Hello wonderful readers!
Loved the enthusiasm for the rating change, so as you might've been able to tell, I have complied! I hope I did it justice.
And everyone's reactions to the craziness of last chapter were excellently entertaining, I'm super happy everyone enjoyed the hijinks!
Now for more.
When Emma heard the door open, she turned to the entrance and saw Regina sauntering in, a sigh escaping her lips as they made eye contact and saw she was alright. Emma rushed forward to take Regina into her arms and kiss her soundly before the door had fully closed; their lips moved in tandem and Emma let out a wanton moan at the feeling. She was addicted to Regina's lips.
She knew that Regina had been gearing up to chastise her for her recklessness that almost got them caught, but Emma still had adrenaline thrumming through her veins and that dress looked sinful, it just had to go. So she pinned her against the door and continued kissing her, hips grinding into Regina's slowly.
Regina quickly forgot what she was going to say as Emma's lips overwhelmed her brain to the point where she could think of nothing more than the way their bodies touched, and Emma's hips pressed against her core. It was intoxicating, and she needed more. Her hands moved to Emma's chest, palms running towards her shoulders underneath the black leather jacket, pushing it away, and Emma moved so she was no longer holding Regina and the jacket could slide down her arms and onto the floor.
Next came Emma's shirt, and once it was gone, the latter latched her mouth onto Regina's neck, and then peppered kisses in the vicinity as her hands reached down to unbutton the front of Regina's dress. Once it was open, Emma grabbed the lapels and began leading them to the bed, now back to kissing her on the lips. It was messy but oh so fulfilling.
When the back of Emma's legs collided with the bed, she was going to turn them so Regina would fall beneath her, but apparently, her partner had other ideas. She quickly took over, stopping Emma's movements before pushing her down onto the bed and climbing on top of her. The open dress and lacy bra did wonders to Emma's arousal, and she began to sit up to get rid of them, but a firm hand on her chest prevented her from continuing. Her back collided with the mattress and she could only look at her girlfriend in adoration. Though right then it was probably mostly lust.
Regina's smirk and sensual sway of her hips gave Emma quite an idea of what was happening, and she gleefully watched as Regina finished taking off her dress slowly, chucking it to the floor before she leaned forward to place her arms on either side of Emma's head and kiss her. The kiss quickly deepened and their tongues slid against one another as Regina reached around to unclasp her bra first, and then Emma's, balling both up before throwing them to the side.
Emma still had her pants on, so Regina began to kiss down her lover's body. Soft, supple lips barely brushed the skin of her shoulders, her breasts, and down her chest to her hips, just where the hem of her dark wash jeans rested. She quickly undid the button and the zipper, and then moved so she could slide them down and away, along with her panties. She used the opportunity to get rid of her own underwear, and now that they were both naked, the real fun could begin.
Regina heard Emma's breathless moans as she ran her fingers through flushed skin, and she had to lean forward to whisper in Emma's ear, "You look so beautiful, and oh the things I want to do to you."
"No complaints here," Emma responded with bravado as she went to grab Regina's hips. But Regina stopped the hands by holding onto Emma's wrists, and pulling them above her head.
"Keep them there," Regina ordered coyly.
"But-" Emma began to protest.
Regina rolled her eyes. "No buts, unless you want me to bring out the handcuffs."
"Kinky." Emma's eyebrow wag made Regina scoff and she was tempted to make good on her threat if only to shut her up.
"Maybe next time," Regina said, before she kissed Emma again. She straddled Emma's right thigh and rubbed herself against Emma's flushed skin. Her lips moved to Emma's breasts, kissing one and then the other softly before her tongue swirled at the tip. Meanwhile, her right hand sneaked down between Emma's folds and swiped along the length with two fingers, already so slick. She sat up and brought the fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean, much to Emma's amazement.
"Fuck..." she muttered, gaping.
"I will," Regina winked, and then brought her fingers back down to tease Emma's clit, and her lips sought out Emma's pulse point and latched on to it. Emma squirmed under her touch, her moans fueling Regina to move her fingers to Emma's entrance.
Emma's hips bucked, and she moaned, "Regina please..."
"Please what, Emma?" Regina loved to tease her lover. The desperation in her voice was asking for it.
"Fuck me now."
And Regina did. Her fingers began to slide in an out of Emma in a steady pace, getting both of them even more aroused, before Regina picked up speed, her own hips bucking at a similar pace. Emma was in heaven, the overwhelming sensation of Regina fucking her and feeling her juices trailing down her leg as she rubbed herself just had her moaning and whispering Regina's name breathlessly. She never wanted it to stop, but when Regina's fingers began curling inside of her, she felt herself come closer and closer to an orgasm. As a thumb pressed down to her clit, she let out a cry. "Fuck, Regina..."
"Are you close, Em-ma?" The way she said her name would alone have made her come, breathy and separated syllables, and Emma groaned at it. "Come for me."
And she did. She clutched at the pillow and her back arched off of the bed and her moans filled the room. Regina didn't let up, kissing her shoulder and nipping the skin there as her fingers continued moving inside her at a fast pace.
As she caught her breath again, Regina slowed her fingers and the movement turned more leisurely.
But Emma wasn't done yet. "My turn."
After their post-coital nap, Emma and Regina got to work, deciphering the manifest that Emma had gotten started with before she had gotten distracted with Regina's arrival. Now that they had their starting point, they could put their plan in motion.
The new shipment was coming in on Saturday, and they had to get everything ready. For this to work there had to be no doubt that Neal was itching to take his old man's place.
"And thankfully, I have just the idea. Apparently Gold loves a chance to throw a party, and he suggested it as I left earlier. I'll just call to arrange one, and then we have to get the prodigal son drunk enough."
Emma smirked. "That won't be hard. So we get him drunk, he does his piece, and then we get the authorities to storm his shipment, before we continue onto phase two. There's no way he can survive this."
And so they got their pieces lined up. Regina managed to snag a party the day after tomorrow, just one day before the shipment was to arrive. It was being held at Gold's mansion, far away from his industrial loft. Clearly the mansion had no danger of someone perhaps slipping away and gaining sensitive information. Nonetheless, neither woman really cared where it was held, just that Neal was there.
And he was. It wasn't hard to get him into a drunken rage, he was already halfway there. Emma offered to be his drinking partner, pretending to knock back a few shots as Neal actually downed everything placed in front of him. Clearly he was stressed.
"So, your dad can throw a good party," Emma began, once she was sure he was hammered enough.
Neal groaned. "Are you kidding me? This asshole would lay down all of this money for others because he wants to impress them. That's all he cares about, his money and others, all so long as he has a shining reputation. Selfish prick. You know he's just an absolute asshole. He doesn't know how to run jack."
Knowing that Neal wouldn't remember this in the morning, she innocently added, "You think you would be able to run this whole shindig better than him?"
"Of fucking course I would. He's just a pawnshop owner who got lucky. He doesn't have the street smarts. He's old and washed up and in today's world, you need someone who's in the know. And you wanna know what? I bet that the minute things go south, all these people here that are lavishing him with false platitudes would drop him faster than a hot potato." Neal's words were slurring a bit, but the message was clear, now he just needed one more push.
Emma nodded. "You've got a point, you should tell him that now."
Neal seemed to agree, and slammed his hands down on the table, using it to get up on shaky legs and stumble over to where his father was. Emma slipped away to stand with Regina at a side.
"Now watch," Emma said and nodded to where Neal was getting ready to proclaim his stand on things.
And he delivered. It was quite a passionate discourse. By the end of it, he had everyone hanging onto his words. Emma had wondered if maybe not having a microphone his drunken words would fall on deaf ears, but she needn't have worried. "You're all idiots for sticking with this rotten piece of garbage! He's a mess! He doesn't know how to lead shit, that's why he's got so many lackeys following him around! He's a fake! He killed to get to this position, and just knows how to undermine people! You trust him now. Just watch how quickly things will fall apart the minute things don't go his way."
By this point, it was clear Gold had gotten a few of his guards to escort his son elsewhere. But not before Neal managed to have the final word. "You will all see! I will prove it to you!"
Regina and Emma smirked at one another, and together they walked out, where the former began to make a call.
Gold was livid. He was sure that if he were stronger, he would have snapped his cellphone in half by now. As if last night hadn't been enough, with his son causing a ruckus in the middle of the party and saying all that ridiculous drunk nonsense that could destroy months, if not years, of hard work, now he had the aftermath to contend with.
He thought that sending his son home to sleep it off would be a good idea and then he could properly scold him today, as well as assure his partners that his son had just been babbling nonsense; it would be enough, and yet, he had just received a call saying that his latest shipment had been flagged by the authorities, and absolutely everything was being seized for inspection. Sure he could get away with plausible deniability, but this was a large dent on his operation.
"Lacey!" he called out. Not one minute later, his meek maid appeared.
She cowered a bit at his composure, and he internally patted himself on the back for at the very least, still being able to make others fear him. "Yes, Mr. Gold?"
"Get Zelena here as soon as you can. And then track down my son. I need to have some words with him."
Lacey nodded and excused herself without another word. He knew that his cargo being searched by the authorities was no mere coincidence. And he supposed he could consider other suspects for this, but after what his son said last night, there was little doubt as to who had done this.
"You asked for me?" Zelena walked in, commanding the room as she was wont to do with just her presence.
Gold gestured to the seat in front of his desk. "I'm sure you heard our shipment was seized."
"Yes, an unfortunate matter, except as I went to check the papers, I realized this." She slammed a piece of paper onto the desk that Gold hadn't seen her carrying in. It was a coded manifest of the cargo, undecipherable without the key.
"What am I supposed to see here?" Gold saw nothing amiss.
"This is a copy. The original is missing! Someone sneaked into my office and made a copy!" Zelena's voice was shrill, her eyes growing wild.
Before Gold could find an answer to it, certain it must've been his son's sloppy handiwork, Lacey returned. "I'm very sorry Mr. Gold, your son seems to be missing."
"Missing? Whatever do you mean?!" Gold thundered.
"Apparently, I tried to contact him directly, but it said the number was no longer in service, and the detail you sent to keep an eye on him have been trying to find him all morning, unsuccessfully so."
Incompetent fools. Of course his son would run. "Very well. Send in the Alpha team to dispose of the detail and to get me answers!"
Lacey nodded, but didn't leave. He sighed. "Is there anything else?"
"Yes. The phones have been ringing off the hook. Everyone's calling, asking for answers. Your partners and suppliers don't sound very happy. I've had death threats."
"Well that comes with the business," Zelena quipped, clearly reveling at the action she was witnessing. Considering what the movies painted it, she probably had been expecting more exciting, like clandestine operations with lots of action and deception. Well, she was now getting her money's worth.
Gold had to get things under control. Clearly his son had been trying to find the weak link, and he had found it. Now his entire operation was surely tumbling down before his eyes. "I'll man the phones now, so forward them here."
Emma and Regina were staring at the TV, engrossed as they saw that the bust made national news. This was better than they could have expected.
"Oh man, I would pay to see Gold right now," Emma smirked.
Regina chuckled. "You and me both. I suppose for appearance's sake, I better make a call as a concerned partner."
As Emma settled back, content with letting her girlfriend take care of business, she was startled as her phone buzzed. She saw it was Ruby and greeted the call cheerfully. "Here to congratulate me on-"
"Emma, listen to me," Ruby interjected seriously, and Emma immediately sobered.
"Ruby? What is it?"
"You and Regina are in danger. We just got a BOLO for you guys, and you're listed as rogue officers. I used my resources to investigate and get more info. You have maybe 10 minutes before officers are coming to Regina's and arrest you both."
Emma blanched. "And Henry?"
"He'll be safe, don't worry. Just get your stuff and go!" Ruby's voice spoke of an urgency she had never heard of before.
"Why are you helping us? Do you think it was foul play?" Emma bolted to her room to grab her bag, stuffing as many clothes she could. She put the phone down on the bed and on speaker as she packed.
"I'm your friend and your partner for many years Swan. I think I would sooner become a rogue cop than you."
Regina appeared at the door, looking puzzled. "Emma? What's wrong?"
"We're on the run. Grab your stuff, I'll explain on the way," Emma hurriedly said, listening to Ruby.
"You two are trying to bring down a mafia kingpin and just as you make your coup starting against him, you're outlaws? This smells like a set up."
Regina frowned as she worked diligently with her own things. "Strange. I just spoke with Gold and he didn't seem at all suspicious. I'm certain I would've noted if he was onto us."
"Then there's someone who knows about your mission on the force and is very invested in seeing it go up in flames. Two birds with one stone really," Ruby noted. It sounded plausible. Someone could start Gold's empire's downfall while also getting rid of both Emma and Regina. The problem was who.
Emma was nearly done and they needed to get out of here. "Ruby, take care of Henry and Mary Margaret for me, okay? I'll get a burner phone to keep in touch."
"You know it. Go! They're on route to Regina's."
Before she hung up, she asked, "Are the ladies on our side?"
"Yep. Now go!" Perfect, then she knew just where they could hide out. She hung up and they both got their stuff ready, essentials only, and left the apartment, disposing of their phones before heading for the subway. Emma donned a baseball cap and Regina raised her jacket's hood up, sunglasses on. Now, to disappear.
"So, I just got a very interesting call," Zelena started as she waltzed into the room, and Gold grimaced, taking the opportunity to knock back some more whiskey from his tumbler. Her tone didn't bode anything good for him.
"As if I needed more bad news." He had sent out an enforcer to find and deal with his son, teach him a lesson but not kill, and his reputation was coming down in flames. What else could happen?
Zelena smirked and splayed her hands on the desk, leaning forward. "I think you'll like this bit. The darling Emma White and Regina Queen are actually prolific Boston PD detectives undercover to bring you down."
Gold's demeanour changed automatically. His haggard face suddenly sported a wide and determined smirk. "Well, this changes things..."
And that was this chapter!
I left it at quite the cliffhanger huh? Who do you think is behind this new nefarious plan against Emma and Regina?
Although the holidays are over, I did promise to do a double update for all of my stories, so another chapter will be coming soon! So thankfully for you guys, you won't have to wait long to see where this leaves our favourite ladies.
I hope everyone enjoyed this!