"What are you doing?" Emma asked after the cup of tea in the end of the meal was taken off her table.
"Working" Regina answered with her 'duh' tone attached.
"Obviously but why so much? What do you do?"
Still filling out a chart with her pen while looking at the data in front of her, Regina answered.
"Business"
Emma rolled her eyes at that.
"Saying you're in business is like asking someone what he likes to eat and his answer would be food."
When Regina showed no signs of answering Emma huffed.
"You know what? Never mind" she grabbed her earphones and stuck them forcefully in her ears. She plugged them into her IPod and turned the volume up.
She sunk in her chair and stared ahead.
She could feel Regina's eyes on her but you know what, Emma has been more than polite but Regina doesn't seem interested in talking to her. Alright then, she thinks to herself, no talking.
She turned back to scanning plane, in her awfully judgmental game. But who cares right? It's not like she says it out loud anyway.
She catches a glimpse of a tailored man, probably in his late 50's. Alternating between him and the blonde Barbie, sitting one next to the other, she decides they're a couple. Or he is her sugar daddy, but whatever, same story. Much to her delight the woman places a hand on his shoulder a whispers in his ear. Score.
She turns to look back and spots a group of kids, desperately begging to be let in.
She turns back ahead and mouths a curse. Damn her and her stupid stomach.
Giving up on everything else, she gets back to her notebook. She stares mindlessly at her newly scribbled words, trying to see if there's anything to add or remove. But it seems just fine and Emma finds herself throwing the notebook at the table and picking up her phone.
She turns it on and presses the 'Flight mode' button. She connects to the airplane's Wi-Fi network and her phone start buzzing with endless notifications.
After twitting 'I hate planes' she turns to reply to several highly popular/boosted tweets and after that she scrolls mindlessly through Instagram, liking random pictures.
She stops on a picture of a young woman. She looks probably in her early twenties, with light brown hair, blue eyes and plum lips. She smiles, her teeth pearly white while she stands in a bikini next a surfboard.
Emma bites her lip as her eyes jump all over the screen. This girl is hot. Emma doesn't remember following her but she is certainly happy for it now.
She goes into her page, oblivious to the chocolate eyes following her every move.
Emma likes that specific picture and she immediately presses the massage button.
EmmaSwanLive- Hey :)
She goes out of the app, hoping this girl would reply quickly. Talking to a pretty girl is always a nice way to pass the time and since the other pretty girl she met isn't really interested in talking, well it leaves Emma no choice.
She takes her earphones off when her phone buzzes with a reply. She smiles and opens it immediately.
SarahR_1- Hi!
EmmaSwanLive- How are you?
SarahR_1- I'm good, wow I just… Yeah I'm good :D
Emma chuckles and quickly types a reply.
EmmaSwanLive- Awesome, well I'm here on a plane, bored out of my mind and I wandered maybe this pretty girl could help me pass the time ;)
Her fingers drumming on the handles of the chair while she waits for a reply.
SarahR_1- Sure. I think we should move to a different platform tohugh… Do you happen to have WhatsApp?
EmmaSwanLive- I do! I think we might be the only Americans who do…
SarahR_1- Haha yeah, probably… well my number is 732-159-2923, add me :)
Emma pats herself on the shoulder, she didn't even have to be the one suggesting exchanging phone numbers. She copies the number and adds it under the name 'SarahR hot chick'.
"Seriously?" she jumps in her place and quickly places a hand on her heart.
"Jesus, you scared me" she chastises the brunette, who apparently had enough.
"Why are you doing this?" she points towards the phone.
"I'm bored" Emma shrugs "And you don't want to talk to me so…"
Regina purses her lips at that. "So you harass a poor girl?"
"I didn't harass her," Emma scoffs "I merely talked to her"
"And where you were getting with it?" Regina folds her hands, her face all judgmental like.
"Talking, and I dunno, maybe some pictures- wait why are you judging me? You're not my mother." She exclaims, placing her phone down.
"Damn right I'm not, I'm not nearly as old to be one." She looks offended by that thought and Emma snorts.
"And talking about mothers, where is yours? She should teach you some manners" Regina lectures with a coked eyebrow.
Emma deflates at that.
"I wouldn't know," she points towards herself "foster kid."
The brunette's eyes go round "I apologies I didn't know-"
"That's okay"
They go quiet for a while.
"Look," Regina's sigh breaks the silence "Would you drop that conversation if I talk to you?"
Emma chews her lip in contemplation. Eventually, she relents.
"Fine, I'll drop it. But you don't have to talk to me, I know you're not really keen on doing that." She shrugs and looks to the other way.
"Why would you say that?"
Emma gestures to the both of them, then to her lap-top and lifts her eyebrow in a challenging manner.
"I guess you could say I'm not a very social person" Regina admits uncomfortably.
"And you think that I am?" she asks incredulously, has the woman missed the entire fan incident?
"Well, at least you attempted making a conversation with me." She reasons.
"But that's because I like you-" she claps her mouth shut when she realizes what she just said. She can feel her cheek warming up and she clears her throat, trying to look as nonchalant as possible.
Regina smirks in return "Oh you do?"
When Emma doesn't answer she leans forward and whispers "And what makes you think I'm gay?" she lifts her eyebrow, enchanting Emma who's even more enamored by her from up-close
"Err, you can always pray for the invisible femme syndrome" she says and then her brain catches up "Wait how did you know I was g-"
"Gay?" Regina fills in for her and Emma nods "Firstly, the whole chick thing on your phone and the way you dress."
When Emma frowns in response, she elaborates "You dress like the girl I used to dabble with at college."
Emma draws a sharp intake of air "So you are into…" she motions with her hands, creating an hourglass shape in the air.
Regina chuckles throatily "I didn't say that," she smirks "I might like the male-" she looks to her crotch and back up at Emma suggestively.
"Oh I have many of those" she quickly says, smirking. A sexy banter is something she can handle, especially now that Regina seems to cooperate. "I have all type of sizes and colors, just take your pick." She smiles coyly and Regina shakes her head.
"Aren't you a charmer?"
Emma smiles broadly at that, dimples and all and Regina matches her smile with one of her own.
Fuck, is all Emma can think of when Regina reveals pearly white teeth. Enamored by how her face lit up at that, she coaxes.
"Well?"
"You seem to be the 'one time thing' type of girl." She points out, successfully dodging the question.
"Well that's only because I can't be around them more than that" she says defensively "their like cardboards intelligence wise."
"And I'm not?" she asks rhetorically but Emma nods nonetheless "So I'm hot and intelligent?" she asks teasingly, daring Emma to say otherwise .
"I'd have to check under those clothes to confirm that" she says cheekily and Regina tilts her head back and laughs.
"And what if I don't enjoy that" she counters and Emma snorts.
"Oh you would, believe me"
Regina shakes her head.
"Well, it's all theoretical anyway, you don't even know me"
"Then tell me something about you"
"Like what"
"I don't know, where you live, what you do." She shrugs and quickly adds "And Business doesn't qualify as an answer"
"I live in New York City and I'm a lawyer"
"Alright, I split my time between Manhattan and LA and you already know what I do for living."
Regina frowns "No I don't, I know that you're famous, that doesn't qualify as an answer" she smirks after using Emma's sentence against her. Shaking her head at the retort, Emma elaborates.
"I'm a songwriter and singer and I occasionally act as well."
"I see" Regina's face turn serious "Sing something to me"
"No!" Emma quickly refuses, embarrassed.
"Why not? It's your job isn't it?"
"Well yeah but-"
"But what?"
Emma turns to look around them. It's a daytime flight but still, numerous people are currently sleeping.
"Not here"
Regina nods "Alright then, tell me something else?"
Emma scratches the back of her neck, trying to think of other things to tell.
"Err, I'm a foster kid as you already know, gay as you already assumed and I hate being famous but love my job. That's it I guess."
Regina tilts her head "I'm sure there's more to you than that sentence."
"Nah, not really. What about you?"
"As I've said before, I'm a lawyer and a pretty successful one if I might add, I work too much and also have love/hate relationship with my work. Oh and I wish I was a foster kid." She adds smiling and Emma chuckles.
"Ouch" she replies and Regina hums in agreement "Tough family?"
"I guess you could say that. Pressuring."
"For?"
"Well everything really but mainly about marriage and family." She makes a dismissing motion with her hand and makes a face.
"Why? How old are you?"
"Emma!" she exclaims and the blonde shrugs in response.
"What?"
"You don't ask a lady of her age" Regina chastises and Emma rolls her eyes at that.
"Oh come on, this rule is targeted to old-looking women over forty and you are not old-looking nor over forty."
Regina huffs in return "Fine, I'm not. I'm over thirties though."
"You see, when you say that all I can think about is a 39 year old woman who desperately tries to stay in that category."
Regina's face contort in displeasure.
"Fine, I'm 36"
"Well, you got plenty of time, they should get off your back."
"How old are you?"
"24"
"Aww, a baby" Regina mocks and Emma scowls.
"Oh really? Come with me to the bathroom and then we'll see about a baby."
"Not everything is about sex Emma" she scolds but her eyes flee to the bathroom door for a quick second regardless.
"Fine, listen to one of my songs and then call me a baby" she retorts. Suddenly not in the mood to keep the conversation going she picks the blanket she threw on the floor earlier and covers herself with it.
"I think I'm going to take a nap" she says and turns her back to Regina.
"What wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm just tired" she mumbles while draping the blanket over her head. All of a sudden it's completely pulled off her and turns to see Regina holding onto it.
"Give it back" she commands.
"Tell me what's wrong"
"Nothing is wrong." She goes for the blanket but Regina sees it coming and pulls in further away, out of Emma's reach.
"So why did you shut off all of a sudden?"
"I didn't shut off"
"Yeah tell me more lies" Regina responds sarcastically.
"Fine," Emma huffs angrily "I just realized you look at me as a child"
"I was merely joking"
"I know but still, you don't see me as a grown up woman."
"And?" Regina furrows her eyebrow, clearly not following.
"You don't see me as a potential- ugh, forget it."
"What?" Regina presses "Girlfriend?"
"Well, at some point, yeah" Emma glances to the side, she is not enjoying having this conversation. Realizing she was merely entertainment for Regina while she was more and more intrigued by the brunette bumped her out.
"Emma" Regina sighs.
"No it's fine, I get it." She charges forward abruptly, leaning on Regina's chair handle to reach to the blanket. She manages to grasp but ends up in Regina's personal space. She gasps silently at how incredibly gorgeous Regina is from up-close. Her eyes cascade down to her lips, delighted by the scar they find on the upper lip.
She tugs the blanket but Regina doesn't let go of it.
"Give it" she says mere inches from Regina and they lock eyes and it's so intimate that Emma has to fight the urge to run.
"No" Regina answers defiantly.
"Regina" she warns and the brunettes challenging eyes meets with hers again.
"What are you going to do about it?" she teases and Emma's eyebrows shot to her hairline.
"Do you really want to find out?" she threatens while tugging the blanket again to no avail, Regina doesn't let go.
"Watch it, I might do something bold" she tries again but Regina doesn't budge.
She licks her lips and glances down to look at Regina's. They look so kissable, it's insane. She leans forward, almost closing the distance completely. But she loses her nerves at the last minute and she slouches back in her chair, missing Regina's disappointed expression.
"You know what, keep it" she mumbles sadly and turns away from her again.
To be continued…
Ugh! I know, frustrating! But as I've said in the first chapter it's a three-part series, things just can't fit perfectly, we need some friction. I hope you enjoyed their little banter, I definitely enjoyed writing it. The next part will be the last one for this story and soon after (I'll write a specific date next time) the second story of the series will be uploaded.