A/N: Apologies for posting the wrong document in a rush. I corrected it right away, but understand some of you were very confused and surprised to read about the sudden change to Kayaking down the river. That's the first time I've ever done that particular oops. Sorry Sorry- read on… But that was "Falling in My Lemonade" if you want to read it. ;) plug, plug

And now have a seat and gather round for a tale of some fluffy seduction confusion on Regina's home court...

….rt

Regina cleared her throat and shifted in the seat of Emma's car. She was uncomfortable from the rain, now soaking against her ass and trickling between her thighs. She was crawling out of her skin with embarrassment, and tongue-tied searching for a response to Emma's innuendo laden question.

"You're blushing," Emma commented, as she turned her car back off and exited the vehicle running into Regina's garage while she struggled to lift her heavy legs out of the car and follow Emma. Her feet were slipping in her heels as she tried to catch up, brows furrowing as she insisted, "I promise I did not plan to leave you or me stranded in the middle of the night during a dangerous thunderstorm."

"That doesn't answer my question," and Emma was grinning and pulling her close in the dark garage. Regina was pulled into her smile that lit up her face with mischief, the blush spread from her cheeks down her chest and warmed her belly.

"What was the question?"

Emma placed a hand on Regina's forehead unbidden, and peered at her with concern, "Are you sick? You seem like out of it. Keep up."

Regina shook away from the touch, Emma's flirtatious smile contagious as she swatted her hand away, "I'm not sick or tired…and no I did not intend to get you wet—but now that you are-."

Emma waggled her eyebrows, and sighed like she was perfectly content to stand in the garage with a curtain of rain falling a few feet away, staring into Regina's eyes.

"Come inside," Regina said as she strolled to the door, turning away and trying to get her nerves in order by taking calming breaths.

This was a good thing she reminded herself. She was in her element, surrounded by her belongings and comforts of home. She wasn't used to sharing her space though.

She also had Emma and the chance to make her comfortable, to impress her: feed her, water her, shelter her.

Dry her off and then get her wet all over again, that sounded like a nice plan. Regina closed the garage door as she opened the side door into her kitchen and kicked her heels off in the entryway. The house was quiet, dark except for the lightning illuminating in flashes through the windows.

"You know my plan B if the lock picking didn't work was to shimmy up to your balcony by the fire escape and break in…" Emma broke the quiet and admitted.

"Please, you've already driven me and my obnoxious friend home, gotten soaked with me, and figured out how to get us safe and inside. Not to mention you've agreed to keep me company," Regina said with a tone of gratitude.

Emma changed the topic when the attention was brought onto her, Regina was starting to notice, so it was no surprise when she walked around the kitchen and whistled softly, "This is a really nice place. You live here alone?"

"Thank you, yes, all alone," Regina said wringing her hands together unsure how to proceed. They both needed to warm up and fast and Regina was dying for a shower, but to ask Emma if she wanted one too…well, what kind of arrangement would they work out? Would she think she was asking her to shower with her again? After last night it would definitely bring up the memory, there was no way around it.

Is that what Regina wanted? Another hot and dirty shower- skip the talking and just have a repeat of this agonizing day, leading up to a rather memorable evening. What did Emma want? Regina shook herself out of her daze and just asked, "Would you like to take a hot shower?"

"Are you really asking me that?" Emma responded her hands flexing into tight fists, she was licking her lips and staring at Regina's body like she was already picturing her wet and naked.

Regina sighed heavily and found herself at another loss. If Emma didn't take the helm and steer them toward their next understanding of one another- whether it was sex, connection or rejection, Regina just felt like she was doing everything all wrong. So she had to be bold and she to be clear.

She had to stop hiding and be honest.

"I want to take a shower and I want you to take a shower too," she blurted.

"Together?" Emma hedged through a tight lipped smile.

"If you wish, but I don't know if we find that wise… based on our previous discussion," Regina nodded, feeling like she was gaining progress by opening up the conversation.

"Which previous discussion? The one where I almost banged you on the big purple couch, or the one where I wanted to bang you in the back of the BMW?"

"This isn't really helping matters," Regina seethed, stomping her foot. Angry at how much she wanted Emma to take her in the shower again, and regain that special fucking experience of taboo mixed with wonder and the relentless unchained passion.

Regina knew she shouldn't give in. That she should demand they sort out where they'd been and where they were going in this weird relationship before they gave in to the lustful nakey wet shower times…again. She knew she was set up to get hurt, and the newfound reckless part of her didn't give a shit.

Let Emma fuck her and treat her like the stranger the next day. The highs were so high with her… but the lows were…Emma wasn't heroin, Regina told herself to get it together. Be an adult.

So she took the hard line. She marched upstairs. Emma followed. She went into her big bathroom and turned on the shower. Emma was right there with her, already stripping off her water soaked magic clothing. She even helped Regina with the zipper of her dress, slowly dragging it down her spine, fingertips lightly brushing her air sensitized skin, causing her to shiver uncontrollably as tendrils of electric warmth spread through her stomach and down, down, down.

But Regina had learned her lesson. This was her house, and her rules, and she couldn't just let Emma keep fucking her whenever she wanted. What kind of message would that send? She deserved more respect.

That's why Regina decided that this time it was her turn to fuck Emma. It was only fair…