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Escort Services – The Flight

"Can I have the window seat? Please!"

Regina rolled her eyes at her girlfriend's whiny tone, how typical. "Yes, Emma." She breathed out while trying to remain calm as the people in front of her took their sweet time placing their luggage in the overhead lockers.

"My patience is wearing thin with these people." The brunette whispered over her shoulder to the blonde who was practically pushed up against her while carrying their luggage.

Emma looked over Regina's shoulder at the middle-aged couple who didn't seem to have a care in the world and then glanced back at the trail of people behind her who were moaning and groaning like restless children.

"Hey!" Emma began, immediately obtaining the couple's attention. "You need to hurry the hell up, because in case you haven't noticed there are other people waiting to board!" She exclaimed, leaving out 'you inconsiderate fools' because that was more Regina's style.

The pair immediately took what they wanted from their backpacks and sat in their respective seats, both avoiding the pair of green eyes from a particular blonde that were greasing them off. Regina let a subtle smirk succumb her features as she shuffled past the pair, she moved to the side while Emma placed their luggage in the locker before letting her girlfriend go first into the row of seats and sitting next to the window. Regina took her own seat next to Emma and shuffled through the items in the pocket in front of her. She pulled out the safe flying booklet – which detailed emergency procedures that would need to take place if they ever found themselves in an unfortunate situation. Her chin tilted upwards as she began to read through it. Let's just say, the mayor was not a fan of flying. Not one bit.

Emma silently gasped as her brain also came to the same conclusion. A small smirk worked its way across her features. While eyeing up the mayor she said, "Oh-em-gee. Don't tell me that the strict regal mayor aka also my sexy girlfriend is a nervous flyer…"

Regina scoffed, avoiding eye contact she replied, "I am not a nervous flyer, Miss Swan. I just prefer to be on the ground."

"Alright passengers please put your seatbelts on as we will be departing shortly, thank you."

"Ahh I love flying, I feel like superman you know? Except for the fact that I don't have muscles like Arnold Schwarzenegger, but I totally have the 6-pack."

"Yes, well your rather incongruous diet will turn your 6-pack into a 1-pack if you don't change it soon."

Emma pouted while she patted her firm stomach, "Don't worry baby she hates everyone."

Regina rolled her eyes, "I simply dislike a large proportion of people, not everyone."

"And yet you love me…" Emma pondered with a broad smile, "Fuck, you know the feeling when you eat like a shit load of food and you're so full but you still want to eat more because it's so good?"

The brunette shook her head, "No, not really, dear."

"Well it feels just like that."

Regina raised an eyebrow, "So the feeling of knowing that I love you is equivalent to that of a full stomach? Why on earth am I not surprised by that?"

"Because you know my relationship with food is something that will never be broken, and you're just jealous." Emma smirked as Regina chuckled.

"That is absurd, Miss Swan."

Emma laughed, "Oh please, you probably want to just take me here and now." She spoke salaciously.

"In public? Absolutely not."

The blonde leaned over to her girlfriend and whispered, "You want to touch me, you want to love me, you want to fuck me…" She spoke in a sing-song voice to the horrified brunette who saw strange glances been thrown their way by nearby passengers.

"Emma, stop it!" She elbowed the woman in the stomach, which only lead to the blonde in a fit of giggles.

"Someone's obviously not a fan of a little PDA."

"That was simply inappropriate, for crying out loud." Regina growled quietly.

Emma feigned an apologetic look before facing the brunette fully, "You're totally right I'm sorry…"

Regina glanced away from the booklet to her girlfriend and nodded, "Apology accepted."

"But you're so fucking hot I could just ben-"

"MISS SWAN!"

That seemed to nearly catch everyone's attention on the entire plane. Luckily for the pair, the captain spoke up on the P.A.

"Crew members please take your seats as we are ready for departure."

Regina instinctively checked her seatbelt once again to make sure it was clipped in securely as the plane had now reached the beginning of the runway. Her left hand immediately searched for Emma's right hand, the blonde laced their fingers together and gave the brunette's a gentle squeeze of reassurance along with a soft smile.

It wasn't long before the plane was in the air continuing to increase the altitude. Meanwhile, Emma felt as though her entire hand was going to come off. Fuck she has a death grip. If I had a saw right now I would gladly saw my fucking hand off.

"Baby, if you want me to keep my hand then blood needs to flow through it." Emma gave her a light smile through clenching teeth.

Regina seemed spaced out for a moment before realizing the strong grip she had on the woman, "Oh sorry, dear." She apologized and reduced the strength of the grip on her lover's hand.

Emma lifted their joint hands and kissed each of Regina's knuckles, "You okay?"

Regina almost melted at the care portrayed through those emerald eyes that stared back lovingly at her. "Yes, thank you." She held the soft stare as a faint smile crossed her features, emulating that of the woman's next to her. If any by-passer were to witness them they would seem like they were sharing a moment. And then Emma opened her big mouth.

"Do you know if having sex on a plane is illegal?"

Moment ruined.

…

10 minutes into the 5-hour flight…

"Reginaaaa…" Emma groaned.

Regina flicked through her magazine, "Yes, dear."

"I'm bored." She whined like a 5-year old.

The brunette sighed, "Why don't you close your eyes and count sheep."

"But I'm not tired." Emma smirked as an idea popped into her head, "Can we make-out?"

"In your dreams, Miss Swan." Regina retorted. There was no way in hell that she was going to give any of the other passengers a full view of her and Emma making out like a couple of horny teenagers.

…

1 hour into the flight…

Regina rolled her eyes at the snoring woman next to her who seemed to have found solace by sleeping on her shoulder. The brunette didn't need to look at her shoulder, as she already knew the blonde was drooling judging by the slight wet patch on her white blouse. Thank god I love her, otherwise I would have turned her into a pity insect if I had my magic that is.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" It was a flight stewardess. "Would you like peanuts or pretzels?"

Regina gave her practiced mayoral smile, "No, thank you."

The young girl directed her glance towards the sleeping blonde.

"How about your daughter over there?" She grinned.

The former queen's face instantly hardened, "Excuse me? This woman is my partner not my daughter." She sneered disdainfully and reveled in the shocked expression on the young woman's face.

"I'm so sor-"

"Save it." Regina directed her attention back towards her magazine, while the stewardess walked off much like a dog with her tail between her legs.

Regina felt a vibration on her shoulder and looked over to see Emma laughing, she had obviously heard the incident. "I would not be laughing if I were you. Because if you hadn't noticed, you've basically ruined my shirt with your saliva."

Emma laughed harder, "I'm sorry about your shirt, but babe that was hilarious and flattering. I mean hell I look young enough to be your daughter!"

Regina glared at her, "And what exactly are you implying?"

The blonde instantly stopped laughing and began stuttering. Oopsies. "Nothing at all, y-you're beautiful and young and incredibly sexy, I-I mean your perfect."

The brunette didn't bat an eyelid.

"I love you?"

"Go back to sleep, Miss Swan."

…

2 hours into the flight…

"I'm just going to head off to the restroom." Emma unbuckled her seatbelt and moved swiftly past the brunette who nodded in acknowledgement.

Although Regina was focused on the new Louis Vuitton handbag in the magazine, she was not oblivious to the gentleman in her peripheral vision that sat on the opposite side of the aisle and seemed to be glancing at her every so often. With a sigh she slapped the magazine shut and stared at the brown-haired man.

"Can I help you?"

He flushed at being caught, "Sorry, I-I was just wondering what a beautiful woman like yourself would be doing in Las Vegas, that's all." The around thirty-something year old man smiled sheepishly at the brunette.

"What? Do I not seem like someone who would go to Las Vegas?" She inquired with curiosity.

"Dressed like that? No. D.C more likely, not Las Vegas though." He grinned, revealing his pearly white teeth.

"Speak for yourself, Mr.?"

"Call me Richard. And you are?" He reached out a hand.

"Regina." She responded and shook his hand. The man was quite pleasant, and the brunette had only met a few men in her entire life who were like that.

Richard smiled once again, "I concur, I wouldn't deem a full business suit and tie very appropriate for Las Vegas, more so a tailored white tux worth more than a week's rent." He chuckled and so did Regina, much to her own surprise. "But as a mayor I have to set some standard." He shrugged.

Regina eyes widened slightly, obviously surprised, "Really? Of what town?"

"Boston. I love the place, grew up there since I was a kid." He smiled fondly at the memory. "And yourself? What is it that you do?"

Regina actually found comfort in the conversation, "I too am also a mayor, of Storybrooke in Maine." She smiled at his surprise.

"Wow, what are the odds of that? I suppose you also dislike the necessary yet evil budget reports?"

"Tell me about it, sometimes I'm even attempted to teach my assistant to take care of them so I don't have to do them myself." The pair erupted in chuckles, obviously sharing similar feelings.

Meanwhile, Emma glanced one last time at the mirror and quickly tied her hair into a ponytail before setting off back to her seat. She came to an abrupt spot at the sight of the brunette leaning slightly over the armchair of the aisle and eagerly conversing with the man seated on the other side of the aisle whom emulated her action. Emma watched her grin and then laugh; she eyed the man and looked at his left hand. No wedding ring. She almost felt…jealous. I mean her and Regina had their moments but most of the time it always felt as though they were bickering more than they were talking amicably like she was with this guy. Sure, he was handsome but she still didn't like him. She envied how he was able to make her laugh almost every few seconds. Emma leaned against the now unoccupied bathroom door and watched the interaction. After a few minutes she decided on going back to her seat. With a sigh Emma approached the pair and gave them a quick smile, which almost looked like a grimace. She moved past Regina and once she sat down the brunette glanced at her and then back at the grinning man.

"Richard, this is my…" She paused, "…my friend, Emma."

A flash of hurt crossed the blonde's features, which didn't go missed by the brunette.

"Emma, this is Richard, he is the Mayor of Boston."

Emma smiled, "Hi."

The brown-haired man smiled, "Hi, it must be pretty awesome being friends with the mayor here." He pointed at Regina.

"Yeah it is, I mean who wouldn't want to be friends with a mayor, and after all there's so many perks right?" She smirked sarcastically; Richard was obviously oblivious to the slight tension emerging between the two women.

"Most definitely, my friends seem to enjoy getting out of paying parking fines." He chuckled, and so did Emma.

Not too keen on participating in the conversation any further, she took out her phone and earphones and gestured to them, "Sorry, I'm just a little bit tired, you know it's just one of those days." She justified.

Richard seem unfazed, "Yeah that's fine, I completely understand. I'm sure I can keep Regina here companied."

"I have no doubts about that." She gave a faux smile. Regina glanced her way and was about to say something when Emma had already put her earphones in and begun listening to music. Richard asked her another question regarding their positions as mayors before Regina could speak to the blonde.

Emma incidentally drifted off to sleep again, thankful that they had decided to get an evening flight to Las Vegas.

…

3 hours into the flight…

"Richard, I lied to you before." Regina sheepishly admitted.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, "About what?"

The brunette looked over at her unbelievably adorable girlfriend who was once again lightly snoring. God was she beautiful. Regina felt so lucky to have someone like Emma in her life. She was understanding, funny and caring, and she loved so well in stark comparison to herself as she hadn't been in a proper relationship since Daniel's death, she had forgotten what is was like to be so committed in a relationship.

"Emma's not exactly a friend…" She trailed and Richard nodded, seemingly curious.

"Then what is she to you?" He asked earnestly.

"She's…" Regina glanced at Emma before replying, "She's my partner, my girlfriend." She spoke confidently and let out a breath she hadn't even been holding once Richard broke out into a smile.

"Well she is a beautiful woman, much like yourself." He smiled warmly at her. "You don't think she was jealous before do you?" He spoke hesitantly, "Because she has nothing to worry about."

"I believe she was."

"Well she doesn't have to because I have someone back in Boston, I'm hoping she'll say yes when I ask her to marry me in a few days." Richard mumbled nervously.

"I'm sure she will, you are a wonderful gentlemen. Men like you are very rare."

He went a light shade of red at her compliment, "Thank you."

"Much like my partner, Emma also seems like she must be a strong woman too, you know being able to be with us romantically especially regarding how tough and time consuming our job can be." He spoke solemnly. Regina nodded in acknowledgment as she averted her gaze to Emma and tucked a stray hair behind her ear.

"I feel like I'm bringing work home all the time and if something goes wrong at work, I-I take it out on my family." She replied softly.

He gave her a sympathetic smile, "You're not alone on that one. I am just lucky I am with someone who is so understanding."

Regina gave him a light smile, "me too."

…

4 hours and 30 minutes into the flight…

Regina had her head rested on Emma's, and she had entwined their fingers together, loosely so that she wouldn't wake up the blonde. She delicately kissed the top of her head once again and moved stray blonde locks out of her face.

Emma began to stir, her eyes slowly opening and adjusting to the lights from the plane.

"Are we there yet?" She slurred sleepily.

Regina chuckled, "No, dear. But we haven't got long left."

Emma turned her head slightly to face the older woman while frowning in the process. "I'm still annoyed with you, you know. I'm not your friend…well I am but I'm more right?"

The brunette was taken aback by Emma's insecurity, "Of course you are. And I told him that I lied, that you weren't only just a friend but also my lover." She said softly.

Emma held her gaze, "You did?" She seemed surprised.

"Yes, I did. And it turns out that he has a girlfriend who he plans on proposing to in the next few days."

"I'm so proud of you."

Now that caught Regina off-guard. "You are?"

Emma lifted her left hand and cupped the brunette's cheek, tenderly massaging her soft skin with her thumb. "Very much so. And well I had nothing to worry about then after all."

"Precisely. Besides he's not blonde nor quite as beautiful as you are, my dear."

Emma grinned lovingly at her girlfriend. "Can I maybe kiss you now? Just because I believe you deserve it and maybe because I've missed your lips on mine." She tired to sweet talk the mayor.

Regina chuckled before capturing Emma's lips with her own. She found herself having to hold back a moan at the kiss as she felt herself becoming quite turned on in a rather ridiculously short amount of time. Their lips moved in sync and Emma gently bit her lip, which elicited a small moan from the brunette who simply couldn't hold back.

"I need you." Regina whispered against her lover's lips.

Emma's eyes darkened in desire, as a smirk graced her features. "Do you know what I'm thinking?"

Regina playfully rolled her eyes, "Yes, and although I believe it's unsanitary I just can't wait any longer."

"Well let's go then!" She whispered excitedly, hopping out and over her girlfriend and was now standing next to her.

"Emma, wait!"

"What?"

"We need insurance."

The blonde frowned, "What do you mean insurance?"

"Give me a minute." Regina rummaged through her bag in search of her wallet. When she found it she immediately pulled out a fifty-dollar note and followed the blonde to the end of the plane. They came face to face with a grinning stewardess that was until the young woman recognised Regina from before, after mistaking the blonde next to her for her daughter. She was about to attempt to apologize, when once again Regina stopped her.

"Don't bother. Just take this." Regina placed the fifty into her hand. "And make sure no one interrupts us. Understand?"

The woman nodded immediately and stepped aside to let the couple pass. The minute the pair locked the cubicle Regina was pushed up against the door with Emma's body pressed against hers. Regina grabbed the blonde's face with both hands and pressed their lips together in a searing kiss, it was urgent and yet loving in the same manner. The brunette's legs instinctively wrapped around the sculpted body and the blonde's wondering hands gripped her arse, massaging the firm flesh there. Emma kissed down the column of her neck and sucked at her pulse point, which elicited a strangled cry from the brunette out of sheer pleasure. All the while Regina roughly unzipped the red leather jacket, tossed it onto the lid of the toilet seat and then reached for the hem of her white tank top and pulled it over her head, leaving the blonde in a black lacy bra. It wasn't long before both women were bare chested, with their chests pressed against each other's. Emma slid her hand down the woman's pencil skirt and slowly rubbed the already sensitive area, she slid her fingers around her underwear and inserted two fingers into her lover. Regina clawed at Emma's back as the blonde began pumping in and out of her in rhythmic successions.

"Emma" Regina panted as she brought their lips together once again.

Regina's eyes squeezed shut tight as Emma curled her fingers inside of her. The sensations were becoming overwhelming and she was so close to tipping over the edge, she was on the precipice right now.

Emma sped up her pace and rubbed her thumb against her lover's sensitive bundle of nerves. Regina found it hard to stay quiet as Emma's fingers moved inside her. But she was so very close now.

"Regina, look at me." Emma ordered, her face millimetres away from Regina's.

The woman did as she was told and caught the emerald pair in a locked gaze. "I love you so much."

That's all that it took to send Regina over the edge as she tightened around the blonde's fingers. She bit down on Emma's shoulder to stop herself from screaming as wave after wave the orgasms shook her body to the very core.

After a few moments she had began to calm down, with their bodies still pressed against each other's.

They heard a knock at the door, which jolted them, as Emma let Regina down gently.

"Sorry to disturb you but we will be descending shortly." It was the stewardess.

"Okay, thanks!" Emma called back out.

The pair both smiled at each other and then laughed. "We just had sex in a plane." Emma smiled.

"I can't believe it to be honest." Regina chuckled as she began putting her clothes back on. "Oh and don't worry dear, I am no where near done with you tonight."

Emma couldn't wait. After she helped Regina fix her hair and other parts of her that seemed rather disheveled they both walked out of the cubicle acting as though nothing had ever happened.

"So…" Emma drawled out as they were walking back to their seats.

"Yes, Miss Swan?" Regina said over her shoulder.

"How do you feel about strawberries and whipped cream?"

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Author's Note: Well I am going to be a blunt about this. I come from a wealthy Christian family that is so homophobic that I might puke. So originally my best friend (who also comes from a homophobic Christian family) found out about me writing this fic (she was snooping on my computer). Anyway she confronted me, said I was sinning etc. I freaked out, she told my parents, I freaked out again because I was now under fucking interrogation. My parents wanted to know the 'Why? When? Who? What?' I had to convince them I'm straight (which I am actually, they just thought differently) (It was probably good that I never told them about that one time I went to a party, got absolutely smashed and ended up making out with like 4 girls) On top of that I currently have exams and it's all just been hectic lately, initially my parents wanted me to get rid of the story ASAP and stop writing it, but I had to beg them to just be open minded for once, I even reasoned with them and said that I would help out at the church *gags* which worked. Now they kinda just don't care. My best friend, however, is no longer my 'bestie' she never really was. And my real (and true) best friend is gay (feminine as f**k), and well her parents are equally as bad as mine, so when she goes into 'battle' (aka comes out) I will be by her side defending her (with a machine gun) from my parents and her own. It's so hard at this age when you're still living under someone else's rules, that's what some people don't get sometimes.