So this wasn't quite what I had planned although it does mention the meeting, it's not about it. I've had this chapter written for awhile, and managed to find a way to fit it in. Hope you all enjoy it, it's from Emma's PoV, with a 1st person flashback.
The next two chapters as well as this one are all occurring at the same time, just from different people's prospectives. the rest of the flashback will be done in Regina's PoV, in the next chapter, where we really get to find out how Tyler was conceived after a hefty amount of alcohol, and a lap dance.
Things are about to start looking up over the next few chapters for both Regina and Emma, thank you to everyone who's been reading, favourited, and is following this fic
I don't own either song in this fic, or the Big Bang theory.
So on with chapter seven part one: one wild night!
"Awww, come on Emma. Pleeaaasse?" Ruby pouts at her. Ruby had been trying to get Emma to go out to sample the Boston nightlife ever since they had arrived. "You just need to take your mind off of your soon to ex husband and fucked in the head mother. A few drinks, some decent loud music will do you the world of good Emma."
Emma sighs softly, it really had been one hell of a week, and she had a feeling the next week would be even more problematic.
She still couldn't get the small girl out of her head. She had only caught a brief glimpse of her after her meeting with Hook and Henry, and that in itself had been an eye opener, she could tell there was more to it, much more than just the fact that a woman who had tried to once poison her, was actually her true love as well as Henry's mother, which had explained why he was so obsessed over her. He was so miserable for such a long time, convinced that Rumple or Snow had killed her or something else terrible. Her fingers trace over the picture she had in her hands, Henry had given her a picture of him and Regina, that was the mystery woman's name.
There was no denying the woman was immensely beautiful, there was no doubt she was attracted to her, her mesmerising eyes filled with such love, her gorgeous smile. A tight clenching began to take ahold of her heart. She runs a finger over her face, tears beginning to form in her bright green eyes. she wishes she could remember this woman. She still had yet to inform Ruby of her, or the revelation of her being her true love.
Maybe that was the reason her mother had kept pushing her towards Neal, if she had found out this Regina woman meant to Emma, but if she truly knew, then why would she be so opposed. Snow was the main protagonist of the whole true love concept, she willingly pushes it as mayor. So why would she deny Emma to be with the woman she was meant to be with.
Then there was that girl. Damn that girl, was doing things to her, even more so that what the photo of Regina. if it hadn't been for the fact Hook grabbing her waist, she was sure the girl was making a beeline towards her. And those eyes, she couldn't get those emerald orbs out of her head. She could have sworn the girl could almost of been hers, they looked so similar. She hadn't been able to speak to Henry regarding the small girl, as he had to get back to Storybrooke to pick up Regal and offered to bring Tyler with him.
Bringing Tyler to Boston would no doubt also bring Neal, then no doubt Snow and David would shove their noses in. She would have loved to have gone with Henry back to Storybrooke, unfortunately she has an interview tomorrow. It was a step down from sheriff, she could always go back to being a bounty uhunter, but since of how Tyler was, she didn't want to be away from him a long length of time.
Neal was one person she did not want to have to deal with ever again, she runs her hand along her turquoise cast. In one of Neal's drunken fits of rage he had thrown her forcefully against the island of their kitchen, then he turned on their four and half year old son. She had completely lost it, grabbing the bottle he had been drinking from, smashing it against the back of his head, causing him to fall against the side, cutting his head open, and several deep cuts to his arms and hands where he had fallen onto the glass fragments. She had scooped up Tyler in her arms, not caring how much pain her arm was in, she needed to get her son away from the monster his father had turned into.
It had only been a couple of months ago that Tyler had been diagnosed with leukaemia, and a month since they had found out neither of them were a donor match. Which meant Neal wasn't Tyler's, to which Emma was shocked by, as the only person she had been with other than Neal was a woman that one night at her hen night. She had left Tyler with Granny, Granny loved Tyler and Tyler preferred her to everyone bar Emma and Henry, which pissed both Neal and her mother off to no end.
She told Ruby she was heading to Boston, Ruby had insisted on coming with her, to make sure she was ok, though now she was beginning to think it was because she was nothing more than a glorified tour guide to Ruby, who loved exploring the world outside of Storybrooke, especially since that meant she could no longer transform into her wolf, to which Ruby was very much grateful for.
She sighs loudly. "Fine, I guess a few drinks couldn't hurt."
Glancing down at her phone, it was getting late, almost Tyler's bedtime. She dials Granny's number. "Just let me call and say goodnight to Tyler first and say goodnight."
"Hello, how may I help you?"
"Hey Granny, it's Emma."
"Say no more sweetheart I'll just go and get him for you."
"Thanks Granny." She smiles softly down the phone as she can hear the loud sound of footsteps of Granny and a door quietly opening and the faint calling to her son on the other end.
"Hai Mommy. I is now go sleepies." She hears his soft yawn over the phone.
"Well I just wanted to sing you to sleep my little bear." Every night without fail she had to sing 'soft kitty' to him. Ever since Tyler was eight months old and she was channel hopping to find something on tv, as the car ride, walk, bouncing had all failed to get him to sleep. A repeat of the Big Bang theory was on, Penny was singing to an ill Sheldon. The small bundle in her arms fell instantly asleep after she had finished singing it.
She recorded it immediately. And after placing him to bed she replayed the scene and until she'd learnt the lullaby off by heart. Every night since she sang her son that lullaby, now she has to sing it to her son in order for him to fall asleep.
She had a bear made for him in a bear making factory she had found in the local mall and recorded the song so when ever she wasn't there he could always play the song.
She clears her throat before she sings it to him down the phone. "Soft kitty, warm kitty little ball of fur. Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr, purr, purr."
She repeats it twice before granny's voice comes over the phone.
"He's just fallen asleep now kiddo. Give my love to Ruby and Henry. Oh and Emma, make sure my grand daughter comes home in one piece!"
"Will do, Henry should be arriving tomorrow, he's gonna pick up his horse and Ty and will be bringing them back to Boston."
"I'll call you once he's in sweetheart. Enjoy the rest of your evening."
"I will, you also. And thank you once again for looking after Tyler, it's means so much to me."
"Any time sweetie." Emma smiles softly, then before she can hang up, ruby grabs her phone off of her.
"Go get changed missy! The hot single ladies of Boston are waiting for us!" Emma looks down at what she's wearing, grabbing her leather jacket from the floor, applies her lip gloss and tugs on her boots. And walks out of her bedroom.
Emma's eyes fall onto the attire of her best friend. She's wearing a skin tight short red dress, with six inch heals and just shock her head. "You know it's mid fall right Ruby."
Ruby blinks at her and tilts her head. "Your point being?"
Emma rolls her eyes. "Never mind lets just get this over with shall we?"
Ruby starts jumping up and down like a small child high on a sugar rush, before Emma found herself quite literally being dragged out of their hotel room, into the lift, then through out the of the hotel lobby into the busy streets of Boston's nightlife.
Fortunately not much had changed since she had lived there nine years ago, so she knew all of the best clubs, bars, restaurants. Her feet begin making their way to her favourite haunt, one she had escaped to on her hen night, over five years ago. She was surprised even back then to find the same manager still running the place, same bouncers, only the bar staff changed.
Even five years later, nothing had changed, Adrianna was still the bouncer. She could barely remember the last time she'd been here, she was so wasted by that point, the breathtakingly beautiful brunette she had met at the bar her mother had organised her hen party to take place, was even more wasted than herself, a smile forming at her lips as she remembers the way the woman laughed, smiled at her as if she was the only person on the planet, the way her lips felt pressed against her own, the smell of her hair, the way she tasted.
A voice breaks her out of her trance, thanking all of the gods it was dark out so no-one could see her deep red blushing now forming on her hot checks, also thankful that Ruby had finally released her from her death hold.
"Well well well, welcome back Swan, didn't think we'd be seeing you again. But it's good to see you sober this time. Don't take so long between visits next time girl."
"It shouldn't be too hard Aide, I'm moving back to Boston." Emma smiles softly at the fiery red headed bouncer, before she lets both Emma and Ruby through. Emma's eyes are instantly drawn upon a lone brunette, sitting at the bar, a cocktail glass in hand, her attention elsewhere, yet whatever it is she is looking at she seems disinterested in.
As Ruby makes her way to the dance floor, Emma sits down next to the glamorous brunette, ordering herself and the woman beside her a drink.
The woman twirls with her glass in one hand, as the bartender pours her another martini, a soft smile graces her sorrowful lips.
Emma chuckles softly. "You seem to forced here against your will to hur?"
The brunette rolls her eyes. "My sister thought it would take my mind off of things, and that almost eight years of moping was enough."
The brunette's attention was still focused on the dance floor.
"I know the feeling, apparently the best way to forget about a loveless, abusive marriage, is to throw myself right back into the game. Well according to my best friend anyhow."
"I know that feeling. But what woman would want to be with someone who has two twin girls, with another woman who left her pregnant to go be with her ex boyfriend?" The brunette sighs softly.
"I have two sons myself. Like why would anyone in their right mind would think any woman would want to be with me who has an ill four year old and a son who's in college?" Emma pauses for a moment taking in the woman sitting at the bar, she can't help feeling she knows this woman, that there's something oddly familiar about her. She can't remember a time she has felt so drawn to another human ring in a long time.
"But I can't imagine anyone willing doing that to you, they must have been brain damaged to leave someone so magnificent as yourself." She turns her head to face Emma. Both of them nearly dropping their respective glasses.
"Gina?"
"Emma?" It was that moment that Ruby had come up to the bar.
"Regina?" Her tone was aggressive.
Emma's eyes widen in shock as she realises the woman she had met those few years back, was the same woman not two days ago she had been told was her true love, the woman who been completely erased from her memories.
Emma's voice breaks as Regina quickly makes a break for it, Emma tries to stop her, but her voice fails her, she throws Ruby a look of distain as the blonde quickly follows Regina. The mllemories of her hen night flooding back to her.
~*~ Flashback ~*~
It had only been three days since Rumple and Blue had found a way to disable the barrier around the town. Allowing everyone with a cursed identity to remember who they were once they cross the town line.
Even though Rumple remembered everything, and although it was his curse, the magic used to cast the curse was not, meaning it had the exact same effect as everyone else, much to his annoyance.
Unfortunately due to its removal that is the reason that I, Emma Swan, am now currently being shoved into a limo full of screaming women, about to marry a man I do not love in just over 56 hours, all so I don't loose the only family I have ever know. If not for this reason, I would have it called off, but I can't. I've prosponed it for as long as I can almost three years. I was still coming to terms with my sudden memory loss for about 98% of my time since I arrived in Storybrooke.
Before is fine, after Neverland fine, the two years in between are a total illusive Regina is who everyone in town first blamed it on, yet that made no sense. I still remember Henry, how he came to my apartment, the car ride to Storybrooke, my time in the Enchanted Forrest, Snow, Ruby, David, hell the entire town bar Regina. The rest of the town are no help, and Hook was the only other person left, and has completely disappeared much like this mysterious Regina.
Henry's memory is just as fucked as my own, if not more so. The only clear memories I possess of the trip was drinking the cup of tea my mom Snow offered me, when I awoke on our final morning of the trip. Who then informed me I had been knocked unconscious during a fight against Pan and the lost boys and had only just regained consciousness. She said that she had not left my room for the duration of the trip, but I knew she was lying, every single word she spoke to her only daughter was a lie.
It still to this day bugs me to no end, but nothing I can do about right now, a few normal days away from Storybrooke will do me the world of good. That was if the occupants of the car make it to Boston alive, because at the current rate of how the car journey was going.
Everyone bar me and Ruby would of been left in a roadside grave just ten miles over the town line. With the tacky 'hen night' music, the twenty one questions regarding Neal, his performance in the bedroom, him being her true love, what an amazing guy he is. When all I want to say in reply is; "oh yeah, the sex is so incredible, that's why I fake it every time he fucks me, and why we're like rabbits we do it all the time like once a week if that, mostly I pretend to sleep or take night shifts."
Ruby senses something's not quite right and tried to subtly point it out to the rest, however it's a futile battle. Ruby is the only person I've told about Neal, I know she doesn't judge me and she gets and understands it.
Snow just hasn't been the same since Cora, who is well was apparently Regina's mom. And as more talk of true love and Neal is making bile form on the inside of my mouth, I reach into my bag, pulling out my iPhone. I need something heavy, something loud, something, well me. I scroll down my playlist finding one of my favourite songs, closing my eyes as I let the melody flow through my ears, calming me instantly.
Ever since Neverland this song has this impact on me. My iPhone was dead by the time I had gotten home, but my listens of if and a few others had been drastically increased. I hum along to it, the first part of each verse I never sing, I let her voice wash over me.
Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A 'V' of black swans
On with hope to the grave
All through Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones
A smile begins forming on my face as I sing along to the next part
Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain
So I swore to thy razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again
The next part I feel should be sung with another person, someone else, though its not originally, it just feels so right.
Bared on your tomb
I am a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
A pang of something hits my heart, I wish someone could find the right spot and unlock my memories, the pain in my heart is so excruciating at times.
Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampiric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine.
Before the rest of the song finishes, my headphones are being ripped from my ears and my phone gets confiscated, by my mother. I am a thirty one year old woman, not a fucking child. "Fuck. My. Life!" I scream out loudly, the rest of the journey is continued in silence, thankfully.
We pull up outside a hotel, drop off all of our crap. Snow makes a long winded toast about some kind of boring shit.
I'm itching to get out back onto the streets of Boston, a place I called for five years of my life, which is the longest time I have spent in one place. Granted I worked all over the country, but my base was Boston.
After once again being dragged back into the limo it stops outside a high end very expensive bar where the rich and powerful hang. Not the young and famous, the old and boring.
'Oh yay,' I've been here a few times when my boss had some high class clients, it's a great place for business meetings, but beyond that, kill me now. Was it too much to ask for a lap dance? Or some hot waitresses? Or decent fucking music?! Apparently so. I roll my eyes and walk over to the bar, I order a whiskey, neat.
"You having a good time Emma?" My mother asks.
"Absolutely fantastic!" The sarcasm and venom dripping off of my tongue in buckets, it was pointless to try to even hide. And quite frankly I couldn't give a fucking toss. My eyes flick over to the group, all having a great time, laughing and dancing, having the time of their lives. My eyes drift over the rest of the place and people, the regulars were easy to enough to spot.
Everyone seems to fit in with the place except one.
A lone woman sitting on the lounge area above the bar. Her shoulder length hair tucked neatly behind her left ear. She's dressed to fit into the place. A very tight figure hugging cocktail dress, twirling her drink on her right hand. Every aspect of the woman screams class and sophistication.
But as her left hand taps to a rhythm, a very familiar rhythm. One that does not fit the music blurting out of the speakers here it grabs my attention, I feel so drawn to this woman, it's literally insane. I walk over to her, she doesn't appear to notice. There's an empty bottle of scotch and two never touched tumblers upon the table. Whatever company she had was long gone.
Complete fucking morons if you ask me, this woman is breathtaking. Her deep brown eyes shimmering softly in the soft lighting of the bar. The way it reflects off of her dark brunette hair. The way it glistens against her luscious red lips. The way her eyes seem to bare deep into my soul. Fuck, I've been caught. Crap sake Swan. I flash wide eyed smile at her, as she takes out one of her headphones.
She raises an eyebrow at me, before I speak.
"Mind if I sit?"
She notions for me to sit down, and smiles softly at me. But doesn't say anything, her eyes seem to be drinking in my body like she's found her long lost love.
"Someone certainly has the right idea." I chuckle softly pointing to her headphones.
She sighs softly, my heart rate suddenly increasing. "One has to be when you have rich clients, that insist on meeting in places such as these. I wouldn't mind too much, but I own a high class restaurant, yet I'm still forced to meet in these ridiculous places for meetings regarding my riding stables."
Damn Swan, this woman is so far out of your league, you ain't even in the same universe. I glance over my shoulders, as my overbearing mother is once again searching for me, making me subconsciously sink into the chair trying to hide myself from view.
The beautifully stunning brunette gives me an odd look, before she shoots the remanded of her scotch. "Who are you hiding from dear?"
"My mother." She raises an eyebrow at me again, damn she looks so damn sexy when she does that. "Yep, my mother thought it would be an excellent idea to hold my hen night here. No strippers, no lap dancers, no decent liquor and the most horrendous music ever to grace my ears."
A sultry smile graces her lips before she leans over and whispers softly against my ear. "Well dear I have good music, and access to great liquor." She waves her hand at the bar, before her voice drops an octave, her lips only millimetres from touching my ear. I can feel her breath against it. "And I sure can give a mean lap dance dear." Her smile grows wider, as I visibly gulp, the waiter walks up to us, she slips him a $100 bill. Then winks at me before handing me a headphone.
In all honesty I am in total utter shock, this woman I certainly not taken for a heavy rock fan, certainly not metal fan, possibly jazzy and rat-pack-esquè. Maybe a gaga fan. Definitely not what my ears were currently hearing. Disturbed, meaning of life. She smiles across at me.
Damn I would love to get psycho with this woman.
"Not your type of music dear?" She looks at me her big wide eyes conveying an array of emotions.
I shake my head at her, my fingers tapping away at the familiar rhythm. "Didn't think it'd be yours." She smiles deviously and starts singing along to it.
"Run you little bitch
I want your power glowing, juicy flowing, red hot, meaning of life
It's not enough to have a little taste
I want the whole damn thing now
Can you get it?"
The way she sings is so mesmerising, her voice filled with lust, passion and pain. I press my fingers instinctively over her luscious deep red lips, as I begin singing the next part.
Wanna hear you say it
Say, you want it, need it
Don't wanna wait until we finish the show
It's not enough, you hun
"Need to get psycho
Wanna hear you say it
Say you want it need it
Don't wanna wait until we finish the show
It's not enough, you hunger for more
You're one twisted little fuck
And now you wanna get psycho with me"
The next thing I know her hand is latched around my wrist and is pulling my hand away from her lips.
Just when I thought her voice couldn't get more seductive I'm proved wrong, completely and utterly wrong.
"Give in, give in, decide
Give in, give in, give in, decide
Give in, give in, give in, decide
Give in, give in, decide. Give in.
Get psycho, I wanna get psycho
Get psycho, I wanna wanna wanna wanna, I wanna get psycho!"
Her eyes narrow nothing but pure lust and desire remaining in her beautiful brown orbs, as she places her hand against my chest just above my heart. I smile wantonly at her as we begin singing the rest together.
"Scratch my itch
Give me your power glowing, juicy flowing red hot, meaning of life
It's not enough to have a little piece
I want the whole damn thing now
Can you get it?"
I hadn't even realised that she had moved to stand beside me. I feel the hold of tight strong arms encircling my waist as she pulls me against her, brushing my hair back as her lips press against my right ear.
"Need to get psycho
Wanna hear you scream
Tell me to take you, scare you, fuck you
After we finish the show
It's not enough, you listening whore?
You're one twisted little fuck
And now you wanna get psycho with me"
I begin grinding myself against her, her hands moving swiftly and sensually over my body. Instinctively my hands move up the sides of her body, I mange to turn myself around in her tight hold, our eyes locking together, before I divert them to her lips, my eyes taking in the small scar at top of her upper lip, I gently cup her beautiful face and run my thumb over it.
Give in, give in, decide, give in,
Give in, give in, decide, give in,
Give in, give in, decide, give in,
Give in, give in, decide, give in,
We both let the words wash over us, her hands now have a very firm hold of my ass, I'm about to lean down and kiss the life out of her, but the waiter interrupts us, she snarls wearily, until she realises its the waiter. Who holds in his hands a bottle of the most expensive bottle of tequila I have seen. Two shot glasses, the salts and a slice of lemon and a slice of lime. She notions for him to place down upon the table, making sure he has fully gone before pouring out a couple of shots, then runs a trail of salt from her neck all the way down across her cleavage that's hardly covered by her ridiculously revealing dress, as a devilish smile plays over her lips. Before slipping in the lime between her teeth.
I can feel the blood, flowing through my veins
Spilling on my soul
And now the hunger's getting bigger
Come a little closer now pretentious whore
and pull my trigger
Free the violence that is building in me
I say now end of the ride, murder suicide
Is how I've been feelin' lately
Come a little closer my pretentious whore
I'm living with a feeling that I can't ignore
Come a little closer my pretentious whore
I'm living with a feeling that I can't ignore
Come a little closer my pretentious whore
I'm living with a feeling that I can't ignore
And the need to get psycho is not a question to me.
A couple of shots, then a couple more, then well more or less the whole bottle later. Her head is tilted back as my mouth kissing and softly biting into her soft olive flesh of her neck. The soft yearning moans that are currently escaping her lips, fuel me onwards as I my teeth graze the sensitive skin of her collar bone. I can feel her hands nestling themselves into my hair, as she pulls my head back from off of her neck, thinking I had done something wrong I open my mouth, but before I could speak she locks her arm into mine, and whisper softly into my ear.
"I promised you a lap dance did I not?"
I nod, as my brain is currently incapable of forming any proper sentences at this present moment in time.
"Well dear, do you happen to know of place with good music and a place for your delectable ass of yours to sit. I wouldn't want you hurting yourself now would I dear?"
A loud groan escapes my lips as one if her hands grabs my ass firmly.
"I do indeed." A sly smile forms slightly as my lips curl softly at the edges.
I don't remember much of the walk, just the way she fits so perfectly against me, her head resting on my shoulders as we walk. My arm wrapped tightly around her waist steadying her as she walks. I didn't realise how wasted we both were until we began walking, neither of us able to walk in a straight line, wether it was just a bloody miracle or just pure luck that neither one of us had fallen over I wasn't too sure. But with the alcohol coursing through my veins, and this almost magical pull or hold this woman appears to have over me, but fuck is it doing shit to me.
We finally reach our destination, my favourite haunt, the place I feel most comfortable in any bar or club in Boston. I once done a favour for the manager/owner, with that came some special perks and access to the VIP lounge. My only hope is the manger/owner is still the same person. "Well, well, well, the prodigal daughter returns." Still the same fiery red head I remember, unless they managed to clone her. I guess anything is possible.
"Hey Aide, does Lannie still own the place?"
"Of course, you wanting the ViP room Swan?"
I nod my head, slightly distracted by the wandering hands making their way up my inner thighs. Fuck this woman is surely going to be the death of me, and I have only known her for all of five fucking minuets.
She allows us in, I guide her through the place taking in the familiar bar, the familiar music, and aroma. Then it dawns on me, "what's your name beautiful."
She scoffs at me, "you know my name Ms Swan."
~*~ end flashback ~*~
"Regina! Regina, wait!" Emma shouts loudly at her after her voice finally returns to her before grabbing the brunette's arm firmly. "Regina please, let me expla..." She manages to get out, just as a cold hand quickly and heavily comes colliding with her right cheek.
Next chapter is from Regina's PoV, the rest of Emma's hen night, and one wild night of passion for our favourite ladies :D
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