"And that, Ms. Swan," Regina started as soon as the door of the elevator closed, "is why I said the office is out of limits."
Emma was just too relaxed to be bothered by the glare the woman was throwing at her. Not even the fact they were almost caught in the middle of a quickie in Regina's car - hers were just a no-go because of reasons, according to the attorney; Emma just suspected the woman was refraining to offend her baby not to kill the mood – was able to make her completely fall off of her high. After all, an orgasm at lunch break was not bad at all.
"You were the one to reason that the parking lot was theoretically not part of the office," She said pointedly. The fact was, they were both trying to accommodate and find time to just be together, but as it turned out, time was not the hottest commodity in their lives. So yeah, they looked for excuses and gaps whenever they could find them.
Regina huffed. "Well, your foolishness must be rubbing off on me," The woman shot back.
Emma just chuckled. Unlike her, Regina didn't get the chance to get off before they were interrupted, and the blonde was positive that was the cause of all the aggressiveness. But obviously, she wasn't about to say that out loud. She held her own life in too much regard.
"Ok, maybe fool around at lunch time wasn't the smartest idea," But it sure was a great one, Emma completed inside her head and smirked.
Regina narrowed her eyes at her, and for a moment the investigator thought the other was reading her mind.
"As for now, no more cheating. What if next time someone we know run into us?" The woman hissed.
Emma ignored her instinct to repeat that the parking lot was all Regina's idea, and instead looked at the other. The attorney was still flushed, her lips slightly swollen and her hair a little messy. The investigator ran her hands through Regina's dark locks to make it more presentable and nodded solemnly, crossing her heart with her other hand.
"No more fun in the workplace, got it," She nodded.
The attorney sighed before teasingly smile, "Are you trying to say you do not enjoy your job, Ms. Swan?"
The blonde feigned an outraged expression, "I'd never!"
Regina chuckled a little tensely before leaning towards Emma's lips, clearly intending to kiss her. Before she could, though, the elevator stopped and the door started to open.
"Looks like the universe wants you to be sexually frustrated today. Tough," Emma winked at the paralyzed brunette before scurrying off with a chuckle, almost running to avoid the wrath that was sure to come. Emma did not envy Regina's secretary in that moment.
~SQ~
"Oh, come on, you have to eat at some point, right? Leave that report for later, I'm starving," Emma pleaded to an annoyed Mulan.
"If you'd told me you were coming, I would have done it sooner."
"Now I have to make an appointment to have lunch with my friend?"
"Shut up, we both know you only came because you had to go by the morgue around the block," Mulan rolled her eyes.
"Isn't it weird that that place always gets me hungry?" That and the fact she had spent her actual lunch break on Regina's backseat, of course.
"Yeah, it's pretty creepy."
"I guess my stomach does that just for the fun of it. 'Look at that smelly green corp, it makes me think of tasty pepperoni pizza'."
Mulan eyed her with a grimace. "You have issues."
Emma chuckled. "Can we go now, please?"
Truth be told, she wouldn't insist this much in normal occasions, but Mulan was pretty down lately and Emma suspected her friend wouldn't eat at all, if she didn't push it.
"Alright, let's go." Mulan rested her pen and stood up, to Swan's relief. They didn't get much far, though.
"Mulan? I was just going in to see you," Aurora interrupted them just outside the station. By the way the cop stiffened by Emma's side, that was another unannounced visit.
"We're going to have lunch, so I can't talk right now."
"Please, honey."
"You know, I can go, and the two of you..." Emma started.
"No, don't. I'm sure Aurora understands."
"It'll be just a minute," The redhead insisted, reaching up to touch Mulan, who flinched.
"Really? You only need a minute? Then I guess you should just save it for good."
Emma tucked her hands inside her pockets and tried to disappear.
"Come on, Mulan. Don't do that. Let's just..." Aurora eyed Emma cautiously. "Step aside for a moment and talk?"
"I don't think so. Let's go, Emma." Mulan walked away and the blonde hurried to catch her. But Aurora wasn't one to just give up, and stepped on their way.
"Look, I don't mean to make a scene, but you've been ignoring my messages and my calls. What happened at the party..."
"I don't want to discuss-"
"It wasn't fair, you guys caught me off guard," Aurora went on, anyway. "You can't just ask me to choose like that, like I'm an undecided child between two toys."
"What are you, then? What am I supposed to do now?"
Oh, so they were going to discuss it, after all. Emma looked around for a moment, before discreetly performing what could have been the most awkward moonwalk ever. She was almost back to the station entrance when another voice interrupted her way.
"Ms. Swan. Fancy seeing you here."
Emma's neck snapped to find that slightly amused grin below those burning brown eyes. "What are you doing here?", She blurted, raising an eyebrow.
"I could ask you the same thing."
"Oh, I had to go by the morgue to get a report, and decided to pass by to check on Mulan," Emma gestured in her friend's direction, still quietly arguing with the ADA. "She's… hm… going through some stuff."
"I see..." She frowned just a bit.
"Besides, I really need to get some lunch. You know, for real," Emma teased, and loved the way Regina's cheeks flushed instantly.
"Well, you'll have to postpone that," The attorney replied, after composing herself. "I have a new case, and since you're already here, you might as well come with me to the interrogation."
"Alright," Emma nodded as Mills entered the station. "But can we eat afterwards?"
~SQ~
Regina sat down in front of the woman, eyes studying her client's every move. She had known Elena DeBiase, growing up. They had attended the same private school, spent summers in the Hamptons and gone to the same parties, as did all of those upper east side heirs. Then they had blissfully lost contact, as Regina walked away from those circles. Kat, on the other hand, still knew everyone, and that was the sole reason Regina was there.
"Tell me what happened," Regina went straight to the matter, and Elena blinked at her.
"Well, I wish I knew, darling," She raked a hand through her luscious black hair. "But to this point I wasn't able to figure it out."
"I understand you shot your gardener?"
"Of course not! I would never do that to Jacob!" She sounded pitchy enough to be indignant, but her face remained expressionless. "That poor thing… When I arrived, he was laying on a pool of his own blood, pressing at his thigh as if his life depended on it…"
"It did depend on it," Regina pointed out. "The shot almost hit his femoral vein."
"He is ok, though? The ambulance arrived before the police took me, so he must be ok."
"Yes, he will live," The attorney said, blankly.
"I wonder if he'll have a scar. It would be a shame to ruin that brawny thigh with a scar." She bit the tip of her nail in a dreamy way, and Regina heard Emma muffling a chuckle, by her side.
"Mrs. DeBiase, leave your wonderings for later. You said he had already been shot when you arrived, but the gun found next to him is in your name."
"Oh, of course, darling. I'm NRA, I have three guns in my name, that's no mystery."
"You're saying you didn't keep your gun locked? Other people knew where to find it?"
"I kept it at my bedside drawer, it made me sleep sounder. All my maids knew, and my husband, and Nellie, of course."
"Nellie is your stepdaughter, correct? The one who called the ambulance?"
"Yes, that's her. Came right down, yelling at all that blood, screaming I had shot Jake. Imagine that! She a hysterical little child, Adrian never managed to properly educate her."
"Well, Mrs. DeBiase-"
"Call me Elena, please, we have known each other since we were little girls, Regina."
"Really," Emma muttered beside her, which Regina ignored.
"Well, Elena," She tried again. "The girl had all the reason to scream that. You were kneeling next to him, drowned in his blood, with your gun nearby. You understand how that's an incriminating situation, don't you?"
"Oh, that's just ludicrous!" The woman made a dismissive gesture. "I told you before. He was already bleeding when I got home. I don't doubt he did it to himself. Jake is not the brightest. I mean, he is gorgeous - have you seen him? -, but not really smart, that sweetie."
"Alright. Then we'll need your alibi."
"My what?" Elena stared at her.
"If you weren't home, then we need to know where you were," Emma explained, probably sensing Regina was running out of patience. Who, for God's sake, would find her gardener nearly dead on the yard and react like this? Who? Only an empty headed and freshly manicured socialite. Oh, Regina hated those. "So we can prove you weren't home at that time, and get you out of here."
"Oh," Elena wet her lips, her amused posture giving in for the first time. "I'm sure it won't be necessary, darling. As soon as Jacob feels better to talk, he will clarify what happened and I'll be gone."
"Actually, Jacob has talked, Elena," Regina said, with a sharp look to the woman. "He said you shot him."
"What? Is this some kind of joke?" She tried to giggle, but didn't quite manage.
"I'm afraid not. You're being charged with attempt of murder."
"That doesn't make any sense! Why would I shoot him?!"
"Seemingly because he tried to end the relationship you've been having for the past year," The attorney explained, plainly. "So, Elena, tell me. Have you been having an affair with your gardener?"
Elena gulped.
~SQ~
"I feel so honored to be introduced to your childhood friends," Emma started with a smirk, as they placed their orders in a diner nearby. Both of them needed a fast lunch before continuing their activities for the day.
Regina pressed her lips into a thin line.
"Really, I can only wonder the perks of growing up with a bunch of people just like her," She continued in a teasing tone.
"Oh, shut up, Ms. Swan," The attorney rolled her eyes.
The blonde chuckled. "What fascinating conversations you must have had in the past… I feel a little insecure. Will I ever match those?"
"Judging by what you are saying right now, I'd be worried," Regina spat back, though her eyes betrayed her, glittering with amusement.
Emma was ready to retort when the brunette's phone started to ring.
"Ella?" The woman glanced at the device before promptly answering. "Oh dear, that is unfortunate. No, it's ok. Yes. Don't worry; I'll make it work. Yes, take care of yourself. Yes, dear. Bye."
"Everything cool?" Emma asked as soon as Regina hung up.
"Ella, Henry's nanny, is sick," Regina said with a sigh.
"Oh," Emma frowned. "And where is he right now?"
"At school, Ms. Swan," The attorney raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, right." She wanted to slap herself. He was at school, of course; not in terrible danger and with only an almost fainting woman to come to his aid.
"He leaves in one hour," Regina said, looking at her watch. "And I have to go to the bail hearing right now, otherwise Mrs. DeBiase will have to wait until Monday in prison."
"And you need someone to pick him up?"
"Katherine can't go…" Regina said instead of answering with a simple 'yes'. "She is driving David to physiotherapy," And then rolled her eyes again. So yeah, it was pretty clear to everyone that Katherine was just waiting for the husband to get slightly better to file a divorce. David probably even knew that, and they were just holding it together for a few more weeks for the sake of their consciences.
"What if..."
"Maybe Sidney could…" The woman mused aloud.
"Isn't him out of town for the Thomp case?" Emma asked patiently as Regina stopped dead on her tracks.
"You are right," Regina breathed in deeply. "Well, in that case… would you be so kind to inform Mrs. DeBiase that she will be incarcerated all the weekend? Maybe it'll be for the best if you could subtly suggest that this is due to court hours, and has nothing to do with me," The woman said with a dismissive wave.
Emma blinked.
"Regina, you can't let her there for two days without need," And even she knew that was not what a client orientated behavior looked like.
"Well, the hearing is in thirty minutes, I don't believe another associate can get there in time," The woman retorted, the vein in her forehead starting to pop.
"Hey," Emma touched Regina's arm gently. "What if I picked him up?"
The attorney stared at her. The blonde knew the other wasn't anywhere near trusting when it came to her son, but she really didn't mind spending a little time with him and help his mother.
"Emma…"
"I have to go to the DeBiase's house afterwards to see what I can find, but I don't think there will be anything more dangerous than questionable decoration inside, so I can take him to a field trip," She said, shrugging.
"Emma…" Regina repeated.
"I've been told I am great with kids," The investigator didn't think it was necessary to add that it had been from a quiz in a magazine as she waited for her turn in her gynecologist.
"That would be…" Regina looked hesitant, but Emma knew she was actually considering it. "Won't he impose as you work?"
"Of course not," She smiled. "It will be fun."
"Well then, it is settled," The woman cleared her throat. "Thank you."
~SQ~
Emma got in the line of cars in front of Henry's school to wait for him. She hadn't realized until then that Henry wouldn't recognize her bug, and that she should probably had looked for a place to park on the other block. To her surprise, though, a woman holding the boy's hand, and bringing him along, stopped beside her car.
The blonde lowered the passenger window.
"Emma!" Henry waved with his free hand.
"Hey, kid!" She smiled before reaching out to open the door.
"You must be Emma Swan," The woman smiled. "I am Dana, Henry's teacher."
So Regina had called the school. It made sense. The building was large and fancy, and they undoubtedly had people looking to avoid strangers getting near the children.
"Hello, Dana," Emma smiled politely as the boy broke free from the woman's grasp and entered the car. "Thanks for taking care of him."
"Well, it's my pleasure. He is a very special boy," Dana beamed at Henry, who flushed and smiled back delightfully.
"She found out about my secret identity," He whispered-yelled at Emma, throwing another smile at his teacher, trying to act all innocent.
"Did she?" Emma winked at Dana as she answered. "She looks like one of the good guys, I am sure she won't tell."
"I guess we will see," He retorted seriously.
"Don't forget your homework for tomorrow, Henry," Dana said, pretending to be oblivious to the dialogue and closing the passenger door.
"So, Robin," Emma started as they drove off, "how was class today?"
Henry whipped his head to look at her, his best outraged face on.
"I am not Robin!" He protested. "I am Batman!"
"Ow," Emma sighed sadly. "I guess I will just have to find another partner to follow me in an adventure, then."
She could immediately tell that he was interested, his voice raising an octave.
"An adventure?"
"Yeah… I have a mission now, and I need someone to go with me," Emma explained, her eyes focused on the traffic. "But you are a big, big superhero, and here I was looking for an apprentice. You are too awesome to be anyone's sidekick."
His legs started to bounce, and the woman had to contain the smile that was threatening to break on her lips.
"Maybe…" He started. "Maybe just this time I could be your sidekick?"
"I don't know…" Emma started hesitantly. "Could Batman awesomeness handle that?"
Henry seemed to contemplate that for a moment.
"Batman can't be a sidekick," He admitted finally, pressing his backpack tighter against his chest.
"Yeah," Emma sighed. "But I am sure Batboy can take directions. If only he were in this car…" She said after a second.
"But he is!" Henry screamed cheerfully. "You can't tell anyone that, though," He added in a more sober note.
"Look how lucky I am!" She smiled, "Fasten your seatbelt, Batboy, adventure time is on!"
As the boy cracked the biggest smile she had seen on his face so far, Emma felt something warm on her chest. He wasn't an annoying child; he was actually a nice one. Regina had all the reasons to be proud.
~SQ~
No one was in the DeBiase's household except for the maid. Truth be told, Emma was hoping to interview the husband and the stepdaughter, but that was so much better. Most people underestimated the amount of knowledge collected - almost in secrecy but still on plain sight - by home employees such as cooks, drivers and yes, maids, about the family they worked for.
"Hey, Batboy." Emma kneeled in front of Henry. "I need to talk to Violet, and I have a very important job to you."
"I am ready," He declared solemnly.
Emma took the deodorant spray she always kept in her purse and handed it to Henry.
"I need you to use it around to reveal hidden lasers," She instructed seriously.
"This is a deodorant can," Henry blurted skeptically.
"This is what we need everyone else to think," Emma whispered, pointedly glancing at the amused maid for his sake. "But it's a very high-tech tool. Gotta keep it covered, right?"
"Right!"
"But there is something very important you should know," Emma held his wrists softly and looked him in the eye. "You have to be very careful and not touch anything. And you can't run. The laser system is very, very sensitive. Do you think you can handle that?"
"Yes," He nodded emphatically.
"And do you remember the rules we discussed?"
"Don't go outside and stay where you can see me," He said with an eye roll that looked a lot like the ones performed by Regina. Emma suppressed a smile.
"Don't give me attitude. We need to be close in case we need each other's backup, okay?" Then she rubbed his belly, making him giggle.
"'Kay," He said happily.
"Alright," Emma motioned to stand up, but he put his hands on her face and leaned in to whisper on her ear.
"What if the laser touch me?" He buried his head on her neck, making Emma's heart sink a little. She had never taken care of a child, what was she thinking?
"Then it will make you very, very, ticklish." She rubbed his belly again, making him squeal and detangle himself from her.
"I got this, Emma!" He screamed before scampering to the living room, leaving a relieved investigator behind. Crisis averted.
"Remember the rules!" She screamed back, as the boy chirpily sprayed the rug "It's fragrance-free, I promise," Emma informed the maid with an apologetic smile.
The investigator knew Regina wouldn't be crazy about her leaving the boy to wander around, even with Emma very close by, but the blonde had the feeling that the woman would like even less that her child witnessed a conversation about murder suspects.
"It's ok," Violet said. "He is a lovely child, is he your son?"
Emma smiled, "He is my boss's'. His nanny got sick and I picked him up at school."
Violet sighed, "Those bosses that are so busy they can't even take care of their children…"
"Actually…" The blonde hesitated before sighing herself, an idea popping up in her mind. "Yeah… I know, right? Those people are just not ready to be parents."
"I may not have a fancy house like this, but I take care of my kids. I don't leave it for others," Violet said forcefully.
"I know what you mean... Oh, thanks," She accepted the glass of water that was being offered. "I'm sorry to ask, but how is Nellie and Mr. DeBiase? Must be hard for both of them to have Elena being accused of murder…"
"Mr. DeBiase is not happy, of course. Nellie, she…" Violet paused and lowered her voice. "Well… Let's just say that she and Mrs. DeBiase don't have the best relationship. After the divorce of her parents she became too much of a rebel. I believe that is the difference that a mother does in a child's life."
"Of course," Emma said, trying to hide her bitterness. Poor, poor little rich girl whose parents divorced.
"And did you notice something different around here lately?"
Violet let out a dry chuckle. "I had a feeling that the gardener was spending too much time watering plants, but other than that…"
Emma knew that wasn't the whole story, but sensed it wasn't the time to push it. They spent a few more moments talking, but there wasn't anything more of relevance.
"Do you mind if I take a look at the couple's room?"
"Of course. Please, come with me. Mr. DeBiase asked me to help as much as possible."
"Henry," Emma called as they passed by the living room, extending her hand. "Come on, let's find some lasers upstairs."
The boy, who was carefully spraying under the couch, got up in a hurry, but bumped into the end table, making a frame portrait fall to the floor - shattering the glass.
"Oh my God, are you okay?" Emma quickly reached out to the boy, bringing him close to her midsection and inspecting him.
"Don't worry," Violet reassured, smiling at Henry. "I'll go get a broom."
"I'm sorry," He whispered, tears starting to well up in his eyes.
"Hey kid, it's okay," She squeezed his shoulders soothingly. "It happens."
"I activated the lasers?" Henry asked, rubbing his eyes.
"No, you did not," Emma guaranteed. "Are you hurt?"
He shook his head.
"I see," Emma ruffled his hair. "So go sit on the sofa as we wait for Violet, ok?"
"Okay," He dutifully did as she instructed.
She smiled at him before grabbing the broken frame to examine closer.
It was a picture of Elena DeBiase. It probably hadn't been taken a long time ago. At this point, the phone started to ring. She looked around, but Violet had disappeared through the kitchen, so she answered by impulse. Chances like that didn't occur often.
"Hello?"
"Good afternoon, I need to speak to Elena DeBiase."
"This is her," Emma answered almost immediately. It kept getting better and better.
"Hello, Ms. DeBiase, here is from Ever Young Clinic. I just wanted to confirm the return to your Botox application?"
"My Botox application?" Emma asked looking at the picture in her hands. It was barely there, but now that it was pointed out, she could see the difference.
"Yes, Ms. The one you scheduled last Thursday?"
"Oh, hm. I'll have to get back to you," She answered as she heard a noise coming from the kitchen and rapidly put the phone back to its place.
"You know what, Violet, maybe I should get back at another time," Emma announced as soon as the woman appeared in the living room. "The kid is a bit restless."
It was partially true. To be completely honest, Emma was more worried than him. The boy almost had an accident right in front of her, there was no way she could concentrate enough to investigate the room. It was fine, though; she could just get back the other day.
Besides, she felt her cell phone vibrating and she could bet anything that it was Regina wanting to check on them.
~SQ~
"Mommy!" The boy entered the office running as fast as his little legs could carry him.
"Henry!" Regina smiled and got up to hug him. The boy enveloped her neck in a tight embrace and planted a kiss on her cheek.
"What did I say about running?!" She scolded lightly when he let go.
"But I just came back from an adventure," The boy replied, as it made so much sense.
"That's no reason to run," Regina pointed out before looking at Emma curiously.
"Sorry, mum," He managed to sound polite and not sorry at all at the same time. Regina only rolled her eyes. Yep, like mother, like son.
"I hope he didn't cause any trouble," Regina said to her.
"Nah. He is the best partner ever," Emma grinned at him and Henry giggled.
"It's my birthday, you know?" He announced proudly before Regina could think of a retort.
"What? Today? And you didn't tell me before?"
"Next week," Regina emended before her son could. "It's only next week, dear, you know that," She added to the boy who was circling her legs.
"I'll have a party! You will go? It gonna be awesome!" Emma chuckled, biting her lip while looking from boy to mom.
"I bet it will," She said cautiously.
"You have to go, everyone will be there," Henry added. Then, to make his case stronger, "Mommy said we can have cookies."
Emma couldn't help but laugh, and Regina smiled too.
"Wow, how could I ever miss a party with cookies?"
His smile was so full of easy joy that Emma wondered where that demeanor came from; but Regina did have a wonderful laugh, and the most delicious smile. She just didn't give it away much often. But perhaps Henry just had much of his father; about whom Emma knew nothing.
"So you'll go, right?"
"I guess it's a date, kid," She winked and Henry tried to wink back, which resulted in a funny and cute snoot.
Emma chuckled, but before she could add anything, Henry was shouting again, "MM!" He spotted the lawyer passing by the halls and chased after her.
"Henry! Don't r- Dammit!" Regina cursed under her breath, to Emma's amusement. The boy was already dragging Mary Margaret to his strong hug.
"It's my birthday!" They heard him tell MM. "I'll have a party, you will go?"
"He'll have invited the whole company by the end of the day," Regina muttered, watching from distance. Then she turned to Emma. "I'll send you the invitation."
"There's no need, you know. I get he's an excited kid. You don't have to make room for me on your list…" She started, tucking her hands in her pockets.
They hadn't talked about that thing going on between them. Actually, their agreement was to not talk about it. So now Emma just didn't know how far was too far. Showing up in her son's birthday party, among her family and friends… was Regina read for that? Was Emma?
"Well, I understand it's not much of a date… If you have other plans…"
"I don't," She said hurriedly. "I mean," Emma chuckled, "I don't know when the party is, but I… I'm sure I can manage."
"Then I'll send you the invitation," Regina repeated pointedly, arching her eyebrows.
Emma grinned. "Alright."
"And Emma, thank you," The attorney said sincerely.
"Don't sweat it. It really was fun," She smirked. "Did you manage to bail you BFF out?"
Regina glared at her, "Yes, did you find out something?"
"Not much… we can run by it when I get more info."
Regina nodded, looking past Emma's shoulder.
"I should go after Henry before he runs out of my sight…"
"Yeah, I have to help Ruby with something and then I'll be going. See you Monday?" It wasn't really a question.
"Henry has a sleepover tomorrow," Regina blurted when the blonde was turning on her heels.
"Yeah?" Emma whipped her head back at the attorney. "Is that an invitation? Are you jealous because your son scored a date with me before you did?" She wiggled her eyebrows.
Regina rolled her eyes again, "I'll text you, Ms. Swan."
And then she walked away while Emma tried her best not to follow the movement of her hips.
~SQ~
It wasn't the place Regina would have picked. A bar, getting crowded for happy hour, with round booths instead of nice regular tables. The waiter serving them was less than half-smart and the menu seemed to be filled with grease options. But the martini wasn't that bad. And Emma looked at ease.
"You hated the place, didn't you?" She asked with a teasing smile.
"Hate is a strong word... I'll only use it to describe how I feel about the smell of sweaty men crowding around us right now," Regina replied, and the blonde laughed. "And maybe to our waiter. He obviously pays more attention to bearded large men. I think I hate him too."
Emma chuckled again and her hand came to rest on Regina's thigh. "You can choose the place, next time."
"Oh, aren't you pretentious?"
"Call me self-confident," Emma grinned, squeezing her knee slightly. A light wave of electricity ran up her leg, vibrating in a very specific point. "Some even say it's my charm."
"Don't count me among them," Regina replied, with a little snort. Emma's charm was certainly the grin she offered the attorney that very moment. And maybe that mass of golden hair. In the mornings - Regina had noticed - her hair was perfectly in place. But by the end of the day, it was frequently disheveled, as if Emma's polish was dissolving to reveal the wilder woman underneath it.
It was probably a silly thought, though Regina found her hand halfway to touch her golden mane. Lately, she found herself halfway to touch Emma a lot. Perhaps because it was always rewarding; the way her green eyes would glitter, and her lips part slightly, letting out a shallow breath. Yes, if she only placed her hand on Emma's nape, her warmth would envelop Regina in a wave of instant pleasure. She knew it.
"I like spending time with you," Emma whispered, vanishing away the attorney's thoughts. She looked at the blonde's eyes, realising her attention had been wandering through her whole face, hair, neck, cleavage. Mapping all the points she would like to feel.
"I like it too," Regina replied absently. The investigator thumb was drawing small circles on her knee.
"I like that you asked me on a real date or something," She went on, those green eyes studying Regina's face. Her tone suggested she was making an introduction. Regina arched an eyebrow.
"I'm also happy I did it, despite your horrific place choice."
"Well, it's close to my flat, you know," Emma said casually, and Regina finally understood.
"Miss Swan, I thought we had agreed on a night out."
"And we did, we did. 'Course we did," Swan got just a little bit closer. Enough for Regina to be involved by her aloe vera scent.
"So we could drink a couple martinis and talk," She went on, though now it sounded idiotic compared to what they could do in a more private room.
"I'm all about talking," Emma shook her head, then grinned again. "I've actually been meaning to tell you this; I dreamed about you last night."
"Did you, now?" Regina raised an eyebrow. "Was it any good?", She asked, bringing her martini to her lips.
"Awesome. I woke up orgasming," Emma said calmly, and it was the best Regina could do not to spill her drink. The image formed in her head so fast it was unbelievable. She looked about, her cheeks hot, to the people gathering around them. Too close.
"You… Don't… Here is not… That's inappropriate," She managed, at last. Emma seemed to be having fun.
"Inappropriate is to have this kind of dream and spend the rest of the night… well, you know how."
"Emma…"
"We were on the beach. In the dream, I mean. I know it's a cliché, but what can I do? I did like the way your hand felt hot under my bikini panties, though."
Regina locked eyes with her, and suddenly she knew Emma wasn't making it up. Teasing her? Sure. Testing her? Probably. Lying to her? No. She had dreamed about it - about them having sex on the beach, about Regina's touch. And it had been hot enough to make her orgasm in her sleep. Then the attorney's mind was filled with images of a sleeping Emma moaning her name, her hips moving rhythmically against the mattress.
It was too much to bear - her body that close, her heat, her smell, her breathy voice. Emma filled her senses, until her body demanded more. Touch. Taste. All of it.
"We did agree not to talk," Regina pointed out.
"That we did," Emma smiled and gestured to the waiter, asking for the check.
~SQ~
Her purse fell to the floor as they stumbled backwards, lips locked, tongues entwining as if they meant to suck on each other until the last drop. There was a chair in the way. Regina had no idea why there was a chair in the middle of what should be the living room nor did she care.
"The lamp... I had to replace the lamp," Emma mumbled into her lips. An unnecessary justification, for that chair would come in handy now.
She pushed Emma to sit and the blonde fell into the seat with a soft gasp. None of them liked the sudden distance between their mouths, so Regina solved it quickly by climbing Emma's lap, straddling her as she deepened her fingers into golden locks. When their lips met again, they were hungrier.
"God... how can you even taste this good?" Emma moaned against her neck, her teeth sinking in lightly, her tongue leaving burning marks, devouring the curve of sensible skin as if Regina's lips weren't enough anymore.
The investigator's fingers were nimble, unbuttoning her shirt like they had a life-time practice. Regina moaned when strong hands cupped her breasts over the bra. The wave of arousal sent her shivering in Emma's arms. Then they were kissing again, groaning as it heated to an impossible point.
There was something about the way that woman kissed her... like she was asking for all that Regina had to give. It should be frightening, and it was, somewhat, but it was also freeing. God, she wanted to give in to Emma. She wanted to be hers right now. She needed it.
"I got you," Emma whispered by her ear, hands going down to grab her ass firmly. Regina wasn't sure what she meant, but was inclined to agree.
"Yes," She seethed back, panting. The point between her legs throbbed so bad she couldn't think clearly.
Then Emma stood up, holding her like she barely weighed anything. It was Regina's time to gasp as Swan carried her to the couch, a few steps away, and laid her down. Her pants were gone in seconds, and although Emma took a moment to appreciate the wet silk, her panties followed soon enough.
The thing was, Regina wasn't a girl anymore. She had known desire. She had known lust. But every time she found herself dancing this dance with Emma, she felt like she had discovered something new.
The blonde's mouth traced a road up her thigh, making her fidget on the couch, moaning. Then she was there. Right there where Regina needed her so desperately.
Yes. That was something new. Something inexistent in the world until the moment they touched. Emma's fiery tongue circled her hard clit until she thought her whole body would give up and explode. She actually did explode. So hard only pieces of her conscience remained. And when she thought it was over, Emma's mouth quitted circling, started sucking. And it all began again.
~SQ~
First, I know it has taken awhile for me to post this, and I'm hoping some of you are still interested in this story. :/
Second, I wanted to clarify that yes, I take ideas from all the shows you can imagine. haha The good wife, Law and Order, How to Get Away With Murder, and any other refercence you think you caught... you really did. It's just the background of the fic, and I don't mind the cases are a bit recycled. Hope you don't either.