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Previously on Help Me Believe Again:
The engineer took another swig of the glass in their hand.
"Hey darling interested in a dance? Or going somewhere to have some fun?"
The stranger ignored the woman and signaled the bar tender to refill the empty glass.
"C'mon," the blonde tried again.
"Lady I don't want anything you have to offer." The engineer sneered in a thick country accent. As they ripped their arm away from the woman's grip. "I have been women driving for to long. I'm ready to settle down. And there is only one woman I want."
"Well what are you doing here?"
"Trekking across country trying to make it to her. But even a traveler needs food and drink. Now if you don't mind I'd like to get back to my drink."
The saddened woman turned away. Leaving the engineer to their thoughts and drink. There was only one woman that could solve years of heart ache.
Placing the glass on their lip. They made a vow. "I am coming for you Emma Swan and I will have you."
The
Chapter 11: What is That?
Reginawatched as the doctor wheeled away her tour guide. Emma and she were finally getting closer and it excited her. Grabbing her phone she pressed in her pin code and unlocked her phone. Opening her email, she scrolled through her neglected emails. There were only a few emails that managed to catch her eye.
Kathryn ( princessabby) 10:45 Wednesday – How goes operation Blondie? Have you found inspiration, have you written yet?
Regina sincerely loved her best friend. But occasionally her over bearing had a tendency to rub the writer the wrong way. Giving a resigned sigh, she continued scrolling through her inbox.
Publishers ( donotreply_publisher) 12:35 Thursday – Dear Regina Mills, with the success of your book. More business ventures have opened up. We look forward to hearing from you, as well as seeing the progress of the new book. Best of luck!
Twitter ( EQ_RAMills) 1:25 Thursday – You have several new notifications and here's what you missed while you were away.
Regina sighed as she allowed her head to hit the back of the stiff hospital chair. The burden of being a writer, seemed to never stop for her. Looking at her watch she blew air between her teeth.
It was well past 1:00 on Thursday morning. Her lidded eyes fell toward the bed, that Emma had occupied previously. Debating if she wanted to take a quick nap. Emma had tests to do as well as x-rays and the writer reluctantly gave in. Finding the bed to tempting to pass up. Her tired body longed for it.
Settling in to the bed. The brunette inhaled. Taking in a signature scent that could only belong to Emma. The smell of a woodsy vanilla swam through her senses. Wrapping the blanket around her shoulders, she sank beneath the sheets. Telling herself she only needed to rest for a moment. Before she drifted into a slumbering abyss.
(Emma)
"So I have good news, bad news and bad news." Whale retorted in a benevolent voice. That managed to both soothe and scare the blonde. Emma watched as her doctor and friend removed his gloves, before throwing them into the waste bin. "What do you want to hear first?"
"The pair of bad news I guess." The blonde shrugged. Sitting up from the x-ray table. Finding herself nervous.
"How about bad, good, bad? Always had a thing for patterns and symmetry." Whale smirked. As he took a seat in a rolling chair, then rolled back to his friend. "Bad news you're still staying in the hospital for at least the next seven hours. Good news is the bone is already healing. The break wasn't severe but it still required attention."
Emma nodded for the blonde to continue. "That being said the other bad news is this knee cast can be removed. But it will be traded for one a ½ an inch shorter. Over time we will gradually continue to decrease the cast until you don't need it. Another bad note we want you to use one crutch. One of your legs may be incapacitated but the other still needs a workout."
"That's not… horrible news I guess."
"At least for the next 3 months. Your recover time has been quite impressive."
Emma shrugged. Going from one bad situation into another meant relying on yourself. And willing your body to heal so you could survive. To Emma there was no other way to see it.
"So when do you want to do all of this?"
"Since you'll be here a while. I'll give you medicine and let you rest. I've agitated your leg enough for today. And I know your more then anxious to get back to the brunette." The doctor offered with a predatorial smile.
"Oh shut up she's not my girlfriend." She chastised, sticking her tongue at Whale.
"Never said she was. You. Did." The doctor pointed out before he left the room. Leaving Emma with the weight of her words.
…
Gerty wheeled the patient back to her room, due to the fact that Victor had been called to an emergency that took precedent.
The elderly nurse pushed the door open, before moving behind the blonde. Pushing her further into the dim lit room. After being diagnosed with a minor concussion. Emma had been prohibited from bright lights and strenuous activities beside eating and sleeping.
"Well would you look at that," Gerty whispered. Pointing the blonde's attention toward the bed that was now occupied. "Would you like me to wake her?" Emma shook her head. "Would you like assistance into a bed or chair perhaps?" The patient only shook her head again.
"If you'll hand me my crutches Gerty. I can manage from here." She smiled amiably. Before accepting the crutches from the woman. The nurse smiled before she retreated from the room, closing the door behind her.
Positioning the crutches under her arm, she moved closer to the bed. Inwardly pleased at the view she saw. Regina lay on the sheets one hand beneath the pillow, slightly cradling it to her. As she lay on her side. Her hair framed around her face. The brunette breathed evenly and Emma watched as her chest rose and fell with ease. A piece of her felt guilty, that Regina was tired. Not only had the writer fought to prove herself. But she had made it her personal goal to make Emma feel welcomed and accommodated.
Placing her crutches near the bed, she hobbled back to the bed. Bracing her long fingers asking the side as she took a firm grip, then shifted her body onto the open portion of the bed. Careful as to not to disturb her sleeping partner. Regina began to move and Emma held her breath as if it would make a difference. Releasing a sigh the author settled back into a comfortable position, draping an involuntary arm over the blonde's torso.
The young woman's groin sparked to life at the subtle, unconscious touch. It had been a long time since some one had held her. And the evidence was growing under her hospital gown.
A subtle moan passed the brunettes lips as her hand tighten. Pulling the younger woman to her. Everything in Emma told her to run, but she didn't want to. The thought of Regina finding out her secret was scary, but she wasn't opposed to the idea.
Green eyes fell to the woman cradling her as she smiled. Unable to resist the urge, the blonde slowly rose her hand and gently smoothed away a stray strand that had fallen into the writers face.
"I apologize Miss Swan I hadn't realized you returned." The older woman said as she awoke from her slumber. Releasing the grip she had on the blonde as she tried to sit up, but Emma's hand stilled her movements.
"No its okay. You're exhausted. We have had a rough couple of days and I haven't been the easiest person to get along with," Emma blushed at the admission as she looked away from the brunette. "I can move to the couch, so you can stay in bed."
"That is a sweet but…" the author said moving closer to the blonde. As she openly gulped at the constantly shrinking distance between their two bodies. "I would much rather have someone sleep next to me. And as stubborn as you are I enjoy your company." Holding her breath Emma's emerald irises collided with cognac. Time stood still as she found herself leaning toward the brunette. Her pupils dilated and she could feel her heart beating faster.
Regina was the first to give into temptation as she closed the distance. Snaking a hand behind the younger woman's head as she pressed their lips together. Soft lips met firm as Emma surrendered completely. Leaning in, to further embrace the moment as her head began to swim. Everything about Regina Mills was intoxicating like a drug she couldn't get enough of. Scooting closer Emma felt her body tighten as she groaned against the writers lips.
"Regina maybe we shouldn't," the blonde breathed. Separating a breath from Regina as she attempted to gather her thoughts. And cease the increase blood flow that was rushing to her groin. "I like you but…"
"But nothing Miss Swan. I want you." Regina admitted trying to close the distance, but Emma only moved back further. Huffing the writer sat up further in the bed as she stared curiously at the blonde before her. Disgruntled by the fact that they had stopped, when it was apparent she and the young woman had a tense chemistry. One that led to them touching each other and sneaking kisses like a couple of high school teenagers.
"Regina there are many things you don't know about me," she started. Unsure of how to address her body to the writer.
"Care to elaborate dear?"
"For one I don't know how to love. The last time I thought I was in love she only used me. And with Ruby things were so genuine and freeing until life took us down different paths. Regina I am not like other women."
"Emma I would be interested in a relationship, but I am more interested in knowing you. There is something about you that makes me want to be close to you. It makes me want to see where this goes. And yes I know I am only here for a little over five months. But…"
The older woman didn't have a chance to finish before Emma crashed their lips together again. Knowing Regina felt the same and was scared, somehow eased her own fears. She knew that it may not last forever but Ruby was right. It was worth a chance, because R.A Mills., wanted her. When it was time for Regina to leave they would have to cross that bridge when they came to it. But right now all Emma wanted to do was bask in the moment.
The moment of being desired. The moment of being vulnerable and being held by her favorite writer. Smiling against the brunette's lips she deepened the kiss. She wasn't eager to rush into a relationship and she had a feeling Regina wasn't either. But the idea of getting to know the writer on a deeper level was thrilling to the blonde. Just being close to Regina was enough to change the beating of her heart. A new wave of nervousness swept over her replacing her feelings from earlier. She knew how Regina felt about her now, but would she feel the same when she found out her secret.
(Thursday Afternoon)
After getting her cast lowered, a prescription of antibiotics, and cleared to return home. Emma and Regina left the hospital.
"As much as I like Gerty and Doctor Whale Miss Swan. I don't think I would like to see them again any time soon." Regina half teased.
"You read my mind." Emma smiled warmly, as the brunette slid her Challenger out of park. "So since I am your captive for the next five months, what's the plan?"
"Perhaps Doctor Whale released you to soon Miss Swan. Because apparently you are still suffering from some cranial trauma," the writer commented. Stifling a chuckle as she continued cruising down the emptied streets. The only activity that was seen was pedestrians walking the streets and entering the various shops.
"Very funny Mills. But no I mean, is it possible to grab a bite to eat before we begin working? Hospital food might be there to keep me alive but it wasn't very tasty."
"Very well. But as much as I would like to play hooky with you. I do have business to attend, business that might I remind you affects both of us." The author chided. Shooting Emma a quick pout before stopping at the red light. "This incident has set me back and my publisher and manager are breathing down my neck looking for answers, not to mention I need to contact the doctors…" Regina rambled before the blonde placed a quietening finger to her lips. Forcing Regina to be silent as their eyes locked in battle.
Brown swam with uncertainty as green offered the calm to the authors internal raging storm. "It's okay. Take a deep breath I understand you have a lot on your plate. I just wanted to know if you were hungry. Someone has to look out for you." She smiled warmly lowering her hand until it rested onto of Regina's. "So lunch at home it is! Can I have grilled cheese now?"
"Not a chance."
(108 Mifflin Street)
Emma hobbled awkwardly with her lowered cast and one crutch as the older woman held the door open for her. "Thanks," the blonde offered shyly as she stepped into the spacious house. "So where am I headed boss?" The younger woman questioned.
"We will be forced to share my office for the time being. Is that okay with you Miss Swan?" Regina asked smirking seductively.
"So what would you have me do first?"
The author sighed. "As of now there isn't much to do for you. If you could order lunch that would suffice for now."
"Anything particular?"
Regina moved into her office with the blonde on her heels. Lingering in the door way as she retrieved several papers from her scattered pile. A predatory grin curved her lips as she turned to look at the blonde. Her thin fleece jacket clinging to her toned arms, while her legs seemed painted into her jeans. Excluding the now shorter cast.
"I have only tasted it twice but I wouldn't mind a third time." Her words drifting in the air, as her assistant stared at her curiously.
"Ruby knows the menu by heart. I'm sure she can help you find whatever it was."
A small chuckle escaped as Regina sat the paper down.
"What I want is in front of me."
Understanding surfaced on the young woman's face. But before she could speak Regina had closed the distance. Crushing their lips together as she pressed her body into Emma's.
A moan cascaded between their bodies as Emma felt her penis stiffen. The brunette was emitting arousal and Emma felt it. Groaning the blonde tried to separate herself from Regina.
"Gina there is something… I need to tell you."
Conflicted emotions filled the young woman as the authors phone rang.
"Damn it," she hissed. Reaching up to plant a final kiss to Emma's cheek as she slipped the device from her pocket. "Hold that thought?" The brunette winked. As she accepted the call. "Regina Mills."
Emma watched as the brunettes face went from a wide grin to a suffocating scowl. Taking the distraction as a sign, the younger woman excused herself from the writers presence.
Closing the office doors behind her as she released a sigh. Filled with relief and torment. On one hand she could still feel Regina's body lingering on her. Her signature scent clinging on her clothes. Not to mention her cock was still growing from the heat coursing through her veins. But she was also thankful for the interruption. She wanted to get to know Regina as much as she wanted to bed her.
Taking a pause she managed to push the situation to the back of her mind, continuing her course to the kitchen. Gathering the house phone as she dialed Granny's.
"Granny's Diner. Would you like to hear the specials?" Came the voice of one of the waitresses on duty.
"Yes please."
For a moment the blonde listened to the waitress list the days specials before declining and proceeding to order food for herself and Regina. The idea of ordering grilled cheese and onion rings had been tempting, but the consequences of having to face everyone for her choice. Including Whale, Regina and Ruby seemed to deter her from making the wrong decision. In turn she settled for a chef salad and a lemonade for herself and Regina.
"If I may say Miss Swan. I am very pleased with your dinner choice." Regina said leaning on the framework of her kitchen. "I think it deserves a reward," the author grinned wickedly as she moved toward Emma. Her member immediately responded to the drop in Regina's voice.
"Shouldn't we discuss work?" Emma tried evading. But the brunette refused to be denied.
"So work driven. I applaud you Miss Swan but today is a new day and we seemed to have already wasted it… so why not have fun with the remaining hours?"
The writer advanced. Making Emma focus on her as she continued forward. Clearly understanding the power she held, as she watched the young woman visible gulp.
"There was something you tried to tell me in my office dear. Now… what was it?"
The blonde could feel her own shoulders tense as the brunette rested mere inches in front of her.
"Regina." Emma warned lightly. "We shouldn't."
The command paused the older woman. Her brow furrowing at the seriousness in her assistants tone.
"Is it me? Have I pushed you into something you didn't…"
Emma shook her head as her hands reached out taking a firm hold to the older woman's shoulders.
"God no Regina. If anything I hate I kept you away for so long. No its not you. And as much as I hate the line I find no other way to say it but. It. Is. Me." She offered with a remorseful smile.
"What do you mean Emma?"
"Regina there is something I have wanted to tell you for a while now. But we weren't exactly friends. Nor did I want to destroy whatever had started between us."
Shaking herself free from Emma's grip, the brunette stepped back cautiously.
"Emma? What could possibly change…"
"Just keep a open mind. I think I could handle rejection from any one but from you… I'd never be able to…"
Before Regina could retreat further soft hands gripped her cheeks pulling her toward the hobbling woman. As Emma bent to bring their lips together in a chaste kiss, that ignited a fire in Regina's chest. The assistant swallowed the gasp that Regina released. Closing her eyes as she was pulled closer. Emma's prick grew and throbbed with need. Finally poking Regina as her eyes shot open.
"Miss Swan what is that?!"
Rough thumbs rubbed over Regina's cheeks. Green eyes locking on brown as she smiled.
"Regina this is what I tried to tell you in the hospital." She whispered. "I am a woman… but I was born with a penis."
Uncertainty clouded the writers caramel colored eyes as she stared at her young assistant. As if Emma had spoken a foreign dialect. Fear crawled at Emma's spine as she watched the wheels in the writers head turn.
"Regina? Say something please. Anything…"
Closing her eyes the writer closed her hands around Emma's. Taking in the warmth the blonde offered, before she forced both hands down and away from her face.
"Regina…" It was hard to miss the question in the blondes voice as she continued to stare at the brunette.
"Emma I…" Regina tried. "I…I…"
(TOWN LINE)
The BMW X8 skated to a halt as the town sign came into view. It had been a long time since she had been here, and a large part of her didn't regret that fact at all. In fact if she has the option to do it again. She wouldn't have done anything different. Well there was one thing but she knew she would rectify that soon enough.
She had always gotten what she wanted and the thought of anything changing now made her skin itch. Hitting the unlock button on her console, she opened the door, exiting her vehicle. Taking a large breath she inhaled the fresh salty air that was Maine.
Taking one final look at the sign she smiled as she read it.
'Welcome to Storybrooke,' was engraved in bold white letters that had begun to fade and chip with age. A wide smile curved her lips as her brown eyes sparkled with deceit.
"A welcome indeed."
New visitor to Storybrooke? But no one ever comes to Storybrooke. (Winks)