AN: Disclaimer and information in chapter one
I spent all day writing this, Swan Queen shippers, so I hope you enjoy it!
By the way, this chapter is the reason why this story is rated M. So if you don't like detailed scenes, you can feel free to skip this chapter, but you will lose a lot of information and emotions in doing so.
Emma watched Regina walk out of sight before she sneaked into the small alleyway between Granny's and the shop next door, doing a small victory dance that involved punching the air and twirling around. Smiling from ear to ear, the blonde returned to her booth inside Granny's, hardly able to contain her excitement.
"Whoa, you look different." Mary Margaret observed, noticing her roommate's broad smile and her glistening green eyes. "Iiiiiii have a date tomorrow!" She explained in a cheerful voice, digging back into her grilled cheese sandwich. "No!" Mary Margaret gasped in disbelief, her fork, full of food, stopping in midair again. "You mean you forgave her? You did seem very pissed off at her, if you don't mind me saying so." "Yeah, well, I was…" Emma replied thoughtfully, momentary anger flooding back to her. "But I've been trying to score a date with her ever since I moved here, and if I refused, I knew I'd never get the opportunity again, so… And something tells me she might have had a change of attitude about me, I mean, I did save her life." She boasted with a satisfied smile as she chomped on fries and bits of grilled cheese. "Okay," Mary Margaret started, shoving her fork into her mouth at last. "You have got to stop talking with your mouth full." She said even though she was doing the same thing. "What are you talking about; you're doing it, too!" Emma huffed, and moved her whiskey glass to the edge of the table; alcohol was what she drank when she was in a somber disposition, and since the cause of her somber-temperament faded into contentment, she wanted a more cheerful drink. "Ruby!" she flagged the waitress down, smiling. "I'd like a different drink. Cherry Coke, please?" "Sure," Ruby smiled and took away the whiskey, soon bringing back a coke glass filled to the brim with the sweet cola. "Thanks," the Sheriff smiled, taking a sip as the waitress walked away to tend to her other customers. "True," Mary Margaret continued their conversation with a small smirk on her face, "but I do it gracefully." Emma rolled her eyes playfully with a chuckle as she finished her food.
Fifteen minutes later, the two roommates were home again, Emma lazily watching a program on television while the teacher continued to grade tests. Emma's insides tingled at the prospect of having a date with the ice queen that Storybrooke called Madame Mayor, and every time her mind focused on something else, her stomach would do a small flip as she reminded herself I've got a date with Regina tomorrow!
"What are you wearing for your date?" Mary Margaret asked to make idle conversation as Emma flipped through television, trying to find something to calm her nerves about Regina. "No idea," the blonde shrugged, though the sudden realization crept up on her – she would be taking Regina to Storybrooke's finest dining establishment. Dress formal she had told Regina, when in fact she herself had nothing to wear. As if the two roommates dawned on this thought together, their eyes met and they traveled up the stairs to Emma's closet.
"Hmm…" Mary Margaret mused as they sorted through skinny jeans and tank tops, t-shirts and jackets, finding nothing of use. "I could wear this…" Emma said hopefully, pulling out fancy black jeans and an acceptable baggy red blouse. "Oh, god. Emma, no." Mary Margaret shook her head. "You're going on a date with the mayor of Storybrooke and you want to show up in jeans?" "Oh…Right…" Emma mumbled dejectedly, returning the clothes to their rightful place.
"We could look through my closet," Mary Margaret added, trying to shed light on Emma's problem. "Sure," Emma nodded and went downstairs, but knew they wouldn't find anything suitable for the Sheriff to wear. Mostly the schoolteacher wore flowery things, pastel colored dresses and blouses, all of which were far too girly for Emma to wear, and if she wore anything from Mary Margaret's closet, she was sure Regina would laugh at her. After a few minutes of Emma's roommate prodding her to wear some of the nice light dresses she owned, the two stood back in defeat. "There has to be something…" Mary Margaret insisted in determination, digging through her dresses until her hand finally rested upon something that had been shoved way back into the teacher's closet. "I forgot I had this..." she said thoughtfully, shoving aside her other clothing to pull it into view. "I wore this at Annabelle's wedding… I was a bridesmaid." "I am not wearing a bridesmaid dress." Emma insisted, but when her friend pulled the dress out, her jaw dropped. The dress was a red in color, spaghetti strapped, low cut, knee-length dress; very sexy. "You wore this?" Emma asked in surprise, taking the soft material in her hands. It was perfect! Mary Margaret blushed, nodding. "Annabelle is a very high-class woman… Go try it on!" She insisted with a smile, coaxing her to the bathroom.
A minute later, Emma walked out in the dress. It hugged her every curve and showed off her breasts perfectly, plus her blonde curls framing her shoulders happened to be the perfect touch. "I like it." Emma smiled, twirling around in the dress playfully. "You look great," Mary Margaret assured her with a warm smile, and then added "What shoes are you going to wear…?" "I have a pair of black high heels." "You have heels but you don't have a formal dress?" Mary Margaret asked with a tilt of her head. Emma just shrugged and walked back into the bathroom to change into her normal clothes.
All throughout the day, Emma experienced a high amount of nervousness and excitement. Graham kept asking why she was so different today, but every time he asked, she just blushed and changed the subject. By the time she arrived home in the evening, the Sheriff was practically jumping up and down with excitement.
Regina went through the day just as normal, keeping her composure, hardly thinking of anything other than her work, and returned home promptly at five-thirty. Only then did she remember her plans for the evening I'll pick you up tomorrow night, at seven.
Emma showered and dressed nervously, but made sure everything was perfect. Her hair had been curled by Mary Margaret, and now had a generous glow. She applied mascara, a touch of rouge, and a small coat of lipstick to complete the outfit.
The Mayor's heart fluttered only slightly while thinking about the date with Emma Swan, for she was still uncertain of Emma's character; still, it had been a long time since she'd been out, and she had to admit, she was excited. She showered quickly and dressed appropriately in a flowing blue strapless dress, applied red lipstick and waved her hair. Taking a deep breath, Regina waited for Emma in the parlor of her mayoral mansion. She glanced at the clock: 7:03. The Sheriff was late.
Emma's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when she realized the clock read 6:54. "I'm going to be late!" she gasped, nearly running out the door and down to her car. "Good luck!" Mary Margaret shouted out the window as Emma drove off in her bug. The Sheriff drove as fast as she could to the flower shop, buying a single red rose before racing off to the mayoral mansion.
Regina heard tires screech outside and looked out the window to see Emma's bug pull up into the driveway. "You have to be kidding me…" she whispered under her breath, furious that she would have to travel in that thing. She watched the Sheriff rush up the walkway to the door and heard the bell chime. With a sigh, she walked to the door and opened it. "You're late." She said coldly, crossing her arms. "I was buying you a rose…" Emma said softly and held out the flower, giving the Mayor a sheepish, please-forgive-me smile. "Yes, I see…" Regina replied without any variation in her cold voice, but looked down at the beautiful rose with a soft smile. Emma awkwardly cleared her throat, "Uhm… Aren't you going to take it?" she asked in confusion. Quickly, Regina nodded and took the plant's stem, carrying it into the kitchen where she put it in a small vase, leaning down to smell the sweet scent with a rather large grin on her face. A few seconds later, she returned to the door, grabbing her purse. "You look amazing, Regina." Emma smiled as Regina closed and locked the front door to the mansion. "Thank you, Ms. Swan." "Regina, really? We're on a date, could you please cut it out with the formalities?" Regina only looked forward with a disgusted face, "I am not riding in that." She hissed, gesturing to the small yellow contraption in her driveway, "I suppose we'll take my car." "Can I drive?" "No."
A few minutes later, Regina parked in front of the restaurant, and Emma got out and opened Regina's door for her, only gaining a soft laugh from the Mayor. "Oh, Ms. Swan, you're so kind." She rolled her eyes, stepping out of the vehicle and walking into the establishment after Emma held that door open as well. As the waiter escorted them to their table, Emma followed Regina feeling her excited emotions being washed away. Her date had been nothing but cold to her ever since she arrived to pick her up. She began to regret having said yes to the date; she was starting to think that perhaps this was punishment for walking off so angrily last night after the fire. Then again, Regina was always this cold and distant; Emma should have known what she'd be getting herself into.
Shaking her feelings off, she pulled Regina's chair out for her and allowed her to sit before she pushed the chair back in and sat in her own seat. They ordered a bottle of red wine to drink and looked through the menu. Emma glanced up from her own menu and noticed exactly how beautiful Regina did look. "You look really gorgeous tonight, Regina." She spoke with a soft smile, only gaining an idle "Mmm" from the woman as she busily looked through the menu with her jaw set.
"Y'know what, Regina? I'm done." Emma hissed and threw her menu down onto the table, finally having enough of putting up with Regina's bullshit. "You asked me on this date, remember, Madame Mayor?! The least you could do for me is pretend you have an interest in me and pretend you're having a good time. I'm doing all this for you and you're treating me like an annoying child!" she yelled, not caring that everyone in the whole room looked up at them. "This obviously was a mistake!" Emma continued with anger in a slightly shaky voice. She shook her head and stormed out of the restaurant as fast as her heels would allow. "Wait!" Regina called dejectedly as Emma sped off. "Please?" She asked as she stood up and followed Emma outside. "Emma, please…" She said quietly before Emma turned around, "Why should I?!" she hissed in anger, her beautiful green eyes filling with tears. "For months I've been trying to get you to give me a chance and you finally give me that chance and then…then act as if it's some joke?!" "Emma, please…" Regina repeated as she stepped forward and took Emma's hands into her own. "Just listen to me, all right? Just let me explain…" she spoke in a gentle voice she hadn't let anybody hear in years. "The last time I was on a date was four years ago, and it ended badly even though I was in love with her, so I picked myself up on my own and grew strong; so strong that I blocked everything and everyone out of my life, and I'm just trying to protect myself, I don't want my heart broken again, and please don't tell me I'm rude for saying this, but you come across as someone who dumps a woman's heart in a trash bin after you've had your fill, and I don't want to give you the chance to do so." Regina explained sincerely, her own eyes filling with tears.
"You're right, Regina. I am a heartbreaker. But the fact that I've been chasing you for months doesn't give you the clue that there might be something there between us? That maybe I like you enough to follow you until you give in? A heartbreaker doesn't do that. If I were still the heartbreaker I was, I would have just let you go, but no, Regina. I have to keep trying." Emma defended angrily, nearly choking on the tears that threatened to spill.
Regina nodded, stroking Emma's fingers with her own. "I know." She tried her best to make Emma smile through her tears by leaning in to kiss the blonde's cheek. "Please, come back inside. Let's have a nice meal. A date." Emma nodded, slightly happier as they walked back into the restaurant and sat down at their table as if nothing happened.
They ordered their meal and talked all throughout their dinner. Things between them were lighter, happier, now that they were both honest and open with each other. Emma finally got to hear Regina's real laugh, and for the first time in years, Regina's cheeks blushed a deep red when Emma admitted that she had had a crush on her ever since they met. After the dessert plates were cleared and the bill had been paid by Emma, they walked out with smiles on their faces.
Regina drove home and insisted their date continue on inside the mayoral mansion – "I have a turntable, we can listen to Frank Sinatra and dance." She said with a smile. "Oh the first date?" Emma asked, raising a brow as they walked inside Regina's home. "Why not?" was Regina's reply, and with a wink she went into the parlor to retrieve one of her many Frank Sinatra records. "Well…I just expected a business-like 'Time for you to leave, Sheriff Swan. We have work in the morning' out of you." Emma followed Regina, imitating her cold voice. Regina smirked with a chuckle and looked back at Emma as she popped the record onto the turntable and turned up the sound on her stereo. "I might have said that…But it's Friday night."
Emma chuckled at Regina's reply and came closer to the woman as Frank Sinatra's 'You Make Me Feel So Young' started to play. "I don't really know how to dance…" Emma admitted as they started to move in an intimate, jazzy position. "Just follow my lead, Emma." Regina smiled as Emma nodded. Together they danced for almost an hour, each song bringing them closer together until one particular romantic song brought them so close; they could feel each other's gentle breath on their neck. Emma was completely surprised at how close Regina allowed Emma to be to her, but she wasn't complaining.
The song died down and all that was left was the soft sound of the record spinning; they had reached the end of both sides of the disc. After a few seconds, the sound faded as well and the two were left in silence, looking into each other's eyes in the low light. Finally, after what had seemed light countless days of fighting their feelings, their lips slowly inched together. Emma was cautious in approaching the woman's lips, just in case Regina closed herself off again and coldly asked her to leave. However, their kiss was a mutual decision, and Emma silently thanked god for that.
Their lips finally met in a slow and gentle way, each surprised by the softness of each other's lips. Regina's eyes fluttered shut and after a few seconds, so did Emma's, reaching up to cup her date's cheek. After each passing second, their kiss grew with passion and power, their hands groping each other's breasts, waists, and behinds. This lasted until they both pulled apart, needing air. "Right…" Emma breathed, backing away slightly from Regina. "I would love to do this with you," she spoke quickly, gulping down as much air as she could get, "but I…I just want you to know that I asked you out on a date not just out of want to get in bed with you, but I…" Emma paused to draw in more air and finished the rest of her words shakily, "I wanted you to know that I asked you out over and over again because I wanted to know the real you, I wanted to get to know you. I wanted to please you, I wanted to see you smile, I wanted—" Whatever else Emma meant to say, they both never found out because Regina kissed Emma deeply, holding her cheeks, to silence her. After a few seconds, Regina pulled back, "All of what you're saying is lovely, but four years, Emma, it's been four years since I've had sex." Regina spoke, breathless and rather aroused. She didn't give Emma time to respond before she gripped Emma's waist and shoved her into the wall behind her. Emma gasped and moaned as her back hit the wall so suddenly. "Regina…" Emma breathed in a small moan as Regina started to kiss her neck deeply, staining the skin with her dark red lipstick. Regina's hips ground into Emma's with a few moans as the Mayor's hands held up the Sheriff's arms against the wall; eventually the women's fingers intertwined as their lips met again in yet another passionate kiss.
Emma soon moved her arms off the wall and moved them around Regina, feeling the curve of the woman's waist under her fingertips. Regina did the same thing and Emma gasped into her date's lips as she felt fingers creep up her dress, soon feeling gentle rubbing against her panties. Regina took this opportunity to slither her tongue into Emma's mouth, and both of them moaned into each other's lips as she did so.
"Come on…" Regina breathed lustfully, pulling Emma off the wall as she almost dragged the woman into her study. "Why in here?" Emma spoke with an equal amount of lust in her voice as Regina slammed the door behind them and again pushed Emma up against the wall. "No windows in here… No reporters can catch us doing the nasty…" She answered skillfully and playfully with a smirk. "Smart woman." Emma chuckled and kissed Regina again, moving her hand around her body to grip her plentiful behind into both hands, gaining a moan from the Mayor.
A few minutes of teasing and touching, Regina pulled away from her date, far too aroused. "Fuck me." She growled, half demanding, half begging to be touched.
Happy that she could now be in control, Emma smirked and brought Regina over to one of the sofas, laying her down gently with her neck against one of the armrests. "With pleasure," Emma purred as she rolled on top of the Mayor, trailing kisses from the woman's neck all the way down to her breasts. She used her tongue to trace the nipples underneath the thin material, and she smirked when they became hardened inside their wrappers. "Mmm…" she heard Regina moan as she sucked on one of the soft buds before she lowered herself down to Regina's legs. Her hands pushed her date's beautiful blue dress up to her hips, kissing every inch of her long legs until she reached the warm place between her thighs. Her eyes looked up at Regina as she used a finger to push aside her lacy panties. She could hear Regina's ragged breathing as her tongue went to work, flicking against her clit. After a few seconds of this, she used two fingers to hold open Regina's slick folds and lick up and down her warm, sweet-tasting sex. Both of them moaned; Emma at the taste and Regina at the feeling of being touched after so long.
"Fuck yes!" Regina moaned, gasping, her chest heaving as she came closer and closer to her climax, Emma licking as deep and fast as she could against the woman's throbbing clit with two fingers lost deep inside Regina's core, pumping in and out so hard and fast, making soft squishing sounds.
"Oh!...Oh!...Yes!" Regina groaned, propped up on her elbows with her back arched as high as it could go while she finally met her oh-so-desired orgasm. She nearly screamed as pleasure ripped through her body, every single cell in her body ripping apart in prolonged ecstasy.
"Mmmm…" Emma moaned as she removed her fingers and lapped up all the fluids Regina secreted during her orgasm, and knew that every moan that slipped from Regina's lips was all for her.
Regina collapsed back onto the sofa, breathing deeply, still moaning in the aftermath of her earth-shattering orgasm. "Thank you…" she breathed, still calming down from her high.
Emma smirked softly, still licking off the thick, warm fluid from Regina's sex. "Mhmm." She hummed as she pulled back, licking her lips.
Regina smirked as well, finally regaining her strength. "I'll be right back. I've got to go get something." She purred with a wink as she got up and left the room.
Emma let out a long, deep breath, muttering to herself, "God damn this woman…so sexy…" she waited with bated breath for Regina to return, standing and pacing as if to calm her arousal.
A few minutes later, the door to the study opened and Regina appeared, wearing a dark red silk robe and her high heels. Emma turned around to face her with a raised eyebrow as Regina moved to untie the robe, smirking.
"What's under there…?" Emma asked, biting her lip. She gasped when Regina opened the robe, brandishing a red in color strap-on.
"Oh, god…" Emma's knees buckled slightly. "I want that inside of me…"
"Then sit up on my desk, Emma." Regina purred, still smirking.
"Mhmm…" Emma obeyed, hopping on top of the desk, resting her back against the wall behind her with her legs open. She then realized that this was Mary Margaret's dress, and that she probably shouldn't have sex in it. Quickly, she stood and slipped off the dress, now wearing nothing but her panties and heels. She then sat back up on the desk as before while Regina closed the door and advanced towards her, heels clicking on the floor as she tossed the robe onto the floor. In three quick strides, Regina reached the desk, watching Emma's body as she breathed in and out, her breasts rising and falling.
"Please… Fuck me…" Emma begged, watching Regina slipping off the only thing that stood between the Mayor and the Sheriff's naked body.
Emma kicked her panties off her shoe and spread her legs for Regina. "Take me…" she begged, so full of arousal, she was shaking.
Regina smirked even wider, using a few fingers to rub Emma's dripping sex, feeling hips rolling up to meet her. "Ooh…" Regina purred as she slipped a few fingers inside Emma's tight core. "You are tight." She hissed lustfully, "You are going to love this." She said as she removed her fingers and positioned herself between Emma's legs.
Emma held her breath, waiting to feel the artificial cock inside her. Finally, Regina shoved the toy inside her and she gasped loudly. "Oh, yes…" Emma hissed in pleasure as she felt Regina using her finely-toned muscles to slide in and out of her slowly. "More…" Emma begged, and immediately Regina started to pump in and out of her fast and hard. "Fuck!" Emma gasped, feeling the desk bang into the wall repeatedly.
What felt like hours of rough sex later, Emma lay panting on the desk, sweating. "Oh, damn…" she breathed out, her dark green eyes filled with lust flickering up to meet Regina's almost black ones.
AN: Soooooooo, what did you think of chapter two?! Drop a review, please and thank you!
