"We are, without a doubt the luckiest bastards on earth!" Laura exclaimed as she dumped her suitcase and flopped back on the enormous bed.
"We definitely are," Regina wholeheartedly agreed and laughed at the childish behavior her girlfriend currently was displaying.
Regina wasn't about to throw herself onto the bed, but she fully agreed with Laura's statement. They were indeed a couple of lucky "bastards". This had to be the nicest beach house to ever have existed. Downstairs there was a huge kitchen, a lavish living room where they could lounge in the enormous, plushy couch. There was this enormous veranda complete with beach chairs and everything. The ocean were literally right outside the house. Crystal blue, perfect water. Regina could hear the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.
And the upstairs department of the beach house was incredible as well. An enormous bathroom with spa and everything. And the bedroom... Well, the bedroom was definitely unlike any bedroom Regina had ever seen. A large, four poster bed, complete with a white canopy and heart shaped chocolate on the bed.
"Very honeymoon-ish," Laura commented as she unwrapped a piece of the chocolate and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Careful," Regina warned lightly and without an ounce of genuine threat in her voice.
"You know, I actually think we got the honeymoon suite when we were in Paris," Laura continued and ignored Regina's warning.
"You do, do you?" Regina half chuckled. "Well, I'll be honest and say that the thought did cross my mind."
Laura snickered. "Soooo, what do you want to do first? Change out of that silly Madam Mayor attire and into something a bit more fit for Mauritius? Change into a bikini and go for a swim? Or try the bed with me?"
"Try the bed with you, huh?" Regina said and raised an eyebrow. "And I'm guessing you don't just mean taking a nap."
"You've got me," Laura laughed.
Regina sighed in mock sadness. "I've just been on a plane for god knows how long. I'm older than you, and I need significantly more rest than you do-"
"Bullshit," Laura interrupted. "You are a young, passionate and vibrate woman who is bold enough to engage in plane sex with me. Stop making yourself sound like a dried up old lady."
Regina spluttered. "I believe this is one your finer comebacks, my dear."
"Good. Now take your clothes off," Laura commanded.
Regina snorted amusedly. "Funny how all your suggestions somehow has something to do with me taking off my clothes."
"Yes, quite the coincidence, isn't it?" Laura drawled.
Regina shook her head slightly as she lifted her silk blouse and freed it from the waistband of her slacks. "I suppose I could humor you."
"Good," Laura said plainly. "Do me a favor and take of your clothes slowly, will you?"
"You're awful," Regina stated plainly.
"Mhmm. So you keep telling me, Ms. Witch."
Regina couldn't quite keep her amusement at bay as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and then even slower slid it off her shoulders.
Laura groaned exaggerated. "I'm the luckiest bastard alive."
"Oh, stop it," Regina said and didn't even try and hide her smile as she left the blouse hanging on a chair. Then she opened the fly in her slacks, undid the top button and wriggled out of the tight fabric. She was grateful for being rid of them. Why the hell had she even chosen to wear slacks to Mauritius in the first place?
Laura made a sound Regina would only label as "growling", and the look the redhead gave Regina was positively lewd.
"We've only been here for five minutes, dear," Regina teased as she left her slacks on the chair as well and then sauntered over to her suitcase to find something a bit more appropriate to wear.
"Don't get dressed," Laura almost warned and held a hand out to Regina. "C'me here."
"That sounds dangerous," Regina drawled. But she never the less walked over to Laura and accepted the outstretched hand.
And it was dangerous. The moment Regina was within reach, Laura yanked at her arm. Not hard enough to cause any actual pain, but certainly hard enough to make Regina fall head first onto the bed.
"Urgh," Regina mumbled unintelligently into the mattress. Not quite what she had expected.
Laura snickered, and even before Regina had lifted her head, the redhead was in the process of unclasping Regina's bra.
"Well, someone is feeling awfully-"
"Frisky?" Laura offered and yanked at Regina's bra to get it off of her. "Damn right. We're finally alone."
Regina chuckled as she rolled onto her back and peeled the bra away from her body.
That seemed to distract Laura momentarily. Her gaze wandered up and down Regina's exposed breasts, and then she bit her lip.
"You're very overdressed for the occasion," Regina commented. Laura wasn't the only one with wandering eyes.
"Right. Yeah. You're right," Laura said, and now it was her turn to sound positively unintelligent.
Regina snickered as Laura clumsily but quickly ridded herself of her tanktop and jeans. She cursed slightly as her bra refused to cooperate, and Regina's patience was wearing thin. She quickly offered her "help" and unclasped Laura's bra in one, swift motion.
"Thanks. I couldn't possibly have done that myself," Laura deadpanned.
"I know. You were struggling. No thank you's required," Regina joked.
"Ha, ha, ha," Laura drawled. "My girlfriend, the comedian."
Regina was just about to laugh at that remark, but the next second, Laura was straddling her waist, and Regina found that there was absolutely nothing to laugh about. And especially not when Laura was kissing her in such a delightful manner. Regina was just as euphoric as Laura was. To believe that they were actually here. In Mauritius. Alone. No interruptions. No crazy ex-girlfriends popping up and making threats. No missed Skype calls. Just them. Regina and Laura on vacation together.
Regina more than willingly returned the kiss and buried her fingers in Laura's soft, red hair. God, she wanted to do this every day. She wanted Laura to be the first thing she saw in the morning, and the last thing she saw before going to sleep. She wanted to spend her every waking moment with the redhead. And for the next fourteen days she could. It was almost too good to be true.
Laura appeared to be very comfortable in her lap, and it didn't take long before she had nudged Regina onto her back. Regina had zero protests against that, and she eagerly pulled Laura down on top of her.
Really, they should be tired. Exhausted after the long flight they just had, but Regina felt particularly energic. Almost bursting with energy. Most likely because of Laura's little bathroom stunt. She was definitely not in the mood for a nap. She was in the mood for Laura. And Laura was just as eager. It didn't take long before both of them ridded themselves of the last remaining piece of clothes. Bodies were shifted slightly, and Regina quickly found herself on top of Laura.
"I like when you're on top," Laura stated plainly and grinned up at Regina.
"You do, do you?" Regina drawled and returned the grin.
"Mmm," Laura said as she shamelessly gave Regina's ass a squeeze.
That only spurred Regina on, and the bedroom which was already fairly warm, quickly heated up in a way that made Regina grateful she wasn't very any clothes right now.
Both Regina and Laura conked out completely afterwards. So much for feeling energic. Later on, she figured that she had been running on pure adrenaline.
Regina wasn't completely sure how long they slept. The only thing she knew was that the bedroom was dark when she returned to the world of consciousness again. After a few seconds, Laura woke up as well, and the redhead immediately hinted that she wanted a repeat performance.
Regina laughed wholeheartedly at that and told Laura to "try again when you're awake".
Laura didn't even respond to that. She simply went right back to sleep.
The first day they just tried their best to get used to the time difference. It took a little while, but they soon got used to it, and as Laura joked, it felt as though they had always been there.
Regina didn't fully agree with that. She would never get used to waking up to eternal sunshine and crystal blue water. Mauritius was even better than she could have imagined.
"Someone is getting tanned already," Laura commented as she came from behind and wrapped her arms around Regina's waist.
"Can't help it," Regina quipped.
Laura snickered. "Stop looking out of the window and come and swim with me."
"Again?" Regina said. "I've barely succeeded in getting the sand out of my hair."
"I'll help you once we've been to the beach," Laura grinned into her neck and nipped slightly at the soft skin. "Now come on."
"Fine," Regina surrendered. "Since you're asking so nicely." She elegantly freed herself from her girlfriends' arms, and then she proceeded to slip her top and skirt off without much further ado. She was wearing her bikini underneath to save time. It was far easier that way. They had been here for two days, and they had barely been out of the water since then.
Laura put a hand on her chest. "Be still my beating heart."
"Funny. Take your clothes off."
"Yes, ma'am," Laura drawled as she shimmied out of her tanktop and denim shorts.
Regina shamelessly admired her girlfriends' body as Laura revealed her green string bikini. After two days in the sun, Laura's skin was positively glowing, and if Regina didn't knew any better, she would say that Laura had gotten a few more freckles since they had arrived. Her red hair was shining and her blue eyes sparkling.
"God, you're beautiful," Regina said plainly.
Laura flushed. "Shut up."
"Can't handle the truth?" Regina teased and nudged her girlfriend.
Laura scoffed. "Like hell I'm the grand price. You are."
Regina just shook her head. They would never agree on that. But instead of wasting time with arguing, she extended a hand out to Laura. "Come on."
Laura immediately took her hand, and together they walked out of their little beach residence.
The sand was warm underneath Regina's bare feet, and the sun shining down upon them was even warmer. They couldn't have asked for better weather.
Suddenly, Laura let go of her hand and declared: "last one in the water is a garden toad!"
"You can't be serious," Regina said flatly.
"I'm so serious," Laura grinned.
"I'm not gonna race you to the water, Laura. The water isn't going anywhere."
"Fine. Then I'll take you out tonight and force you to dance," Laura threatened.
And that was a threat Regina took very seriously. She immediately ran as fast as the thick sand allowed her too. Laura followed suit, but Regina won their little race, and she was every bit triumphant as she reached the water as number one.
"I won!" she declared a little breathlessly and splashed water at Laura for good measurements.
"You cheated. I wasn't ready," Laura complained.
Regina laughed. "Excuses, excuses. Just admit that you're a slowpoke."
"What did you call me?" Laura mock sneered. "I'll get you for that, Ms. Mills!"
"I'm so scared," Regina assured and couldn't quite keep her grin at bay.
Laura promptly grabbed Regina around her middle and pulled the brunette flush against herself.
"I don't think this is appropriate, Laura," Regina half-warned, still amused.
"Do I look like I care?" Laura said plainly. And then she covered Regina's mouth with her own, effective robbing Regina of her voice.
Regina didn't mind it. And she wasn't worried whether it was decent or not. Not really. She tangled her fingers into Laura's wet hair and returned the kiss with all her might. She could feel how Laura's long legs wrapped around her waist in the water. Definitely not appropriate. And yet Regina couldn't quite bring herself to care.
Unfortunately, the lovely kiss was a mere distraction, and Regina was quite unsuspecting when Laura suddenly sloshed water in her face.
Regina spluttered. "Really? That was necessary?"
"That's what you get for calling me a slowpoke," Laura said, and now she was the one who was triumphant.
"You'll be paying for that big time," Regina warned in her best "Queen"-voice.
"Oh, yeah?" Laura drawled as she dis-entangled herself from Regina. "Then you'll have to catch me first, babe."
And before Regina could blink, Laura was swimming away from her.
Regina was quick to follow, but Laura was a much quicker swimmer than her, and soon Regina had to wave the white flag so to speak.
After spending too long in the water, they went back to the beach and more or less collapsed on the towel Laura had brought.
"That was wonderful," Regina said. She was aware that she was panting slightly, but then again, she had just been swimming.
"Mmmm, and the best part is not even over yet," Laura said and skimmed a hand over Regina's wet back.
"And what is the best part then?" Regina asked and lifted her head slightly.
"Me rubbing sunscreen on your back," Laura said with a grin.
"There's no need for that," Regina said. "I don't need sunscreen. My skin tone can handle the sun."
"Yeah, I'm sure it can, but don't rob me of this opportunity to rub sticky cream onto your back, okay?"
Regina shook her head a little. "How did you manage to make that sound lewd?"
"Hidden talent," Laura said and snickered as she reached within the bag she had brought and found the bottle of sunscreen.
"It's not necessary," Regina said again.
"Safety first," Laura brushed her comment aside.
"Fine. But we'll take turns," Regina said.
"Sounds promising," Laura replied. "Now lie still."
That should have been a fairly easy task, but Regina soon discovered that Laura rubbing sunscreen onto her back was more a curse than a blessing, really. It made Regina react a certain way, and she was quick to accuse Laura of doing it on purpose.
"I'm not doing anything on purpose," Laura assured as she rubbed more sunscreen into Regina's skin. "It's not my fault you're enjoying yourself a little too much."
"Oh, you know exactly what you're doing," Regina grumbled into the towel.
Above her, Laura just chuckled and gave her shoulder an extra squeeze.
"I hate you," Regina muttered.
"Yeah, I don't believe you," Laura said, and her lips were far too close to Regina's ear.
"Not appropriate," Regina reminded her girlfriend.
"Don't care," Laura singsong'ed.
Regina gave up and concentrated on keeping still as Laura rubbed the sunscreen into her skin. Still a difficult task.
"Want me to do your front too?" Laura inquired completely innocently.
"Absolutely not," Regina said firmly. "Now move your pretty hands from me and lets switch places."
Laura snorted as she lied down on the towel. "And you say I'm the inappropriate one."
"I didn't mean it like that," Regina said.
"You totally did," Laura teased as she rolled onto her back.
"Behave," Regina said as she squeezed a bit of the cream into her hands.
"Never," Laura grinned.
Regina didn't comment on that. Instead she simply started to rub the sunscreen into Laura's freckled skin.
At first, Laura was keeping entirely still, but it didn't take very long before she started to squirm slightly on the towel.
Regina momentarily stopped. "Is there a problem, Laura?" she inquired and tried to keep the amusement out of her voice.
"Nope. Just the fact that you were right about this. It does feel surprisingly..."
"Mmm, I know," Regina chuckled. "And I'm not doing anything on purpose."
"We should go on holiday more often," Laura said plainly.
"I'm with you on that one," Regina said firmly.
"This is even better than Paris," Laura said almost surprised.
"I don't believe that's possible," Regina mused as she rubbed the sunscreen into Laura's muscular arms. As wonderful as this was, Paris had been incredible as well. The hotel, the food, the Eiffel Tower, the... Well, everything.
"Yeah? You think Paris is better than this?" Laura asked and lifted her head slightly.
"Maybe a little bit," Regina admitted and sighed contently.
"And why is that?" Laura inquired.
"Because I remember something about a certain confession at the very top of the Eiffel Tower," Regina said and smiled fondly at the memory.
"Oh, right. I wanted it to be memorable."
"And it definitely was," Regina laughed. "Very memorable."
"Good. And now you really have to stop touching me. Otherwise I can't answer for what I'll do next," Laura warned.
They concluded their little sunbathing and went back into the beach house. In there, they immediately went upstairs and ended up in the large spa bath. And Laura followed through with her "threats". Regina didn't argue against that.
On their second day in Paradise, they were just getting ready to head out for the night. Laura had found a restaurant online that looked nice, so the plan was to go out, have some great food, have a bit to drink and then maybe, maybe they would find a place to dance afterwards.
Regina found that those were excellent plans, and she smiled as she smoothened the light, flowy blue dress she was wearing for the occasion. She wasn't very used to parade around in sundresses, but it was too warm to wear anything else.
"You ready?" Laura asked as she poked her head inside the bathroom. "You look great."
"You too," Regina smiled. Laura was wearing a yellow tanktop and an exceptionally short, tight denim skirt that showed off plenty of her long, toned legs.
"You know, I think I have a weakness for seeing you in sundresses," Laura said as she wrapped her arms around Regina's waist.
"And I have a weakness for seeing you in short shirts," Regina teased.
"Are you flirting with me, Ms. Witch?"
"I'm certainly trying to. Is it working?"
"Oh, absolutely," Laura said and spun Regina around. They kissed each other languidly, and Regina had momentarily forgotten everything about their plans and anything else when her phone suddenly chimed.
Laura groaned into the kiss, and Regina chuckled slightly breathlessly as she pushed Laura away and checked her phone to see who was texting her. She squinted slightly as she read the message. A firm reminder that she still needed those damn glasses.
"I know that you probably are exceptionally busy soaking up the sunshine and hanging with your girlfriend but do me a favor and peel yourself off of young Laura for a moment to reply to this message. I'm your sister and I haven't heard from you in two days. If you don't reply to this message, I'll fly to Mauritius and find you myself."
Oops. Regina cringed slightly. Apart from a quick message to Henry yesterday to tell him that they had arrived, she hadn't been in contact with her family at all. Oh. She quickly tapped a reply to Zelena:
"Might I suggest a calming breath? I'm absolutely fine. Overreacting is hardly necessary. I'm sorry that I haven't texted you before, but I've been completely knocked out because of the time difference. You can relax and cancel your trip to Mauritius. And kindly refrain from ever referring to my girlfriend as "young Laura" ever again, and furthermore, keep your assumptions to yourself. Thank you."
Laura laughed shamelessly as she read the message over Regina's shoulder. "You're not even trying to deny her assumptions."
"And what would be the point in that?" Regina said and rolled her eyes. "She was pretty spot on in her assumption."
Laura snickered and squeezed Regina's waist slightly.
Then Regina's phone chimed again, and Regina rolled her eyes once more as she checked the message.
"Oh, so you ARE alive. How happy I am to hear that, sister dear. Tell me, what's Mauritius like? Do you guys have any plans for tonight? Besides the obvious."
"I'll murder her when we get back," Regina vowed darkly.
"I'm not helping you with hiding the body," Laura joked.
"Damn it," Regina said and went along on the joke. "And here I was, hoping that you would."
"Just answer her," Laura laughed. "Answer her, and we can get out of here."
Regina did just that.
"Mauritius is wonderful. Plenty of sunshine, plenty of crystal blue water. Lots of sand we drag into the house every time we've been out. We're going out for dinner tonight. How are things in Storybrooke?"
The reply came instantly:
"I'm not at all jealous. I'll need pictures of that beach house. And the beach. And the ocean. As you can imagine, things are very quiet in Storybrooke. Almost too quiet. We need a new villain to stir up some trouble. Snow and Charming have declared tonight "family night", which means dinner at Granny's, and refusing is not an option. I'll have an extra drink for you."
Regina chuckled slightly as she replied to that:
"Yes, do that. And give everyone my greetings. Especially Henry. And Lola. Be a dear and remind Henry to give her an extra treat."
Zelena was clearly bored, because the replies kept coming swiftly:
"I'll do that. And as promised, I stopped by the Mayor's office to see how Maleficent was handling being the deputy Mayor. She's doing fine so far. I think she has too much fun balancing the budget."
"Probably. She's a dragon. What else did you expect?"
Tjing-tjing, another text from Zelena:
"Shall I tell her you said hi? ;P"
Regina sighed gravely as she tapped in a reply:
"Very funny. Have fun at the family dinner."
"Have fun with Laura ;)"
Regina didn't reply further. She refused to take the bait. Instead she turned to her girlfriend and declared that she was ready to leave.
"Great," Laura said and took Regina's hand. "Let's do it."
"Yes. Lets." Regina willingly let Laura escort her out of the beach house and out in the balmy air. She was more than ready for a night of fun in Mauritius with Laura...
To Be Continued?