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Regina's POV
Regina's alarm clock the next morning consisted of her head pounding and the early morning sun blinding her. She groggily reached out for her phone on her nightstand but grasped at air. Still hurting too badly to fully open her eyes, Regina shifted in the bed and noticed something else odd, someone was touching her. Suddenly her eyes snapped open and she took in the strange environment. Scattered on the floor in front of her were her clothes as well as a lady's red leather jacket that she can't remember seeing before. Slowly, she slides out from under the mystery woman's arm and turns around. Muffling a gasp, Regina mentally slaps herself. Lying in bed next to where she was, a very naked Emma Swan slept soundly. What the actual fuck? Regina thinks to herself while pulling on her clothes as quietly as she can manage. As hard as she tried to remember the previous nights events, all she could think was going into the powder room for a good cry. Sliding back into her heels, she heads to the door. She spares a final glance back at the peacefully sleeping blonde, before quietly sneaking out the front door.
The whole cab ride back to her apartment she kicked herself for not getting back in the bed and having Emma relive the previous nights events. It must have been something, because every muscle in Regina's body ached in the best way. She opened her bag and pulled out her compact to apply foundation and gasped at the love mark covering the left side of her neck. Well, that's going to be hard to explain. She can't believe how reckless she had been last night. Sure, she had said that she was going to get hammered and act up, but what if someone found out she had went home with Emma? As if her divorce wasn't messy enough, all she needed was more gossip to fuel the fire.
The cab pulled up to her building and she shoved a couple of twenties to the cab driver before quickly telling him to keep the change. No sooner than she made it to her door, her phone started ringing. The screen read Graham. "Shit" she mummered both at the early call and at her dropping her keys. She juggled her bag and phone while bending down to grab the bronze keyring.
"To what do I owe this early pleasure Graham?" she asked acidly.
"I think you know Regina" he exclaimed. "First, you get hammered as hell and blow off Mary Margaret, then you leave with Emma Swan?! Do you understand how much I had to pay some kid to keep those pictures out of this morning's tabliods?"
"Look, I would love nothing more than to have this conversation with you but I am extremely hung over and pissed off. So if you don't mind, I need to go." She hung up and put her phone on 'do not disturb' before letting herself into her penthouse suite. Home, sweet, home... She had let Kathryn keep the townhouse and moved to the other side of town. Regina barely made it to her room before breaking down again. Not only did she sleep with someone, but she couldn't even remember it. She was in no shape for any type of relationship, but God what she wouldn't have given to remember some small part of her evening spent with Emma. That woman was a walking, breathing goddess and Regina's dumbass missed out in by drinking too fucking much. Story of my life, she thought sourly. Not that it mattered anyway, she was damaged goods now. No one in their right mind would want to be with her, especially someone as gorgeous as Emma.
Regina quickly began feeling like her life was spinning out of control. Her breathe caught in her chest as she started hyperventilating. Calm down she told herself, keep calm and count down from ten. 10...9...8..7...6...5... She took a deep breathe before collapsing on her bed. Resolved to do nothing but wallow in her misery, she crawled in bed and went back so sleep.
Emma's POV
Letting out a sigh of content, Emma reached her arm across the bed in search of Regina. Feeling nothing but cold sheets, Emma opened her eyes searching for the other woman. Noticing that her clothes were gone, Emma's mood changed. Sure they had both been more than a little drunk, she was hoping Regina would have still been here this morning. She wasn't used to one night stands, and after how easily conversation had flowed with Regina the previous night she had hoped that things would have been different.
FLASHBACK:
On stage dancing, Emma could feel all eyes on her. But one gaze in particular kept her attention. A beautiful brunette in the back with chocolate colored eyes sat back with her drink looking at Emma like she was the most beautiful person in the world. Despite her performance, she couldn't help but notice the other woman's rapt stare pulled her attention. She looked vaguely familiar but Emma couldn't place where she knew her. Abruptly the woman got up and left the room. She forced herself to look away from the woman's retreating figure and powered through her short set. Feeling decidely winded and thirsty, she thanked everyone and headed towards the bar.
"Hey Rubes, how about a shot of Patron?"
"Emma, hey! You were great out there tonight." Ruby replied while pouring her shot. Emma quickly downed it, and signalled for Ruby to pour her another.
"Rough day?" she asked as she slid another tiny glass towards her. Like everyone else in her circle of friends, she had known Ruby for quite some time. Mary Margaret, while sometimes a bit too pure for Emma's taste, was loyal to her close friends and made sure they were well taken care of no matter what. After Mary Margaret got her job working on the set of a wildly popular tv program and Emma caught her big break with her record, they booked it out of that small Maine town and left for New York. Ruby had packed up and followed them to the city after her Granny passed back in Storybrook. The three had be close since they were children after Granny had fostered the two girls when their parents died.
"Same ol', same ol'"
"Dance monkey, dance!" Ruby chuckled.
"I really do love it, but I just feel like somethings missing, you know?" Emma sighed while downing her second shot.
"Maybe you just need to get laid? You seem to have several admirers in this group," she joked. It suddenly occured to Emma that she didn't see her mystery brunette anywhere around the bar area in the back parlor. She attempted to discreetly glance around for her, but it didn't pass Ruby unnoticed.
"I was kidding about the takers you know."
"It's not that. I saw this woman while I was on stage, and I mean DAMN she was hot. She left in the middle of my set, I was just looking to see if she was back here."
"Brown hair, brown eyes, power suit on?" Emma nodded in response. "Jesus no, you don't want that one. She's an excellent tipper, but what a bitch. Plus you should hear the things people are whispering about her. And I saw on E! that her wife dumped her and is knocked up by some douche canoe, and is apparently a little further along that she should be if you catch my drift" she blabbered on passing Emma yet another shot. Emma thought the woman looked familiar, the more she thought about it, the more her mystery woman looked like the leading lady on Mary Margaret's show. That's where she knew her from. Suddenly Emma remembered hearing the idle gossip about the woman's situation. While others laughed and shrugged it off as it being nothing more than the Hollywood fame game, she felt bad for the other woman. Emma of all people knew what he was like having your dirty laundry aired for the whole world to know. That may be the price of fame, but sometimes she wished she could curl up in a little ball and hide from it all. She had her friends, but there was no denying that she was lonely.
"You never know, somethings aren't what they seem. You'd probably think I was a bitch if all that happened to me recently" she said as she drank her shot. "Anyway, I'm gonna make my rounds before Mary Margaret catches us goofing off. See you later?"
"Yeah, text me tomorrow" she flashed her woolfish grin. "And for God sakes find someone to bone already!" Emma glared at her as she headed back into the other room. She noticed she was a bit light headed, after all she's not ususally one for drinking. She stopped at various groups of people never chatting for more than a minute or two, only long enough to thank everyone for their donations before moving on the the next group. The truth was, she didn't really like talking about her past in foster care and these little events just drug up painful memories she tried hard to surpress. Deciding she needed a minute, she headed towards the restroom to splash a little water on her face. But when she reached out for the door handle, she found herself colliding with another woman.
"Oh my god! "I'm so sorry, I'm such a clutz. I wasn't even looking where I was going." But when she stooped down to help the woman up, she realized it was her mystery brunette. Feeling like she could jump off a bridge, Emma reached out her hand to help her up. "Shit, I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" she asked noticing the other woman rubbing the back of her head.
"F-fine, when I fell, I must have hit my head on the door," Regina stammered. What the hell was that? Regina Mills does not stammer, she exudes confidence. But here was Emma reducing her to a blabbering idiot.
"Can I get you anything-"
"Regina," she answered.
"Can I get you anything, Regina? Maybe some ice for your head?"
"No, dear, I'm quite alright." Finally managing to muster some dignity, Regina stood up and brushed off slacks.
"I'm Emma by the way. Can I at least get you a drink? Surely it would take the sting off." Emma gave Regina her best dazzling smile, which seemed to make up the other woman's mind for her.
The two headed towards the bar, Emma silently praying that Ruby wasn't there. Looking around, she noticed her flirting with a group of men at the far side. Perfect, now I don't have to endure her stares. If she can shamelessly flirt, then so can I. Ordering their drinks, they made their way to the outside terrace where there was significantly less guests. Both buzzing from their previous drinks, conversation flowed effortlessly. Regina's icy demeanor had melted and she laughed easily with the other woman. They talked about interests, work, and books. How they both loved anything to do with literature. Emma was impressed with how intellegent Regina was, even in her inebriated state, she seemed the smartest woman Emma had ever met. Before she could even help herself, she found that she could open up to the brunette. Telling her about her ambitions and desires, the night seemed to slip away so quickly. She knew that she was drunk, but to hell with it, she had to take the risk.
"Do you maybe wanna get out of here?" she shot Regina her most sultry look.
"Absolutely," her husky voice replied back.
Emma pulled on her coat and called her driver, telling him to pull around back. The two attempted to sneak out of there before anyone noticed. Once they were inside the car, Regina surprised her by leaning over and kissing her roughly. Emma's core tightened, and her breathe hitched as she felt hands roaming down her side. She kissed her back with passion matching, wanting to be as close to the other woman as possible. She could feel her head spinning and she wasn't sure if it was Regina's kisses or the tequilla giving her that effect. God, the things this woman was doing to her.
The ride was over quickly, as both women struggled to compose themselves before getting out of their car. They paid no attention to their surrounding, only having eyes for the other. Grabbing her hand, Emma lead her to her door. Before she could even get her key in, Regina had her up against the door grinding into her. Emma desperately fumbled for her keys, attempting to open the door with her back still to it. "Fuck," she panted. "Let me grab the door." Regina's only reply was a smirk and an arched eyebrow. Finally managing to get the door open, Emma grabbed Regina and pulled her inside. "Bed, now" was all Emma could get out before she found those beautiful scarlet lips again. Tripping over themselves down the hallway and into her room, Emma was surprised yet again when Regina pushed her to the bed. Looking up at the vixen on top of her, she attached herself to her pulsepoint until Regina began to moan in pleasure. Emma stood up and pushed Regina against the wall, cupping her center over her slacks.
"It seems we still have too many clothes on for my liking." Regina's answer was to push Emma's red jacket off and pull off her own. Clothes were quickly shed, until they were both there in their underwear. Emma felt self-conscious about her lack of bra and her black boy shorts when she saw the other woman in her lacy purple bra and matching thong. Shaking it off, Emma dropped to her knees and kissed along the other womans leg. Slowly making her way to her desired location, stopping just before she reached her destination.
"Oh, Emma..." Regina let out gutterally.
Emma could smell her arousal through her thong. Her own center dripping with the thought of what she was about to do. She slid the thong to the side before plunging two fingers directly in Regina's wet folds. She thrust in and out of her swiftly, occasionally flicking her bundle of nerves. Regina's cries came more frequent and louder, just before Emma knew she was about to come undone, she latched her mouth against her clit and kept thrusting.
"Fuck me, Emma. Oh fuck-" she called out as Emma, brought her to her sweet release. Watching Regina's ample breasts heaving, Emma had never been more turned on in her life. Pulling her fingers out slowly, she stood up only to be pushed backwards to the bed by Regina. Hands roamed her chest, occasionally teasing a nipple. Regina peppered kisses down her chest, making her moan from her building tension. Moving even further down, Regina gave her one last smoldering look before pulling her boy shorts down with her teeth.
"I believe, dear, that it is my turn," she whispered against Emma's drenched center. "Oh, and how delicious you do smell." Without warning she licked the complete length of Emma's folds, causing the blonde to cry out. Emma knew it wasn't going to take long, the situation itself was enough to have her on the edge already. The moment Regina added her fingers to the mix, Emma was gone. Her back arched off the bed as wave after wave of orgasm racked her body. Regina slowly brought her back down before rolling over on her side. Emma turned to look at her, to bask in their post coital glow, only to be met with the most tender kiss she could imagine. Both women physcially exhausted and very drunk still, curled up and fell asleep quickly.
FLASHBACK ENDED
Emma sat up, wondering what the hell had went wrong. To her, it seemed that she and Regina had hit it off really well. She sighed remembering their night, and smiled as her fingers brushed her lips remember how fiery her kisses felt, and how her last kiss had surprised her. Once again alone, Emma reached for her jacket and pulled out her phone. She shot Ruby a quick text about meeting up for lunch before hopping in the shower. As the steam billowed and the scalding water unclenched her aching muscles, she thought back to the previous night. The way Regina smiled like she was sharing a joke just for her, or the way hey eyes lit up when she was talking about a book, or the way her lips felt against hers, all these things made Emma even more lonely. Clearly last night hadn't meant anything to the other woman, so she might as well get over it. Turning the water off, she wrapped her towel around herself. She dried off before checking her phone.
Sounds great, I'm starving. Meet you at the dinner, say 1? -R
Sure, see you then -E
At least she had Ruby. She sighed and finished drying off, grabbing the first thing she could find to wear. She hurried out the door, to meet her friend and try to shake off the memories of the previous night.