I'm sorry it took so long to update, I've been hanging out with my 12 year old cousin and it gets kind of awkward to write this kind of stuff with her around... Thanks for everyone's support, tho!

Well, let's see how steamy works for me :/

Regina's POV

"So," Emma entered with out knocking into my office. "I was thinking,"

"That's a first," I replied, not raising my head to meet her eyes. It'd just make me get lost in them, and I had to focus in my work. So much had to be done now that David had actually filed his papers as Storybrooke's deputy, it was like karma hitting me back.

"Maybe we could leave Henry with my parents and go out."

My heart stopped. "Is this you, asking me on a date, Miss Swan?"

"No," she replied, I raised my gaze in surprise. "Because that would be highly unprofessional, given the fact that you are my boss."

A smirk appeared on her face. That smirk that made me want to do her on my office's desk or the floor, anywhere actually.

"Oh, not to mention that it'd be unethical," she added. "Given the fact that you are my mother's stepmother, which makes you my step-grandma."

"I'm not your grandmother!" I protested.

"Does it bother you, grandma?" Emma asked. "That your step-granddaughter turns you on so badly?"

I swallowed. It did sound dirty, specially because it was true. The part of my being her mother's step-mother, not the part of being her grandmother. But it didn't make me feel bad, it just made me want her even more.

"Cat got your tongue?" She asked, teasing me.

"More like a little pussy," I teased her back. I'd not let her play solo.

She grinned at me, pleased that I had followed her silly game. "I'll pick you up at 7,"

"In that car of yours?" I asked in pain, I hated Emma's beetle.

"Wear something nice."

Why should I? It'll get all wrinkled in the pathetic excuse for a car that Emma drove.

Everyone's attention was on Emma and I. That didn't mean we had special treatment, though; we had been waiting 30 minutes to get a table at The Rabbit Hole. It was starting to get uncomfortable: the staring at the waiting. I was not intimidated, but being on the spot used to be so much better when it was me torturing them rather than them gossiping about me.

Emma's hand was resting on my waist, pulling me closer to her. It had been like that since we heard what some people were saying about her dating someone like me when we first came in. I liked Emma's hand there, it made me feel secure and loved.

"Do you want to get out of here?" She said loudly for me to hear over the noise of music and drunk peasants.

I nodded. "I thought you'd never ask."

Outside the weather was chilly and the stars shined more than usual. It reminded me of home. Home. That had been my house, but never a home. Home was what Emma had with her parents, a save haven, definitely not what I had at the Enchanted Forrest. Sometimes I wondered if I'd ever find such place for myself or if I'd die alone, just like my mother had. A shiver ran down my spine, I instinctively crossed my arms and tried to warm my bare shoulders. Emma took of her jacket and placed it over my shoulders, who said that chivalry was dead?

We walked in silence towards the car, but it felt surprisingly comfortable.

"I'm sorry the date was a huge fail," Emma commented once she was parked in front of my house and walked me to the door. "I really wanted it to be at least half as perfect as yours was."

She stared at the door knob. She looked so pretty when she was disappointed.

"Who said the date ended?" I asked, she turned to face me. "It would be a shame to waste this opportunity of Henry staying at your parents." I added pursing my lips into a smirk. I slid my hands around her waist and brought her closer to me.

"Really? On our second date?" She tried to sound shocked.

I leaned to whisper something in her ear. "This prude side of you turns me on."

"Then what are you waiting to open the door and fuck the heel out of me." She said in a way no real prude would.

I let go of Emma to open the door, an easy task had never been so difficult for me. Specially since Emma had pressed her body against my back and was kissing my neck. I let a little moan out. "Would you let me open the door first, Miss Swan? You are making it very hard for me."

"I'm - in no - hurry," she said between kisses.

Using all my forces to ignore Emma's lips against my skin, I managed to finally opened the door. The blonde pushed me gently in. Once we were inside I turned in my heels, I was facing her now. We locked lips as I pushed her against the door, closing it in this manner. The kiss became more passionate. She reached to my skirt's zipper and opened it. The piece of clothes fell to the floor. I took her shirt off and dropped her garment next to mine.

I walked backwards, bringing her with me towards my studio. I had no intentions to walk to my room, the coach would do, at least for round one.

Emma seemed to share my opinion, because when we reached the edge of the sofa she whispered to my hear "Long live the queen," as she pushed me against the furniture and then landed on top of me. She kissed me once more before repeating her last phrase once again and then her mouth became too occupied with parts of my body.