Allow me to clear up some of the reviews.
To guest (jae) – Paraphrasing (Wait! Cora's alive right? And she knew what was going on in the Locksley clan?)
-To answer no. In the first chapter Regina said her father had withered away to nothing (Dead), Robin (Murdered) and Cora (died) of causes unknown.
To the (anon guest) - I do put warnings before every chapter title. To warn the people. So sorry if you miss them. But you can check.
To the (anon guest) – Why did Robin want Regina to take pills that stop her from getting pregnant? And she was already taking birth control.
-To answer I can't give you much in the way of that answer honestly. But it was a ploy. He wanted to hurt her. He figured he would damage her for everyone. "If" something were to happen to him ;). It was mostly to be mean hateful and spiteful.
I proofed this chapter the best I could. If there are errors I apologize. But I hope you enjoy because a lot happens in this chapter. Let me know if you have questions. I'm hoping this long chapter will tide you guys over. Prepare for awws and heart breaks at the end. -AvidVillain95
Chapter 10: I'm Ready
Sun rays tickled Regina's face as she stirred awake. A lazy smile crossed her lips as a muscular arm tightened around her waist. Emma pulled her closer. Feeling the caress of the silk sheets over her body. As she curved in to Emma. A harmonious yelp escaped from the brunette, feeling the blonde's morning wood pressed firmly against her rear. Emma smiled into her neck appreciative of the noise Regina had made.
"Good morning Mrs." She whispered into her ear. Leaning over her pretend spouse. Watching as Regina laid flat on her back, looking up at the detective that loomed over her. Bending down the blonde pressed a kiss to the witness's shoulder.
"Is that your gun or are you happy to see me?" Regina teased.
"Really Ms. Mills? That's a tacky line, didn't expect that from you."
"I guess being around you, has that effect on me."
"Please… kiss me before it gets worse." Emma chuckled, bowing down to kiss the brunette. Sometime during the night she and Emma had shared an intense make out session that resulted in both women ending up naked. After dinner. Pressed against one another but they hadn't slept together. They had rested in each others arms kissing. Encompassed in their forgotten love. Before sneaking beneath the covers.
Regina's tongue intruded Emma's mouth and the response was immediate. As blood rushed from her body straight to her groin. "Babe?"
"Hmmm?" Regina hummed against her mouth. Continuing her assault.
"We have to stop before I can't control myself. We're not ready for that as much as I want us to be." Emma groaned pulling out of the embrace. "We have to get ready. It's already 10 my dear, and we have to report at 12."
Regina knew her lover was veracious but it didn't change the fact. That all she wanted to do was lay in bed. Plus she wasn't enthusiastic to meet a large group of new people. Not after being forced into similar circumstances with Robin. Inwardly it made her cringe and an unpleasant shiver worked itself up her spine.
"We could always shower together. Save water and cut down on time." The witness offered, attempting to shake off the dread she felt. After all, she had asked Emma to do this for her. It wouldn't serve its purpose to back out now.
"Out of bed you temptress." The detective playfully demanded, throwing back the covers. We need to be in town by 11 if you want breakfast."
(X)
Emma sensed Regina's apprehension as the car progressed down the familiar street. If the FBI hadn't trained her in remaining calm in tense situations, she could imagine she would've felt like the brunette beside her. Reaching across the console. The body guard intertwined her fingers in Regina's, hoping to alleviate the nervousness she felt. The brunette squeezed Emma's hand appreciatively as she scooted the sedan into an open parking space. Applying pressure to the brake, she slipped the car into park.
A sigh escaped as she turned to her companion. "Listen I know you're my wife for the time being. But once this case is solved I hope to give us another try and see where this goes. It won't be easy but I am willing to try." Regina felt a mixture of frustration and exhilaration. Disappointment because she assumed she and Emma were already dating, or at least in the process. But excitement overshadowed the disappointment easily. She was drawn to the fact that Emma wanted more than friendship. "I don't think there is a title for what we are right now. But I hope to give it a chance. I know I still have very strong feelings for you Regina. But…"
A frown painted itself into the brunette's features as she looked down at their connected hands. "Emma I understand. I know you're in your White Knight phase. And I love you… even if you're not ready to say and mean it yet." A pained smile was offered to the blonde, before the widow released an exaggerated huff of air. "But if I recall. I think it was you that offered me breakfast if I got out of bed. Surely you are a woman of your word Mrs. White?" Regina administered with a wink. Hoping to ease the tension that had built between them back into playful banter.
"I said if you wanted breakfast. Never said I'd pay for," the blonde responded sticking out her tongue. As she avoided an incoming hit from her witness. "Got to move faster then that if you want me Mrs. White." Her hand squeezing around the door handle as she popped it open. Slinking out to evade another hit as her laughter filled the space around them. The older woman followed, opening her door exiting the vehicle.
(X)
Breakfast passed by without a hitch. As Regina and Emma fell into quaint conversations. Once breakfast ended the women asked for directions to the Rabbit Hole bar, which their waitress happily gave with a smile. They were directed to the spacious bar where the games were being held. Regina grasped Emma's hand as they strutted into the bar. It was only 11:50 in the morning but the tavern was very busy. Couples sat around the pool table conversing. Others were getting an early jump on drinking and others did a mixture of the two elsewhere.
Emma guided Regina to the bar where she spotted Mal. Wiping down glasses with Lily. Each woman ceased their task to wave to the couple. "Hey there vanilla." She said pointing her comment at Emma. The detective responded with a glaring expression. She was anything but plain and boring. "Hello to you as well little Queen. Can I get you guys a drink? Kat should be here soon."
Lily chimed in, "Yea, if she managed to get Fredrick out of bed." Mother and daughter giggled at the tinge in Emma's cheeks. And the young brunette moved to quickly clarify. "Not like that. Uncle Fred is very competitive… once he gets going. But getting him started is the hard part."
"Speak of the Devil," the blonde said, tapping her daughter's side. Pointing toward the door, as her sister walked in. A tall man in tow with brunette hair that swung mostly to one side. Sporting a grim expression, that said he longed to be anywhere but in the bar. "Stick close to us and we'll give you the inside scoop on everyone." Running a towel around a glass, she looked up again. "Well it would appear my sister is finally ready." The older blonde spoke as she placed a glass of wine in front of Regina and a Heineken in front of Emma. The couple shot her a grateful look before turning back to her sister.
Lily bent close to Emma and whispered in her ear, catching the detective off guard. Making her jump slightly, while Regina sat silently as she watched the interaction. Attempting to keep her eyes on Kathryn but she couldn't. Her anger boiled at the younger woman. There was only enough room in Emma's life for one brunette. Her. Emma's laughter filled the bar as Lily pulled away. Regina's nerve stood on end. Wondering what could be so funny, that it spiraled her Emma into laughter. But she didn't get the chance to further analyze the situation as Kat cleared her throat loudly. Drawing the attention of the room to herself.
"Alright first I want to thank you guys for coming. Wonderful turnout," the blonde said clapping her hands together in glee. Moving to the middle of the bar so everyone could see her. Hauling an apprehensive Fredrick in her wake. "So before we jump into the games I think it is important that we get to know everyone's name. We'll go first." She said pointing to herself and her husband. "I'll state my name, then my partner will state his. Then where we are from."
The group gave a mixture of anticipation and groans. Most of the groans stimulating from the men. Though a couple woman looked ready to bolt as well. "Kathryn Knight."
"Fredrick Knight from Olivia, Minnesota." He declared in a monotone voice, which nearly put everyone to sleep. Kathryn shot him a warning glare and he straightened his spine. All signs of un-interest vanishing and was replaced with a faux smile.
"Aurora Phillips.
"Prince Phillips. No I'm not royalty my parents happened to name me that. San Antonio, Texas."
Mal bent over the bar. Pulling Emma's and Regina's attention, while the group asked the Phillips how they were fairing the weather.
"He is pretentious. More bark than bite but her. She has her moments when she doesn't act oblivious. They have come almost every year. But I must say my sister does an excellent job of brainstorming the games. But leaves it to our discretion so she can play. They are never the same."
The next couple went. "Um Lacey Lucas." The brunette admitted in almost a whisper. "But some call me Belle."
"Ruby Lucas. Minneapolis, Minnesota."
Mal whispered into the space again. "Don't let Belle's cute, shy routine fool you. She is a book worm and can come up with answers and strategies in a snap. Her wife… she is the brawn. They'd make admirable allies rather than adversaries."
"Mulan Li."
"Shang Li. Imperial City, China." Eyes turned to the couple. As the raven haired man hung his head. Knowing the questions the eyes asked before they even asked. "Mulan's friend Aurora. Told us about it, and we decided it would be a good idea." Oh's echoed the throughout the room.
"Friends my ass." DQ whispered in a humorless chuckle. "Those two are having an affair my money says. Probably will end up leaving here together."
"A bet?" Emma taunted. Being a successful agent meant reading body language. And based on both women's body language Mal was right. They casted one another glances that made each other blush. There was more unspoken between the two women. But based on the looks their husbands gave them. The affair wouldn't go anywhere pass the week.
"You are on! And when you lose. I'll make you a shirt that reads vanilla on the front. And across the back. It will say taste the boring."
The blonde's banter caused them to miss several other couples. Emma thought the room had grown quiet but hadn't registered it was their turn. "Mal!" Kathryn shouted. Hands placed on her hips in aggravation toward her older sister. "Stop alienating the new comers. It's their turn." She huffed angrily.
"Oh forgive me!" Mal humored. Sarcasm dancing through her eyes, placing a hand over her heart in a mock apology.
"It was my fault." Emma quipped. "I was putting your sister in her place… in a friendly manner." The blonde shrugged. Earning a smile from the blonde hostess.
No one had put her sister in her place in years. For one, her sister didn't get involved with people. But when she did her attitude had made people feel uncomfortable, despite her crude humor being harmless. And if the new blonde was willing to. Regardless of the fact that she loved her sister, then she was happy to be lenient. Taking the opportunity Emma introduced her wife. "This is my wife Rose White. And I am Emma White. We hail from Bridge Port, Connecticut." Emma lied smoothly.
The wives swooned at the way Emma introduced Regina with such love and admiration. The introductions continued but the blonde couldn't take her eyes off her partner. She wanted Regina. She wanted her stubbornness. Her temper, her loyalty and her love.
"Alright now that we have met everyone. We will all divide into teams. Lily will go with the wives and girlfriends. Mal will stay with the significant others for the time being. Both women will explain the next part once everything has settled." The group moved accordingly all filing into their perspective groups.
Glee danced across Mal's features as her group settled in. Sitting close together but still far enough apart. Some sat the bar. Others sat at a booth or the taller tables. DQ smiled when her eyes fell to Emma and Ruby. Pride blossomed in her chest, that the blonde had taken her advice. "Looks like I got the fun group!" She said eager to get the group excited.
"Alright well… maybe not all of you." She noted, grumbling several obscenities under her breath. Looking to her left, she smiled at the closed door. "Listen the more effort you put into this the better reaction you'll get from your sweetheart." Several of the husbands groaned and DQ continued. "Never said it had to be real." The group openly debated the statement before the older blonde received agreeing nods and 'yea's'. The bar owner hid the smile that threatened to surface on her lips.
"So what will you have us doing today oh wise one?" A man named Arthur asked. His tone not hiding the sarcasm that he boasted. Making Emma look at the man in aggravation, he was already rubbing her bad side.
"Today is a game called. How well do you know your partner? One side will pluck the question from this hat. Also known as the Mad Hat." The blonde said holding up the battered hat for everyone to see. "Your significant other will have a white board. Once you pluck a question I will read it aloud. Your partner will answer on their board holding it out of your view. You must answer the question and if you're right you receive a point. I will keep score for my team and Lily will for hers. Wrong answers will result in penalization and I'm sure your girls will hold a fine grudge. But there is a catch."
"It gets worse?" Asked Ruby. As she continued nursing her beer. Not enjoying the way this was going. Even Emma was anxious to hear what was coming next. As she too took a pull from her bottle.
"Of course darling." The blonde winked wickedly. "First couple to seven wins. The 'males' will go first. Once all of you have gone it becomes your mates turn. But… before we begin. Everyone must add to the questions that are already in the hat. It can be crude or sweet, details don't matter. It's mostly based on how you and your partner answer."
The blonde walked away heading to the bar were she retrieved papers and a large handful of pens. "Let's begin shall we?"
(X)
The group took longer than the blonde had purposed. The wives and girlfriends were eager, where their partners had been apprehensive. But after administering drinks and several calculating warnings things had finally fallen in to place. With each wife and girlfriend being given a dry erase board, the game began. "Alright give me a number from one to fifty."
The blonde purposed looking to Arthur who sat in the first seat. Emma believed it was because he felt macho. Secretly she felt bad for his wife Gwenivere. Mayhaps he was better than he acted, but she doubted it.
"7"
"3"
"20"
"47
"27"
"9"
"18"
"Ok you guys can stop." Mal said halting the rest of the group from going. "Based on the number I had in my head. Believe it or not 30 was my number." Winking toward Emma.
"Hey that's not fair we could've guessed that." Said one of the patriants.
"My bar, my sisters games, my rules." Mal said matter of factly. Ultimately silencing the gamer. Emma looked up in horror. She had thrown out the most random number she could think of. But if she had to guess by looking at the older blonde's face. The fact she hadn't addressed all the "men's" side. The detective gathered she had been targeted on purpose.
"Now if everyone including Emma would rearrange so that she is first. Followed by the person next to her. So that they will be first, second, third and so on. And if the significant others would match up accordingly."
Chairs scooted and scraped the floor. Several moments passed until the group was finally reorganized. "Okay Emma you may go first. Pull a question." DQ instructed holding the Mad Hat up like a victory token. The body guard looked haphazardly toward the blonde. "Come on vanilla," the older woman prodded. Knowing the woman needed an abrasive push to get started.
"Absolutely. But since you feel the need to call me vanilla. I suppose I can call you… salt."
"Salt?" The older woman questioned. "Like Angela Jolie in that spy movie? Because I am awesome right?"
"No. Salt, because you look sweet like sugar but in reality you're bitter. And much like salt… your humor is dry." The blonde stated matter-of-factly.
Maleficent tried to hide her smile as Emma pulled a small piece of paper from the hat. Perhaps you're not as vanilla as I once believed, she thought. Admiring the blonde and her tenacity.
Taking a stilling breath Emma looked at the question. Then looked around the group, she tried ignoring all the eyes that were trained on her. After all it was what had been drilled into her with vigorous and aggressive training. "Emma?" Came a soft velvety voice the blonde had grown to love.
"Yes? Sorry." Emma said shooting her partner an apologetic look. "Here you go Salt." Her piece of paper was held out for Maleficent to take.
DQ looked at the slip and her eyes twinkled toward her younger sister. "Kathryn we'll need the fruit and blindfold."
Emma looked at the woman to her left. What the hell was the question? Kat nodded before retreating to the back. When she resurfaced she held a tray filled with several fruits in chilled bowls. A black blindfold was hung from her finger tips. Sitting the fruit on a table set up beside the couples connected tables. Emma had been skeptical, when she saw the set up. High tables and chairs had been set up in a speed date type manner.
"Rose the question is," Mal began. As Kathryn sauntered behind her and slid a thick black blindfold over her eyes. "What is your favorite fruit? Please whisper the answer in Lily's ear."
"Let's hear it." Lily chimed, bending down to her fellow brunette. Regina hadn't wanted to tell her anything. Especially after seeing her act so familiar with her girlfriend. If she could even call Emma that. But she would play nice for now, but seeing someone move in on something she felt strongly about. Only made her Latin blood run hot. Sighing, she whispered her answer into Lily's ear. The younger woman smiled. "Interesting choice." She said pulling away. Watching as the older brunette shrugged. "Ok were ready."
Mal turned back to Emma. "How well do you know your partner Emma? Select Regina's favorite fruit. And feed it to her in a creative way." The bodyguard nodded. They had put her in the hot seat and she was more then happy to oblige. Anything involving Regina she was an expert at. Emma walked toward the table feeling confident. Using the tongs she slipped a piece of diced pineapple into her hand. Followed by a slice of strawberry.
Emma smiled. She wasn't sure why her love always liked strawberries and pineapples together but she did. Perhaps when they got home that would be her first question for the night. Getting to know Regina in and out was something she was looking forward to- again. Happy with her selection she strutted back to her companion. "Don't do anything till I tell you I'm finished. Just feel me okay?" Regina didn't verbally respond, she just nodded her compliance.
Regina wasn't sure what she had planned, but her faith in Emma was blinding. The blonde had protected her and been honest thus far and she didn't think that would change now. A sweet smell filled her nostrils as she felt something run over her bottom lip. Instinct had her tongue following the trail that had been left behind on her lip. It was pineapple. Emma remembered, but as quickly as the smile came it vanished. Replaced by a frown.
"I told you not to do anything before I told you I was finished." Emma chuckled, feeling her loves sadness. It slightly hurt that Regina thought she didn't remember her favorite fruits. But she couldn't necessarily blame her, it had been 10 years.
Regina didn't know what was going to happen next, but she hadn't missed the sadness in Emma's laughter. The brunette was pulled from her thoughts when she felt thin lips pressed to hers hungrily. The blonde hadn't kissed her since last night and she missed the embrace. Regina could taste Emma's need to prove herself. To prove she hadn't forgotten, to prove the years may have changed. But her feelings hadn't. Something cold and firm pressed against lip. Plump lips parted and she felt the firm item pass between her lips, along with something softer.
The detective pulled back ending the contact. Giving Regina a chance to taste her victory. "Done. Now chew my love." Emma smiled as she watched the brunette chew the fruit. "Was I right Mrs. White?"
Fingers tips brushed over her lips where Emma had kissed her. Savoring the moment and sweetness of the fruit. She hadn't forgotten after all. The need to feel Emma again darkened her eyes. To display her gratitude, she anxiously scratched to find the elastic on the blindfold. Raising it above her head, her eyes fell to the blonde that captured her heart so many years ago.
Emma stared down at dark pupils. Regina was granting her permission to kiss her again. The bodyguard bent and reclaimed a kiss so full of love and passion it made her head swim.
"Damn I like pineapple too. Wish my husband kissed me like that." Gwenivere proclaimed. Making the two women all too aware of their surroundings.
"Gwen!" Arthur reprimanded.
Emma and Regina heard the commotion but ignored it. They were in their own world. Staring at one another. Emerald irises glistened with emotions that were mirrored in coffee hued irises. "I love you," Regina whispered.
"I feel the same."
Regina counted the admission as a win. Emma hadn't officially proclaimed her love. It hurt but the brunette understood. Her eyes followed her companion as she went back to her seat.
"Well that was…that was."
"Hot." Ruby supplied. Shooting her new friend a wink and thumbs up. Emma blushed.
"Ok DeVille. Your go."
Regina listened to everyone. Joining in with her own laughter when some of the comments were funny. With the first round finished, only ten couples had a point. Out of a count of twenty-five couples. Several of the men were already in the dog house. But it was finally the wives and girlfriends turn. She silently hoped she didn't pick a crude question.
"Ready Rose?" Lily asked holding out the hat to the older woman.
"Absolutely." She answered, with a slight rise in her chin. Dipping her hand into the hat she felt for a piece of paper. Pulling her hand free, she handed the paper to the young woman.
"Rose your question is. Would Emma rather be a bottom or top?"
Regina cringed. Emma was always shy of her body, until Regina proved she loved her and her body. That the blonde had nothing to be ashamed of. So she had been the top, when she and Emma had furthered their affection for one another. But Emma was different now. Every kiss had been different. Fear snaked up her spine as she watched her partner write her answer on the board. She was going to have to guess. The question wasn't fair.
"Your answer Rose?"
"Bottom?"
Emma smiled and flipped her board to reveal her answer. It read 'top' and Regina felt her shoulders drop. "Its okay love, I'll wait till your ready. Plus the question isn't fair. It's just a game baby." Emma cooed. The question was difficult based on their current situation.
"She can top me any day," Gwen stated bluntly. Earning a warning glare from her already fuming husband.
Emma ignored the crude comment but Regina's temper was bubbling at a dangerous rate.
"I'd watch it G. Latinas tempers are extremely protective and quick to trigger." Ruby warned.
Several other females chimed in with their agreeance. The special agent shot Ruby an appreciative nod. Prodding the brunette to continue, "Plus Emma is into her wife. She looks at Rose. The way I look at my Belle."
Ruby's comments seemed to work as the brunette quieted down. Unbeknownst to the group she took the brunettes warning as a challenge. Plus she found Emma attractive and the way she treated her wife with such admiration and compassion, made her want the same treatment.
(X)
All the females went and it was once again Emma's turn. Out of twenty-five participants five had two points. Three had one. The rest hadn't scored yet or had been penalized.
Mal had decided she would pluck for the rest of the duration of the game. Before voicing the question an alarm went off somewhere behind the bar.
"Shot time!" Mal shouted jarring several contestants who looked on the verge of slumber. "Lily passed out a shot of vodka and bourbon to each person. Let's make things interesting! As much fun as it is watching you guys bicker. Let's turn up the heat!" Lily passed the shots out to every person. Her mother waited till every body had liquor. "Drink!"
The men took both and grimaced, as the alcohol slid down their throats. Happy to take a break from the tedious game. The women looked curiously at the alcohol. As well as wondering what this had to do with the game. "Drink ladies. Or your disqualified and have to pay for all alcohol consumed tonight." The thought of having to settle the tabs lit a fire under the women as they drank. Gurgles and sputtering sounded as they forced down the drinks and their unpleasant burning sensation. "Give it a moment and let it hit your system before we continue."
Emma watched as Belle, Aurora, Ursula, and several others swayed in their seat. Now Emma understood why they began the games began so early. "Emma your question is. What is Rose most afraid of?
The detective debated the question. Regina was to sloshed to focus. Turning to the hostess, Emma smiled sadly. "I could guess but I'd probably be wrong. The only one that knows the answer to that question is Rose." She answered turning to her partner who looked on the verge of being sick.
"Maybe you shouldn't have given the light weights a mixture," Emma humored. Chuckling as she watched the contestants swerve in their chairs. Though the warmth building in the pit of her stomach was having an effect on her as well. "Food break?"
"Had I known you guys couldn't handle your liquor I would have never. But it seems as though, we don't have an option. Mind helping me with the food?"
"I'll help too." Gwenivere said rising from her chair. Eyeing Emma as a prey trapped in her web.
"No Lily can help," Mal said trying to save her friend who seemed oblivious.
"Mom. I think it would be best if I supervise the group. Aunt Kat looks ready to pass out… And uncle Fred already did." Her daughter groaned. Cursing her mother under her breath for mixing white and brown liquors. And having the couples drink them one after the other. "Actually can you go get some help and supplies from the diner. It's after 5 I'm sure they are closing now."
Mal looked exhausted at her daughter. Year after year she regretted helping her sister, and year after year she still agreed anyway. Giving her daughter a nod she placed the hat on the table. "Emma there's a kitchen in the back. Go through that door." Her finger pointing in the direction behind the bar. "Hang a right and it will take you to the kitchen. Wings in the oven. Platter of subs on the counter. Fresh fruits in the refrigerator. And pitchers of water and juice in the fridge as well." Before turning her attention to her aunt who ran in the direction of the bathroom. Lily mouthed 'thank you'.
Looking at the door, the detectives long legs strutted her toward the door Lily had directed her to. The stumbling steps behind her made Emma aware of the raven haired woman following her.
(X)
Sidney grabbed his suitcase from small aircrafts cabin. When his partner had learned the location of Regina Mills, he had made shipping Sidney to Minnesota a priority. Everything had been set up. Looking around he spotted the unmarked sedan that his boss had assigned to him.
Looking around Sidney noted the small town. It was a small town and he had no hunch or clue where his target was. It didn't matter at the moment. He was a step closer to Regina Mills. And she was one step closer to her death.
(X)
Regina had made several trips to the bathroom. On her first trip to the restroom she had spotted Emma and Arthurs wife setting out food. And the ones able to walk of their own volition had swarmed the snacks. After a good quantity of alcohol had been purged from her system she felt better. But still dizzy enough that her steps were labored and well thought out. Every one seemed to be more alert. Some had come from food others had come from throwing their liquor up as well or urinating.
Regina searched the crowd for familiar blonde hair, but Emma wasn't in the room. She should be here, where is she? Tapping the closest person she was happy to see she had caught Ruby's attention. Quitting her conversation she turned to face the brunette. "Oh Regina. Hey! Feel better?" She asked shifting her beer to her free hand. The witness couldn't hide her distaste at the thought of consuming more alcohol.
"Hello Miss Lucas. Have you seen my wife?"
"Gwen said she needed help with some food. So she obliged."
"Point me in the direction?"
(X)
"Papa?" August asked, peeking around the steel frame of his father's office door. A smile graced the old man's lips as he looked up to see his son, standing proudly.
"My boy! It's my boy!" Gepetto exclaimed happily as he rose from his chair. Rushing to greet his son, who had already strode halfway into the large room. August pulled his father into a rough hug, as both men slapped one another on the back. His father was older then him but carried the strength of ten men. Attempting to save his lung from collapsing the young man pulled out of his father's embrace.
"Tis good to see you Papa."
"Yes my boy. Allow me to look at you." He preened smoothing his sons leather jacket. "You look good son. Come have a seat." He requested, stepping aside so his son could proceed further into the office. Gepetto couldn't hide his wide smile as he sidestepped around his desk. Watching his son squat into his seat.
"Papa I came on a business meeting. Rather then personal affairs."
The white haired man held up a hand to stop his son from continuing.
"My boy, my boy before we begin business I want to know about you. And the only daughter I've ever known."
August's smile widened at the mention of Emma. After all it had been he that got her into the force but her knowledge and drive had gotten her promoted. With his father taking her under his wing. "She is good. I'm glad we sent her away. Even if fate hadn't had Mrs. Locksley seek our and Emma's help. We would've intervened in another way of course."
"Yes my boy I remember the stories. Of how she use to drink and talk about our witness. They started after that case." Sadness plaguing his father's voice as he hung his head. No doubt remembering what the blonde had been through.
"Had we not sent her away. I would've feared the worst." August admitted. "But hopefully Regina will be the solution she needs. Having Anna brightened her life but she needs to love and trust again."
"I agree my son but tis not why you are here. Tell me about you and your business."
"I am fine father. Has Emma checked in yet?"
"Nay. But she has a phone. It's encrypted fear not. But about your business my boy."
August looked down unable to meet his father's gaze. How could he tell him that his operation had been compromised. It had taken pulling connects in the C.I.A to help him even get a glimpse at the truth. And even then there wasn't that much information. Whoever the traitor was, was doing a great job covering it up.
"Have you recently added anyone to the team? Or established a connection with a branch?"
"You know we did my boy. This Locksley – Mills case has caused a muck. Here, as well as the New York bureau. We were forced to join forces as well as Intel."
"Until I know further information I will not disclose what I've found. But Papa… I fear the worse."
(X)
Emma had been through training brutal enough to make any man cry. She had endured it, so she could become an agent. Trained in interrogation. Trained in handling ones emotions. But in this moment that training seemed futile. Wasted even, as Gwen cornered her against the counter. She had only come to help the woman after she asked for it.
"Emma I see the way you look at me. You want me. And I damn sure want you. I see the passion you pour out. The love, I want that. I need that again."
"Have you told your husband? Emma asked trying to push the inebriated woman away. "And I only do it because it's what my wife deserves. We have had bad and good days too, but we're getting past it."
"My husband is a archeologist. He doesn't give a damn about saving this marriage. Or making me feel special." Forcing her body back into the distance the detective had created.
"Gwen I'm married."
"Just one kiss."
"Gwen! Ah! Stop it!"
(X)
Ruby had been kind enough to point her in the right direction. But she still felt as though she were lost in the large bar. Heated voices carried from down the corridor and Regina followed them apprehensively.
"Gwen! Ah! Stop it!"
Emma. Was all Regina could think as she ran down the corridor. Brushing into the wall as her boots clopped down the hallway.
Turning she stood mouth agape in the corridor, silently watching the two women.
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"Oh!" The raven haired woman quipped. Slipping curious fingers into Emma's waistband. Cradling the hardening appendage. Stroking it. "My aren't you a surprising one Mrs. White?"
"Gwen your dru…" The words were swallowed by the woman. As she pressed her lips to the detectives. A throat behind them cleared and the women separated.
Regina glared angrily at the two women. "I'll see you outside Emma." Grabbing the last dinner tray. "Regina." She spat passing by the brunette.
The two women stood alone. Guilt painted itself over Emma's strong features as she looked into Regina's fiery eyes. "She was drunk. I can explain…"
Regina remained silent as she stalked toward the bodyguard. In a calm tone that made Emma shake in her boots she began. "Miss Swan. Take me home. Now," she hissed. The blonde openly gulped as the older woman rotated on her heels and walked through the doorway. Emma was inf. trouble and she knew it.
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Sliding the car into park, Emma turned to Regina hoping she would hear her out. But the car door slammed before the blonde could get out a word. Groaning, green irises followed the brunette as she walked to the front of the car. Arms folded over her chest in anger.
Popping the door open, Emma grabbed her pistol from the console and got out. Slipping the gun into the back of her waist band, flipping her shirt over it. The brunette only glared at her angrily, but the detective could feel the anger radiating off her skin. Regina made a point of brushing past Emma into the house. The agent took a moment to gather her words and explanation. Before stepping into the cabin after the fiery witness.
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Furious didn't begin to describe how Regina felt. She hated to think what would have happened if she had not interrupted the two women. She needed a knife. No, she needed Emma. She was in witness protection after all. But a little headache would pass away. she couldn't say the same about multiple stab wounds. Searching through the cabinets she found a plethora of cans and snacks. Then she found it. .. Emma's scotch. A considerable amount was gone, but the brunette shrugged it off. What remained didn't matter.
As soon as the blonde crossed the threshold she planned to vent her anger. Emma had perfect timing or unlucky depending on who was asking. The witness cocked the bottle back and flung it with all her might.
Emma ducked just in time to avoid the flying object. The item shattered against the wall behind her as auburn liquid pooled against the wooden floor. The pungent smell of scotch filled the air as Emma stared at shattered glass and her prized scotch.
"What the hell was that Miss Swan?" The brunettes tone vehement as she stepped toward Emma. Careful to avoid the scattered shards around their feet.
Dragging her eyes to Regina, she felt her own attitude beginning to surface. "Regina I had no choice. She was drunk. I didn't want to hurt her. I didn't think things would escalate that far. But if I may speak freely. We aren't even together. If I had been given the option." Emma's eyes softened as the words escaped from her lips. She had said the words but she hadn't meant them. It had seemed like the right thing to say in the moment. But she quickly regretted it.
"Well you have made that abundantly clear dear. Showing no regards for mine or anyone else's feelings I see. But then again I guess turning your back on people and doing what you want is something that comes naturally isn't it?" Regina hissed venom coating her tongue.
Emma's reserved anger was threatening to make an appearance. As she felt her resolve slipping. "What is that suppose to mean?"
"That night, ten years ago Emma. You could've fought for me. You could've ran me down and fought for me. But what did you do Emma? What the fuck did you do?!"
The detective gritted her teeth. "Regina calm down."
"I will not calm down! It was you Emma! You turned your back on me. We were a team and you let me down. You. (Shove). Let. (Shove). Me. (Shove). Go." Regina said angrily. Remembering the night she had lost everything that meant something to her. The night her life had gone to hell.
Regina's eyes sparked with a challenge and the blonde answered eagerly. Heat rushing to her groin, as her animalistic instincts took over. Regina was the match to her flame and right now she was causing sparks. Unable to fight the way Regina made her feel and the anger they both displayed. Firm lips attack the brunettes pushing her backward into the kitchen aggressively. The older woman answered back with her own fury clawing at her bodyguards hips. Emma infuriated her, but she also kindled her unbridled passion.
Regina reached out for something to anchor her as Emma pushed her deeper into the kitchen. Keeping a firm hold on her waist. Her smooth fingers grasped onto plates they had used the previous day for breakfast. Her fingertips raked across as the younger woman continued her assault. The plates came crashing down to the floor in a loud clash but it didn't slow the detective. Her hands only tightened around her waist pushing her back against a counter.
Their lips stayed connected as Emma passed her anger into the kiss. Regina responded accordingly giving the blonde retribution. Pulling back to breathe the tow-headed woman gazed at her partner. Some of the fire had been extinguished but the hurt still remained. The brunette may have been over her anger but Emma was far from it. She still had bottled up anger from ten years ago she planned to vent as well.
Hungry lips targeted Regina's neck feasting on her warm skin. Kissing her pulse points before she bit it. Nails dug into her back as the widow non-verbally reprimanded the agent. Before she had a chance to focus on the neglected side of Regina's neck. She found smooth fingers curving on either side of her face. As she pulled the blonde into a kiss. The kiss started slow, sucking all the anger out of the blonde. Then it quickly escalated, her companion sucking her lip until it busted. Pain shot through her lip as she took the brunettes warning. Stepping back to gauge her witness.
Unfallen tears glistened in her eyes as she looked at the blonde. Emma wanted to reach out for her but her pride kept her at bay. Wiping the back of her hand over her lip. "You. Let. Me. Go." Regina finally spoke, pain evident in every pause. Her tone watery and wounded and she fixed her clothing and turned to leave. But Emma's murmur held her in place as she turned enough until the blonde was in view. "What did you say?"
Silence fell in the cabin as Emma gave a dark chuckle. Rubbing her neck nervously, turning her head so she could face the love of her life. "You're right. I should've. But I listened to your mother. Regina I wasn't good enough for you. I couldn't make you happy. You deserved better. I thought I was doing the right thing." Regina stepped closer to her love.
Emma continued. Permitting Regina to step into space as she stroked her arms with her fingers affectionately. Sending chills down the brunettes skin. "Regina I hate what happened. But if you hadn't left I would have never became a mother or gotten my life together. You walking away was the best and worse thing that ever happened to me. Because of you I became the woman I am today. I never stopped loving you. When I look at you I see my second chance. What happened to you is unforgivable and it infuriates me. But had you not walked out of my life I would have never gotten the chance to fall in love with you all over again.
Because of you Regina I'm not scared to love again. And that scares me. Love is full of hidden scars but they also remind me that even though sometimes love is ugly and it hurts. It reminds me that I'm alive and time heals all wounds. There is no one that I would rather wake up to and fall in love with daily then you Regina. You complete me."
Words had never been so truthful or fulfilling to Regina. She knew that falling in love again and having it envelope you wouldn't be easy. But anything felt possible with the blonde in front of her. Regina stroked Emma's sides in such a loving way it made her swoon. As she leaned up to claim the thin lips she loved so much. Emma wanted her regardless of her being battered and broken and she wanted Emma. Her arousal spun around her, throbbing and heating her entire body. Her heart rate accelerated as strong arms held her firmly. Protective even.
Pulling back the brunette looked at her. She needed to feel Emma and be connected to her. Spiritually, mentally and physical. They both had scars from the past, but they were both giving one another a second chance. Hope that tomorrow would be better, but to Regina today. The moment they were trapped in was all she needed.
Pressing a feathery kiss so lightly to the blonde's lips. Coffee colored eyes turned black as they separated. Gazing into one another's eyes as if they were seeing each other for the first time. "I'm ready."
Sorry I know this chapter is super long. But I thought Chapter 10 would be a good climax chapter. I'm aiming for 20 chapters but it may be more. We'll see honestly. But review and let me know what you think. Thanks again! -A