The S-Class Mercedes-Benz was parked to the far right of the parking lot, away from any other cars. The Marine hated the idea of any dings or dents in one of her prized possessions, and the thought of someone else's car door swinging open just enough to slam into hers made her shudder.

"Oh, and don't slam the door," the Marine warned.

Emma, still stunned, carefully opened the passenger's side door and slipped into the car, closing it lightly behind her.

"Holy shit," she muttered as the Marine sat down beside her and turned the key in the ignition.

"Yes. It is nice, isn't it?"

The smirk on the woman's face was undeniable, and she did nothing to hide it.

"Yes. Definitely. I don't think I-"

"You've never sat in a car this nice before, huh?"

"Uh... No. I haven't."

"Well," the Marine said, "You're in for a treat then."

If 30 miles per hour over the speed limit constitutes being an excellent driver, the woman operating the automobile was a professional. Of course, this was distracting Emma from fully taking in all the features of the luxurious vehicle as she stared out of the windshield contemplating what were potentially the final moments of her life.

"What?" the woman asked, looking over and seeing the anxious expression on Emma's face. "Not used to driving fast? Yeah... You know what? You look like you'd be a real grandma behind the wheel. Are you?"

"Maybe a little," Emma mumbled, looking out of the passenger's side window and watching the other cars.

"Then you're gonna hate this."

With the pedal pressed against the floor, the Marine passed three cars, then swerved over three lanes before the sailor could blink, cutting off two cars in the process, earning loud honks from the drivers' horns. This only made the woman laugh as she continued to press the pedal to the floor. When they finally took the last exit on the left and got off the highway, the Marine slowed the car to a mere 20 miles per hour over the speed limit, which, at that point, brought Emma great relief.

"How was that, Princess?" the brunette asked, tucking her own hair behind her ear as she looked over at the girl beside her.

"You're insane."

"You're the one who got in a car with a stranger. I think that makes you the crazy one."

"You're the one picking up random girls you don't know at some stupid military ball!" Emma finally snapped.

"Touchy, touchy," the Marine laughed, swerving around a corner onto a bumpy back road.

After a few silent miles, they reached the downtown area of the city, and a few minutes after that, they reached the woman's residence.

"Don't get out," the woman ordered sternly, opening the door on her side and stepping out after grabbing her purse from the back seat.

Before Emma could protest, the Marine was opening the passenger side door to let her out of the car. When Emma stepped out, the woman led her to the front of the house and unlocked the door, allowing the blonde-haired Recruit to enter first. No lights were on in the building, so Emma stayed close to the doorway and waited for the owner to illuminate the hallway.

By the time the lights were on and the door was shut, Emma could feel the sweat on her brow. Just as she was about to attempt to vocalize her reservations about the situation, the phone in her bag rang at full volume.

"Excuse me," Emma said to the brunette, answering the call. "Hey. I'm fine. Yeah. Gonna be late. Can't really talk. I'll be home later."

"Boyfriend?" the Marine asked slyly with a smirk.

"No," Emma confessed. "Parents."

"So do you actually have a boyfriend or not?" the woman pressed.

"Um... Sort of."

"Sort of?"

"Yeah. Sort of."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Why do you care? You brought me here without knowing. Does it make a difference?"

"I suppose it makes a difference in how much I'm going to enjoy breaking you."

Mouth agape, Emma simply responded, "B-Breaking me?"

"Oh, you know... Bending you over that table over there-" she pointed to the dining room table just feet away "-and making you scream."

All the sailor could manage was, "You can't be serious."

"You're not going to say no to me."

In her mind, Emma tried, but what actually came out of her mouth was, "So why me?"

"You're pretty enough, you're shy, and you've clearly never been with a woman before. I enjoy breaking things in."

"And how many have you 'broken in?'" Emma asked hesitantly, wanting to create more space between them but too nervous to move away.

"Oh, plenty. Don't you worry, honey. I'm experienced, and I know how to please a woman."

When Emma turned pale and said nothing, the Marine stepped forward and took her hand.

"Don't be nervous," she said. "I promise you'll enjoy yourself. Oh, and I hate repeating myself, so don't make me ask you this again. Do you have a boyfriend or not?"

"That's none of your damn business."

"Alright, fine then. I'll have fun with you either way."

"Seriously, though, why do you care?"

"I enjoy taking things from other people."

"That's kind of sick," Emma said slowly, staring into the woman's eyes.

"Everyone has their kinks, darling."

The smirk that spread over the Marine's lips intimidated Emma, but she didn't step away.

"And what are your kinks, then?"

"Other than breaking in fresh meat? I don't share those until you've been in my bed twice, which is highly unlikely, since I generally don't like to rinse and repeat with women."

"Fair enough." Emma shrugged her shoulders and looked around, adding, "You have a beautiful house."

"It is beautiful, isn't it?" the Marine agreed, hardly caring that modesty was not among her personal traits.

Something about the woman's confidence made Emma uncomfortable, but she said nothing about this and instead followed the beautiful brunette up the stairs when motioned to do so. When they reached the top of the stairs, the Marine flipped the light switch and guided the girl to the bedroom.

"This is where the magic happens," the woman laughed, looking around the immaculate room.

"I thought you were going to bend me over the table?" Emma teased shyly.

When the sailor bit her lip, the Marine smiled at her and asked, "Would you prefer it that way?"

"No, ma'am."

"That's Sergeant to you, girl," the woman warned. "Don't make me tell you again. Now, get on the bed."

"Y-You're not very good at seduction, are you, Sergeant?" Emma asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed."

"Oh, so that's it," the snide remark came. "You want to be seduced."

"Well, no... It's just that... It's just... It's a bit awkward to... to..."

As she was speaking, the Marine, still in her formal dress uniform from the ball, straddled the girl's lap and looked down into her eyes.

"Don't feel awkward," she replied with sudden calmness and sincerity. "I'm not going to judge you. It's okay to be inexperienced. You're not going to do it wrong."

When Emma's lips parted slightly, the Sergeant kissed her and threaded her fingers through the girl's long blonde hair.

"Let me undress you," the woman whispered.

Only when Emma nodded did the Marine continue. To the girl's surprise, her superior was more gentle than she would have expected, smoothly stroking her skin as she removed each article of clothing until the girl was completely naked.

"Are you still nervous?" the Marine asked softly once she was also without clothes.

Emma nodded, so the woman pulled her closer beneath the sheets, saying, "Don't be," and kissing her lips again.

Not to the Marine's surprise, the night ended with Emma's moans and screams. Just as the girl had recovered, allowed her heart rate to slow, and was about to get out of the bed to gather her clothes, the Sergeant touched her hand.

"Stay."

"I... I can't do that," Emma answered shyly. "My parents will worry."

"Do you always do what mommy and daddy want you to?"

"My mother didn't want me to join the Navy, and I did that anyway."

The Marine sighed.

"It's late. Just stay. I'll bring you home in the morning. I promise."

"It's really alright. I can call a cab."

"Don't be ridiculous! Stay and let me drive you home in the morning."

The fact that the woman was so adamant confused Emma so much so that she finally reluctantly said, "Alright," and laid herself back against the pillows.

"It's a comfortable bed, isn't it?" the Sergeant asked.

"Yes, it is."

After a while, Emma's superior announced, "I've changed my mind."

"Um... About what?"

"I want you to call me Regina."

"Regina," Emma breathed. "That's a beautiful name."

"Don't get all sappy, Swan. It's a ridiculous name, as my mother was a ridiculous woman."

"You can call me Emma," the girl said. "If you'd like."

"That's a pretty name too, you know."

"I thought you said you didn't want to get sappy?" Emma said, finally loosening up enough to laugh softly.

"I am not sappy. I was simply commenting on your parents' choice of a name. Also, it suits you."

"Why?"

"Because you're also very pretty."

"Very pretty? Before you said I was 'pretty enough.'"

"Well, I... Then... I was..."

Emma's lips curled into a smile.

"Thank you, is what I was getting at," she said. After a pause, Emma asked cautiously, "Would it be alright if I kissed you?"

This earned a full laugh from the Marine, who, instead of answering, pressed their lips together slowly.

When they finally pulled away, the brunette - Regina - suggested, "Put your head on my chest?"

Emma complied with the request and shut her eyes as she listened to the woman's heart beat. Regina, clearly content with this, wrapped an arm around her and pulled her just a little closer so that their bodies were pressed together underneath the sheets.

"Are you cold?" the woman asked, causing Emma to shake her head in reply. "Just let me know, okay? I can turn the heat up or get another blanket."

"I'm fine, thank you."

No other words were spoken as the two fell asleep in each other's arms.