All you think of lately is getting underneath me

All I dream of lately is how to get you underneath me

Here comes the heat before we meet a little bit closer

Here comes the spark before the dark, come a little closer

Closer by Tegan and Sara

Sequestered – Chapter Nine

"I swear. If they don't finish with that testimony soon, I am going to be the one on trial for murder." Regina huffs kicking off her heels as she and Emma step into her hotel room.

"Well, after that guy we still have like five more people who are going to be giving testimony and that's just the prosecution. After all this, then the defense starts with all their witnesses and evidence." Emma says, placing their coats on the stand near the door.

"How much longer can this possibly go on?" Regina asks strolling to the kitchen to prepare a snack for herself and Emma.

"I don't know, I mean when a celebrity is involved these things can go on for a long time. Don't you remember the O.J. Simpson trial? That went on for almost a year!" Emma says picking at the grapes Regina put out on the counter.

Brown eyes widen in shock at Emma's words. Regina had not expected to be away that long. She was thinking a month at the most, and it had already been six weeks. A panic entrenches in Regina's chest as she thinks of Henry. She misses him so much it makes her feel desperate to get home. She had never been apart from him for a single night since she adopted him. She was longing for a hug and the smell of his hair. His face and voice on the small screen of her phone were simply not enough. Regina considers asking Emma to sneak him in, given her ability to get in and out of the hotel unnoticed, even if it's just for one night. Emma could sleep on the couch and Henry could sleep with Regina in her bed. Regina decides to file the idea away, and if they are still here by Henry's birthday, she is going to ask Emma about it.

Emma watches Regina's face drop and her eyes grow large with worry. She surmises that the woman is thinking of her son. Emma can't imagine what this separation must be like for her, even with Emma as a distraction, she catches the brunette looking at his pictures in her phone all the time. The little brown-haired boy always smiling in the images. Emma wonders what it would have been like to have a real mom, and before she can make herself sad, she forces her mouth to move.

"Or, the guy can change his plea to guilty and we could all go home tomorrow." Emma says with the best smile she can muster. She is not ready to lose Regina tomorrow, but she knows this can only last so long. This honeymoon they are living cannot go on forever, but neither woman is ready to consider the fleeting nature of their time together.

"What?" Regina asks too loudly, her homesickness putting her on edge.

"Yeah, I mean the defendant can decide that he wants to plead guilty, usually for a better deal or something, and then there is no more need for a jury." Emma responds confidently.

"But he already said he didn't do it." Regina's eyebrow quirks conveying her confusion.

"He can change it at any time if he wants to. As long as the jury hasn't returned a verdict." Emma says with a shrug of her shoulders.

"You seem to know a lot about this." Regina comments, putting some chips and hummus out onto the counter. "Did you date a lawyer too?" She asks sarcastically.

"No." Emma says with a roll of her eyes. "I watch a lot of Law & Order." Emma corrects, taking a swipe of hummus with a pita chip.

"So you are basing all of this on what you learned from some TV show?" Regina asks, not hiding her chuckle.

"Law & Order is not some TV show!" Emma responds defensively. "It's like the longest running show in history and its extremely accurate." Emma continues with a scowl.

Emma's serious tone, and the fact that she's genuinely insulted, causes Regina to burst into laughter. Her nerves fueling her hysterical state.

"Take it back." Emma demands.

"Take what back? That you are throwing a tantrum over some silly show about lawyers?" Regina asks between bouts of laughter.

"That's it!" Emma says, standing from the stool in front of the counter.

Regina sees the blonde coming at her and immediately bolts to the bedroom. Emma is behind her before she can close the door, and tackles her to the bed, straddling Regina's thighs and holding her wrists over her head.

"Take it back!" Emma demands again. Regina is laughing so hard she can hardly breathe. She is pretty sure she has never laughed this hard in her entire life. Not even when she was a girl, especially not when she was a girl.

"Take it back or I'll never kiss you again!" Emma threatens. Her lips struggling to suppress a smile.

"Oh my, Miss Swan, that is quite a heavy price." Regina says in an exaggeratedly sweet tone. "What ever would I do without those lips on mine?" She asks pouting. Rich brown eyes huge and innocent. Emma is putty in her hands, and she leans in to press her lips against Regina's mouth. The kiss is slow and painfully sensual. Emma's grip softens on Regina's wrists.

"Sucker." Regina whispers against Emma's lips and they both laugh.

"What can I say?" Emma whispers as her lips trail down Regina's throat. "You are irresistible." She says, before sinking teeth into sensitive flesh and causing a moan to slip out of red lips.

Regina's right hand grips the back of Emma's head, holding her tighter against her neck. Her mouth is magnificent, and Regina already feels the lust claiming her. Emma mindlessly unbuttons the front of Regina's shirt. Each flick of Emma's fingers bringing more smooth tanned skin into view. Emma's lips move to kiss each new inch of Regina she reveals. The brunette's chest already heaving and her hips rolling against Emma's thigh instinctively.

When Emma runs the tip of her tongue from the valley between Regina's breasts up to bottom of her chin, Regina moans and grips blonde even tighter. She pulls Emma up by her hair and drags her back down to her lips. Regina's mouth claiming her in a desperate kiss. Emma's tongue descends deep into Regina's mouth. She wants to be so much further inside Regina.

"Wait." Emma pries herself off Regina's lips when the kiss threatens her self-control.

"What now?" Regina asks in an exasperated tone. Her chest heaving and her center throbbing.

"Let's just take it slow." Emma cautions. Her own desire making the words nearly impossible to utter. Green eyes have to turn away. She can't resist the sight of Regina, hair mussed, lipstick smudged, unbuttoned blouse revealing toned flesh and a sinful black lace bra.

"This again? Really? Listen, we took it slow yesterday. I am an adult Emma. I am capable of making my own decisions regarding when I am ready to be intimate with someone." Regina's passion mixes with aggravation and creates a volatile combination.

"I know you're an adult who is fully capable of making her own decisions. I'm not trying to control you. I just really don't want to rush." Emma pleads, forcing herself to look at Regina, but not letting her gaze venture south of her eyes. The dark brown pools are temptation enough on their own. Emma has been down this road before. She doesn't want Regina to do something in a moment of passion that she wasn't ready for, that she might regret later. Emma has suffered that fate before, and to have it happen with Regina would be devastating. "It's like. . . You're like caviar-"

"You have just compared me to salty little fish eggs Miss Swan." Regina cuts off Emma's stammering as she sits up against the headboard. Her arms crossed over her chest.

"No. You're not fish eggs! I mean like caviar you are something to savor, not scarf down like leftover pizza." Emma's expression softens Regina's anger. The blonde looks like someone ran over her puppy. Regina lets her squirm without speaking. She understands what Emma means, and she is flattered, but she doesn't take kindly to feeling controlled.

Regina shifts her gaze back in Emma's direction. The girl looks positively grief stricken. Emma's eyebrows are knitted together, and she looks like she might cry at any moment.

"Oh alright. No need to look so miserable dear." Regina says with a smirk. Her anger dissipating.

Emma lunges forward and captures Regina's lips in a kiss. They remain this way, kissing and intertwined until long after the moon has risen in the sky.


Regina watches Emma. Her green gaze intent on the TV screen. Emma is enthralled by the movie she brought over. Regina is less intrigued by the film, and more interested in the blonde whose arm is wrapped around her shoulders. Emma's other hand is resting on Regina's legs, which are strewn over the blonde's lap. Regina stifles her smile at the scene. She never imagined she could be so comfortable with another person. Red lips twitch at the realization that she has never felt so free in her life, being in this city where no one knows her. The irony is not lost on Regina. . . that she feels so free despite the fact that she is essentially trapped inside this hotel. Regina decides that it's obviously Emma who has made this captivity bearable, and maybe even a little more than that, she admits.

Emma's eyes slip closed of their own accord when she feels Regina's lips on her neck and hand in her hair. Regina's mouth moves deliberately until she catches the corner of Emma's lips. When Emma turns to face the woman next to her, Regina bites Emma's bottom lip and pulls a little. Not too hard, just enough to send a surge of heat coursing through Emma's body.

A devious smile plays on Regina's lips. She can sense Emma's weakness now. Emma is not going to be able to resist her. Not tonight.

"I thought you wanted to watch a movie." Emma's breathing is already labored. Her heart speeding at the warmth of Regina's touch.

"No, you wanted to watch a movie. My interests lay elsewhere." Regina responds as she moves her legs to straddle Emma and sit in her lap. Her hands gripping either side of Emma's face, and abandoning any remaining pretense of movie watching. Emma is defenseless. Regina almost feels bad for the girl. That is until she feels Emma's hands grip her ass and pull her forward hard. Regina lets out a breathy moan filled with pleasure and surprise as her center hits Emma's lower abdomen.

Emma dissolves into Regina's kiss. Rushed and needy. She can't say no this time. As Regina rolls her hips, Emma wonders how she ever said no at all. If this is going to lead to the end of them, then so be it. She is willing to take the risk. She can no longer deny what she needs, what her body is aching for.

A blouse goes flying across the room and Regina is left in her dark red bra. Emma releases Regina's lips and comes up for air long enough to take in the sight. Emma admires toned stomach muscles and wonders how a body can look this good. She lets her fingertips dance over Regina's belly button. Even that part of her is perfect.

"See something you like dear?" Regina asks coyly. Emma seems to be studying her body. Memorizing it, as if to keep a picture in her mind for later.

"Maybe." Emma says with a wry smile. Regina gasps in surprise once more, as Emma tightens her arms around her waist and stands from the couch. Regina wrapped around her effortlessly.

"Where are you taking me?" Regina asks, not concealing her thrill at being lifted and held in such a way. Regina's ankles lock together behind Emma's back, and her lips crash into Emma's once more.

In an instant the pair is on Regina's king sized bed. Emma lays Regina down gently. Panting only slightly at the exertion of carrying the brunette to the bedroom. Emma lands on top of her, and the heat of pink lips on Regina's neck is dizzying.

Emma's heart races with anticipation as her hand slides over Regina's chest. Emma can't help but bite down on Regina's bottom lip when she feels her nipple, hard with excitement, straining against lace fabric. Emma takes the stiff peak between her fingers and then palms Regina's entire breast. Both women moan at the contact.

Every touch feels charged with electricity. Every moan and whisper of encouragement adding to the building heat between them. Emma's lips only add fuel to the fire as they travel across every part of Regina's exposed chest. Her hands equally busy feeling the flesh still covered with a bra.

"Take it off." Regina's voice is little more than a husky whisper, but it produces an atomic level throbbing between Emma's thighs. With a smooth motion, Emma gracefully unclasps Regina's bra with one hand, and uses the other to pull off the garment and drop it on the floor. Emma pulls off her own white tank top and tosses it next to the bra.

"You're so beautiful." Emma whispers as her eyes rake over Regina's newly exposed chest. Regina's mind is telling her she should be shy, that she should cover her body instead of letting herself be gawked at, but Emma's attention is thrilling. The more Emma stares, fingertips hesitantly exploring warm flesh, the more Regina's excitement grows. There is something about being on display for Emma that Regina finds extremely exhilarating. She doesn't respond, but instead grips the back Emma's neck and brings her forward, uniting pink lips with her needy flesh.

Emma opens her mouth slowly, taking in Regina's nipple between her lips. She doesn't notice the moan rumble in her chest as she sucks softly on the hard point. Regina's back immediately arches off the bed. Emma's mouth is warm and her tongue moves skillfully. The brunette is already writhing, and she nearly screams when Emma starts to flick her tongue back and forth quickly around her nipple. Emma's right hand slides between Regina's thighs, cupping her center over silk pajama pants.

An urgent moan erupts suddenly, and Emma moves her attentions to Regina's other breast, causing whispered curses to echo in the room. Regina pulls at Emma's hair and claws at her back. She wants Emma inside of her. It is enough foreplay, she needs to be ravished. Emma feels Regina fidgeting beneath her. She knows what Regina wants, and she is trying so hard to resist the urge to rush, but Regina is smoldering and Emma is a mere mortal.

With a shift in her weight, Emma is between Regina's open legs. She leans forward to claim Regina's lips. Their tongues meeting hungrily. Emma rocks against Regina's center, and the brunette's nails dig into Emma's back encouraging the action. Both women moan, and Emma can feel a light sweat form over her straining back muscles.

Every sound that comes from Regina is pure sex, and Emma isn't sure how long she can last. Her desire reaching new levels. Their kiss lingers. Emma's hips moving in a perfect rhythm against Regina. Emma doesn't have to be instructed this time, she sits back and in a single motion pulls off Regina's pants, leaving her in a tiny dark red lace thong.

"Are you still undecided whether you see something you like?" Regina asks, black hair spilled on the pillow, chest and abdomen heaving, legs parted to accommodate Emma between them. Emma forces her eyes off Regina's body. She stretches out on Regina's right side, her leg placed over Regina's thigh.

"I want you." Emma whispers simply into Regina's ear. The warmth of her breath sends shivers over Regina's body, leaving goosebumps on every inch of her skin. Emma's hand moves slowly over her tanned abdomen and reaches again for her nipple, which she rolls between her fingers.

Regina can hardly take anymore. She feels like she will explode if she doesn't get more contact soon. Emma finally succumbs to temptation. Her fingers tracing Regina's rock hard clit over the drenched fabric of her panties. It's Emma that moans loudest when she feels how wet Regina is, even through her underwear. The brunette's hips jerk up for more friction, but Emma keeps her touch light. Enjoying the feel of her through the garment, increasing her desire and arousal. Regina suppresses the urge to demand the blonde to get her off already. Instead she kisses Emma harder, moving her tongue inside her mouth with renewed fervor.

Emma's fingers slip in easily through the side of the red fabric. Green eyes roll back into her skull. Emma is sure she's going to come right then at the contact with Regina's soaked center.

"Fuck Regina, you're so wet." Emma moans, as her lips separate from Regina's kiss. Her forehead resting against the brunette's collarbone. She can't force her lips to kiss Regina and touch her this way. It's sensory overload and Emma is sure her brain is going to short circuit.

When Regina finally feels Emma running her fingers up and down her slit, hitting her clit on every upward stroke, she goes mute. It's all she can do to force air in and out of her lungs. Immediately her body begins to tremble. Emma's moans are never ending. It's as if Emma's body where the one being lavished with attention. Each sound the blonde emits makes Regina more excited.

Emma moves her fingers in a slow and steady rhythm. She is basking in the silky wet flesh at her fingertips. Regina is desperate for her to go faster. To concentrate on her clit and give her the earth shattering orgasm Regina knows is lurking just below the surface. The brunette is already so desperate for release. It had been far too long since she was last touched. Regina had ended things with Graham years ago, when Henry was little more than an infant. For some reason the image of Graham's heart in a box in her mausoleum had begun to vex her. Every touch, every kindness, felt false. She could not be sure of the reason for his actions, whether they were his own or a product of her control. There was no other suitable partner in Storybrooke, and so Regina had chosen abstinence in place of warmth and companionship. Her body now feeling almost new under Emma's touch.

It takes all of Emma's concentration to keep her hand moving at a slow and steady pace. She knows that Regina wants more, but she doesn't want it to be over too soon. There is only one first time together, and Emma wants it to feel special. She watches Regina writhe and twist her body. Bucking her hips to meet Emma's fingers more quickly. Emma returns her mouth to Regina's breast hoping to distract some focus from what her hand is doing between her thighs. Emma's teeth graze her nipple and Regina lets out a little whimper of pleasure. She releases the hard point, and makes a trail with her tongue up toward Regina's clavicle. She stops short, unable to resist the urge to leave a mark. Without warning, Emma bites down hard and sucks at the sensitive flesh. Regina screams and her hips dig into the mattress. She almost comes undone at the sensation, and she wishes Emma would just keep her fingers over clit instead of stroking the length of her slit. The pressure Emma creates with her mouth leaves a huge red mark that is darkening by the second. Regina is moaning and screaming now, but the blonde is sure she is going to get an earful about this later. It's worth it, Emma smirks as she sees her mark turn a lovely shade of purple.

Regina is panting hard, a thin layer of sweat forming over her skin. She can feel every muscle in her body contract and twitch with need and anticipation. Emma dips her fingertip inside of her and Regina groans. A heat is radiating from her core out to the rest of her body. What started as a warm tingle is starting to feel like molten lava, and yet Emma's fingers continue their slow circular pattern. Hitting her clit every few seconds, making the fire inside Regina grow exponentially.

Emma's mouth has not stopped moving. She has licked and kissed every inch of Regina's chest, and now she is lavishing her neck with the same attention.

"You're going to be the end of me." Emma whispers in her ear, and Regina shuts her eyes impossibly tight. No one has ever talked to her during sex, not like that, and the sultry whisper sends her into overdrive. Emma's fingers stop for a moment, and Regina almost cries. Brown eyes snap open just in time to see Emma rip her panties off her body with two hard pulls.

"Oh my God." Regina gasps, so turned on that she couldn't care less about the ruined state of her expensive lingerie. Emma's fingers return to Regina's swollen throbbing clit, and the momentary separation has only heightened her sensitivity.

"I want you to call my name when you come for me." Emma whispers, her fully clothed lower half starting to rub against Regina's thigh. Regina nearly faints at the sudden increase of heat in her body. She didn't know it was actually possible to get this hot, and for a fleeting moment she wonders if she might have a stroke for being over stimulated. She would take the stroke if it meant she could finally have this orgasm.

"Did you hear me?" Emma demands, and Regina starts to feel her body convulse.

"Yes." Regina finally chokes out, and Emma moans in response. Her own hips gyrating faster against Regina. Emma's fingers dip down again into Regina's entrance. Just barely, but Regina is so sensitive that the sensation is magnified. Emma's finger travels father down, to a place where Regina has never been touched, and brown eyes widen as her head snaps to the side to look at Emma. Emma's eyes are closed as her finger presses lightly against the tight opening. The sensation is not unpleasant, but Regina is relieved when Emma returns her attention to Regina's other entrance. The one that is soaking wet and ready for her.

"Please," is all Regina manages to whisper when she can't stand the anticipation any longer, when she feels like her body is going to overheat and brake up into pieces.

"Are you ready?" Emma whispers directly into Regina's ear. Each syllable adding to Regina's growing need. "Are you gonna come for me?" Emma asks, her finger moving in slow circles over the hood at the top of Regina's clit. Her movements are finally concentrated just on the hard bundle of nerves, and Regina is starting to have spots in her vision as she climbs faster and faster despite Emma's painfully slow ministrations.

"Yes, Emma, yes!" Regina screams, not caring who can hear them. Emma presses down harder, but continues the slow circles, and Regina is finally there. She explodes in a mess of screams and cries. She can't stop her hips from jerking violently, her head thrown back into the pillow. "Don't stop!" She pleads as Emma's mouth begins to suck hard on her pulse point. Another wave pleasure crashes through her, and Regina grips the sheets, balling the fabric up in her hands. Her lower body flailing obscenely. Just when Regina thinks she can't take it anymore, that her body is just too sensitive, Emma plunges her middle finger deep inside of her and Regina goes mute. Another orgasm rips through her body, but this one feels different. If feels like it's coming from another place. From somewhere deep within her. From a place Regina is sure has never been found by anyone before. Regina thrashes hard against Emma's finger. The blonde releases her tortured neck and whispers moans of encouragement until Regina is shaking so hard Emma finally slows, but stays inside of Regina until she stops throbbing around her finger.

It's a long time before Regina speaks. Emma waits patiently peppering kisses over her chest and stomach. Then Regina bursts into hysterical laughter.

"Something funny Mayor Mills?" Emma suppresses a smile and tries to sound serious. Regina can't stop her raucous laughter. It doesn't even sound like her voice, but she doesn't care. She doesn't care about anything other than the beautiful blonde looking up at her from where she was kissing her abdomen. The laughter stops when Regina gets lost in bright blue eyes.

"Come here." Regina whispers in a silky voice, and Emma obeys.

Regina's jaw is still quivering as she pulls Emma's lips toward her in a kiss.

"I think you are slightly overdressed Miss Swan." Regina whispers in an authoritative tone. Emma smiles and kisses Regina again, hoping to avoid the implication of the statement. "Take it off." Regina demands directly, snapping the waistband of the blonde's yoga pants.

"Not yet." Emma says, mustering all the self-control she can find.

"Did I not make you want to—"

"Regina, trust me I want to and I'm so fucking turned on. I just think we should wait for you to touch me." Emma cuts Regina off and tries to explain rather inarticulately.

"You don't have to lie to me Emma, if you didn't like it—"

Emma cuts Regina off again, but not with her words. Regina is made speechless by Emma's hand reaching into her own pants and returning with the evidence of her arousal, which she spreads in the space between Regina's breasts.

At first Emma interprets Regina's silence as disgust, and she regrets her hasty act, but when Regina lunges toward her a moan mixing with their kiss, she realizes she is mistaken. Regina pushes Emma onto the bed, and climbs on top of her.

"If you want to, then what's the problem?" Regina asks, straddling the blonde. Her mouth moving to Emma's neck causing blue eyes to roll backward in pleasure. Despite how good Regina's lips and tongue feel against Emma's sensitive skin, she has made up her mind. She wants Regina to process this part first before she lets her touch her.

"I just don't want you to freak out on me. We don't have to rush this." Emma says through labored breaths.

"But I want to make you feel how you made me feel." Regina whispers. She is nervous about touching Emma. She is mostly afraid she will do it wrong. Emma obviously knows what she's doing, and Regina doesn't want to make a fool of herself. On the other hand, Regina is not about to leave Emma high and dry. Well high and wet, she corrects to herself. Regina's lips return to Emma's neck and venture to her collarbone.

"I have an idea on how to fix that." Emma says, feeling a little unsure of what Regina will think of her compromise.

"What do you have in mind?" Regina asks, stopping to hover over Emma's face. Brown eyes twinkling with excitement.

"Take off my pants and get back on top of me."

Regina wastes no time scrambling off, and removing Emma's grey pants. She admires the blonde, now left in a bra and blue-stripped boyshorts.

"See something you like, dear?" Emma mimics Regina's question from earlier before pulling the brunette back on top of her.

"Indeed." Regina whispers against Emma's lips.

"Don't stop kissing me." Emma orders, and Regina looks down to see Emma snaking her hand in between them, and into her underwear. Regina inhales sharply. She has never seen anyone do that before. A new ach grows inside of her, and she tries to move back to give Emma space to move.

"No." Emma says quickly. Her left hand griping Regina's thigh. "Stay there." She instructs. "Kiss me." She whispers, her hand starting to move. Regina obliges, her tongue moving quickly into Emma's mouth.

Emma's moans tangle with Regina's and it's hard for the pair to maintain their kiss. Each circular motion of Emma's fingers causes her knuckle to hit Regina's clit and the brunette feels another climax starting to build like a nearing storm coming in from the sea.

"God, Regina." Emma whispers, her movements over her own clit increasing in speed. Regina can't help but grind against Emma's hand. She tries to pull herself off, so as to not hurt Emma's hand or impede her orgasm, but every time she moves away Emma forces her down with the hand on her hip.

It's only been a few minutes, but Emma is already flushed and sweating. Her body starting to shake under the force of her impending climax.

"Come for me." Regina whispers against kiss-bruised lips, and it's all the encouragement Emma needs. She hadn't been expecting Regina to speak, and her voice is too sexy to resist.

"Fuck!" Is all Emma can say before her fingers move even faster, and Regina's grinding adds to the pressure, causing her to come harder than she had in her life. "Fuck, fuck!" She repeats, and holds her breath as the climax tears through her.

"Emma!" Regina screams, her grinding and the movement of Emma's fingers brining her to another orgasm. Emma's left hand grips Regina's back and holds her close. Their bodies shaking together until Emma's hand finally stills.

Another kiss and Regina relaxes in a sweaty heap against Emma. Her heart hammering so hard she is sure the blonde can feel it against her chest. They are both gasping for air, but neither wants to move away. Neither wants to give up a centimeter of contact. Both of Emma's hands wrap around Regina. The brunette moves down Emma's body only slightly to allow her head to rest on Emma's chest. Emma's heart is pounding rhythmically against Regina's cheek. A steady reminder that this woman has her heart, and that it beats and feels of its own volition. An unusual peace falls over Regina. It blankets her along with Emma's warm arms and she drifts off to sleep perfectly content. Feeling almost loved.

Emma is still panting when she realizes Regina has fallen asleep. If it weren't for the woman's deep breaths and heartbeat, Emma would be worried that she killed her. She holds the brunette tighter still. Emma doesn't know why she has this strange desire to protect Regina. She knows Regina is no delicate flower, but she can sense that the woman is broken on some level. Maybe it has something to do with her son's father, she thinks. Whatever it may be, Emma knows the fissures are there, just as they are present inside of Emma. Emma has never had anyone to hold her jagged pieces together, but she decides she can do that for Regina. She can be that person. . . that person who fixes things instead of breaking them. It would be a nice change from every other experience in her life.


A/N: Thank you for reading! This update was ready much sooner than I expected thanks to the fact that I had to spend six hours waiting at the passport agency! That means that I wrote this almost entirely on my phone, so please forgive the errors. Autocorrect is a bitch, but I have tried my best to fix stuff. All mistakes are mine.

So, apart from possible errors, what did you think? I hope it was worth the wait of them getting together on an intimate level. Of course there are gong to be a lot more "firsts" for Regina in the coming chapters! I also combined two chapters in one, because I think you guys were going to kill me if Emma stopped her again without giving it up soon after! Lol.

As a reminder, the guy who was murdered was the celebrity, not the defendant.

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