The walk to the party was somehow awkward, none of them knowing what to say or do as they headed to the pool. It wasn't that they were uncomfortable around each other, no. It was just that now, everything was different. They didn't know how to do this, Regina having practically forgotten how to date someone— she had to admit it, she now was way more nervous than when she had dated Robin— and Emma realizing that she felt more attracted to Regina than to any man she had dated before. Not just her looks, which here stunning now that the sun was setting and the light was becoming dim, but also her personality. Regina was strong, but independent. At some point, Emma had realized that all her male boyfriends had always tried to protect her too much. To a point, that she was tired of being thought as hopeless— and of having them around her trying to protect her from the forces of evil that kept attacking Storybrooke. When will all that end… Then it hit her, it was the first time that she dated a woman. But not just that, she was finally dating someone who was so different and similar to her, someone who clicked with her without any effort.
"Oh look, there's the party." the blonde woman spoke in a soft voice, turning to look at Regina and then offering her her hand. Regina rolled her eyes and let out a chuckle, taking it as they ascended the three steps. The caribbean music was loud, but not so loud that people would not be able to hear what the other person was saying. With leis made of fresh flowers, two of the local employees— a girl in her twenties and an older woman of small smile and bright blue eyes. If there was something that Regina loved about this resort, it was the fact that it combined traditional commercial purposes without it being disrespectful to the actual culture of the locals. In fact, it actually had gained popularity for being a place where to have fun and learn about the culture at the same time— that had made it for the brunette. "Thank you." Emma thanked the employee with a smile and put the lei on before turning to Regina. "A drink?"
"Yes." the woman smiled and started to walk to the bar, watching the bartenders prepare cocktails of many different colors and serve them to the assistants to the party. There were people of all ages, most of them the usual kind of couple that celebrated their anniversary with a trip to an exotic country. People already danced in a dance floor near the pool, while others simply sat on the tables that occupied the space where a row of lounge chairs had been during the day. It looked fun, much to Emma's surprise. They sat down on two stools, Regina crossing her legs and displaying a large expanse of skin from her knee to her thigh— what caused a man to turn around and check her out. Emma, too busy turning to the bartender and asking for a beer and a pineapple cocktail for the brunette. Smiling, she turned to the brunette. "It's good you came with us." she started, smiling at her. "With the whole Hook situation, having to spend the holidays with my parents…"
"It would have been hell, I know." Regina nodded and sighed. "I needed to get away from Storybrooke after what happened with Robin." she shrugged, dismissing the trail of thoughts before reaching for the cocktail and taking a sip. "Oh, strong. Trying to get me drunk, Miss Swan?" she teased before giving another gulp. Emma chuckled and took a gulp of her beer before leaning closer to the brunette.
"Maybe. I'll tell you after you've drank the third." the woman laughed.
It was then when a man approached them from behind, wearing a hawaiian shirt and too much hair gel for any of the woman's likings. He was a tall man, with dark skin and brown eyes. He held a beer in his hands. "Well hello, ladies." he grinned, wrapping his arm around Regina's shoulders. "Having fun tonight?"
"Until you came here, yes." the older woman muttered, not being heard by the man. Rasing her voice, she turned to look at the man, trying to free herself from the man's uncomfortable hug. "And you are?"
"I'm Haulani, the man who is gonna take one of you to the dancefloor and teach her to dance like only hawaiian people do. But you can call me Hau, baby." he spoke. If he was really trying to flirt, he was not doing a good job— Regina was already feeling the need to vomit. He looked at both of them with a questioning look, maybe waiting for them to start fighting about who would dance with him. "So?" he started, his flashing smile slowly starting to disappear. Rolling her eyes, Regina stood up and finally freed herself, cocktail in her hand as she walked to Emma and turned her face to him.
"Sadly for you, nor me or my wife is interested in you or your dance lessons, Hau." she spoke, taking Emma's hand and tugging from it. The blonde raised a brow with amusement, the word wife making her smirk. Standing up, she took her beer and nodded, wrapping her arm around the other's hips and licking her lips. The shorter woman smiled and turned to look at her eyes, her brown eyes finding green confident eyes. "Let's go, honey." she husked, heading to the dance floor — leaving the man standing next to the counter with his mouth hanging open.
"Wife?" Emma chuckled, turning to face the woman and giving a last gulp to her beer before leaving it on an empty table behind them. Looking into Regina's eyes again, she smirked. "And honey?" she added, watching the other take a last sip of the drink and do the same as hers before wrapping her arms around Emma's neck and starting to move their hips together. The DJ, which none of them had realized was on a side of the pool until then, changed to slow music now, making them start swaying their hips slowly. "Not that I'm going to complain, but it's our first date."
"Sometimes you have to put a fake ring on your date before a hawaiian dance teacher steals her."
They spent most of the night like that, getting drinks and dancing while talking about everything and nothing. Hook, Robin, Regina's birthday, going to the beach with Henry the next day again. By the time the clock struck one in the morning, they had had a few drinks and planned at least five different escapades to the beach— just the two of them. Emma wasn't sure if going skinny dipping had been a joke or not, but a part of her was thrilled. Minute after minute, the assistants to the party started to go to their rooms and bungalows, including the Hau and the few more men that had approached them. There had been a point where Emma had groaned a 'fuck off' to a blond man who had tried to interrupt them as they slowly ground their hips against the other. Regina sighed against Emma's shoulder. "We should go to the bungalow, Emma." she whispered. "Henry and your parents must be already there."
"Yeah." the blonde agreed. A part of her did not want to leave, wanting to spend the whole night like this with Regina— having her arms around the woman felt way better than being hugged by Hook— but she also wanted to see what would happen once they crossed the door of their shared bedroom. She wondered if thinking they would have sex was going too fast, knowing that they both still needed their hearts to heal. Taking Regina's hand, they made their way back to the wooden house in silence. It was so calm, Emma thought, noticing as she heard the sea in front of them and the crickets around the paths. By the time they reached the house, Regina was calmly caressing Emma's knuckles with her thumb. "Well, here we are."
"Yeah…" the other's voice was low, almost a whisper, but full of lust. Where that had come from, Emma did not know— Regina was really good at hiding her feelings, it seemed. Before the savior could speak, Regina's hands were on her neck again, pulling her close and into a deep kiss. Emma's eyes went wide, but soon she closed them— enjoying their first kiss as much as she could. She found herself pushing the woman against the wall, hands going to her hips and starting to untie the green piece of fabric. Regina moaned, tongues seeking each other's and brushing together. "I need you, Emma, I—"
"I've had a lot of fun tonight, Emma." Regina's voice took her out of her thoughts, making her inhale sharply as she realized that the woman was crossing the door of the bungalow and entering the living room. She had been imagining that, she realized. Sighing, she walked in too and headed to Henry's bedroom, checking that he was asleep before walking in their bedroom. "Thank you." the brunette was undressing, a short nightgown on the bed.
"You're welcome." she smiled and walked to the bed, taking off her clothes too. "You're a really good dancer."
"Once you know how to waltz with a king, everything else is easy."
"You'll have to teach me then."
"Someday."
"Is that a promise?"
"Take me on a second date, and it will."
To be continued!