Mistakes are my own ^^
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The Rabbit Hole is busy, loud, crowded. The bass is thumping loud and hard enough for Emma to feel it in her chest. It's something base, something primal and the very essence of music like that gets her pulse pounding. In a good way. It's heaven for some and hell for others.
Ruby crows her delight again at getting everyone out tonight – Henry staying at home with David - and she raucously toasts "good times," before laughing knowingly. They were out for an optimistically titled "girls night out" – Emma, Regina, Ruby and Snow - Henry was safely ensconced with David at the loft.
Emma throws back another shot, eyes never leaving Regina's who is slamming her glass back down with enthusiasm and a wicked, sly grin. Emma can feel the brunette's eyes sliding down her neck as her head is thrown back, down to her cleavage which she knows looks good. Jeans and a button down, with plenty of buttons left undone, this is a tried and tested favourite for going out. Regina can't stop staring.
Damn.
The sheer need she feels for Regina is almost debilitating.
And Regina isn't helping.
There had been the noticeable quietening of the crowd when Regina had stepped into the building, the hesitance of all its occupants as they recognised their once monarch. Emma had tensed, ready for some comment, some fight sparking action – but Regina had just scoffed and removed her jacket to reveal a figure hugging black dress, her hair piled on top of her head and what could only be described as fuck me heels, dramatic, dark make up. The noise had slowly resumed its previous levels when she rolled her eyes and marched straight up to the barwoman to order three tequila shots. All for her.
As it was now, Emma couldn't take her eyes off the other woman, trying and failing at being subtle about it, and tried to cover herself by ordering more drinks for all.
Snow hovers behind them all, asking for a soda water and lime, her eyes then wistfully following the rise and fall of the small glasses.
"Well, we're trying," she ventures slowly, quietly, when Ruby asks what on earth she's doing not drinking. Emma feels her heart skip a beat. She takes a deep breath and tries not to focus her eyes on anything.
She doesn't care. Nope. She's happy for her parents to do… that… get that opportunity for new beginnings.A fresh start, she can't help thinking – she can't help the ever so slight flavour of jealously salting her tongue either. She's had enough alcohol now she can almost skip over things. Almost-
Snow's looking down, her hand grazing over her belly before Regina slams another glass down, startling them all, throwing her hands up. She runs her tongue over her top teeth slowly, baring them briefly.
"You really have no idea, do you," Regina shouts over the music at Snow, before turning to Emma with anger, empathy and purpose. She grabs her hand, dragging Emma into the press of bodies on the dance floor, pushing through until they are lost in the sea of darkened faces and pulses.
Emma feels herself starting to panic at first, and Regina's face turns apologetic as soon as she feels Emma's hand tightening on hers, her face paling, and she starts to push them both back towards the edge of the moving crowd but Emma places a hand on Regina's chest, taking a deep breath and starts to move with everyone around them.
So they dance.
And It's like the world zeroes to them as they move together. The people around them cease to exist other than heat and heartbeats and the thrumming beat. It's enthralling and seductive. Regina leans close, and Emma can feel every breath on her ear, her cheek, her neck. She can feel her body come alive, a fizzing rush of pleasure racing down her spine to between her legs. There's that awareness, that buzzing in her belly. She's on fire, enraptured by the woman currently tugging her hips closer, fingers hooking through Emma's belt loops, eyes darkened by desire and low, intimate lighting.
Emma's hands skim over Regina's hips, up, curving to her waist, to her back. She pulls her close and presses their hips together, lets the rhythm of the music guide her body. Regina grins and lazily throws her arms over Emma's shoulders, one hand coming up to tangle loosely in the hair at the nape of Emma's neck and Emma can't help but press her nose against Regina's neck. Her lips graze hot skin and she can feel vibrations as Regina moans deep in her throat.
The brunette pulls herself away though, before they get too lost in each other, a smirk on those lips and she breaks away with a lingering look, turning to head to the bar once more.
Emma starts to follow until cold metal hooks her elbow and she's spun around roughly. She stumbles, still in a slight haze, and falls into some dancers who reach out to steady her. It's created enough of a commotion that the people around them have stopped dancing. They're staring, at her, at him, uncertain.
Hook glowers and starts to come closer, Emma's stunned and grasping for calm, but she's got those flashes of pain and her pulse hammering in her throat again in a bad way now and -fuck not again- not now-
Regina is in front of her, suddenly, her hand on Emma's forearm and Ruby slides in smoothly beside her – arm snaking over Emma's shoulders. Ruby bares her teeth and for a moment, for a split second, Emma is terrified of her friend.
"Well look at you, two guard dogs to protect you. Do I really warrant that?" Hook steps back again, sneering.
"Scum," Ruby spits out.
Regina stalks up to Hook, danger and threat billowing from each step like an unfurling cloak and she pushes her face in close to his. Emma can't hear what she says over the music but Hook's face pales and his mouth sags open.
Ruby chuckles in her ear, the noise suddenly loud amongst the din of music.
"God I want to know what she's saying to him. You've never seen The Evil Queen in action have you?"
Emma shakes her head, memories of a snarling Mayor Mills assaulting her and Regina standing far too close for her not to get a rise out of Emma, in temper and heartrate.
The moment ends when Regina places a single finger on Hooks chest and pushes him back, his arms cartwheeling to keep balance. She returns to Emma, eyes hooded with intent, something dark embracing the brunette momentarily before she shakes her head, as though shaking off something hovering around her.
The crowd tentatively resumes it's dancing around the women, Ruby melting off between others. Hook is nowhere to be seen now, and Emma pulls Regina to her.
"Thank you," she breathes as Regina's arms go around her again. Regina nods, stiffly, then presses her face into Emma's shoulder. Emma holds on and Regina melts once more, her movements becoming fluid, hips moving to the beat. She turns in Emma's arms, ass nestling against her front and their dancing almost becomes something else as the music dips lower, bass thrumming in time with them, hypnotic. Emma gets lost in Regina again, in the music, the press of bodies, the intoxicating woman pressed against her. Her hands glide over everything she can touch – abdomen, thighs, one hand wrapping around Regina's upper arm and squeezing - and she starts to forget where they are, so intensely focussed on the brunette pressed against her front; Regina's arm is lifted, her hand threaded in blonde hair, head turning, mouth blindly seeking Emma's.
Suddenly the music cut out, jarring Emma out of her haze - replaced by a loud klaxon and a chorus of disappointed cries.
"Damn," Emma curses, breathing heavily, trying to clear her head. Regina's eyes are glassy, her pupils almost completely black and Emma has to tear her eyes away from the brunette's lips.
"Mmm," Regina, agrees, taking a deep breath and a step away. "We better get outside." She assesses the crush of people trying to get out the front of the bar with a tilt of her head and tuts. With a sigh, Regina grabs Emma's hand and pulls her to the mobbed coat hooks before grabbing their jackets. She motions for Emma to turn, and helps slide the jacket up Emma's arms.
Emma swallows with the tender, attentive action, goosebumps prickling her skin as the cold material slips over her flesh. Regina smooths her hands along Emma's shoulders almost absentmindedly, before putting her own coat on with elegant, efficient motions, knotting the sash at the front, and grabs Emma's hand, leading her to the exit at the back of the building.
The cold air hits them both like a sledge hammer, sobering them as they navigate the messy back alley and narrow passageway that brings them back to the front. People are milling around chaotically, the alarm echoing out into the night's air. Their shoes crunch on the gritty tarmac of the ground, a rhythmic soundtrack to the night's air.
A noise like a gunshot goes off as they pass the cars and Emma instinctively pushes Regina behind her. She holds her arms out protectively, eyes scanning for threats.
"Emma," Regina grasps her shoulder, "Emma, it's ok. It was just a car backfiring."
Emma blinks, swallows, and she knows she's blushing. Regina presses a kiss to her cheek anyway.
"My savior," she drawls, and tucks her arm through Emma's. They make their way home, both too inebriated to even contemplate driving – or to wonder where the others who's accompanied them out had gone.
"Do you think Snow had a good time?" Emma ventures her query quietly as they pass the school. She will not think too hard about what Snow said. Not right now. Regina pressing against her side as they walk is enough of a distraction from brooding.
"I think I saw her with her dwarves, I'm sure she was fine."
A text from Ruby makes Emma's phone vibrate in her jacket pocket. Got snow, Ill make sure she gets home. She saw u and R practically fucking fyi
A second later, another text. That was fucking hot btw ;)
Emma smirks and stuffs her phone back in her pocket and they walk in comfortable silence all the way back to Mifflin, where Emma hesitates on the porch as Regina moves slowly and methodically to get her keys into the lock.
"You're coming in Emma, let's not pretend otherwise," Regina throws over her shoulder as she turns the key, opening the door smoothly. Emma grins and follows her into the dark foyer of the house, where she's pushed into a wall. Regina breathes heavily, inches from her, and grasps the lapels of Emma's coat.
"I want you," she growls and her mouth is on Emma's before she can even think to respond. She's moaning and Emma's hands move to cup Regina's ass, pulling her in tighter. It's hot, messy, wet and everything a drunken intoxicating kiss should be – Regina's practically rubbing herself against Emma and the blonde rucks the black dress up and pushes her knee between Regina's legs, pulling her more firmly onto it.
"Fuck," Regina gasps, breaking the kiss, as she hesitates then grinds against Emma's thigh. She grasps and ungrasps Emma's jacket, as though unsure what to do with her hands, and she noses Emma's head to the side to attach her mouth to the blonde's neck.
Emma's almost gone, almost completely lost in the sensations she's feeling and the noises coming from Regina but it's the sharpness of teeth nipping at her throat that has her shaking her head, trying to claw her way out of her aroused haze.
"Regina," she clears her throat, stilling her hands and bringing them up to rest on the brunettes upper back. "We should stop, before we go too far."
Regina sighs, a long, shaky breath - and stills in her movements, breathing heavily.
"I suppose you are right," she agrees reluctantly. She doesn't move though, comfortably nestled against Emma in the dark hallway.
It's only a few quiet moments later when Emma's phone vibrates again that they are startled out of their position.
Regina runs her hands through her hair and pulls her dress back down before heading up the stairs. Emma lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding, pulls her phone out once more and replies to Ruby's demands of an assurance they were ok. She pockets the phone and after toeing off her boots, follows after Regina, nerves now plucking at her with each step. What if that wasn't ok?
What if that was too much? Did she take advantage? They are both drunk. Okay but that is no excuse she argues in her head.
Questions start to whirl around in Emma's mind as she approaches the door to Regina's bedroom and she finds herself once more, rocking back on her heels, uncertain. The brunette answers all her questions for her by exiting the bathroom, pyjamas on and face scrubbed clean. She pulls Emma towards the bed and climbs into it before turning back for a moment.
"We are just going to bed, alright?"
Emma nods emphatically, and strips her jeans off, sliding in after Regina. She tentatively puts her arm over the brunette, finding this position strange, since she's usually the little spoon.
"It's the first time I've drank since…"
"I know." Regina pulls Emma's tentatively placed arm tighter around herself, and wriggles further back against the blonde. "It's ok. This was all ok."
Emma relaxes, more confident in holding the brunette against her, and lets her eyes close.