Disclaimer in Chapter One
AN: I've said it before, and I'll say it again: holy shoot you guys are wicked phenomenal! Every time I post a new chapter, I always wonder that maybe you guys won't like it, and then you go and review amazingly awesome things. I am forever in your debt. Note though: this chapter is a very high T and borders the boundary of M.
Emma was all smiles by the time she had returned home from depositing a grumpy Leroy back to his apartment. The evidence of her evening with Regina was still there in the form of unwashed pots and pans.
She kissed me. Emma thought as she lingered in the kitchen, replaying the last three hours in vivid detail. Regina freaking Mills, Ice Queen, Madame Mayor, kissed me.
Elated, Emma kicked off her heels, deciding dishes could wait to be washed for tomorrow and went up the stairs to drop down in her bed.
She did it. She got Regina to go out with her without it ending in a fight. And she'd kissed her. Oh, that would be one of her finer memories.
She glanced at the clock to see it was past ten. She put a finger to her chin in thought and sat up, reaching for her clutch to retrieve her phone. She wasn't obsessive. She just wanted to say good night is all.
Hey.
Less than a minute later, her phone lit up, a message from Regina. She grinned.
You're stalking again, Ms. Swan.
More like you have Stockholm.
You still need to work on those jokes.
It was nice tonight. I liked it.
It could have been worse.
Would it kill you to admit to happiness and joy every once in a while?
Do you really want to risk it? You might not get a second date out of it.
So there's talks of a second date. Do tell.
Making me do all the work now?
Did you spend the last month hiding notes all over the place? I had to do laundry for a week to get Mary Margaret to agree.
Poor gender confused Emma.
I'm never gonna live that down am I?
Not if you want that second date.
You've mentioned it twice. It seems you're the eager one, Madame Mayor.
Maybe I want to see if you'll finally pluck the courage to make the first move.
I was getting there.
Please, I was halfway into my night gown by the time I stepped in and finished it. As always.
Would you care to describe the night gown?
It's too bad. Maybe if you had kissed me you'd have been able to see it.
Good night, Sheriff.
Emma's jaw dropped. How? How did this woman get into her head in an instant? She just stared at her text message and mentally scolded herself. She should have kissed her.
"So I take it the date went well?" Kathryn nudged her friend the next morning after returning Henry, who had fallen asleep at her house the night before.
"How was it?" Henry looked up at her with curious eyes. "Is Emma still here?"
Kathryn's eyes flashed to Regina at Henry's inadvertent implication. The brunette, for the most part, blushed and ushered her son into the kitchen for breakfast. "No, Henry, Emma is at her apartment with Mary Margaret."
He looked disappointed but sat at the breakfast table all the same. "What did you do?"
Regina refrained from rolling her eyes at her inquisitive son. Instead, she plated some waffles and fruit and served him breakfast. "Eat. Did you thank Mrs. Nolan for allowing you to spend the night?"
He nodded, taking a large bite of waffle and syrup. For a moment Regina just stared at him. There was no accusation in his eyes, no fear or disdain. Just hope. On a whim she stroked back a few of his wayward hairs, and like any pre-teen boy, he groaned and pulled away with a whine.
She smirked happily, glad that he hadn't tensed before walking to lean against the fridge where Kathryn was waiting.
"So?" Her friend pressed for details in a hushed eager tone.
Regina floundered, not accustomed to 'girl talk'.
"Where did you go?" The blonde aided. "Oh! Did you go to La Nuit Blanche? Reservations are impossible to get there."
The Mayor furrowed her brow, recounting the events of the night past with the hint of a grin on her face. "We talked over dinner at her place. She cooked."
"You let her cook for you?" Kathryn asked surprised.
Regina just shrugged it off.
"So," her friend beamed, "when's the next date?"
Regina chuckled to herself, shifting from foot to foot as she recalled their after-date texting. "I imagine very soon."
Regina tapped her pen on her desk, watching the clock tick away. She checked her phone, her emails and even debated installing Instant Messenger on her work laptop just to see if Emma was online.
They had been dating over a week now, having been on three dates, and almost daily the blonde would message Regina asking about her day or to fill her in with an anecdote.
It was almost noon, and there had been no word from Emma. Regina scowled. Dependence on people always caused problems.
Despite what her brain decided, her body reached automatically to the vibrating cell phone perched on her desk.
What are you doing?
Working, Ms. Swan.
So you're free?
You would be confused by the term 'working'. For you it involves bear claws, cocoa, and waste paper basketball.
Close, darts.
You are aware I'm your boss, right?
Ooh, pulling out that fantasy again, are we?
Go back to work, Ms. Swan. I'm busy.
I very much doubt that. Open up.
Excuse me?
Regina looked up when she heard a knock on her office door. Her mouth parted in disbelief before she stood and sauntered over to open it for her.
Emma stood leaning against the door jamb with a cocky grin and a bag of take out.
Regina's phone, still firmly clutched in her hand, vibrated, and she looked down at the message: Surprise.
"You think you're cute, don't you?" Regina did her best to look cross and fold her arms over her chest.
"I brought lunch." She held up the bag like a peace offering before walking past the brunette to the desk and began pulling out its contents.
"I told you I was working."
"Yes, the enormous mountain of files has your immediate attention." Emma motioned to Regina's fairly scarce desk.
Regina shook her head lightly before shutting the door and sitting in the vacant visitor's chair beside the blonde.
Emma grinned at her seat of choice but said nothing as she placed the panini in front of the older woman followed by a salad for herself.
"Did Hell freeze over?" Regina smirked motioning to the greens.
Emma chuckled. "Maybe I want to live past 40." She popped the container of her side before pulling out her double cheeseburger.
Regina laughed once. "Keep trying, dear."
The brunette took a bite of her sandwich and spoke around it. "You're still withholding information from me."
"That's impossible. I wrote 147 notes," the blonde said stabbing a crouton.
"You counted?"
"Don't act like you didn't."
Regina ignored her and continued. "What's your biggest regret?"
Emma halted momentarily. "What's your favourite position?"
"I'm not trying to recreate that exchange," Regina said aggravated.
"But it was so much fun," Emma pointed out.
Regina lowered her voice an octave and leaned in. "You just like hearing me say it."
Emma stared at her for a moment, happily becoming seduced. Shaking it off quickly, she gave up on her salad and moved to her burger. "There's other things I wouldn't mind coming out of your mouth."
Regina snorted before sipping her coffee. "You evaded the question."
"It's not a state secret," Emma promised, "but I do believe if I keep it it'll keep you highly interested in me."
"I'll be bored of you by the end of the month," Regina shrugged casually.
"You're too addicted," Emma dismissed and took a large bite of beef, cheese and bacon. "What about you? Biggest regret?"
"That's a story for another time," the brunette mocked Emma's earlier words.
"Come on," Emma coaxed. "I want to hear a Regina Mills story from Regina Mills."
"There's nothing to tell," the Mayor said uncomfortably.
"What about this secret relationship?" Emma asked. "Anyone I know?"
Regina's eyes darkened imperceptibly so before she turned in her seat to fully face the blonde, leaning over to put a warm hand on her thigh.
"Was lunch all you wanted, Sheriff?" Her tone dropped low.
Emma was all too aware of the hand on her thigh. Sure, she'd imagine Regina in multiple scandalous positions way before they began dating, but to have the brunette actually come on to her was way better than all those fantasies combined.
"Do you have something else planned?" Emma asked hopefully.
Regina leaned in, her face mere inches from Emma's.
The blonde's eyes fluttered shut, her nails digging into the underside of the arm rests.
"Madam Mayor?" Regina's intercom beeped.
Emma's eyes snapped open to look at a smug, not-even-sorry Regina.
"Perhaps next time," she grinned before pulling back and answering the page.
"Unfair," Emma pouted and stood.
"On the contrary. I got a free lunch. Thank you, Sheriff." Despite her sardonic tone, Emma could hear the sincerity in it.
The blonde took deep breaths then began cleaning up their lunch. Already Regina was in work-mode, so Emma was quick to pack the containers away.
She made a motion with her head that she'd be leaving and made it all the way to the door before she paused. She turned and strode purposefully towards the Mayor who looked up confused.
Emma used a finger to tilt Regina's chin up and placed a sweet kiss on her lips, leaving the brunette breathless. "I forgot I was allowed to do that."
Regina hummed content against her lips before she felt Emma pull back and grin, leaving the office this time.
"Glad to see you're still alive," Mary Margaret joked after calling the blonde's name several times, watching as Emma came down from her room.
The blonde didn't even look up as she typed on her phone.
"We haven't had dinner together in a week," The brunette commented.
Emma sat at the kitchen island, finally attentive with a mischievous grin on her face. "Sorry, what?"
The school teacher narrowed her eyes. "Do you ever stop texting Regina?"
"Yeah," Emma defended, looking down at her phone to read a new message.
"Sleeping doesn't count." Mary Margaret sighed, already seeing it was a lost battle and continued making dinner.
Emma nodded along and made appropriate comments at the right time when her roommate began talking about her day, but her mind was focused on the conversation she was having with the Mayor.
It was no secret that the two ladies were infamous for their euphemisms and endless supply of innuendo, and even on several occasions did they enjoy a heated make out session like two horny teenagers, but the tone of tonight's topic had taken an interesting turn. Emma was inwardly excited and more than a little aroused as she responded.
It's easy, it's like telling a fantasy in deliciously vivid detail.
How is that even appealing?
It's appealing if you shut your eyes, hear my voice, feel my fingers trail up your legs, lightly touching your thighs.
Mmmm, I'm not sure that's enough.
Then I'll push down on my bed. It creaks, so we have to be quiet to not wake anyone, and my lips press right against your throat. When you moan, it vibrates and I lick up and down your neck to sooth the tension.
Getting better.
While you're distracted there, my hand still on your bare thigh moves higher and higher, closer to your silk panties. I don't need to touch them to know they're wet.
Touch
I will. I promise. But I use my free hand to tug up your night gown, my lips leaving a mark at the hollow of your throat, your hands weaving into my hair to tug me closer. I'm so close I nip your neck making you moan.
My hand moves up your stomach and I feel how hard your nipples are. I groan moving my mouth down to taste it, lick it, tease it. Does that feel good?
So good lower
I chuckle against your breast, feeling you pant, feeling your heart beat so fast. You're desperate, but I take my time. My hand still toying with the elastic of your panties. A few fingers slip past the band but never long enough.
Emma
I move off of you. You whimper and try to tug me back, but I move between your spread legs, hovering over your heat, placing a kiss directly above your panty line. You thrust up to meet me, and you can feel me grin against your stomach.
Stop teasing
I lift up your hips and make quick work of pulling down your wet panties, kissing your legs on my way down. I stare at you, open and glistening for me for a long moment. You're finally bare before me, and I can't wait.
"Emma!" Mary Margaret yelled, and with a bold move on her part, grabbed Emma's phone from the blonde's grasp.
"No!" Emma's eyes widened and she reached over the island in her desperate attempt to retrieve it and continue her so very important conversation.
The school teacher just shook her head and placed the phone in their junk drawer. "Regina can wait. I don't want you texting all through dinner."
"Mary Margaret, I really need my phone back," the blonde pleaded and tried to move the surprisingly sturdy woman who blocked the drawer.
"You can have it after dinner." The brunette spoke firmly.
Emma chewed her lip, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed. Quickly, Emma grabbed two plates and piled on a little bit of everything and handed one to her roommate.
Without waiting or sitting, Emma began scarfing down her meal, much to the dismay of the smaller woman.
Fifteen minutes later, Emma was on her fire escape with a very angry Regina on the phone.
"What the hell was that?" She screeched.
"I didn't mean to stop!" Emma defended. "Mary Margaret stole my phone 'cause she thinks I'm texting too much."
"Tell your 'mother' that she can-"
"Regina."
Emma heard the brunette take two deep steadying breaths before calming down.
"So," Emma drawled, letting the word extend, "do you want to keep going?"
The Mayor laughed. "Feeling the burn, are we, Sheriff?"
"You have no idea," Emma grinned, moving into her bedroom and preparing herself on her bed.
"Good."
All that was left was the dial tone.
