Hey everybody.
This is my first AU story, I'm still learning a lot of this 'universe', be gentle with me.
I'd like to dedicate this story to the Kardaiulina squad. I would've never written this without them. Love you so much girls!
I don't force anybody to read my story. If you don't like my ideas, my writing, my wording or the decisions I'm gonna make, please, just forget about it. Don't criticize or offend me, writing is just a hobby. Thank you!
'Thank you for the amazing night, ladies!' Regina says louder than she can ever realize. She leans against the open door of the cab, looking at her closest friends.
Emma, Mary Margaret and Isabelle are sitting on the back of the cab, smiling at her. Isabelle, called Belle by her friends, is probably the sober one of that group. She's not a big fan of alcohol since the night she puked her guts after a party at Emma's house. Belle drunk four shots of smooth vodka, one after the other, even if she didn't have dinner. Emma, on the other side, is more like a party girl. A beautiful blond woman in her early thirties, with no need to have a man to tell her how to run her own life, especially after what Walsh did to her. He tore her heart apart, by breaking the engagement only two months before the wedding. Since that day forward Emma's favorite line was 'After all, tomorrow is another day' by the movie Gone with the wind. Mary Margaret is the sweetest of their group. The friend you can always count on, at any hour of the day. She dedicated her whole life to studying and, after some ups and downs, she got a job as teacher in a prestigious primary school of New York. Unfortunately, Mary Margaret hasn't found her other half yet. She thought she found a good suitor in Victor Whale, but she changed her mind when she realized his crazy life could've never matched hers. Find her true love is clearly not on the top of her to-do list. Not now, at least.
And then, there's Regina. The birthday girl, the reason why they are celebrating. A stunning and powerful woman. A perfectly sculpted body, black hair and magnetic brown eyes. Editor-in-chief of Storybrooke Magazine, one for the most popular gossip magazine of New York. Fairytale weddings, exclusive of the most cool events in town, face-to-face interviews with famous people of the show business, and much more. Despite her fame, Regina is still the same small-town girl. The little girl who fell asleep every night dreaming of living in a beautiful house with a white picket fence, having many children with an handsome man who loves her more than anything. But destiny had different plans for her. She fell in love during her Senior Year with Daniel, one of her closest friends. The kind of love that changes every teenager's life. The puzzle of her life was slowly creating itself, she graduated with honor from Columbia University, she found a job as reporter for Storybrooke Magazine and she was crazy in love with Daniel. Few years later, Regina was pregnant of their first child, Henry. A beautiful and smart little boy. At the beginning it was hard for her to match her private life with her job, but Daniel spontaneously took a step back in his career to take care of little Henry as Regina was becoming more important in the publishing world. Years spent by, and everything was perfect in Regina's life, until one day Daniel filed for divorce. She was just one step away from becoming the new editor-in-chief of the magazine but her private life was falling apart right in front of her eyes. There was nothing she could to prevent Daniel from walking away, but she honestly understood his reasons. She was too much obsessed with her career that family came second. Regina hated herself for that, especially for the little Henry, he was only 4 when they divorced. Daniel and Regina remained on good terms because, after all, they still loved each other but unfortunately their lives weren't meant to be lived together.
'We should do this more often!' Regina says loudly again. 'Goodnight. Love y'all!'
The girls wish her good night in sync, before she closes the door. The yellow cab disappears around the corner when Regina is still waving.
Okay. It's time to go.
Regina turns and starts walking toward the main entrance of the building. She lives with Henry in the attic, in a beautiful and modern apartment. She takes a deep breath opening the glass door in front of her.
'Good night, Miss Mills.'
After she divorced from Daniel, she decided to use her maiden name.
'Good night, Killian.' Regina greets the concierge, trying to sound sober as best as she can. 'What a great sky over New York tonight, isn't it?'
'Yes, ma'am. Wonderful.' He replies politely. 'Would you like some help to get to your apartment?'
'What? No, I'm perfectly fine!' She sounds rude, which is exactly the last thing she wanted. Killian is a good man, who helped her many times. 'But thank you, Killian.' Regina walks away, avoiding any chance to do or say something she would regret the next morning. She reaches the elevator in the amazingly decorated hallway. The doors open as soon as she presses the button.
Great!
Walking in, Regina presses the button to reach the highest floor of the building. The 20th. Leaning against the handrail inside the elevator, she closes her eyes. The three margarita and two Manhattan drinks she had start causing a tremendous pain inside her head. She can't wait to lie down on her bed and take a long and peaceful sleep. Henry is staying with Daniel for the weekend, which means Regina has almost two days to recover from what she knows it will be one of her worse hangover ever.
'Wait!'
Regina opens her eyes wide and she notices the door of the elevator are slowing closing. She wonders if that voice was real or alcohol is just making fun of her. She patiently waits, without daring to take a look outside. Right before the doors completely close, a hand appears between them, opening them. A tall and handsome man steps in the elevator, right in front of her. Regina tries to focus the imagine of him, but the only thing she notices is his ocean blue eyes. She stares at him for a moment that feels endless, until he speaks up.
'What floor?' His voice is very deep.
'Hmm.. 20th.' Regina replies, trying to focus on something else than his eyes.
The man presses two buttons: 18th and 20th, then he leans against the handrail next to her. The silence fills up the room as the elevator slowly goes its way up. If Regina wasn't drunk enough, she surely would have said something about his clothing. A man who wears sneakers with a black trench coat is definitely one of the most horrific thing she's ever seen in her life. Fashion is in her DNA and that look is making her sick. Gazing at him, from tip to tail, Regina notices that, despite his lack of style, everything is definitely on point. Slightly taller than her. His beard is long enough to look like a real business man, not like a tramp. She can even tell that underneath that trench coat, his muscles are perfectly sculpted, strong enough to even lift her up.
The elevator stops brusquely, forcing Regina to turn away as the lights go off. Thankfully the emergency lights turn on, but she can barely see due to the redness of the lamps.
'What? No!' Regina takes few steps ahead, reaching the control unit. 'H – hello? Is anybody there?' Regina says loudly to the intercom, pressing the alarm button. 'We're stuck in here!' She repeats herself few more times but in vain. Nobody knows they are in there.
'Ma'am, sorry. D – do you have a cell phone?'
Regina turns fast, getting enough dizzy to barely stands on her feet. The man is closer than she thought. She can smell his fragrance, Acqua di Giò by Giorgio Armani. She would recognize it by miles away.
'I went out for a walk and I left mine in my apartment.'
'I – I..' Regina is slowly losing herself in those blue eyes. 'Of course I do! I don't go anywhere without it.' She says with a domineering tone. Find her cell phone in that small black purse is harder than she thinks. Bloody alcohol. When she eventually grabs it, she takes it off and presses the unlock screen button. Nothing. The screen doesn't turn on. She tries again and again.
'Oh.. let me guess. Your phone is dead.' The man says with a proud grin on his face. She can't help but notice his fascinating English accent.
'Yes. It is.'
'Don't worry. Somebody will come for us.' He takes few steps back, leaning again on the handrail. 'They always do.'
'You already have been in a situation like this then?'
'No, but the security always shows up in the movies.'
'Oh, great.' Regina takes deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. She's pretty high and stuck in an elevator with a stranger man, what else can go wrong?
Regina bought that beautiful pair of black high heels for her birthday, but her feet are in a terrible pain right now. She's used to wear heels every day at work, but it's Friday night and she's extremely exhausted. Holding herself onto the handrail, she lowers and takes them off.
'So..' She says catching his attention. Someone has to break the ice, God knows for how long they will stay there. 'What is an handsome British man like you doing in New York?'
'Running away from London.' He says from the opposite side of the elevator. 'Looking for a job. Start a new life here.' He's now staring right in her eyes. 'And you? What are you celebrating?'
'What makes you think I'm celebrating something?' Her defensive side is now showing up.
'Well, it's very late, you're wearing that beautiful dress and..' He stops pretending to take a break. 'Oh.. you're a bit high.'
'I'm not high. I'm fine!' Regina says thrusting her fingers through her unruly hair. 'But yes, I'm celebrating my birthday. My son is with his father, so I had a night out with some friends and despite what people think, I know how to have fun.'
'Happy birthday, ma'am.'
'Actually it was Wednesday.' She smiles, challenging him. Deep down she knows he's not wrong. She's high, but she'd never admit it, especially not to him.
Regina doesn't know if either she's about to faint or the air in the elevator became increasingly unbreathable. When she turns to the man in front of her, she notices he's sweating. It's hot, way too hot. She takes off the leather black jacket and puts it on the handrail next to her, hoping it will help her somehow. He follows her movements and takes off his trench coat. Regina was right all along, his body is perfectly sculpted. Her glance moves down his body, from his neck down to his lower abdomen. The white long-sleeved shirt is skintight enough to highlight his pectorals and abs, but something else catches her attention. A large bulge is pressing against his black trousers.
Oh my God…
Regina feels very dizzy. Her legs starts trembling uncontrollably. Despite the fact that she's leaning herself onto the handrail, she's slowly falling at the ground.
'Ehi.. ehi..' The man moves fast and grabs her right in time. 'Ma'am, you're not fine. You need to sit down.' He says, firmly holding her hips.
'I'm.. I'm fine..' Regina says lowering her head, inhaling his fragrance. The dizziness slowly goes away but her mind is far gone. That handsome man is standing so close to her that she can feel his warm breath against her skin. 'It's just so hot in here and.. your presence is not helping at all.'
Regina can't believe those words actually came out of her mouth. Alcohol is speaking for her. She would've never dared saying something like that to anybody, especially not to a stranger. After her marriage with Daniel ended, she built a wall around her heart, closing herself. The last thing she wanted was suffer and, most importantly, she never wanted to disappoint her little boy once again. Since that day Henry became the most important thing in her life. And yet, she feels attracted to that British man. She meets beautiful men every day because of her job but nobody is like him.
'Can you stand up?'
'I can do more than that.' Regina moves her hand behind his head and pulls him closer. Their lips meet halfway in a burning kiss. Her whole body is on fire, urging to be satisfied. She keeps her eyes wide open, noticing how shocked he is. When she eventually realizes how wrong it is, she breaks the kiss. 'I.. I'm sorry..' She says trying to catch some air.
'What for?' He bites his lower lip as he staring at hers.
'I should've.. never..' Regina's glace moves up and down, from his ocean blue eyes to his lips. She may be high, but she knows what she wants. And right now she wants him. 'Oh, never mind!'
Apparently he senses her intentions, because he wraps his right arm around her waist pulling her body against his. They stare at each other in silence for an endless moment, until he moves his face closer and kisses her again. This time the kiss is more passionate. He prods her lips with the tip of his tongue, it doesn't take much long for her to opens up to him. She responds to the kiss by exploring his lips and then sweeping her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues are dancing in each other's mouth, as he slowly grabs the rim of her dress and pulling it up. He deepens the kiss and Regina wants more, so much more. Moving his hand between her thighs, he slowly parts her legs.
Regina's hand runs through his hair as she bites his lower lip. She can't control herself anymore, not even if she wanted to. She feels him slides his hand underneath her panties, playing the tip of fingers against her clit. Regina breaks the kiss and moans into the arch of her back, enjoying the amazing pleasure as he slides his middle fingers of one hand deep inside her walls. Regina raises her right leg, giving him more space between her thighs. With his palm facing up toward the ceiling, he motions rhythmically, firmly, beckoning her sweet spot with every stroke. Taking her breath away as a flush of warmth fills her pelvis, she moans loudly. He rubs her flesh and gazes into her feverish eyes as his fingers are running wild inside her. Regina's eyes drift closed as she moans softly. He accepts her sexy little sounds as ones of pleasure, pounding his fingers inside her slower.
'I..' Regina is surprisingly breathless that she can't even speak. Her body instinctively reacts to a new wave of pleasure as he moves his lips on her neck, kissing her skin. The moans became louder feeling his thumb playing on her clit.
Regina decides to act because she knows that nothing would come out of her mouth. Moving her arms between their bodies, she rubs her hand against the large bulge between his legs. He groans in both the agony and ecstasy against her neck. She moves back so that she can unfasten the button and slide the zipper down. His trousers falls at the ground, followed by his boxer pants. Just like that, his semi-erection goes rigid, stroking against her leg. Frissons of pleasure pooled in her belly, filling her entire core and radiating throughout her body like powerful tentacles. 'I..' Regina tries to speak again, firmly grabbing his erection. 'I want you.. inside me.' She shamelessly pulls him closer, forcing him to take his fingers out of her.
The handsome British man raises his head to look at her. Despite the redness of the emergency lights, she falls ever more for his eyes. She could stare at them for an endless moment and never get enough.
'As you wish..' He says breaking the eye contact to look down. He moves both his hands on her arse and takes her in his arms. Regina lets go the grip on his erection to hold herself onto his shoulders. She lowers her head to kiss his sweet lips. Tracing the tip of her tongue against his lips, she demands for entrance and he gladly welcomes her. Regina sweeps her tongue inside his mouth to stroke and sucks his tongue greedily.
He turns around and slowly lies her down on the cold pavement of the elevator, making sure to not hurt her. He's on top of her and instead of breaking the kiss, he deepens it even more. She's running her fingers in his hair with her right hand, feeling his exquisite taste inside her mouth. On his knees, he moves his hands gently down her body and stop right between her thighs. He grabs the edge of her black lace thong and pulls it down her legs, throwing it in the elevator.
Here we go again.
'P – please..' she pants in his mouth, spreading her legs to fully welcome him.
Regina can't help but break the kiss when he slowly slides his hard erection inside her, pressing firmly against every inch as he thrusts. A delighted gasp escapes her lips. 'Oh..'
He starts thrusting faster and faster. An electrifying high spreads from her pelvis and radiates down to her toes. She gasps and moans to the throbbing pulses of tingling sensations with each trust he gives her. He grabs her hips, helping her moving in sync with his movements.
Regina's body gives into the hum, the delicious feeling of a high as he continues to thrust his shaft. Deeper and faster, he rides her until she can no longer move against him. She feels him so deep, slightly too deep to hold him in her walls. She moans from the intoxicating spasms of heat filling her, completely.
Moving his right arm under her back, he raises her. He holds all her weight on his left arm as he pulls her closer. The friction of his cock tantalizes her walls from a new angle.
'Oh.. My.. God..' Regina screams with passion at every thrust, making her cry out. Lifting her feet off the ground, she wraps her legs around his waist to push him even closer. She feels it coming from the very deep within, a climb to that familiar electrical charge. Regina holds her breath, trying to delay the prize in the end. Her walls contract around his cock, sending him quicker into orgasm. She's in heaven as he holds her in his arms, continuing to thrust deeply.
They are one person now and she feels the edge of his orgasm along with her own begins to creep up. She realizes that he wants to send her over first, so he begins to lift his hips to meet hers, adding more pressure and more sensation. She's completely breathless, the orgasm is taking control of every inch of her body. Burying his face in her neck, he slows down the thrust. She feels his cum meeting hers, right inside her.
Both of them can barely catch their breaths. He raises his head to look at her and pulls out making her feel completely empty.
'I.. think..' he takes deep breaths, 'that's enough for tonight.' He gently makes her lie down, putting some distance between them.
'Wait!' Regina says, moving her hands on his face to pull him closer. She kisses him. Their lips meet halfway, tenderly. It's a lingering kiss, soft and gentle.
As they part, he stands up stretching his arm toward her. 'Need some help?'
'Gladly.' Regina says holding his hand as he helps her standing up. 'Thank you.' She whispers just few inches from his ear. He turns to her and smiles, before to lower his back and pulls up his pants and trousers. Regina looks at him, in silence, for a very long moment. She can't believe that she made love in the elevator with a complete stranger, but she doesn't regret it. Alcohol spoke for her at the beginning but, everything that happened, she wanted it. Hell I did. Regina grabs the edge of her dress fixing it, distracting herself from him.
All of a sudden, the emergency lights turn off. 'What the hell..?'
They don't even have the time to think of what's happening that a queer whistle fills up the silence. The elevator starts moving up again as the light turns on. Regina takes few steps away and grabs her shoes from the ground, feeling grateful that soon she'd get out of there. She's honestly not sure she can't keep her hands off that charming British man for too long.
'I..'
'Please, don't..' She says looking at him, grabbing his trench coat from the handrail.
'Don't do what? Say that I told you so?'
'Exactly!' Regina shakes her head, smiling at him.
The elevator stops and for a brief moment Regina's blood freezes in her veins. Not again. She checks the led above the door and notices they stopped at the 18th floor. She breaths out loudly, feeling relieved.
When the doors open, the figure of a security man appears in front of them. 'W – what are you doing here?' He says shocked to see them.
'You sure took your sweet time to get us out of here.' Regina huffs, angrily.
'We didn't know you were there, ma'am. Are you both alright?'
'Yes, we both are. Thank you.' The British man replies before she can even say something.
'I'm truly sorry for the inconvenience.' The guard says walking away.
They are alone, again. He takes few steps ahead, stopping between the doors and turns to her. 'Are you sure you're okay?' He asks looking at her.
'I'm fine. I – I just need to get some sleep.'
He walks out of the elevator, politely smiling at her. 'Ehi, I don't even know your name.'
'That's probably for the best.' She says as the doors close between them.
The ride from the 18th floor and the attic is pretty fast. She grabs her coat from the handrail and walks in the luxury hallway, reaching the door of her apartment. After a long search in her purse, she eventually finds the keys and walks in. Closing the door behind her, she lets her high heels fall at the ground, throwing the jacket on the back of the couch along with her purse. She's glad to finally be at home after such a long day, and laying down on her bed she feels her whole body relaxes on the softness of the mattress.
'Oh my God..' She gasped, bringing her hand on her forehead. 'I really just had sex with probably the most handsome British man I've ever met…' a smile appears spontaneously on her face, as she looks at the ceiling of her bedroom. The image of those oceans blue eyes is printed in her head. '..in the elevator!'
This fic was supposed to be a OS but after I started writing it I changed my mind. I'll be juggling between my three ff as best as I can, I promise.
For now, I really hope you enjoyed this first chapter. Let me know your opinion, by reviewing it.
Daisy