompanying table in the middle. They both sat down and the drinks were served.

'If you need a refill, just press the button underneath the table and I'll come back with a fresh batch. Enjoy.'

Once let alone, Emma turned to Regina and read the emotion on her face. 'Are you okay? I'm sorry that guy was such a dick.'

'I've come to expect that from guys from bars, honestly.' Regina took her drink and placed it on her lap. 'Thank you for speaking up. From the look on your face, I'm pretty sure you were gonna beat him up if the bartender hadn't intervened.'

'Oh I would, I definitely would.'

Regina hummed. 'What do you do for a living, Emma?'

'Right now you're probably expecting, physical trainer or a bouncer but.. I'm...' The blonde looked away for a bit, seeming a bit unsure whether she should tell her occupation or not. The wheels turned a little further and she's sighed before she turned back to Regina. 'I'm.. I'm..'

'If you're not comfortable, Emma, you don't have to tell me.' She said understandingly.

'I'm not ashamed. It's just, it doesn't really get a good reception when I tell people. I'm an escort.'

Regina's mouth slightly dropped at her revelation. She tried to not let her disappointment show but from the way Emma's face dropped, it was obvious that she failed. 'I'm not judging, Emma. I'm just now not sure if you approached me because you liked me or because you were looking for a payday.'

The statement was hurtful but has come to Emma expected this. She even expected Regina to give up with her all together. 'I'm not working today, Regina. I approached you because I wanted to. Because you're stunning.' Emma inched closer, testing the waters and checked Regina's reaction. She knew it was positive when Regina mirrored her action.

'Well, you are as well, dear. You must know that by the way everyone stopped to look at you when you came in.'

'I get that a lot.' Emma shrugged. A little cockiness is a good thing. 'Do you have any more questions for me about my job?' Regina looked thoughtful but Emma already knew what she wanted to ask. 'No sex, I just provide company. The farthest a client has ever gotten is a hug.. I also work exclusively for gay women.'

'Gay women? I don't know many that would require such services.'

'There are.. Just last night I accompanied a New York City Judge, she was really nice.' Emma changed gears. 'How about you? What do you do?'

'I'm a college professor.'

The words shot a strong wave of pleasure to Emma's core that she whimpered. She's always had a thing for teachers. Images of the woman in front of her in glasses and high heels quickly filled her mind. 'Fuck, you're a professor? That's so hot.'

Regina was enthralled with the reaction. 'Is it now?'

'It so is. If I was in your class, I would have a hard time passing.' Emma leaned in and whispered. 'I'd just imagine you naked all the time.' Emboldened, she licked Regina's earringed ear lobe before biting down.

Regina pulled back, arousal evident on her darkened pupils. She licked her lips as well when she checked the blonde's face. 'You have a thing for teachers, don't you?'

Emma nodded. 'I wonder what your students will think when they see you in this dress.'

Regina threw her head back in silent laughter. 'They probably wouldn't pass the class either. I don't usually dress like this but I figured, I'm in New York for the night, I might as well enjoy it.'

'Well, on behalf of the entire population, thank you.' Emma made her eyes play with the vision in front of her. The peep hole on the chest area provided her a good view of her cleavage and the blonde salivated. When she looked back up, a perfect eyebrow was raised at her. 'I'm sorry but can you really blame me?'

Regina put her drink back down on the table, sensing no need for it anymore. She then turned herself more to the blonde. 'I could say the same, Emma.' The red dress was practically painted on. Emma was almost busting out of the semi sweetheart neckline and the mid length dress gave her a good view of her amazing legs. Regina took in what was in front of her unabashedly and even let her fingers trace circles on the exposed gams.

The tiny moan that Emma made reverberated in the room and filled Regina's ear. She stopped what she was doing for a second, afraid of how fast they were going. Emma pouted at the loss of feeling and grabbed her hand back to it's former position. 'It felt nice, Regina.'

'I could tell.' They both chuckled slightly before Regina opened up another topic of conversation. 'Are you originally from New York, dear?'

'No. I'm from a small town. You've probably never heard of it. I moved to the big city to fulfill my dreams of being an architect. I forgot to tell you I'm a student, I kind of like getting the part that I'm an escort out quickly before the night develops. It pays the bills.'

Regina blushed slightly. 'A student, huh?'

They had very little distance between them as it is but Emma leaned even further, her shallow breathes exploding on the brunette's face. 'Do you find that naughty? That I'm a student?' Her hand connected with Regina's tapered waist and pulled her in. 'Am I fulfilling one of your fantasies, Miss Mills?'

The name brought out a hot gasp from Regina. She did her own reach to Emma's shoulder and daintily placed her hand. They looked at each other, molten browns and deep green meeting in a heated exchange. Regina lifted her hand a bit so she can caress the supple neck and used a finger to trace the sharp jaw before she threaded her perfectly manicured hands to the silky blonde locks.

Emma kissed the adorable nose lightly before she grinned. 'I've always wanted to have sex with a professor...'

'You're bad...' Regina countered.

'On the contrary...' Emma whispered near Regina's ear. 'I'm very good. I'm good with my hands, good with my mouth, good with my...' She whipped out her tongue and traced the shell of the brunette's ear. '...tongue.' The sharp inhale encouraged Emma to continue, starting with her ear softly, then the ear lobe. When she reached the soft skin on the jaw, Regina groaned.

'Fuck...' Making more room to move, Regina tilted her head up. Emma's mouth worked from kissing to sucking, nipping and biting when she reached the neck officially. She felt the flat of the blonde's tongue lick a good portion before Emma sunk her mouth down. 'Emma! God...'

Emma was feeling more daring and slid her arms in front of Regina. She wanted to touch her. It was too fast yes but that's seemingly the pace they've adapted for the night and she was going with it. She slowly slid up her fingers, not missing the quiver Regina's flat stomach made and stopped just as she reached one breast.

'Emma, kiss me.' Regina pleaded. The hunger on her voice made Emma snap her eyes open. She leveled her face with the delicious woman in front of her and the brunette slowly opened her eyes. Passion and lust crackled in the small space that divided them and something had to be done.

A smirk graced the pale features of Emma, a plan clearly hatching in her mind. She took her hand off of Regina's body and grabbed on the back rest of the couch. The heels slid off her feet and she brought one leg up, planting it swiftly beside Regina's outer thigh. The red dress rode up her body but she ignored it. She twisted further and landed on Regina's lap in full straddle position.

The motion surprised Regina, especially when more of the legs was shown to her but quickly accepted it and smiled at her companion. 'I like your style...'

'You haven't seen anything yet, Regina.'

Both hands grabbed Emma's face and she was pulled in, crashing her lips with hers. Emma mimicked her actions, anchoring herself on Regina's flushed cheeks before she kissed back. The kiss was put into motion quickly, Emma taking in the blood red bottom lip. The brunette pulled back the tiniest bit before she dove in again, slanting her head to the right and opening her mouth. There was no need for softness, they were both clearly hungry for each other.

Emma slid her arms around the brunette's neck. She gladly accepted Regina's tongue with hers, massaging each others at once, tasting everything. They both detected the alcohol that they just consumed. Regina was usually not a big fan of the taste of beer but on Emma's tongue, it tasted exceptionally better. Emma was clearly the dominant one in the kiss and for once, Regina didn't mind. She was just happy with how good Emma was. Her kisses were firm, fiery and definitely adventurous. More than once were her lips bitten and her tongue sucked vigorously.

'Fuck...' Emma was panting when they both came up for air. It felt like they made out for hours, lips already red and swollen. 'That was.. fuck, that was good.' She gave a chaste peck before she leaned her forehead against the other woman's.

Out of the haze, Regina was finally able to move her hands, the destination of choice being Emma's firm ass. She's ogled it earlier when they were on their way to the booth and the looks of it definitely didn't do the feeling justice. 'You're not lying.'

The blonde chuckled before their lips met once more. The kiss was quicker than before but just as passionate that Emma couldn't stop the slight movement of her hips. She's definitely drenched the little scrap of fabric that she has under the red number. It was expensive but she didn't care. The feel of Regina's hands and lips against hers was so worth it. When air threatened to zap her lungs, she moved to the neck and feasted. She was still reserved earlier, giving Regina the chance to push her away should she become uncomfortable. But after what they've shared so far, for sure she wouldn't mind. Emma kissed all that she wanted, bit all that she wanted. It was very juvenile to mark partners but with Regina, Emma couldn't help but do so.

'Emma... don't-.. No hickeys...I have to go to work tomorrow.' Regina breathed.

It was too late but Emma still reasoned for it. 'Wear a turtle neck.'

'Emma, I can't-fuckkk' Emma bit down on a certain patch of skin and it made Regina's hips buck, getting a groan from both of them. The red dress was starting to suffocate Emma so she pulled the bottom hem over and up her ass, modesty be damned. Regina's hands were swatted away for it to happen and when the brown eyes zeroed in on the barely there thong, she wanted to position her hands somewhere else.

'You can touch me if you want to.' The blonde took one tanned hand and guided it just below her center.

Regina swiped a finger above the fabric and felt just how ready Emma was. She took that finger back up and popped it into her mouth, licking every drop. As she expected, the blonde was delicious.

'Good?' Emma said innocently. 'Do you want more?'

Regina's answer was only a lip bruising kiss. They kept touching each other's bodies until they heard someone clearing her throat. At first, Emma just groaned, thinking that that will send the intruder away but another was heard and Emma stopped. She looked back and saw the waitress from earlier, carrying a tray with drinks and looking a little flushed.

'Shit!' Emma hastily pulled her dress down and hopped off from Regina. 'Sorry-sorry... I couldn't keep my hands off of her.'

The waitress only walked to them, looking anywhere but their already sweat covered skin. 'Not my first time, it's fine.' She laid down the drinks and took away the stale ones.

'Thank you, dear. What's your name?'

'Candice.'

Regina nodded once before quickly pulling out a fifty dollar bill from her purse and handed it to her. She had no plans of coming back but it felt imperative to buy the waitress' silence. 'Another couple will be using this in a while, you guys should rent a room so you can... continue.' The woman took the bill and winked before she walked out.

Emma chuckled. 'I don't have a room here, Regina. Do you?'

'I do.'

'Then fix your self woman and let's get to a fucking bed.'