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Chapter One
"How about playing a game of pool?" Ruby suggested innocently as she sipped her morning coffee.
Regina felt like she'd just had ice-cold water thrown over her, as she visibly tensed at the memory that just flooded back into her mind, looking over at Emma she realised that she too, had just remembered. Nervously they followed the young brunettes over to the table, unable to speak. A bottle of tequila lay on its side at the edge of the table, and dark wet pools signified much of it had made its way onto the felt of the table.
Leaning back against the table Ruby eyed Emma and Regina suspiciously. "Which of you is responsible for this?" She had returned to the room with Belle that night, and new for a fact it wasn't either of them.
"Regina and I might have done some more shots last night when we got in." Her cheeks blushed at the memory. She flashed a look at Regina and was glad to see she looked equally as embarrassed, but with a small smile playing on her lips at the recollection.
Chapter Two
With a conceited smile, Ruby looked from a stray button lying on the felt top, across the table at Regina, as her hand clasped around it, before putting it into the pocket of her red jacket, safe until later. "You know, I think I'd like to do some shopping, I'm sure Vegas has far more to offer than Storybrooke does."
"I don't know Ruby, I think it's a bit much…" A half hour later Regina and Ruby were shopping in the Venetian halls of the Grand Canal Shoppes. Belle and Emma had both shown their disinterest at the thought of 'traipsing around gaudy stores of overpriced effects nobody would want', as Emma put it. Instead they opted to stay in the room, and 'chill'. Ruby had managed to convince Regina to shop in a high-end lingerie store, and had further convinced her to try on a boned blood red silk corset with black detailing. Before Regina had another moment to pause, Ruby had slipped through the curtain into her changing room. Grabbing her shirt she held it to herself, trying her best, trying her best to cover herself. "What the hell Ruby?!"
"Damn Regina, you have to buy it, it's hot." Forcefully she pulled the blouse from Regina's grip, exposing her once more.
The elder woman's cheeks flushed as deep as the corset, as she let her gaze fall to her hands, as she knotted them together in embarrassment. Why was it she thought her and Ruby would get along? She was beginning to wonder if there perhaps wasn't any more to the young woman than met the eye, after all.
"Emma's going to die when she see's it." She said with a wink.
"I never said-"
"Oh come on Regina, you two aren't fooling anyone, you certainly aren't fooling me. Don't think I didn't notice the looks you shared over the pool table this morning, or this-" She said pulling her hand from her pocket holding the small button between her thumb and forefinger, rolling it back and forth slightly. "I'm guessing you ditched us last night for your own private little party."
"Ruby I am not discussing my sex life with you." Snatching back her shirt, she again held it to herself to preserve some of her modesty, her cheeks glowing brightly. No one made her feel embarrassed, yet Ruby seemed to be able to weasel under her defences somehow. She'd killed people for less, she reminded herself as she visibly stiffened to, cocking her head nonchalantly.
"Oh my god so you did sleep together last night!" The younger woman's eyes glowed as a smile filled her face. "I wasn't sure if you'd 'gone all the way'." She held her hands up wiggling her index and middle fingers as she spoke, revelling as Regina's cheeks flushed even deeper.
"I am warning you Ruby." Putting on her best 'Mayor' voice she stepped well into her personal space, trying to intimidate her as best she could. "You will not mention this to anyone do you understand."
"Oh I wouldn't dream of it, it'll stay our little secret." Winking, she left the changing room, on the hunt for some lingerie for herself.
Shaking her head with exasperation Regina turned back to the mirror, letting her hands, and the shirt fall to her side. She couldn't help at smile at the way the corset pushed her breasts up, it had a while since she had worn anything quite so overtly sexual, and she'd forgotten how good things like this made her breasts look. Maybe she could pull this off after all.
"I'm warning you two, you have an hour to get ready, not a minute longer!" Emma's voice was firm with resolution. The group had had spent the afternoon flying to, and over the Grand Canyon, before sipping champagne as the sun set around them. Everyone seemed so at peace, so happy. Even Mary Margaret and Regina had got along for the most part, a few snide comments and looks had been exchanged, but nothing more.
Regina admired herself in the mirror, cocking her head to one side as her eyes took in her own appearance. Her red-soled Loboutin's peaked out from below the wide leg of her black pants, which fit snugly, accentuated the swell of her arse. The black waistcoat she wore over the top finished the look off perfectly. Without a shirt underneath, and new red corset was indeed doing its job of improving her cleavage, she was indeed a tempting sight. Pressing her lips together to set her deep red lipstick, she gave her hair a final flick before walking into the lounge area.
Reaching into one of the cupboards to get some glasses, her waistcoat rose slightly, exposing the small of her back to Emma who had just walked into the kitchen, her eyes appreciatively admiring the way Regina's trousers hung tight over her arse. Closing the gap between them, she placed her hand on the exposed skin as she reached into the cupboard, reaching the glasses that were too far out of her reach. She smiled to herself as she felt the brunette shudder under the unexpected touch. "Here." She said softly, handing two of the glasses to Regina as she set the others on the side. Hopping up onto the counter she smiled as Regina turned her back on her.
"Beer?" Regina asked, turning back to Emma, her eyes flicked up Emma's exposed legs, over her red dress to her smile.
"Wine."
Regina paused, as deliberated the option. "I don't think that's the best idea."
"And why's that Madam Mayor." Emma asked with a smirk, hopping down from the counter and closing the gap between them.
"Just trust me, me drinking wine… It's not a good idea." Her cheeks flushed as she dropped her gaze to the counter top.
"Why?" Emma probed with a small smirk. "Does it have some kind of effect on you, or something?"
Unable to hide her smile, she let her eyes meet Emma's. "It might do."
"I thought you'd be impressed I was trying to culture myself, try something sophisticated." Emma mocked offence. "But I can see you'd rather I necked beer from the bottle, so –"
Rolling her eyes, but still with a smile on her lips she sighed. "Fine Miss Swan, I wouldn't want to miss an opportunity to culture you." Studying the wines on the bar, she opened a bottle of Bordeaux and poured two glasses, before handing one to Emma. "But don't say I didn't warn you…."
As Regina walked off to talk to Ruby, who had just walked into the room, Emma smiled to herself. Were they flirting, sober? They hadn't talked about the events of last night, and Emma had assumed it would never be mentioned again. That it was just a drunken mistake. But now she wasn't so sure. And that excited her. That excited her a lot.
After a lovely meal Ariel, Katherine, Belle and Ashley had decided to go and see a show for their last night, whilst Regina, Ruby, Mary Margaret and Emma instead headed to a Casino.
After a few spins of the roulette wheels and a couple of games of black jack, a game Emma was clearly well versed in, the four women sat down to drink, people watching and chatting away, It was nice and relaxed. After a while a waitress brought over a tray of drinks to the group. "The gentlemen at that over there have just bought you a round." She said as she placed replacements of everyone's drinks in front of them. Emma groaned inwardly as she looked from the drinks over to the group of 40-50 year old men sat at the bar. Regina looked as equally displeased, however Ruby and Mary Margaret were waving back at men happily.
"Oh my gosh, one of them is coming over." Ruby squealed excitedly as one of the 'younger' men walked over to them.
"You do know you're married right?" Regina asked sarcastically Mary Margaret, who blushed.
"I'm only looking…" She replied defensively.
The man arrived at their table, looking at the four woman in turn. "Well hello there pretty ladies, do you come here often?" Emma cringed, was that really the best he could do?
Ruby took it upon herself to answer all of the man's questions, as she twisted her hair with her fingers as she openly flirted.
The man, who introduced himself as 'Robbo', however directed all his questions at Regina, who was looking anywhere but back at him. "So what are you going to give me to say thank you for the drink?" He asked her, as he ran a finger over the exposed skin of her shoulder.
Pulling away she shot him one of her death glares, pausing before answering. "Drinks, we didn't ask for." She pointed out bluntly. She didn't have time for this mans lame attempts. She was more than not interested and he was beginning to annoy her.
"Aww but you should still give me something to say thanks..." He gave a wink before looking her up and down with a leery gaze.
Sliding the straw from the side of her martini glass, Regina held it out to him until he took it from her. "Here, now maybe you can go and suck the fun out of someone else's evening!" If looks could kill, he'd have been a pile of ash on the floor, and with a mumble of an apology he took the straw and ran back to his friends, tail between his legs.
The other three women erupted into laughter as Regina merely sipped her at her appletini. "Oh Regina you shouldn't say things like that to strangers." Mary Margaret said in all seriousness, though she was still somewhat impressed.
"He's just lucky were in Vegas, and not Storybrooke, or there would have been a very different outcome I can assure you." A small smile played on her lips, much to Mary Margaret's relief, she was after all only half joking…
"I need to remember that one Regina, best comeback ever." Ruby giggled. "Did you see his face, he was terrified."
"What can I say, I'm not interested in hooking up with men on this trip." Her gaze fell to Emma, who blushed crimson before taking a gulp of her JD and coke.
Regina tried her best to glare at Ruby, but a smile played on her lips, and she couldn't help but shake her head in amusement. Had Ruby brought them here for her benefit? After another round of drinks the young brunette had convinced the other three that the only way they could end their vacation to Vegas, was a trip to a strip club, and that's was exactly where they ended up.
Regina smiled to herself and shook her head, had Ruby brought them here for her benefit? "She's right -" She said to Mary Margaret who was grumbling about the perversity of it all. "You complained you hadn't experienced Vegas like a tourist, well this is it."
"Come on." Ruby grabbed Mary Margaret's hand, pulling her to a table near the stage. Leaving Regina and Emma standing alone in silence. The blonde's eyes were transfixed on the stage, or more accurately, at the woman sliding down the pole, on the stage. She was upside down, her right leg wrapped around the metal shaft whilst her left leg extended and pointed to the ceiling. She spun around, as she slowly lowed herself to the ground, her decent met by cheers and a flurry of dollar bills being thrown through the air. She broke her gaze, when she felt a warm breath on her ear and Regina's sultry murmur as she whispered to her.
"Enjoying the show?"
"I've seen better." She smirked as she watched a look of shock and intrigue cross Regina's face. "Find a seat, I'm getting us a drink." After the one glass of wine at the hotel, Regina had been drinking cocktails, and Emma really wanted to know what effect wine had on the brunette.
Cocking her brow as if to say something, she paused before thinking better of it. Nodding she found another table, on the other side of the room to the one Mary Margaret and Ruby were occupying. She wasn't sure what was happening between her and the blonde, but she was pretty sure having her mother near by wasn't going to help any. Emma returned with a bottle of red and two glasses, and an even bigger smirk than she had left with.
"Wine Miss Swan?"
"Well I have a theory, and I so I'm testing my hypothesis." Pouring two generous glasses, she moved her chair seating them closer.
Regina let her hand trail down the neck of the bottle as she read the label. She was unsure if Emma had known this was a good wine, if she'd guessed by the price, or if the bar man had helped her. It also happened to be one of her favourites which she cursed, because it really was a good wine, and that, amongst other things, was something she wasn't very good at resisting. "And what's your theory?" She asked.
"I'm sorry but this is a scientific study, only the observer can know the nature of the test."
Regina just rolled her eyes and sipped her wine.
Several glasses later the wine was indeed beginning to affect the brunette, much to Emma's enjoyment. "It makes you flirty." Emma said as she watched Regina take another sip before blushing nearly as red as the wine.
"Amongst other things." Her voice was soft, a small smile on her lips. "Why, are you complaining?"
"Oh not at all."
A suited man approached them, an employee of the club. He had a clipboard in his hand with a list of dancers names on. "You two interested in a private dance?" The gentleman asked.
"Yes, yes we are."
Emma's eyes grew wide as they shot to Regina's, a questioning look etched on her face, they were?!
Taking Emma's hand in her own, she followed the gentleman to the back of the club and through a beaded Silver Diamond Curtain, the room was dark, the only light coming from a huge purple lava lamp in the corner as it pulsated and danced. "You can leave us now, and no need to send in a girl…" Regina handed the guy a fistful of dollar bills as she raised a brow. "No need to disturb us at all." And with a nod of agreement he left them alone. Turning back to Emma, Regina smirked her usual smirk as she watched the younger woman's cheeks flush. They weren't anywhere near as drunk as the night before; they both knew exactly what they were doing, and somehow that made it more exciting. Closing the gap between them Regina used her hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind the blonde's ear, letting her finger graze first over her cheek, behind her ear and following her hairline down the to the nape of her neck. Their eyes locked, their gaze deep and intense. Placing the palms of her hands on Emma's shoulders, she roughly pushed her back, down into the black leather sofa. Looking down at her, Regina's lips curled her smirk growing more devilish, as she let the music wash over her, her hips swaying in time with the music playing in the background. Sashaying closer, Regina leaned down until her lips were hovering a mere inch from Emma's ear, her warm breath sending shivers down the younger woman's spine, "You can't come to Vegas and not receive a lap dance." She purred.
Emma swallowed hard, as the intoxicating smell of Regina and the anticipation of the events that were about to unfold, made her grow heady.
"You can look, but if you can't touch. If you do, I'll stop." Regina warned, her voice lower and more seductive than usual. Her legs straddling Emma's exposed right thigh, their eyes locked. Arching her body seductively over Emma's frame, allowing the younger woman a perfect view of her breasts as they peaked out of the low cut of her waistcoat. Placing her hands on the back of the seat on either side of Emma's head, securing her in place.
Emma dug her nails into the leather of the seat, forcing her hands to remain still, scared that if she moved so much as an inch, she'd throw Regina against the floor and fuck her senseless. It took all her willpower to resist the urge to do so, knowing this was the only chance she'd ever get to see Regina Mills like this, and not wishing to waste such an opportunity. She'd screw her silly afterwards, she decided. She couldn't help but let out a whimper as Regina forced her knee against her center. Her eyes flickered closed for a second; she tried to concentrate on her breathing, desperate to keep her body from reacting to Regina's ministrations.
Regina brushed her lips against Emma's neck before tracing along the outline of her ear with her tongue as her hot breath caressed the blonde's neck. Regina could feel Emma's heat though her own trousers, making her smile into the darkness. "Someone's getting excited." Regina rasped placing hot kisses down Emma's pale column to her clavicle. Pulling back a fraction, she looked down at her with lust filled eyes. The sight of Emma's heaving chest and hooded eyes, almost made her want to give in with the teasing and just fuck her, but not yet.
Emma let out a breath she was unaware she had been holding in. Regina leaned back down to her putting her full weight on Emma's lap. Regina's eyes were dark with desire, and the hungry predatory look made her Emma whimper. Her attempts to fight her body's reactions were failing, as she felt her crotch radiate heat and desire. She could not believe this woman was once her enemy, and now… now what? She let out another involuntary groan as Regina swirled her hips in smooth circles over her right thigh.
With one smooth motion, Regina swung her right leg up and over Emma's other leg, so that she now the blonde, with her knees on either side of her hips.
Emma's heart raced as Regina's chest taunted her, and she dug her nails painfully deep into the leather, trying desperately to remain composed, as she stared at two perfectly formed breasts. She wanted nothing more than to rip off her top and suck down on her hard nipples she knew she would find inside. Her chest was heaving at the feel of body that was being molded against her own. Regina held her tight, as she purred against her neck, and Emma was lost, drowning in the music and Regina's touch. "Fuck Regina." Emma stammered as her hips subconsciously started thrusting upwards, as the brunette slid down up and down her length, grinding their bodies together.
Tutting, Regina crawled off of her, onto the floor, sliding her hands up the arms of the chair until their faces were level once more. The faces so close Emma could almost taste Regina's plum lipstick.
The song slowed down, and for a second Emma panicked, fearing the dance was over. However her fears were short lived, as Regina stood, turning around, before sitting back down, her back against Emma's chest. The music resumed, with a loud crescendo, as Regina ground her arse into Emma's lap hard, throwing her head back as Emma broke her rule, her dark hair spilling over the younger woman's shoulder as strong hands found their way to her waist and a hot mouth nibbled at her lobe.
Regina continued to rock her hips in time with the music, as she brought a hand to Emma's cheek, turning her face towards her, their lips brushing in a soft and torturous kiss. Emma let out a small whimper as she tried and failed to part Regina's lips with her tongue. Determined to remain in control, Regina pulled away teasingly, before crashing her mouth back down harshly, thrusting her tongue between the blonde's lips, shuddering as a Emma's moan filled her mouth, vibrating through her core. Switching positions again, she resumed straddling Emma, their tongues instantly battling at a frantic pace. "God you're hot." Emma breathed out, her eyes hungrily devouring Regina's ample cleavage, as she licked her lips in anticipation.
"Yeah?" Regina taunted, leaning in close again, except this time she slid her hand along Emma's thigh and softly cupped her mound, only for a second, before pulling it away again.
Emma choked on her breath and jerked forward into the crook of Regina's neck and bit down. It was going to happen, she could feel every part of her body tingling. She was already so aroused from Regina's dance, she knew she couldn't take much more, her body twitching and throbbing for release.
Sliding her hand back down between them, up a toned thigh to soaked panties she smirked as Emma jolted at the touch, her eyes growing wide. Slipping two fingers under the fabric of her underwear, she let them caress over Emma's clit.
Biting her lip, Emma did her best to suppress the pleasure rising in her stomach.
"You have no idea how badly I want to taste you again." Regina husked in a lust filled voice, now starting to rub her thumb against Emma's clit as she slipped two fingers easily inside of her.
She moaned out loud, her body starting to quiver as the pleasure moved further up into her core. Oh, oh God. Shit. Regina- stop.." Emma choked out, but it was too late. She soaked Regina's hand, as she wrapped her hands Regina's back, scraping her nails down her body as she came. Holding on for dear life, her hips buck involuntarily at the aftershock, until her breathing returned to normal and she came back down to earth.
Regina's smirk returned to her lips, as her brow raised. She leant back to look Emma in the eye, seeing that they were glazed over in a post-orgasmic daze.
"Did you really you just come already?" She asked with a mix of curiosity and amusement.
Emma blushed and looked away, too embarrassed "Maybe." She murmured softly. "It was hot."
A finger placed under Emma's chin, she turned her gaze back to her, smiling softly before their lips met once more. "I think we should get out of here."
Mary Margaret downed her drink as she watched Emma lead Regina from the club, their fingers entwined and secret smiles playing on her lips. Her hand was shaking and she felt nauseous. Her worst fear had just unfolded in front of her very eyes. In fact it was worse than even she had feared. She had feared seeing her daughter hooking up, but thought of that person being Regina hadn't even crossed her mind. She really was going to be sick. The image burned into her brain, even when she closed her eyes she could see them. The looks, the touches, the kisses. Outside of Storybrooke Regina had no magic, which meant, Emma had control over her actions. She had wanted to kiss Regina. Mary Margaret was sick.
Okay so again this was written after drinking a lot of wine… This is not beta'd (as I'm sure you can tell) If any one is interested in beta-ing any of my OUAT stuff let me know. Okay so the MM scene mhhh I hate, but I can't idk fix it atm for some reason. Maybe I'll rewrite, but atm that's how it'll have to stay.
Also I am now taking prompts and requests for the first time.