The Charity Party, part 2 (of 3):

Previously:

They froze when they heard footsteps approaching coming to a hold in front of the door.

"Regina, darling? Are you in there?" suddenly someone called out.

"FUCK!" the brunette hissed under her breath and sat up quickly.

Emma grabbed her waist and helped her off the table, "Who's that?"

Regina smoothed out her dress, and took a deep, shuddering breath. "My mother."

The blonde gasped, her eyes bulging out of her head.

FUCK, INDEED.


„Your … your mother?" Emma stuttered, looking around the room for an escape – there was none.

Regina seemed equally panicked. A series of Spanish words came quietly out of her mouth, and Emma was sure those words weren't nice words. Suddenly, the brunette turned to look at Emma. "Hide."

"Yeah, you're ri – wait, what?" the blonde stopped as soon as her brain actually processed Regina's words. Her heart started racing. It was silly, wasn't it?

"Hide!" Regina repeated.

"You're kidding, right?"

"Regina, honey, open the door," was heard from outside the door, a firm knock followed the demand. The brunette's whole body tensed, and she glared at Emma.

Oh, oh, the blonde thought, this isn't good. This isn't good at all.

"Do I look like I am joking, Miss Swan?" she hissed, but rowed back instantly by apologizing, "God, I am sorry. I just … my mother is very strict and I …"

"She doesn't know you're gay."

"I am not gay, Miss S-"

"Bisexual, having sex with woman, whatever."

Regina raised an eyebrow, amusement flickered through her face, but her pose showed how impatient she was getting. "This isn't the right time for this conversation, Miss Swan. So, please –"

"Alright", Emma gave in, holding her hands up in surrender. "But just so you know, Regina; I wouldn't do that for any other person."

"Are you telling me I am special, Miss Swan?" Regina teased, ignoring the next knock.

"Yeah, I … you're special to me, Regina," Emma admitted shyly.

To her surprise the CEO stepped forward and grabbed her chin, pressing her lips firmly against hers. The kiss left Emma a bit dizzy and the butterflies in her stomach were holding their own private party. Grinning like a fool, she stumbled backwards and made it behind the couch. Lying down on the floor, she shook her head in disbelief. Holy hell, she was seriously hiding just moments after she pleasured the most amazing woman on earth on a pool table. And now said woman's mother – creepy mother? – was knocking on the door. Did she end up on a reality show?

"Give me a second, mother," Regina called out. Inhaling deeply, she straightened her dress, and glanced one last time at the couch, wondering if her mother could sense the presence of another person in the room. God, she didn't think that this was a good idea, but she had no time for overthinking.

"What are you doing in here, Regina?" her mother demanded to know as soon as the brunette opened the door. The older woman practically stormed past her, looking around as though she was searching for a culprit. For someone who dared and actually managed to keep her daughter from her so important job as the host of the party. Oh … right – the party.

"I am sorry, mother. I am suffering from a headache and came down her to take a few minutes rest."

She felt bad for lying, but really, what other option was there? Telling the truth? Telling her that the incredible, beautiful, addictive woman that were hiding behind her couch had given her an amazing orgasm? That her heart seriously began to become attached to said woman even if her brain was trying to talk sense into her? Clearing her throat she managed a smile, not daring to look in the direction of her couch. Her mother's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"Well, it seems like your headache," Cora Mills emphasized the word and raised an eyebrow, "… is gone, so I suggest you come up there. You can't just vanish from your own party, dear."

"I know mother, I just –"

Cora just waved a hand, and with that she left the room, leaving a confused Regina back. Oh, and a blonde hairdresser, who just got up from her hiding place.

"Woah," Emma groaned with a scrunched face, rubbing her back, and pinching the bridge of her nose. "There I was, thinking a floor so sparkling and expensive looking would actually be comfortable. I am all tense now, and I might even got a knot in my back …" She stopped as her eyes fell on Regina, who was looking at her in a way that made the heart flutter. Emma bit her lip, her cheeks getting all flushed.

God, this woman is so adorable and sexy at the same time, Regina thought. She didn't think that the woman realized the effect she had on her. Reaching out, she caressed Emma's cheek, her own heart beating so rapidly, she was sure the blonde could hear it. The CEO leaned in and stole a chaste kiss.

Something was happening. Something beautiful, something meaningful. They felt it, both of them. The sparks around them, in them. The electrifying tension that hung in the air. The tingle that spread into every fiber of their body's as their kiss grew deeper. It was overwhelming, and when they broke for air, they pressed their foreheads together, not wanting to break the bond just yet.

"Hi," Emma whispered.

"Hey," Regina responded, not able and – surprise – not wanting to hide the smile on her face.

"You're beautiful," the blonde said as she let her fingertips gently run over Regina's bar back. Suddenly, she wasn't shy at all. In the contrary. Emma felt the need to say it out loud. She felt the need to make her feelings clear, to let this incredible woman know that she liked her.

Their bubble broke, though. A loud ringtone tore through the silence of the room, and they sprung apart, startled. Goddamn those cellphones, Emma cursed inwardly as she searched for her phone. She blushed even harder as she heard the familiar song.

Take that off

Don't ask question, please.

Skin so soft

Oh you're such a tease.

And I make you come anywhere,

'Cause I make you come every time, oh, oh.

OMG! GODDAMN YOU, RUBY LUCAS!

By the time she found the damn thing and turned it off, the whole refrain was played loud and clear, and OMG, why couldn't the ground just open and swallow her up? Seriously, she wanted to curl up and die, and Regina's expression didn't make things better.

"I'm sorry, that was Ruby, I shouldn't have let her alone," Emma chuckled, rubbing her neck awkwardly.

"Are you sleeping with her?" Regina asked flat out.

"What?"

"You heard me, don't make me repeat the question."

Confused, the blonde furrowed her brows for a moment. After the embarrassing ringtone, her brain needed a second to catch up. And when she did, she laughed. Emma actually laughed out loud.

"You think this is funny, Miss Swan?" Regina hissed.

Back to Miss Swan, now. Wait, they hadn't gotten past Miss Swan yet. In fact, Emma realized she still haven't heard her name from Regina's lips. But, duh, that was her least problem now. Regina was jealous. And jealous Regina was fucking hot. Like, goddamn freaking HOT! Only when Emma noticed that Regina's arms were tightly wrapped around herself – a defense mechanism – she stopped laughing.

"Shit," Emma cursed, and took a careful step toward the brunette. "I am sorry, I didn't mean to … God, Regina. No! I am not sleeping with her … this … I mean the ringtone, it's a joke. An insider joke. I started laughing because Ruby is straight as an arrow, and the thought alone of us sleeping together is ridiculous. We're like sisters." Emma wanted to run her fingers through her hair, but then she remembered the fake bob and the party and … God. She felt like an idiot. She WAS an idiot!

"Good," Regina said as calmly as she could, her composure slowly but surely returning, "Because I am not interested in exchanging indirect body fluids with your friend."

She said it as though it didn't matter, as though it wasn't a big deal. Like the calm and cool CEO she was, but Emma wasn't fooled. She could see right through it. She just didn't understand why Regina decided to beat around the bush. Why couldn't she just –

"I can practically hear you thinking, dear," Regina cut Emma's line of thoughts. "And you know what, Miss Swan? You're right. You're absolutely right. It's not just about the body fluids. As long as we are doing this …" she gestured between herself and Emma, "… whatever this is … I don't want you to sleep with someone else, because I am not sleeping with someone else."

Wow. Impressive rant. Mindreading much? It seemed like Regina had other talents, too, apart from … well, you know what. Emma grinned happily, and wanted to say that she agreed to the conditions, but Regina headed for the door. The blonde blinked, confused. Were they okay? When the brunette opened the door, she turned around and met Emma's gaze.

"Oh, Miss Swan, one more thing. Later, when the party ends, I am sure as hell going to make you come. Anywhere and how many times you want. I will even make sure the knot in your back disappears."

Emma could see the hint of a smile on Regina's lips, before the brunette left the room.

"Yep, we are definitely okay," Emma muttered, grinning from ear to ear.

Ruby was bored. Her idiotic best friend had vanished with Regina Mills, doing God knows what, and all she could do was enjoying the finger food and the incredible champagne.

"Excuse me," she suddenly heard a voice from behind. Turning around, Ruby came face to face with a blonde woman, who looked exactly like she belonged here. The long, blue and elegant dress looked as expensive as Ruby's month's salary, and those bling earrings she was wearing were practically screaming; RICH! Definitely not the kind of people she usually would make small talk to, but she was bored and the woman seemed to have genuine smile.

"Yeah?" Ruby smiled back politely.

"I saw you entering with a beautiful, blonde woman earlier. Is it possible to know –"

"Oh, Emma?" Ruby interrupted. "She's around here somewhere, but just so you know; she is taken."

Kathryn eyes widened. She gaped at Ruby, who just shrugged.

"Uh, kind of anyway. I guess it's casual, but anyway. So, I am sorry to disappoint you."

Disappoint her? Now Kathryn was confused. But then it dawned her and she barked out a laughter. Ruby eyebrows shot into her hairlines. By now, several people around them were looking oddly at them, as though laughing was inappropriate, but the blonde didn't give a fuck.

"You thought … you thought I asked because I am … oh, God," Kathryn gasped out between laughter. "Regina will love this," she added a few seconds later, calming down, but still giggling. Kathryn immensely enjoyed the puzzled look the brunette was giving her. She had confused the poor thing. "I Regina's best friend, and I your Emma's best friend, so I guess that makes us allies."

"Allies? And the mission is what exactly?" Ruby asked, warily.

Kathryn gave her a 'Duh' look. "To get them together, silly!" she said as though it was obvious.

Ruby thought a while about it, all the while Kathryn ranted that Regina was totally swept of her feet, that she was smiling all the freaking time, even though Regina wasn't really … well, a smiley person (what Ruby could confirm, btw), and that she really cared about Emma.

"Okay," Ruby agreed at last.

Kathryn clapped happily, then offered her hand to seal the deal, "I'm Kathryn by the way," she chuckled.

"Ruby."

"Do you think they're doing it right now?" Kathryn whispered after taking a sip of her glass.

"I'm almost 100% certain," Ruby answered without batting an eyelash.

"Wanna bet?"

Ruby grinned. "You're like me. I like people like me."

"Is that a yes?"

They clinked their glasses, both grinning from ear to ear.

Just a few minutes later, Emma made her way back up to the actual party. The wetness between her thighs had left her uncomfortable. Taking care of herself after Regina left had seemed tempting for like two seconds, before she realized that it would be really creepy to touch herself in Regina's den. Besides, the night was young and Regina had made her a rather appealing promise. The wait would be worth it.

It took her a while to find Ruby. Her best friend was talking to a woman Emma couldn't recall seeing ever before, and if one were to believe the bright smile on Ruby's face, she seemed to have a good time.

"Hey, Rubes," Emma said, coming to a stand right beside her friend. She snatched Ruby's glass out of her hand and took a long sip. Sighing, she then turned her attention to the blonde stranger. "Hi, I am Emma." Smiling, she offered her hand and gasped as she found herself in a strong handshake.

"I know," the woman answered. Tilting her head and narrowing her eyes, she studied Emma for an uncomfortable long time, all the while not letting go of her hand.

"Uh, you do?" she stuttered.

"What have you done with my best friend?" Kathryn asked in a serious tone.

"I'm sorry, what, who?" If Emma would have been paying attention, she would hear Ruby's snicker. But her hand was practically being crushed and this woman's look really scared the shit out of her.

A familiar voice near them seemed to throw off the woman for a second and Emma took the opportunity to pull her hand out of the grasp. Suddenly, Regina was standing there.

"Kathryn, have you seen my moth … oh." The CEO let her eyes wander between her best friend her … uh, sex buddy's best friend, and her sex buddy. Her gaze stopped way too long at Emma considering the fact that they were trying to be discrete. Wait. Were they trying to be discrete? Clearing her throat, Regina put on a smile. "I see you already met. Miss Swan, this is Kathryn Midas, she is the head lawyer of my firm and –"

"And her best friend," Kathryn cut her off and pouted, "You interrupted us, we had a moment earlier."

At Emma's terrified expression Kathryn laughed out, and much to Emma's horror, Ruby joined in. Pissed, the blonde shot her friend a deadly look, silencing her so abruptly it was almost comically.

"So, you guys had sex already tonight?" Kathryn asked flat out.

Of course it happened at the exact same moment Emma was taking another sip of Ruby's glass. And of course the question shocked her so much, she nearly chocked on the champagne. And, as though that wasn't enough, Emma blushed so hard she was sure she was looking like a damn tomato. Coughing violently, she felt Regina's hand on her back.

"Kathryn," the brunette hissed, "what has gotten into you?"

"I dunno. Though, I'd like to know if something …" she emphasized the word by scissoring her fingers and sticking out her tongue, "… has gotten into you."

"Oh, my God, you're hilarious," Ruby whispered, impressed.

Regina looked as though she could murder someone, no, not someone; Kathryn. But, even Regina was human, and – unfortunately – there was no magic in her to keep the blush from spreading on her face.

"Ladies, mind if I join you?" A man had approached them, his eyes taking in four beautiful woman. Two brunettes, two blondes. He licked his lips as though he hit the jackpot. The four in sync "YES!'S" from the girls though, seemed enough to scare him off. It would have been funny, if it weren't for … well, the current situation in which they seemed stuck.

Regina, even in a crisis like this always the cool CEO, recovered first. "Kathryn, you clearly have had too much to drink. How about I accompany you to the bar. I'm sure a coffee will do –"

"No, babe," Kathryn waved her off, ignoring Regina's glare, "I am perfectly sober. I just want to know."

"Did she just call you babe?" Emma hissed and turned to look at Regina, not able to hide the sudden jealousy. She didn't know why it bothered her so much to hear that pet name directed to Regina.

"Answer the question, Em," Ruby said now, clearly impatient.

"What the hell … Fine. Yes. Yes, we had sex tonight. Are you happy now?"

"Miss Swan!" Regina gasped, shocked. "That is very inappropriate!"

"HA!" Ruby fisted the air and then held out a hand. Kathryn cursed quietly. Pouting, she took a 50 Dollar bill from her clutch and handed it to Ruby. Emma and Regina watched the whole scene with mouths agape. They were dumbfounded and totally shocked.

"You took a bet?" Regina murmured in disbelieve.

"Now that is inappropriate," Emma stated.

Ruby and Kathryn just shrugged, bright grins on either woman's face. Before Regina or Emma could say anything else, Cora Mills joined them.

"Mother … where … I was looking for you," Regina stuttered.

"Well, someone has to entertain your guests, dear," her mother answered and Regina flushed even more – if that was possible. "Don't be rude, darling, introduce me to your friends." Cora had said friends, but she looked Emma up and down, her eyes stopping a tad too long at Emma's high heels.

The brunette CEO had a bad feeling, but she cleared her throat and forced herself to not look at Emma. She even took a small step away from her – just in case. "Mother, you know Ruby Lucas, the granddaughter of Eugenia Lucas?"

"Ah, yes, of course."

At least the woman had the decency to acknowledge the presence of Ruby by looking and nodding briefly in her direction, Emma thought. Ruby just shrugged, she didn't seemed to mind one bit. Then Mrs. Mills' eyes landed on Emma again, and that look send a shiver down her spine. The blonde gulped. She tried not to freak out, and smiled, but she was sure it was more a grimace than a smile. God, why was it so hot in here all of sudden?

"Mother, Miss Swan. Miss Swan, Cora Mills," Regina said, and hoped her mother wouldn't ask questions now. She wasn't the only one who seemed to feel uncomfortable, Regina noticed as she glanced at Emma from the corner of her eyes. The blonde looked tense and that smile … well.

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Mills," Emma said, sticking her hand out. It was silly, wasn't it? She had no reason to feel uneasy around this woman. She was just Regina's mom.

OMG, she's Regina's mom! Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

To her surprise (and relieve, if she was being honest), Cora Mills actually took the offered hand. And then, once again, Emma Swan found herself in a bone crashing handshake.

"Likewise, Miss Swan. Are you enjoying the party?"

"Yeah. I mean, yes, I am. I am enjoying the party."

"I'm sure you are."

Wait. Is that amusement in her tone? She couldn't possible hint of something, could she? And way the hell is she staring at my heels? I know there amazing but not that amazing.

Emma resisted the urge to massage her hand as soon as she finally got it back. Instead she took the second in which Cora greeted Kathryn, and approach Regina.

"What is that with your people and handshakes? I think they broke my hand," Emma complained. She made sure she was whispering, and of course didn't lean in too close.

"I hope they did not, Miss Swan. You might need it later," Regina husked back. She husked!

Emma's mouth hung open, and her core twitched. Oh, God, this woman would be the death of her. Damn, she thought, why couldn't the party be over already? She grew impatient. Then Regina's mother turned her attention back to them, and they both took an unnoticed step away from each other.

"Regina's accomplishments are impressive, aren't they?" Cora said and gestured around them. Her mother was making small talk. With a stranger. And she was praising her daughter. In public. Regina became suspicious. Something was wrong. Was it the champagne? Did it have some side effect on the people around her? First Kathryn – although she's always like that – then her mother.

"Yes, they are," Emma answered, "I'm sure you and your husband are very proud of her. Is Mrs. Mills around here somewhere? I'd like to meet him."

"Well, dear. Unless you plan on visiting the cemetery I don't see you meeting him."

FUCK. SHIT. GODDAMN. You're a fucking idiot, Emma!

"Miss Swan!" Regina suddenly gasped.

Emma's eyes grew wide in horror. "Did I say that out loud?" Regina nodded, her lips tightly pressed together. Omg, was she giggling? Was she making fun of Emma? Even Ruby and Kathryn looked like they had a really hard time to not burst into laughter. The hairdresser closed her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. "I am very sorry, Mrs. Mills, I didn't know." After Cora accepted her apology, Emma finished the champagne, turned around and snatched another glass from a waiter who was walking past them with a tray in his hand.

God, is there any way to make this whole thing even more embarrassing?

Guess fate took her question as a challenge.

They talked some more, the conversation staying in safe waters now like Regina's work and the charity. Just as Emma thought that Cora wasn't paying her any attention, the CEO's mother spoke to her.

"Nice shoes, Miss Swan," the older woman said.

Emma blinked. Suddenly 4 pair of eyes were looking at her shoes. "Uh, I … thank you?" Emma stuttered, eloquent as ever. She smiled awkwardly, not really sure what else to say. But that wasn't necessary as Cora continued. "Just make sure next time you hide, they don't stick out from behind the couch."

This time Emma spat out the champagne she had in her mouth, thank goodness her head wasn't turned at Cora's direction. That would have be the cherry on the cake, really. Regina's mother raised an eyebrow and excused herself, before she left.

"That did not just happen," Emma and Regina said at the same time.

"It did," Ruby and Kathryn responded. They looked at each other, and then laughter burst out.

Regina rolled her eyes at them, and grabbed Emma's wrist. There was no real escape here, so she led them to the balcony. Two waiters were smoking there, but a pointed look from Regina later they left in a hurry. Sighing, the brunette closed the curtain. The last few minutes were a hell of a ride. She had absolutely not expected this, and what irritated her though was more the fact that she felt relieve. Relieve that her mother knew.

The blonde on the other hand looked beaten, her eyes were focused on the floor, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Regina felt bad for her.

"I'm sorry," she apologized.

Emma's head shot up. "You're kidding, right? I am sorry, I ruined everything!"

"What?"

"I mean, your mother hates me –"

To Emma's surprise Regina took a step forward, grabbed her face and kissed her. "You didn't ruin anything, Miss Swan," she panted, her lips wandering from Emma's mouth to her neck. "My mother is strict, yes, but with whom I choose to sleep is none of her business."

"Oh, God, Regina," Emma moaned as talented lips ravished the sensitive skin on her pulse point. Making out a bit would surely help, she thought, soughing Regina's lips. It wasn't messy, in the contrary. It was soft and sweet and tender, their lips barely touching. Then Regina pushed the blonde's body backwards until her back made contact with the railing. Putting her hands on Emma's waist, Regina turned the blonde around, pressing her front against Emma's back.

"Regina, what … what are you doing?" Emma's heartbeat quickened in an instant. They were on a balcony for fuck's sake, they couldn't possibly have sex here … right?

"I think after the disaster inside and your good work in the den, you deserve a reward."

Not right.

"Are you sure –"

"Do you want an orgasm or not, Miss Swan?" Regina murmured in her ear, her hands roaming all over Emma's body, pulling the dress up and sneaking her hands under the material. The blonde's breath hitched in her throat as Regina's hands made contact with her inner thighs. Fingertips were teasing her, caressing the flesh but not going any further … yet.

"Yes. Yes, I want," Emma said, spreading her legs a bit wider.

"You want what?"

Regina kissed the blonde's shoulder, her neck, below her ear. Her lips were ghosting over pale skin, creating Goosebumps all over. The music was muffled from the closed balcony door, and besides the cricket's chirping Regina could hear Emma's heartbeat loud and clear. It was pounding, and she liked it.

"A ... an orgasm," Emma breathed out, as Regina finally reached her covered center. "I want an orgasm. I want it so bad. I need it so bad. Please, Regina" she begged, "Give me an orgasm."

There was no need for more words. Regina pushed the blonde's underwear to the side, attacking an already swollen clit. They gasped out at the same time. Emma from the sheer overwhelming pleasure that spread through her body, and Regina from the wetness she found. The brunette toyed some more with the bundle of nerves, enjoying immensely the sounds from Emma's mouth she was causing. It was hot. It was so goddamn hot!

"God, you're soaked," Regina whispered, two fingers easily slipping into Emma's heat.

"Uhhhh, yeah … you're amazing …" Emma moaned. She had grabbed the railing for support, as her body had fallen a bit forward. They were having sex on a balcony. Under the moon. While crickets chirped. And while like 100 people were behind them drinking champagne, all of them unaware of what was happening a few feet's from them. Well, besides Ruby and Kathryn. They probably knew.

"Fuck," Emma groaned. It wasn't the best angle, but Regina pumped her fingers expertly and reached points, Emma didn't know existed. All the while her thumb flickered over her throbbing clit.

Then she felt it. Emma felt the orgasm building. It was too fast, goddamn, but she couldn't hold back anymore. First, it tingled in the pit of her stomach. Then it spread quickly through her entire body, reaching every fiber of her being. Her breath grew faster and faster, until it stopped altogether. "OH GOD!" she cried out into the night, holding on the railing for dear life as she shuddered violently.

Regina was so turned on, she though she would easily come with one single touch. Her free arm was around Emma's torso, holding her upright while she rode out the orgasm. The other one caressed the sensitive bundle of nerves, until suddenly they heard the balcony door open. In the blink of an eye, Regina had pulled her hand from under Emma's dress, and tugged it down.

"Good evening, ladies," a couple of men greeted them. "Thought we could use a cigarette," one of them clarified and waved a pack of Marlboro in the air.

"That is wonderful, gentleman," Regina smiled politely.

Emma, who by now trusted her legs, turned around and added, "Yes. Yes, that was wonderful," she said, grinning brightly. Guess all the good champagne had clouded her mind a bit. Or was it the orgasm? She couldn't tell, really.

Regina smirked knowingly. "If you'll excuse us," she said, touching Emma's elbow lightly and leading her inside. "I should go and entertain my guests now, Miss Swan."

"Yeah? Yeah, of course! But Regina …" Emma leaned in slightly, "I hope you don't entertain all your guests the way you did entertain me?" she whispered.

"Why, Miss Swan, if I did not know better, I would say you are jealous."

She didn't see it coming, but suddenly Regina grabbed her ass cheek and squeezed, hard. The brunette winked at her, before she walked away, mingling with her guests.

"Fuck," Emma gasped out. "This woman …"

FUCK, INDEED.


A/N: Thank you so, so, so much for all the love! I love and appreciate every single comment, follow, and fav/kudo, you guys are the BEST! I have so much fun writing this story, unlike my other it's light and I enjoy coming up with more ideas. Thanks for reading, until the next one :*