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Chapter 4: Unexpected
Emma POV
Emma made her way out of The Planet wearing just a trench coat over her dance outfit, with most of her makeup wiped from her face. Although worn-out, the blonde felt herself walk to her car with a bounce in her step, her body still moving to the music and blood burning from all her emotions. Exhilarated by all the tips she had made tonight, Emma vaguely decided to reward herself tomorrow.
As she put her hand on her yellow beetle, Emma heard some very offensive words being exchanged. She paused, her head cocking to one side. That voice, she could never mistake. Regina.
Emma turned to where the bickering was coming from, her green eyes seeking out Regina's form.
The brunette was standing there, slightly swaying, as she used her death glare on a man she towered over. The man, dressed in a leather biker jacket with tattoos running down his arms, attempted to grab Regina, who struggle to push his weight away.
Emma took a step forward, in disbelief and anger. Who was messing with Regina?
The assaulter said something in a low, menacing voice and Emma wasn't able to overhear.
However, she did hear Regina growl, "Bring it on you fucking dwarf!" Even in her drunken stupor, the brunette was able to lash out her haughty eat-shit tone.
The blonde felt herself moving quicker to Regina's Mercedes Benz where the two fighting adults stood.
Emma was close enough to smell the man's cheap cologne wafting in the air when she saw Regina's body slam into the black Benz with a muffled thud.
"Hey!" Emma fully emerged from behind the car to confront the attacker. No one is hurting Regina and getting away with it-.
Regina was crumpled on the floor next to her Benz, haphazardly trying to get up before Emma noticed. But the blonde had already taken notice and crouched protectively next to the brunette, raking her eyes over Regina to access for any external injuries.
With nothing but Regina's mussed hair and shortness of breath out of place, the blonde turned to the mysterious man. "What the hell do you think you're doing? I'm going to call the police!"
Emma felt a hand grab her bicep. It was Regina.
"Don't." The blonde started to argue but Regina silenced her with another, "don't, for me Emma." She sounded decidedly sober despite her actual state.
"You better leave before I kick your ass." Emma kept a hand on the brunette's knee as she glared up at the man. The blonde knew it was a weak attempt to ward off another attack but it was worth a try.
He sneered. "Watch out lady." With that, he swaggered away as if nothing happened. Emma's eyes narrowed at the "dwarf" before turning to Regina, eyes shining with concern.
"Why are you...how…" The brunette's mumbling told Emma she was more drunk than she tried to conceal.
"Gimme your keys, I'm driving you home." Emma reached out for the Benz keys that were laying on the ground besides Regina, snatching it up before Regina could grab it first.
"You're not driving my car," slurred the brunette, indignantly. Emma found it highly endearing how protective Regina was of her car, even when she was drunk and had just gotten harassed.
The blonde didn't waste her breath trying to argue with Regina who seemed ready to pass out. Instead, she wrapped her arms around the brunette's waist and stood them up, propping the older women up with her own body. Regina was trying to stand straight but ended up throwing her arm around Emma to be guided into the passenger seat of her car.
The blonde bit back a groan. Regina's body was deliciously pressed up against her own. It did not help that her adrenaline was still rushing and the brunette smelled like apples and cinnamon.
After Emma finally got Regina situated in shogun, she walked around the Benz. God Regina, you don't know what you're doing to me. I'm supposed to be mad at you damn it.
"Wait, I don't know where you live." Emma looked over at Regina who squinted when the blonde snapped her fingers.
The brunette mumbled something about a "108 Muffin Street" and pointed fingers at places to turn, the pointing turning into awkward gestures of frustration when Emma turned at the wrong place.
Emma heard Regina mutter something that sounded like "idiot" and "peasant." Yelling at me even when you're drunk eh? You control freak. Emma couldn't resist smiling throughout the drive.
They soon arrived at an extravagant white mansion that probably costed more than Emma would ever make in her lifetime. The blonde had to almost drag Regina to the door, fumbling in a balance act which was a toss up between dropping Regina or her house keys.
As the blonde and brunette moved in tandem from the porch to finally behind the front door, Emma struggled to get the seriously drunk and now very sleepy Regina up the stairs to her final destination of the night. Every time the pair would ascend another several step, Regina would trip because of her heels, slamming into the wall or Emma. There was one last step before they'd reach the second level when Regina stumbled and sent both of them tumbling down to the ground in a tangle of limbs.
God the Evil Queen is such a lightweight I don't even believe it, Emma thought before she realize she was partially on top of her teacher in a very "inappropriate" way as Regina would put it. But it feels so good. She looked at Regina who was studying her with barely lucid eyes.
Emma jumped into action, embarrassed by Regina's stare when she heard the brunette whisper "Emma…." The blonde paused in mid-action for a moment. She called me by my first name.
Regina's groaned and the blonde resumed guiding her into a random bedroom which turned out to be Regina's very own master suite.
Emma unceremoniously dumped Regina on the bed, her arms and legs burning from all the exertion of effort tonight. The brunette moaned as Emma removed her uncomfortable heels and tucked her under the soft covers. These actions came so naturally to the blonde she didn't even realize how domestic and mundane it was. Sitting on the other side of the bed, she stared at the brunette for a few more seconds before turning to leave. It's the right thing to do.
She slowly extracted her wrists from Regina's grasp until she heard two words softly murmured that made her feel dangerously close to falling off a precarious ledge she had been clinging to.
"Don't leave." The brunette did not open her eyes, did not sound drunk, and did not release her grip. The unspoken "me" in that sentence hung on the silence.
Emma pursed her lips. There had been no other cars parked in the driveway, no other people in the house. It was only her and Regina.
"Okay." Only then was her wrists released and Regina snuggled deeper under the covers. The subtle changes in the brunette's breathing indicated she had already fallen asleep.
The blonde slowly laid down, on top of the covers, struggling to be honorable. She wanted to do nothing more than slide under the warm covers and snuggle with her teacher. Resisting the urge, Emma turned to her side facing Regina and studied her as she slept.
The only source of light was the moonlight filtering in through the curtains but it was enough for Emma to see how peaceful and relaxed Regina looked. Regina gave a light snore and Emma had to stifle a giggle. Oh my god she snores a little bit.
Emma closed her eyes and smiled, scooting a little closer to Regina for warmth. Exhaustion quickly took over and they both slept soundly.
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Regina POV
Sunlight streamed into the room, hitting Regina's closed eyes. She groaned. Her head was throbbing from a hangover and her body felt like it had been slammed multiple times into a wall or something. Oh god, what did I do last night? The brunette tried to rack her mind for last night's events but only vaguely remembered flashing neon lights and someone holding her waist tightly.
Ughh I should get ready for class…. wait. It's Saturday. Regina sighed and snuggled deeper under the covers, enjoying the sensation of warmth that surrounded her back and legs. The brunette shifted slightly then stiffened. Someone was pressed up against Regina's back and she felt leather clad legs rub against her own.
Then it came back to her. Emma. The dancing. The assaulter. The struggle up the stairs. That was all but it was enough to make Regina stop breathing for a moment and lay still.
Her eyes fluttered close, and she focused on what she felt. There was a hand draped possessively around her waist. Emma's breasts were pressed into Regina's back and the delicious sensation was seared into her brain. Emma suddenly moved, snuggling her face closer into Regina's neck and their legs tangled together more. The brunette resisted the urge to turn around, bury her nose in Emma's hair, and inhale her essence. She smells like warm vanilla sugar.
Regina realized how easily she had let her guard down for Emma. She let her emotions get the best of her. She had gotten drunk. She had fallen asleep with another person in the same room as her, let alone the same bed. She had gotten soft.
Where has the Evil Queen gone? The brunette cringed inwardly at the thought.
Regina tried to take her mind off of their her self-evaluation and close proximity to Emma by thinking about the past night. That man, he tried to attack her and take advantage of her drunkenness. She couldn't help but release a little shudder. How could I have gotten so drunk? Oh yeah…
Images of Emma drawing her hands up and down her body while dancing made Regina flush. She tried not to fidget but her skin was sensitized and the brunette could only bite her lips to keep from moaning. The blonde's body wrapped around her right now didn't help. Get a grip, Regina. This is your student remember? The she remembered. But Emma won't be my student anymore...
Regina chuckled softly, causing Emma to slowly awaken and stretch out. The brunette freaked out, shutting her eyes and pretended to still be asleep. She couldn't control the fluttering of her heart but she forced her face to relax. Breathe Regina. Just breathe.
She felt the blonde stiffen besides her in mid-stretch, probably realizing the predicament she was in. Emma stop breathing and Regina forced herself to take slow, even breaths. The blonde snuggled back into the spooning position they were in and Regina just laid there, trying to memorize the moment.
Several minutes later, the blonde started slowly inching away from the "sleeping" Regina. Emma gradually untangled herself from Regina and softly rolled off the bed. It was probably a minute before Regina heard anymore movement. She listened closely to Emma's padding out the bedroom and down the stairs get softer and softer until it was out of earshot. Only then did Regina dare to open her eyes and take in a deep breath as she stared at the ceiling. Her eyes squeezed shut as she heard Emma walk back into the bedroom, setting something down on the bedside table.
What is she doing? Regina heard crinkling of hard plastic and then silence. Emma padded back out and did not come back this time.
The brunette's heart was pounding, almost louder than her headache. What have I gotten myself into?
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