soooo... okay hi guys. This is my first attempt at a fanfic and I have no beta and I'm just a hella gay bean trying to write something fun to share. :) please be kind.
And I don't own the characters and all that disclaimer stuff.
The floor was alive and everyone was dancing, cheering and laughing. MM really does know how to make everyone get up and have fun. There was no sign of killian, which was both a blessing and a curse as I really wasn't in the mood to talk to him. I was also desperately hoping he would stay and not run this time. We are too similar for our own good, both have the flight option of nature down to a tee.
However I didn't need to think about that. I wanted so sit at the bar and sip my Appletini, and talk to the gorgeous women who bought it for me. The gorgeous woman who was currently sat next to me at the bar with a sultry smile. The gorgeous women who I need to stop thinking about but can't seem to look away from.
She told me about how she used to run the town, she told me she would fire anyone who dare leave a task even remotely unfinished and terrify everyone who crossed her path. I so desperately wanted to ask her what had changed to make her so different. Maybe one day I'll find out. She told me about her love of horses and apples no matter how unrelated they are. I told her about me and my life as a foster kid and she didn't even bat an eyelid, she still looked at me the same. Not even a sympathy glance. As we talked I fell into like with her more and more. We drifted closer together until our bare knees touched and we spoke low and deep into each other's ears to drown out the noise of the music. It felt like we'd known each other for years. I still had warning butterflies and a nervous blush. However Regina exuded confidence and that was what drew me in and made me feel safe to talk to her both animatedly and passionately. I listened eagerly wanting to know everything about her. I slowly discovered that her mind is just as beautiful. I knew then, boyfriend or not. I was a goner.
After a few more drinks talk got heavier "So your husband, what's he like? I'm afraid I've only seen the bad side as far. Assuming that wasn't his usual self." She quipped, eyes twinkling with mischief and hidden curiosity. "Oh, killian... he's not my husband!" I responded with a grimace and raised my arm to wave in her face. "Do you see a wedding ring?". Regina laughed and stilled my flailing limb. "Nope..." she responded slowly, running her fingers over mine. I shivered at the touch. "So is it serious?"
"Sorry?"
"You and killian."
"Oh... No. Yes? I guess so? We've been together for two years so it's technically serious... but he drinks so much now and I hardly ever see him. When I do see him he's out of his mind drunk and can't remember a thing; not to mention the sex is awful." My face turned a deep shade of red at my embarrassing outburst. Good job Emma, talk about bad sex to this incredibly sexy mayor. Way to score points. Except you're not trying to score points idiot, you're taken.
However Regina just nodded seemingly pleased with herself and sipped her fifth Appletini. "Maybe he's just not what you"re looking for." she whispered and delicately brushed her hand along my thigh. With alcohol clouding my mind I leant into the touch, "It's complicated. No, an alcoholic for a partner is not great but I can't leave him right now."
"Why Emma, what's holding you back?"
"I'm lying to him," I blurted before any of my sober sensibility could stop me "and even if I tell him the truth I can't leave him after that, it would kill him." I shook my head and looked at her with pleading eyes. "Can we talk about something else?" I begged. "I want to forget."
Her eyes raked over my defeated frame, yet her eyes were dark. "I can help you with that." A hand grabbed my thigh for support as she leaned in to whisper in my ear. My chest froze as I felt her warm skin upon mine, nothing like the previous hand that had been so rough and unwelcoming earlier in the night.
"Dance with me." she husked. She grabbed my hand and expertly walked backwards, pulling me with her as she moved.
She began to sway her hips to the music, not releasing my hand and holding me entranced within a darkened, promising gaze. Reaching the dance floor she stopped and pulled me to her, grinning at me with a teasing smile. "Come on Emma, loosen up. I've known you for two hours dear and I already know that you need to."
I laughed and began my sassy reply but my words were taken as she grabbed my hips and rolled her body slowly to the beat. I decided to prove her wrong and with a wink I pushed my body away from her and stepped backwards. Turning around to give her a view, I lifted my arms above my head, closed my eyes and swayed freely to the music. Regina wasn't expecting that, nor was I expecting the return of her hands to my hips, and the gentle pressure on my back as she pressed her body to mine. Together we began to dance; bodies moving impossibly closer with every motion and desire burning stronger with every wandering hand.
We were both breathing heavily with exhaustion when we stopped for air. I smiled at her and she beamed in return, an expression so different from the eloquent business woman I had come to know. I had to see that smile again. I bumped her with my hip and caught her as she fell. She gasped in surprise and giggled as I spun her around. How could anyone ever dislike this woman. I was enthralled by her and how easy it was to feel sexy and then completely silly with someone I'd known for barely four hours. This woman was incredible. My already swirling mind was in pieces, and it wasn't long until reality hit and I pulled away, with a small smile I turned to leave.
Returning to the bar I was followed. "Hey, Emma. Wait." She grabbed my arm and spun me around. "Are you okay? I didn't make you uncomfortable did I?" Her words were caring but her smirk suggested otherwise. I shook my head and sat down "No Regina, of course not. You've been amazing company."
"I could say the same about you, Em-ma."
The way she spoke my name had warmth spreading between my thighs. I cleared my throat and sipped my drink, crossing my legs to relieve the tension. She must have noticed as she chuckled darkly and leaned in.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself quite a bit if I may be so bold, but I can't deny finding your presence just as... pleasurable."
I looked at her and we shared a glance, we had become unbearably close. I smiled softly at her and leant in to remove the hair framing her face, obstructing my view. As I tucked the strand behind her ear she looked at me.
As I pulled away she bit her lip.
The alcohol had taken away my previous shyness but none of my undeniable attraction. She moved in until we were a breath apart and I couldn't help but silently beg for her lips to meet mine and quench my desire. I longed for her tongue to caress mine and her hands to pull me in and... holy hell I've drank more than I thought. I sucked in a calming breath and slowly pulled away before I could make the mistake I was desperate to make. Regina nodded disappointed but sympathetic, and the distance between us grew. However I've never been one to resist temptation.
"Don't take that as rejection Regina, I would do anything to kiss you right now."
"Then why don't you?" She looked at me with hidden longing.
"I have a boyfriend."
"You don't love him."
What?! I looked at her, shocked at her boldness. She read my facial expression and laughed awkwardly.
"I'm Sorry Emma, but I see the way you look at me. I know you're unhappy but If you loved him and saw yourself having this..."she gestured to the wedding around her "with him, you wouldn't even glance at me."
"Maybe you're right Regina." I replied, not knowing what else to say. "like I said. it's complicated. You dont understand and you don't know me. In fact, I think you would hate me if you did."
Regina looked hurt at that, and that too left me speechless. "Oh but Emma I feel as though I do know you, or at least would like to in the future. I'm enchanted by you and I don't want this night to end without getting what I want.".
"Spoken like a true politician," I mumbled dryly. "What is it you want?" I continued.
"You, Emma."
Her words rushed through me and made me feel incredibly light. Unable to form a sentence I simply nodded my head in confirmation and she leaned in, I held my breath as my eyes fluttered shut. With parted lips I waited in anticipation.
"SWAN!" Killian bellowed and appeared out of nowhere. We flew apart. "What's going on?" He looked between me and Regina before looking down at the bar, "Jesus Christ Emma have you been drinking?!".
"Killian I..."
With ever the perfect timing, Mary Margaret ran towards me from across the room "Oh Emma! You'e pregnant! Congratulations! I'm so excited. Killian just told me."
In shock I looked between killian and MM, standing up from the stool I prepared my speech.
"Look, guys. About that. Listen..."
"Emma is drunk!" Killian shouted, "look what she's doing to my family! She's killing my baby!"
At that point I had reached my limit for the evening, and most likely my alchol limit too.
"LOOK WHAT I'M DOING?" I blurted in anger.
"Killian you've been blinding drunk for the past six months!" I screamed at him.
Killian's face grew red in anger and he opened his mouth to shout, before he could respond I painfully blurted the truth.
"The baby is GONE! I lost it! Okay?" Killian and MM froze.
"Four months ago, and couldn't even tell you in fear of getting caught up in one of your stupid, drunken rages."
Tears threatened to overwhelm me again as the events of the past few months got on top of me. Mary Margaret ran to my side and engulfed me in a bone crushing hug "Oh honey." She whispered, holding me tight as I started to weep for the second time that night.
Killian remained still a few paces away, shock plastered on his angry expression. "You lying bitch." He spat at me, before doing -in that moment- what I least expected him to do.
He left.
I turned in Mary Margaret's arms back to the bar, where I was not long before having the best time of my life in months. I looked at the previously occupied seat next to mine, only to find it bare. Panicking I called to the bar tender "Do- Do you k-know when she left? The brunette."
"You mean Madam Mayor? She left just after the bride arrived mam.". The tears spilled over again.
Oh great, a stolen purse would have been the highlight of my night.
"Oh and m'am, she left you the tab."
