If this chapter came with a sign, it would say: Caution, readers-We've entered smut city.
Enjoy this first date night chapter...More to come very soon. If you want to listen to something to set the mood while you're reading, I recommend Barnacles by Emancipator. It's what I had playing while writing.
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Chapter 12:
At Storybrooke Prep that Friday, Emma deposited her briefcase on her desk chair, took a swig of her cinnamon coffee, and opened the blinds to allow in the morning sun. She turned to leave, intent on visiting the principal's office when the door to the unlit classroom opened.
She expected an early student, so when she saw Regina's hot gaze on her, she nearly dropped her travel mug in surprise.
"What are you doing here?"
The brunette lifted an eyebrow. "You're not pleased to see me?"
"I-I—" She was excited and confused and turned on and still half-mad that her original plans to seduce the other woman had been called off. In addition, she didn't know how much longer her poor clit would survive if the principal continued to deny her a frantic release.
Regina crossed the room in clipped strides, coming to take the blonde's hands in her own. Emma noted the plea for forgiveness in her bourbon gaze. But she wasn't about to give in quite so easily.
"What was so important that you called off our plans?" she asked.
"I had…" The brunette's eyes slipped away from hers, and her fingers tightened around Emma's palms. "I had family obligations."
"Ah." She withdrew herself from her boss's grasp.
I can't even imagine what that's like.
"Is Henry okay?"
"Yes, of course," Regina hurried to respond. "It's just, well, you see, my mother, she and I, we…"
The corners of her mouth lifted as she listened to the principal babble. She could watch those plump, quivering lips move all day. However, they didn't have all day.
She surged forward, took Regina by the back of her head, and drew the older woman into a kiss that left them both gasping.
"Emma," Regina panted when the blonde released her, "good god, how do you expect me to go to work now?"
"How did you expect me to get to sleep last night after what you'd promised me?"
"Touché," the brunette muttered. Then her eyes brightened. "Are you free this weekend? My parents offered to watch Henry, so I could…entertain you."
"You told your folks about us?" Emma asked incredulously.
"Not exactly."
She shrugged off the vague response. "I could probably rearrange my calendar for Saturday night."
The principal missed her cheeky tone. "Really? Saturday would be perfect. There's a show playing in Portland, a musical in fact. We could have dinner beforehand at this grand little—"
She pulled the other woman into another lingering kiss.
"You're babbling again," she whispered against Regina's trembling body.
"I'm sorry. I'm…excited."
"Me too," Emma admitted. She traced her would-be lover's jaw. "Thanks for asking me on a real date."
"I decided I want to do this right. I like you, Miss Swan. Very much."
Hearing the brunette admit her feelings with cheeks as red as a brick wall melted her last defenses.
"You'll text me the details?"
"I'll even pick you up."
"Bring flowers," Emma kidded.
"I'll bring you the world," Regina replied, her stare serious.
"Just you will be enough."
She felt her boss's nails dig into the small of her back, sending waves of heat straight to her core. The principal's apologetic eyes transformed with desire.
"I want to—" Regina murmured.
The first bell went off in the hallway.
They separated, a hair slower than they should have, as a stampede of 6th graders invaded the classroom.
"You want to what?" Emma asked, desperate for the answer.
But the brunette shook her head, smirking. "Never mind. I'll show you instead."
"Saturday?"
"Saturday."
Then the older woman disappeared, leaving Emma a hot mess in front of her students.
This day will be the death of me, she thought as she attempted to force her brain to think literature, instead of naked Dr. Mills.
As she feared, Friday slid by like a sea slug. Saturday morning passed much the same way, even as she shopped for a proper dress and underwear that actually matched. By the time, Regina was scheduled to arrive, she worried she would shrivel up like a corpse and never achieve her goal of putting her mouth on the brunette's most sacred of places. She paced in her kitchen, willing the doorbell to ring.
When a knock echoed through the apartment, she lunged forward and yanked open the front door.
"Hello," she breathed.
Regina wore a black dress with a neckline that plunged between her breasts. She carried a clutch in one hand and held a bouquet of yellow lilies in the other, which she extended.
"You actually brought me flowers," Emma said, flabbergasted.
"And they're yellow." The brunette winked one dusky eye. "See? This was worth waiting for, wasn't it?"
"Hell yeah."
She hadn't finished admiring the bouquet when her date closed the space between them. They stumbled back into the apartment, the older woman slamming the door behind them, as their lips crashed together.
Emma gave up her hold on the flowers in order to wind her arms around Regina's neck. She pushed back against the hungry mouth that met hers, dueling for dominance with her tongue. Desire plunged through her body as she allowed the brunette to win.
They tumbled onto her couch, the other woman's full weight pressing down on her body, moving between her legs.
"Oh god," she groaned as Regina slid a thigh between them.
She squeezed her eyes shut as warm flesh met her wet center.
So close. I'm so close.
"W-wait," she stammered.
The brunette ceased her movements, pulling back an inch to evaluate Emma's face. "What's wrong?"
"It's just—" Her body stood poised on the edge of orgasm, hating her for not letting this go the rest of the way.
She almost gave in when her stomach let out a mighty growl.
"I see," Regina said, laughing. "Well then, Miss Swan, let's get you fed."
As the older woman rose from the couch, Emma caught her around the waist. "As long as I can have you for dessert."
She loved the way her date trembled at those words, loved the way the brunette engulfed her in a sinful gaze.
"Oh, I plan on being the best thing that you taste tonight," Regina said.
Somehow they made it out the front door, into the Benz, and found the highway that whisked them into Portland.
As they searched for parking in the city's crowded center, Emma took the older woman's free hand in her own. She traced the lifelines on the palm, then the veins. She lifted the hand to her lips and ran her tongue over the soft skin between thumb and index finger. As Regina parked, she let out a noise of pleasure.
"We're never going to make it into the restaurant if you keep that up," the brunette said lowly, as Emma sucked the flesh into her mouth.
She ignored her date's words, dropping kisses down the rest of the palm until she reached the black cuff Regina always wore.
"Can you take this off?" she asked.
For a moment, the older woman paused. Then she complied, dropping the watch between them.
Emma chuckled as she saw the feather tattooed on the brunette's skin. "Seriously? You gave me all that crap about my tattoo when you have one, too?"
"I keep mine covered at work," the principal replied stiffly. "We would both do well to be discreet while we're there."
She didn't want to take the time to unpack the many layers that sentence held. "Let's not talk about work, okay?"
They strolled the streets of Portland, searching for Hugo's. While they walked, Emma entwined Regina's fingers with her own. The brunette glanced down as she did so, smiled, and squeezed.
They found the small restaurant where Regina flagged over wait staff. "A booth for two."
As the waiter led them between booths and the bar, Emma leaned against her date's back.
"I like it when you give commands, Your Majesty."
The older woman gave her a look hot with intention. "Are you saying you would like to submit to me?"
"Very much."
Regina gestured for her to slide into the booth first, then followed her. "Be careful what you wish for, Miss Swan. You just might get it."
The waiter barely held in his lewd grin as he watched the principal slide up the blonde's dress and squeeze her bare leg.
They placed orders for martinis, and when he went to fetch them, Regina tugged her so close she practically sat in the other woman's lap. Everywhere the brunette's body pressed up against her felt like fire. She thought she might combust as her date continued to rub circles on her inner thigh.
"This is torture," she whispered, unable to breathe in enough of the older woman's intoxicating scent.
"It is," Regina agreed. "I wish I were undressing you right now."
Her other hand found the zipper on the back of Emma's dress. She drew her fingernail down the edge of the fabric, making the blonde's spine curve under her touch. As the principal placed a wet kiss on her shoulder, her nipples stood at full attention, and she held in a whimper by only a thread.
All too soon, or perhaps not soon enough, the waiter returned with their drinks and took their order. Emma corralled herself on the other side of the booth, which gave her a better chance to study the woman who sat flushed beside her.
"Tell me something about you I don't know," the brunette commanded.
A moment of panic passed through her. What could she say that wouldn't give away too much?
"Well, I started subbing in Storybrooke a couple of years ago when I moved here."
"Where did you live before that?"
She debated about answering. "Boston."
"Were you there for school?"
"Yes."
"God, Emma, getting anything out of you is like pulling teeth."
"Sorry." She gulped down half her martini. "I don't like to talk about my past much."
"I see."
"What about you?"
"Me?" It was Regina's turn to raise her liquor to her lips. "I'm afraid there isn't terribly much to share. I've been at Storybrooke Prep since I graduated from college. I worked there as a teacher, while completing my terminal degree. Shortly after I received my PhD, the Board promoted me to principal."
"What about Henry?"
"What about him?"
"Were you married when you had him? Or in a relationship?" She knew the rumor Red had shared, but she wanted to hear the truth.
The brunette frowned. "I was in a relationship a little before I got pregnant. Part of the reason it ended was because I didn't want to wait to have a child. Women in my family don't tend to have longevity when it comes to having children."
Emma noted the flicker of pain that passed across Regina's face. Before she could soothe it or ask further questions, their food arrived. Temporarily distracted by the steak and lobster mac'n cheese in front of her, she let the topic drop.
For several minutes, their conversation lulled. When Emma finally looked up from her plate again, she'd all but scraped it clean. Beside her, the older woman finished her avocado gazpacho with a delicate turn of her wrist.
The liquor in her system made the dim restaurant fall into another world, leaving her alone with Regina in the small space. Yearning for the brunette stole her breath from her lungs.
"Are you ready to watch the musical?" the older woman asked softly as she drank up the blonde's gaze.
"As long as it's with you."
They squabbled over the check, Regina winning that fight with an unfair announcement that she would withhold sex until further notice if Emma didn't relent. Once the bill was paid, they stepped into the chilled night and walked the short distance to the theatre. Inside, the older woman secured their tickets. They wandered to the bar for wine, while they waited for seating to begin.
"So tell me about this musical," Emma said, frowning at the playbill. "Is it really called Once like our literary magazine? Is this a joke?"
"Not at all, though the name is serendipitous. Once is the tale of an Irishman who falls in love with a woman whose vacuum he fixes one night in Dublin."
"Sounds like a match made in heaven."
"Is that sarcasm, Miss Swan? Just wait until you hear the score. Then I think you'll sing a sweeter tune."
She allowed Regina to lead her doubtful form up a flight of stairs. There, an usher escorted them down a long, dark hallway. They emerged in a private balcony above the stage. Emma's jaw dropped as she realized she could see the details in the crushed velvet curtains and…that they would have the entire area to themselves.
This isn't good.
The description of the play already had her bored to tears—no matter how much she loved music.
If I can't pay attention, I won't be able to keep my eyes off her. Or my hands. Or my mouth. I don't want to waste the money she spent on the tickets.
"Are you going to sit?" the brunette asked, patting the spot next to her when Emma stayed frozen in place.
"Uh, maybe I'll stand."
"Come here, Miss Swan," Regina ordered.
The tone weakened her knees, and she obeyed.
The lights in the theatre lowered as the principal entwined her fingers with the blonde's and pulled her close. The older woman brushed feather light kisses behind Emma's ear, moving her long hair out of the way, running her tongue down her arched neck. She gasped as need exploded through her veins.
Regina's wayward hand slipped beneath the neck of her dress and found her aching nipple. The brunette palmed the sensitive flesh, earning more noises from the younger woman.
"C-can they hear us down below?" Emma stammered as the soft thunder of the audience reached her ears.
"I don't care," Regina said, "I almost hope they do. You sound exquisite."
She pinched the taut bundle of nerves that had hardened impossibly under her touch. Emma moaned. She moved from her seat to straddle the older woman's lap. There, the brunette met her gaze with bourbon eyes hooded with desire. She rolled her hips underneath the blonde, pressing against Emma's center.
"Are you wet?"
In answer, the blonde took Regina's free hand and slid it under her dress. She inhaled sharply as bare skin caressed bare folds.
"You're not wearing underwear," the principal said breathlessly.
"I bought some," Emma said, "but I decided not to wear it."
The other woman brought her hand around her hip and gave her naked ass a slap. Jolts of pain mingled with pleasure rocked her body. She held tight to Regina's shoulders, fearing she would lose her grip on reality if she let go. A second smack, harder this time, left its mark on her behind.
"Do you like that?" Regina drawled, stroking the sensitized flesh.
"I-I do."
"You do what?"
She closed her eyes as her principal spanked her again. "I do, Your Majesty."
"That's my girl." The older woman's fingers traveled back to play in her wetness. "Now, take your seat. The music is starting."
"Why won't you just fuck me?" Emma asked.
The brunette gave her a dark grin. "I thought at dinner you said you wanted to submit to me."
"Well, maybe I changed my—"
"Go to your seat, Miss Swan. I will fuck you tonight, but you'll have to wait for it. You'll beg for me before I let you come." Her lips found the blonde's ear, leaving it wet and burning with desire as she sucked the lobe into her mouth. "Because I am your Evil Queen."
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