Day Two: MILF

Rated M for language and sexual innuendos.

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"Hey, babe!" Emma called from their closet. She was currently trying to locate her dark blue button down shirt…unsuccessfully.

"Yes, dear?" she heard Regina call back from downstairs.

"Have you seen my dark blue button down?" Emma yelled as she tore through the racks of the walk-in closet.

"I borrowed it a few nights ago. It should be on your side!" came Regina's reply.

"Thanks, babe, that was helpful," she muttered under her breath. "Not like I haven't tore through my side of the—oh there it is." Emma pulled it from the rack and slipped it on. She began buttoning it up just as Regina entered the bedroom. "Henry head off with my parents?"

"He is already on his way with the Charmings," Regina replied as she approached her girlfriend. She stopped Emma's hands from finishing their journey and eyed the blonde. "And now I have you all to myself."

Emma grinned before leaning in and capturing Regina's lips in a searing kiss. She was thankful the brunette hadn't put her lipstick on just yet. She really didn't want to spend fifteen minutes in the bathroom trying to scrub the red color from her mouth—even though it would have been worth it.

"Date night is officially a go," Emma muttered against Regina's mouth. "And after we are finished with our meal and we come home…" she trailed off as she placed kisses down the side of Regina's neck.

"Mhmm," Regina encouraged, tilting her head to the side to give Emma more access.

"I am going to have my way with you," the blonde breathed in Regina's ear. She smirked as she felt her shiver slightly and lightly bit her earlobe.

Regina let out a moan and gently pushed Emma away from her. "You are not supposed to get me worked up before our date."

"Only after?" Emma asked, playing dumb.

Regina rolled her eyes but smirked nonetheless. "You will be the death of me, Emma Swan." She turned and headed into the master bathroom to apply her lipstick.

"But what a way to go," Emma said dreamily. She heard Regina's scoff and lightly chuckled as she finished buttoning her shirt.

When they were both ready, they headed downstairs and exited the house, making their way to Regina's Benz.

"One of these days you will let me take you on a date in the bug."

"I am not going on a date in that metal coffin on wheels," Regina fired back as she rounded the car to her side, opening the door and sliding into her seat.

Emma followed suit, and when the door closed she replied, "You will go on a date with me in the bug and you will like it."

Regina rolled her eyes.

"Come on," Emma whined as Regina backed the car out of the driveway. "You just have to give her a chance!"

Regina rolled her eyes again.

That's when Emma decided to break out the big guns. Slowly, her bottom lip began to protrude and her eyes widened slightly.

"No," Regina began, "Emma, no. Absolutely no pouting."

"But, Reginaaaaa," she whined, leaning over in her seat so her pout was un-ignorable.

Regina sighed and glanced at her girlfriend. "You're too cute for your own good." She glanced back at the road. "Fine. I will go on one date with you in the death trap."

Emma fist pumped in triumph.

They spent the rest of the short drive discussing Henry and his upcoming schedule for the week. Now that he was becoming more regularly involved in extracurricular activities at school, they had to make sure that someone was available to pick him up and take him wherever he needed to go.

They pulled into the restaurant parking lot a few minutes later, happy to see that the place was fairly busy. It was a French restaurant, Lumiere's, and had always done well in Storybrooke since it was the town's only "fancy" restaurant.

Emma figured they spent enough time eating at Granny's—and as much as she loved Regina's cooking, she wanted her girlfriend to have a nice meal that she didn't have to prepare herself.

There was also no way Emma would be able to cook for Regina, considering that she was incapable of boiling spaghetti without setting it on fire.

They stepped out of the Benz and made their way to the entrance, their fingers lacing together out of habit.

"Madame Mayor, Sheriff," Cogsworth greeted at the door.

"Cogsworth," the two women replied as they stepped inside.

"Your table is ready whenever you are," Cogsworth said with a smile.

"Thanks, I think we are going to have a drink at the bar first though," Emma replied.

"Not a problem, ladies. Have a seat at the bar and whenever you're ready for your table just come and find me."

They thanked him again and made their way to the bar. The bar had a cozy atmosphere—tall mahogany chairs sat in front of a mahogany and granite bar while soft lighting filled the space.

Emma pulled out Regina's chair for her. "After you, m'lady."

"So chivalrous."

"Well, I am the savior," Emma said seriously as she hopped up on her stool.

"And I am still a Queen. So, it's only right you pull my chair out for me," Regina fired back, her eyebrow arching in challenge.

"Oh, is that so?" Emma grinned as she leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her girlfriend's lips.

"Mhmm."

"What can I get you ladies to drink?" the bartender asked, a smirk on his face as the women pulled back.

"I'll take a whiskey sour," Emma replied.

"I will have a glass of merlot."

The bartender nodded and went about fixing their drinks.

"You look beautiful, by the way," Emma said seriously as she gave Regina a once over. "Not that you don't always. But, you look really beautiful tonight."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Sheriff," Regina replied with a grin. "You clean up quite nicely yourself. Although, I did prefer the shirt unbuttoned." She winked.

The bartender sat their drinks in front of them and Emma reached for hers. "When we get home, you can do whatever you want to the buttons. Just make sure you magic it back together."

Regina rolled her eyes. "It was one time that I was unable to fix your shirt…yet you keep bringing it up."

"It was my favorite shirt!" Emma defended.

Regina groaned. "It was one time, last year. Let it go."

Emma sat back in her seat and pouted. "You don't even care."

Regina eyed her girlfriend. "I drove all over town and looked everywhere online to find you a replacement. I really did try to find you another one."

Emma's eyes softened. "Just make sure this one doesn't end up transcending realms."

"Just be glad I didn't accidentally transcend you to another realm," Regina replied seriously.

"You would have found me."

"Don't say it."

"Because you will always find me," Emma finished with a pleased grin. She leaned over and kissed Regina on the cheek. She could see the soft smile playing on Regina's lips. "You're a mushy softy at heart, don't deny it."

Regina merely rolled her eyes before she took a sip of her wine.

"Evening, ladies," a man greeted as he took a seat at the bar next to Regina.

"Good evening," the two women replied.

"This place is packed tonight," the man said before placing his order with the bartender. "Glad to see that Lumiere is having such a good turnout. This place is a gold mine."

"Well, when we only have Granny's, Lumiere's, and two takeout places, it is easy to make a killing," Regina replied with a light chuckle.

"That and the food is great. That's essential," Emma added before she stood up. "I'll be back, I'm going to run to the restroom."

Regina nodded and watched as Emma walked away. Her eyes remained trained on the Sheriff's ass until she disappeared from sight.

"So, what brings you out tonight? I'm John, by the way." John held out his hand.

"Regina." Regina shook his hand before replying, "It is date night tonight."

"Oh, Mayor Mills! I didn't recognize you without the power pantsuit," John said with a chuckle. "Date night, huh? That's nice. Do you usually get out for date nights? Or are they hard to come by with your busy schedule?"

"They are tricky to schedule sometimes. Between mine and Emma's schedules it can be a challenge. Not to mention there's our son."

"A son? Madame Mayor, I've lived in this town since you brought us all here and I was never aware that you had a son," John said surprised. "But if you don't mind my saying, you look fantastic."

Regina arched an eyebrow. "Well, Emma is the one who birthed him."

John waved his hand. "Doesn't matter. The point is you made it through motherhood looking like a million dollars."

"Well, thank you, John."

"And, if you don't mind my saying, you are definitely a MILF."

Regina's eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "A MILF?"

John nodded.

"What is that?"

John let out a chuckle. "MILF? You really don't know?"

Regina shook her head.

"A mother I'd like to fuck," John said seriously, his eyebrows wiggling slightly.

Regina was about to say something when Emma appeared. She hadn't seen the blonde approaching, but judging from the look on her face she had heard John's comment…and she was not pleased.

"I'm sorry, did you just call my girlfriend a MILF?" Emma asked as she widened her stance slightly and crossed her arms.

John chuckled. "Well she is. In fact, I would say you are as well." He ogled Emma a moment.

The Sheriff's eyes widened at the nerve.

"If you two were up for it…I would be more than happy to service you ladies. I mean, you must miss certain aspects of being with a man."

Emma looked like she was ready to break his nose, so Regina intervened. "First and foremost, John, Emma and I do not want nor require your 'services.' We are also offended that anything we did gave you the impression that we would want to sleep with you. We are also offended that we somehow gave you the impression that we would be comfortable with you saying something that vile to us. Now, we are going to go to our table and if I so much as even suspect you eyeing our backsides when you walk away, I will incinerate you." Regina stood and began moving toward the foyer to find Cogsworth.

"What she said. And, I should punch you in the throat," Emma added before turning and following her girlfriend.

"Did he look?" Regina asked.

"Nope. Actually, I'm pretty sure all the color drained from his face after your eloquent threat."

"Good."

Cogsworth led them to their table.

"You know, you're really sexy when you get all scary like that. Like, mark me down as scared and horny. I like when you defend me."

Regina took her seat and eyed Emma with a loving smile. "I love that you find me threatening people sexy." She chuckled.

"Everything you do is sexy."

Regina blushed a little.

"And also adorable."

"No," Regina stated, her blush intensifying.

"Mhmm, now stop disagreeing with me and look at your menu. I'm starving!"

Emma's back slammed into the bedroom door, shutting it in the process. Regina's lips were locked on her own, as the brunette's hands tangled themselves in Emma's hair. The blonde moaned as her hands trailed down Regina's back before coming to rest on her ass.

"Bed," Regina said after she broke away for some air.

"Question," Emma began as Regina pulled her to the bed.

"No talking," Regina commanded. She tugged on Emma's arm as her legs hit he bed, pulling the blonde down on top of her and becoming a mass of tangled limbs.

Emma nibbled on Regina's neck before lightly biting and sucking. She heard a hiss escape Regina's lips and she grinned against her soft skin. "Can I ask my question?"

Regina groaned as she gently pulled Emma's head back by her hair. "What?"

"Am I allowed to call you a MILF?" Emma asked with a grin before she lightly nipped Regina's jaw.

Regina sighed. "Why do you want to call me a MILF?"

Emma shrugged. She leaned down and sucked Regina's bottom lip between her own, her teeth biting it before her tongue quickly soothed. "I don't know. I just think it's kind of sexy to call you a MILF. Because you are the mother of my son and I would like to fuck you."

Regina couldn't help but smirk. Her legs locked around Emma's waist and she quickly flipped their positions. She placed her hands on either side of Emma's head and eyed her, her smirk widening into a grin. "Well, I will allow it from you." She initiated a searing kiss that left Emma breathless. She stopped and pulled back slightly. "Because you are the mother of my son, and I would very much like to fuck you now."

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

"Pants off, Savior."