A/N: If you're a reader that prefers Regina and Emma, this is not the chapter for you. I'd suggest skipping it. Sorry. But this fic is also about Emma coming into her sexuality, so not every chapter is centered around the main ship. We'll get to Emma and Regina, I promise.
Emma is able to calm herself, as soon as she enters the bedroom. She's no longer on a brink of a panic attack. The tears came and left. She felt stupid now. Crying over something as frivolous as her friend thinking about sex. But Emma knows it's not that simple. She cannot bring herself to formulate the thoughts and admit it to herself.
The party is still in full effect, but she's not in the mood to face the crowd. Or even Regina. Emma walks around Matt's parents room, not really looking for anything, but peering into some drawers. There's a stack of books and magazines by table near the bed, so Emma finds herself on the floor flipping through them.
The bedroom, unexpectedly, opens. A girl, Emma recognizes walks in, swearing to herself. She's a petite blonde, with thick hair brushing against her shoulders. Emma recognizes her costume, Goldielocks. The girl slams the door, but stops abruptly upon seeing Emma.
"Oh shit. I didn't think anyone else was up here." The girl sighs.
"Do you need some space? I can leave." Emma closes the magazine, but the other blonde shakes her head.
"No, umm, you can stay. But do you mind, if I do too? I cannot handle one more second of that disaster."
Emma nods and the girl sits next to Emma, pressing her back against the bed. "What happened?" Emma questions after allowing the girl a minute to breathe.
"It's complicated." She draws her knees underneath her chin. "There's this person. I'm sort of dating them, but not really. I saw them kissing someone. I just...I dunno. It became too much."
"I get that." Emma glances over at her. "Sorry you had to see that though."
"Thanks." The girl extends her hand. "I'm Rose, by the way."
Emma accepts it, briefly shaking hands. "Emma. I think we might have a class together. You look familiar."
Rose eyes Emma for a moment. "Huh. I think you're right. Maybe." She picks up one of the magazines from the stack. "Cosmopolitan?"
Emma lightly chuckles. "Seems Matt's mom is interested in 'how to spice up an ordinary date night.'" She reads one of the subheadings from the magazine. "I didn't know what else to do. The other option was reading a book about President Reagan."
Rose fakes a gag and rolls her eyes. "When pigs fly."
Emma laughs again. "Exactly. They aren't bad though. She filled out some of the quizzes and I've been having a laugh."
"Oh, lemme see!" Rose leans over Emma's shoulder. Emma, involuntarily, inhales a scent of the girl. She smells like cheap beer, a hint of marijuana and then something sweet. Ironically enough, it's actually roses.
"Yeah, okay, so there's this quiz called, "Are your needs fulfilled?" It's safe to say Ms. Matt is not fulfilled." Emma flips to the quiz and points.
Rose lets out a loud laugh. "Oh my God! "Does your man help you reach climax, even after he's finished?" She flat out circled, no. How sad."
"Yeah, but isn't that most guys?" Emma questions.
"Probably, yeah, but not like I care." Rose shrugs, as she reads the rest of the quiz.
Emma furrows her eyebrows, but picks up another magazine. She scoffs loudly, as she starts reading an article. "Listen to this. "If my boyfriend is happy, so am I. What more can a girl want? He comes home from a long day of work and I see him light up, as I put his favorite meal on the table. I do, almost, whatever he wants in the bedroom. It's safe to say, we're both contented with the relationship."
Rose rolls her eyes. "As if! Like I'm going to stay home all day and slave over a stove. That isn't a relationship. It's ownership. I bet, she's never had an orgasm."
"Have you?" The words come out of Emma's mouth without much thought. She's interested in Rose's answer.
Rose glances over at Emma, shocked. "Yeah. I mean, haven't you?"
Emma shakes her head. "No. I've only had sex twice."
"You can have an orgasm without having sex." Rose chuckles.
Emma ponders this for a second then it dawns on her. "Oh. Yeah. I-I've never."
"Seriously?" Rose crosses her legs Indian style. "You should. It's a great way to gain self-confidence. You learn more about yourself too."
Emma blushes, now looking away from Rose. "I'd have to read a lot of Cosmo to figure it out."
"No! It's a lot easier than you think. And after you do then you can tell your partner what you like and don't. Take control of your body, Emma. Trust me. You'll be thanking me." Rose smiles then leans back against the bed.
"S-so...you and that boy? Does he...you know?" Emma avoids Rose's eyes.
Rose faintly laughs, looking up from her magazine. "Can you keep a secret?" Emma easily nods. "She's not a boy."
Emma's eyes widen, suddenly she's seeing Rose differently. Not in a bad way, but it makes sense her attitude toward Cosmopolitan and how overly confident she seems. "Oh. Does anyone else know?"
"No. Only me and her. Now you." Rose chews on her lip. "You're not going to tell though?"
"No. No. I'd never." Emma pauses. "I've actually been...thinking about it."
Rose lifts an inquistive eyebrow. "Yeah? How come? Are you crushing on someone?"
Emma shrugs. "I think so. I dunno. I cannot really decipher it. How'd you know?"
"A game of seven minutes in heaven and some booze. That'll have you knowing in seconds."
"I don't want to flood you with questions, but I've never met anyone whose actually into girls." Emma rubs the back of her neck.
Rose easily smiles. "No! It's fine. I don't mind. What do you wanna know?"
Emma bites her lip. "Well….is it different? Sex with a girl?"
"So. Much. Different." Rose giggles and switches her position, so she's now lying on her back with her feet are propped on the bed. "Boys skip the foreplay. They think two kisses then a little neck action is enough. With a girl, she takes her time, because she understands. I wish guys understood that sex is more than laying atop of me and doing their business." Rose sighs dreamily. "Because with a girl, her mission is to sastify you. She's only thinking about you. It's much different. Not enough words can explain how much different it is."
Emma slowly nods. "Girls are softer too." She rolls her eyes at herself.
Rose giggles, nodding her agreement. "Yes, that too. Do you think your crush likes you back?"
Emma drops her eyes to Rose. "I don't think so. She's got a boyfriend and I'm pining for her." This is the first time Emma admitted, out loud, her feelings for Regina.
"The straightest girls are sometimes the gayest. I'd know." Rose sighs. "You'll get over her. I promise. Because if you don't, then I definitely won't with mine."
"Thank you, but I'm not sure, if I want to get over her." Emma lays next to Rose. "Not yet."
Rose turns on her side to face Emma. "Ah. You're the emotional turmoil type. You like the pain, even though it's killing you." She wipes at the dried tears on Emma's cheek.
"I suppose so. Can't help it. Pain is all I know." Emma barely manages a smile.
Rose's eyes sadden. They search Emma's face. Her fingers are still on Emma's cheek. "Can I kiss you, Emma?"
Emma blinks, but quickly answers. "Yes."
Rose closes the distance between them, softly brushing her lips against Emma's. She taste like cherries and vodka. Emma allows Rose to lead and the girl graciously keeps the kiss soft and gentle. She presses her lips closer to Emma's, but does not rush it. After seconds, Rose slowly pulls away, leaving a flustered Emma. Emma, though red in the face, is not quite ready for the kiss to finish.
Emma crashes her lips against Rose's; this time wasting no time to deepen it. They awkwardly battle for dominance, teeth clashing against teeth, but soon the girls settle into a rhythm. Rose sits up, pulling Emma with her, then crawls into her lap, straddling the girl's thighs. Without much thought, Emma places her hand on Rose's butt, but refrains from groping too much. She feels Rose's lips move down to her neck and Emma tips her head back against the edge of the bed. Her head begins to feel fuzzy, as if, she's down several shots. It's not a bad feeling. Her fingers twitch around Rose, as the girl begins to nip and suck, on spot a below her ear. Emma holds back a moan, but mutters a low, "Fuck." She even feels Rose smile against her skin. It seems like no time passes, as Rose pulls back, looking at Emma with darkened eyes.
"Do you wanna go on the bed?" Rose presses a kiss on Emma's lips.
"S-sure."
The other blonde shifts off Emma's lap, then extends her hand. Rose helps Emma up then stands on her toes to continue kissing her. They fall back against the bed after Rose's knees hit the back of the bed. Emma laughs while pushing Rose's hair from her face. The girl smiles softly at Emma. She repositions herself back on Emma's lap. Rose zips her dress down and tugs it off her body, tossing it aside. Emma sits up, running her hands down the length of her torso. She's not sure how she knows what to do, but Emma suddenly kisses between Rose's breasts then up to her collarbone, before lacing kisses on her neck.
Rose grinds her hips down in response to Emma's kisses. Her hands travels to untie Emma's robe then pushes it off her shoulders. Emma craves to ask Rose to touch her more, but the words cannot form. Rose reads her mind though. She pushes her hand underneath Emma's tank top, fingers delicately tracing the lines of Emma's faint abs. She tugs on the hem of the shirt, which Emma understands. The girl lifts the shirt over her head. Rose wastes no time as her fingers reach behind Emma to unclasp her bra.
She kisses on Emma's shoulder and neck. "Is this okay?" Rose asks once the bra opens.
Emma can only nod. She pulls her straps down and off her shoulders. The bra ends up on a chair. Rose pushes Emma down against the bed. Emma releases a soft grunt. The girl on her, bites her lip, eyes full of lust, as she eyes Emma. She leans down, Emma's expecting another kiss, but instead Rose kiss near Emma's nipple. Emma's not sure how it happens, but Rose's tongue darts across her nipple, then lightly sucks on it. She arches into Rose's mouth, moaning loudly. Her fingers curl in the blonde's hair, softly tugging with each stroke and ministration. Rose presses kisses back up to Emma lips. She slows down the kiss, but introduces her tongue.
Her hands begin to unbutton Emma's shorts. Rose yanks them off of Emma's hip, letting them rest on her knees. She whispers against Emma's lips, "I want to make you feel good."
Emma nips Rose's lip in response. "Please."
Rose hums, as she dips her hand into Emma's underwear, causing the girl to lift her hips. "You have to tell me what you want then."
She cups Emma's sex, grinding her hand against Emma's clit. It's a quick and haste motion, only teasing her. Emma grips the sheets with her fingers, circling her hips to feel more. A soft cry of pleasure escapes her. She needs more.
"What do you want, Emma?" Rose mutters near Emma's ear.
"Y-you." Emma throatly whispers.
Rose chuckles, her breath tickling Emma's neck. Emma pouts, because she does not think, it's funny. She's not sure what else to say, but it seems enough for Rose. "Okay, baby." She proceeds to switch her hand with one finger, expertly massaging Emma's clit. Emma moans her appreciation. It does not take her long to feel a pressure building up. Then suddenly it hits her. She's tugging on the sheets, her back arched, and her screams muffled in the pillow. Rose only stops her circular motions once Emma pleads, no more.
Emma's breathing turns hallow. She pushes some hair off her face. "So...that's an orgasm…"
Rose laughs lightly and kisses Emma's cheek. "You tell me."
"I think so. Comsopolitan did not prepare me for that."
"Ha. Then maybe I should write for them." Rose lays next to Emma. She rests a hand on Emma's stomach, then places her cheek over it. "You're okay though?"
Emma nods swiftly, propping an arm underneath her head. "Oh my gosh. Yeah, I'm perfect. That was...wow."
Rose blushes. "Thank you. You were really hot moaning my name."
"Yeah?" Emma smirks, suddenly feeling overly confident. "But I bet you'll sound even hotter."
"Only one way to find out." Rose giggles then presses a kiss to Emma's stomach.
Emma sits at the island while David and her silently eat their cereal. David is reading the newspaper and Emma, the newest edition of Deadpool. She came home exactly at 12, but surprisingly enough, David was already home. He sat on the couch, watching TV. He invited Emma to watch, which she gladly accepted. She ended up falling alseep, because Emma woke up in the middle of the night with the TV off and a blanket thrown over her.
The remainder of her night with Rose went surprisingly well. Emma was right, Rose did sound hot, moaning her name. She shocked herself, how easy it was to please the other blonde. Sort of felt natural. Rose, even, complimented her on her first time. It's not like Emma needed it. She knew. They remained in the room, exchanging between making out and talking. Emma did not know, if she'd see Rose again. Rose never brought it up. They got dressed around 11:30 and parted into two directions. Emma ended up, finding Ruby smoking with the potties, and sitting on Killian's lap. Isabelle, Killian's latest girl, did not seem to happy about that. She slapped Killian and said, he might as well have kissed Ruby.
As they left the party, Emma spotted Regina in a corner with Daniel, either kissing or whispering something near his ear. The boy help a tight grip on her ass. Emma felt a wave of jealousy hit her, which Ruby noticed. Her friend pulled her away from the scene, which Emma is internally grateful for. She did not tell Ruby or Killian about Rose. Not because she's ashamed, but because she believed in keeping her promise. Emma told Rose no one would find out she's gay. She intended to let it stay that way.
David sleepily walks to the sink, placing his bowl in it. He stretches and yawns loudly, scratching his chest through his shirt. Emma laughs quietly. The man prepares a pot of coffee before addressing Emma. "Do you have a Christmas list, Emma?"
Emma furrows her eyebrows. Her spoon stops at her lips. "Uh, a what?"
"Christmas list. What you want me to get you for Christmas." David pulls two mugs down from the cabinet.
"No." Emma curiously eyes David. "Most foster parents just gave us like $20 bucks."
David frowns. "Not even stocking stufferes? I'm a Christmas guy. You'll come to help me pick out the tree and decorate the apartment."
"Okay." Emma finally drops her spoon. "So, you're like serious about this Christmas list?"
"Hells yeah. You can put whatever you want, but prioritize what you want most. Cause I don't know, if I can get all of them."
"I don't really want anything. Maybe some new pencils for art class."
David scoffs, turning to properly face Emma. "Yeah, right. Come on, Emma. I know this is new for you, but can you try?"
Emma pushes her spoon around, eyeing the few floating cheerios. "Sure. When do you need the list?"
"Christmas is in three weeks, so maybe by this Wednesday. So I can have time to put off shopping then wrap the gifts."
This causes Emma to genuinely laugh. "Wednesday then." She scratches her head. "Do I need one for you too?"
"No, no. You get me whatever. I'm forced to like the presents." David offers Emma a smile.
"That's not fair. What if I got you socks?"
"Hey! I actually need socks. You're a natural." David crosses over to the other side of the counter and awkwardly pats Emma's hand. "I'll love whatever you get me."
Emma smiles at the gesture and David's words. He's such an awkward guy, but plays it off well. David is sincere and kind. Emma knows he means well. She'll have to get him the perfect presents. She needs to show him how much she appreciates him and making her feel welcomed and at home.