I don't own anything even though I wish I did.

A/N: So this is my first story over here and I hope you like it and I do SwanQueen justice. Please tell me what you think after your read.


Emma hopped out of her faded yellow Volkswagen bug at the abandoned stop light, all of the cars having gone around her. Damn car, she thought to herself as she kicked the dangling muffler, making it rattle loudly on the cement of the street. She was going to have to buy a new car, that was for sure. She sighed loudly as she pulled out her phone to call her number 2 speed dial: Mikey's Big Tow For Low.


The bell above the door at the used car sales shop jingled a happy jingle, much happier than Emma was feeling. Emma scowled at the ground having already picked the car she wanted, she just wanted to get everything out of the way so she could be on her way.

"Can I help you?"

Emma looked the red streaked brunette up and down as she mockingly said, "Why, yes I was just wondering if this was the right place to buy a car?"

The red streaked girl rolled her neck while letting out a humorless laugh at Emma before remembering that she needed this job. "Well, you might be. What did you have in mind?"

Emma noticed the girl trying to keep her anger in from being mocked at so she took a deep breath and started again. "I'm sorry. It's not been a good day, car broke down for it's final time today and I have a job up state that I have to be to by tomorrow night. I did not mean for the bitch vibe I just gave off. Honestly, I'm not the bad."

Ruby understood days like this and just gave the girl a sideways nod indicating that she was forgiven for the time being and repeated her question without the underlying wrath. "What did you have in mind? Ruby, by the way."

"Emma. The black Mercedes way in the back maybe. It seems easy on gas mileage so it sounds good. Plus it's an older make and I like vintage." She chuckled before she went on with the thought that had just popped into her head. "My dad wasn't ever very good at jokes, but he knew my tastes so he used to call me 'Vintage Emma'." Emma rambled all while crossing her arms and looking out of the window to the car she spoke of not even hearing when another person entered the room. Until they chuckled along with her.

"I also enjoy a good vintage which is why that car is mine."

Emma turned around to begin a fight with another customer, surely, until she saw the other person. The woman seemed to have a sky high vibe but she couldn't have been any more than 5'3". She had deep brown shoulder length hair that Emma had to fight herself on the need to run her hands through until it wasn't perfectly coiffed any longer. The woman's eyes seemed to bore a hole into Emma almost imploring her to come closer which she did just to see that they had gold, and oak colored starbursts running through the irises. Her body looked amazing in the 3 piece pantsuit that followed every curve to it's extent if not a little on the tight side, but, boy, was the pull in all of the right places. Like how the vest was pulled completely taught across the woman's ample bosom and the thighs of the vaguely pinstriped pants showed just how little the woman's hips could lie in them. The buttons made Emma's eyes water at how they revealed enough to tease and implore someone to touch, but not enough for the woman to look cheap or to not to be taken seriously. The woman was a goddess if there ever was one. And she seemed important which is why Emma didn't argue, if that woman wanted the car then the car is what she'd have.

"Regina Mills. You are?" The goddess was speaking again but Emma was only able to watch the way the scar above the woman's mouth moved with words as if she was learning a new language.

"Em-" She started again when the squeak had left her voice through the coughs she forced to try to cover her rising blush. "Emma Swan."

Regina smirked and held he hand out to Ruby who scurried over to the rack full of assigned keys and picked the obviously personalized key and rushed to put it in Regina's hand. "As I was saying, the Mercedes is mine, but I wouldn't mind if you took her for a drive. I would, of course, have to supervise." At that point Regina didn't even know what she was saying. She had never let anyone drive her car before with or without supervision.

Emma raised her brows at the offer and the way the woman held the keys out to her with seemingly gentle hands. Hands that that looked as if they would put the softness of a could to shame. "I'm okay. How about the little Nissan? It's only me and I don't need much room just enough to pack a couple of bags and be on my way. Work ya know?"

Regina nodded and put the keys in her blazer pocket making Emma's eyes follow her movements. She had seen the way the young woman's eyes roved over her body and it felt good for that to happen when someone wasn't sizing her up, but instead 'checking her out'. "Very well. I don't think that car is right for you though..."

"Well if you have any ideas I'm open to them." Emma flung her arms out helplessly not too mad about the time that she was quickly running out of if it meant talking to Regina longer. Regina flicked her wrist and Ruby went off again to an unmarked door and practically ran through it trying to get away. "New kid?"

"No, not new," was all Regina said, ignoring Emma's questioning eyes, before she lead the woman outside and around the back where Emma saw exactly what she wanted, and was surprised when Regina spoke first. "I was thinking this. Now, I know it's this god awful yellow and it's not the newest model, but, as we've learned, you don't mind age. Plus, I know you have to be a 16 year old girl to really want a car like this, but alas, it fits your needs."

It was a bright yellow Volkswagen bug, 2009 model, and Emma was in love before she heard Regina call the color 'god awful' "Hey now! I like the yellow a lot actually! Also, I am 30 years old and I happen to love this car!" Emma cleared her throat and straightened her jacket. "How much?"

Regina smirked at the girl's defense and eagerness before she rattled off the price and lead the woman back inside to sign the papers. She was never one for love at first sight but she was definitively in like. In like at first sight. She kept her internal fight to herself even as she walked Emma out to her new car and opened the door for her and handed her her new keys as they brushed past each other on her way into the front seat. "I do hope you enjoy and I hope whatever work calls you goes well."

Emma smiled brightly at Regina, hoping the woman couldn't tell just how much she wanted her to eat her whole. Figuratively of course. "Thank you, not just for the car, but calming me down too. And for Camille." Emma rubbed the steering wheel affectionately as she spoke the given name.

Regina just pointed at the car in question and nodded to herself when Emma chuckled with a light blush. "Ah, the old naming a car thing?" Emma nodded silently and Regina was beginning to think that the woman couldn't get anymore beautiful the way her eyelashes flutter over dazzling green eyes. She shook herself of it anyway and continued. "Well, Miss Swan I must be off."

"Me too, Miss Mills." Emma smirked when even Regina's olive toned skin glowed pink at the tips of her cheeks bones.

As Regina watched the car pull off of the lot she couldn't help but smile humouressly at the way that woman had come in and inturrupted her daily obligations and needs yet she still wanted to see her again.

"Well, shit. Regina, you like her." She spoke to herself quietly as she ran her hands down her sides until they reached pockets and they buried themselves there, hoping to stop the fidgeting. She hadn't felt this way in quite some time, but it was something that's for sure. She was feeling something.


A/N: Tell me what you think. Should I continue this or no? Favourite and Follow please? I hope you enjoyed the first chapter.