While Regina was off babysitting, Emma was working at Granny's. It was a busy Saturday, and she was looking forward to finishing her shift. She had a few more hours to go though, and the time just seemed to stretch on forever. When Granny told her she could have a lunch break she almost cried with relief. She took her plate of nachos out to a table out the front and slumped down on the chair, watching the world go past as she picked at her food.

She used to be so good at this, working on her feet, but she was still aching a bit from the night before. Even though it was a lovely, wonderful ache, she was sore! She shuddered to think what she would feel like if she'd stayed the night with the Hatter.

"What are you smiling about?"

Emma looked up and her grin grew broader as she looked at Jefferson.

"I was just thinking about you, to be honest." She told him, and he sat down beside her, scowling.

"I don't know what there is to smile about." He grumbled, and took one of her corn chips, loading it with salsa. Emma blinked at him and frowned as she took some food herself.

"Oh," She slumped down a bit. Clearly he hadn't enjoyed himself as much as she had. "I'm sorry."

Jefferson looked intently at the girl sitting in front of her, and it took him a moment to realise just why she was looking so much smaller than she had been. He reached out a hand under the table and gripped her knee.

"Emma, I'm not saying I didn't enjoy myself last night. I did." Emma looked up at him, a smile starting to spread.

"Really?"

Jefferson snorted.

"Yes!" he squeezed her knee. "That's the problem."

Emma frowned again.

"Why is it a problem?"

"Because I wanted you all night Emma," Jefferson's voice was low as his fingers slowly crept up her leg. "Because I wasn't finished with you and I've almost jerked myself raw thinking about you all night." His fingers brushed against her crotch. "Because I want nothing more than to take you down that alley way, strip you off and bury my head between your thighs."

Emma's breathing was getting heavy as she listened to him, and she was wishing she wore a skirt to work.

"I have half an hour till I have to be back at work." She blurted, and he smirked at her, his Cheshire Cat grin that made her melt a little inside.

"Eat up then, I'd hate you to go hungry."

Emma blinked and then started to shovel the food into her mouth, her eyes barely leaving Jefferson's.

It was the fastest she'd ever managed to eat her food, and she was almost choking, but he had told her to eat, and so she was eating. There was something about this man that made it impossible for her to disobey him. Finally he put his hand over hers, stilling her, so she didn't make herself sick.

"Come on, I think that might be enough."

Emma nodded, gulped down some of her iced tea, and stood up. Jefferson watched her, sitting there for a moment, before he finally rose as well. Emma had been glaring at him, eager for him and frustrated. Jefferson looked around and frowned.

"There are too many people around here." He decided. "Is there a way to get out to the alley through the diner?"

Emma nodded.

"I can head back through the kitchen, but I don't think I can really bring you with me, not if you don't want people to see."

"Oh no, I'll go by myself. I'll meet you there in a couple of minutes." He looked like he was about to kiss her, but then a family walked out of the dinner, and called out hello to the teacher. Jefferson grimaced through a smile and Emma picked up her plate.

"See you later Mr Chappelier," She grinned, bouncing almost. "Have a good afternoon."

She was sure she could almost hear his growl as she left him.

Once inside she dumped her plate and raced to the bathroom. If they didn't have long she was going to make things easier for him. She threw herself into a stall, shimmied out of her jeans, and pulled her knickers off, stuffing them into her pocket before pulling her jeans back up. That might save a little bit of time at least! And the thought of going commando was always kind of hot!

She made her way back to the kitchen and told the kitchen hand that she was going to have a smoke. Then she pushed open the door and looked around for the Hatter. She assumed he'd pick the darkest place, and headed towards the shadows, yelping when he grabbed her and pushed her against the wall.

"What took you so long?" He growled as he pressed his body against hers, his chest against her back and his hand running down her front.

"Check my pocket," Emma's face was crushed to the bricks, and she never would have realised just how hot that could feel. Jefferson stuck his hand in her pocket and pulled out her underwear.

"Oh, a present. How sweet!" He slipped her knickers into the inside pocket of his jacket and just laughed at her squeak of indignation. "No you're not getting them back." He started to undo her jeans as his other hand slipped up under her top. "They're mine now, consider them a trophy." Emma tried to protest, but she could feel Jefferson hard against her and all she really wanted to do was let him do whatever the hell he wanted.

He slipped his hand into her jeans and immediately started rubbing his finger along her folds. Emma moaned and pressed back against him, so turned on that she could barely speak. How the hell did he manage to get her so excited so quickly?

"We don't have long." he was thrusting a finger into her now as he nuzzled against her neck, pushing aside the scarf she had looped around her shoulders to hide the hickeys he'd given her. "And I need to be inside you." He pulled his hand from her top and she heard him undo the zip of his trousers. Then he moved her a little way back from the wall. "Bend over, brace yourself against your thighs." They had to turn to the side, and Emma felt like a rag doll, being manipulated by the older man. He guided her into position and she felt him rubbing his cock between her legs. Her breath caught and she whimpered at the feeling.

"God you're hot!" She tried to turn her face to look at him, but he just pushed her further forward and laced his arm around her waist. Then he pushed his cock into her and she couldn't help the groan as her already worn out muscles stretched again to accommodate him.

He paused for a moment, letting her adjust, and then he started to drive into her, setting a hard and fast pace. He pulled her back against him and she had to grab at the wall to keep her balance. She was sure she'd get bruises on her hips from where he gripped her, and then his fingers were rubbing her clit and she put her teeth through her lip from trying not to scream.

"I hate having to rush this," Jefferson grumbled in her ear. "But I need to fucking cum in you."

"Please!" Emma was whimpering, rocking back against him, and so close to the edge. Jefferson was sucking on her neck again, his fingers working furiously against her clit, and she wanted to howl. Then she felt her muscles clench him tight and her legs threatened to give way as she was hit by her orgasm. She was sure being hit by a Mack truck wouldn't have been such a shock as the waves of bliss washing over her. It was so good it almost hurt.

Jefferson drove harder into her, only able to grunt her name and tell her hot her tight little cunt was, before he too was cumming hard, filling her up and moaning her name. He flopped forward over her, holding her close as he tried to catch his breath.

"Fuck I needed that."

Emma started to giggle.

"Glad to be of service!" She teased him, and he just tapped her on the arse as he stood up, trying to tidy himself up.

"Did you enjoy that?"

Emma stretched her back, feeling her muscles pop, as she pulled up her jeans, cringing slightly at the feeling of liquid between her legs. She wanted her underwear back but she knew better than to ask for it.

"Oh it was ok." She teased as she zipped up her fly. But then she was being pushed back against the wall.

"Ok? Ok? Only Ok?" Jefferson loomed in front of her and Emma just smirked. "I'll show you O fucking K!" Then he dropped to his knees, pulling her jeans down as he knelt in front of her. He made her pull one leg out of her trousers and he hooked it around his shoulder before he buried his face between her thighs and worked his tongue deep into her. Emma, who was still buzzing from her orgasm, felt like her world was exploding. She rocked back against the wall, her fingers in Jefferson's hair, gripping him in place as he worked her over.

"Fuck I love your mouth!" Emma managed to look down at the man between her legs and he just glanced up at her, the smirk evident in his eyes as he sucked on her clit and thrust two fingers inside her. It didn't take him long to make her cum again, and she thought he'd stop. She should have known better.

After bringing her off with his mouth three times she had to push him away as she slumped down against the wall.

"I have to fucking work now you bastard!"

Jefferson did not look at all sorry as he helped her get redressed.

"What time do you get off?"

Emma snickered.

"Just did. Four times. Didn't you notice?"

"Oh har har har Miss Swan," Jefferson shook his head. "What time do you finish work?"

"9pm." Emma grinned at him.

"I'll pick you up."

Emma blinked.

"What if I had plans?"

"Cancel them." He insisted. He did up her zip for her and wrapped his arms around her, giving her a bruising kiss. "I'll see you tonight." Then he let her go and Emma had to lean against the wall for a while before she could manage to stumble her way back into work.


Regina showed up at Granny's just before 9, as they were just closing up. Emma smiled at her but the smile died when she saw the look on her best friend's face. She set down the glass she was wiping and rushed over to her.

"What happened?"

Regina shook her head, not looking at the blond, but Emma just frowned and forced her face up.

"Reggie, what's wrong?"

Regina opened her mouth to speak but then she burst into tears.

"That fucking bastard!"

Emma rushed around the counter and wrapped her arms around Regina, holding her close and rubbing her back.

"Ok, who do I have to kill? Is it Viktor? I thought you were with Robin tonight."

Regina, hating that Emma's embrace felt too much like Robin's earlier, pulled away, still not able to look at her friend.

"It is fucking Robin." She cried bitterly. "He thinks I'm a whore."

Emma's eyes were wide.

"You fucking what? That bastard! How the hell?"

Regina finally looked up at Emma, feeling a bolt of love for this wonderful girl that was willing to defend her to the ends of the earth. She was a true friend.

"I told him about Viktor." She started to explain, but then Granny poked her head out from the kitchen and took in the scene.

"Good evening Regina. Emma, I'm going to take off, can you lock up please? Oh, and take the rest of the chocolate cake. It won't last till tomorrow." Then she headed back to where she'd come from and Emma and Regina shared a smile. Granny's chocolate cake was so good.

"Lemme get the cake," Emma slipped back behind the counter "and then you can come back to mine." Regina nodded and stood up. As she turned around she flinched.

"Hi Mr Chappelier. What are you doing here?"

Emma had bent down behind the counter to grab a cake box but when she heard Regina's voice she popped up like a meerkat, her eyes wide.

"Jefferson!"

Jefferson was looking at the pair of teenagers, one so obviously upset judging from the redness around her eyes, and the other looking delightfully stunned.

"Regina, Emma, how are you both?"

Regina glanced between the pair of lovers and gave a small smirk.

"I'm fine, but I just need to use the ladies, I'll be right back." She waggled her eyebrows at Emma and then shot off to the back of the diner, leaving Emma with Jefferson.

"Emma." Jefferson's tone carried a warning as he walked over to the counter where Emma had resumed trying to get the three quarters of a chocolate cake into a box.

"I can't go with you, Regina is upset."

Jefferson put his hands on the counter and loomed over the teenager.

"Emma, I told you to cancel your plans."

Emma glared at the older man.

"Look," she had finally managed to get the cake stowed away. "I'll admit that you're a fantastic fuck, and I'd love nothing more than to go back home with you and pick up where we left off last night. But Regina is my best friend and she's heartbroken, and there is no way I'm leaving her in the lurch just to go get laid."

It was the first time she'd been able to stand up to him and her heart was pounding. Jefferson stood there for a moment, absorbing what she had said, and then he leaned forward, his hand pulling her head closer.

"Fuck you turn me on." He growled, and kissed her as hard as he could with the counter in the way. Then he released her and stepped back, seeming a little embarrassed at his lack of control. Emma just stood there, panting a little.

"So we good?" She finally asked him, not sure what was happening. "I'll hang out with Regina and maybe catch up with you another day?"

"Or I could come over as well."

Emma and Jefferson both turned towards Regina, who was looking intently at Emma. Emma walked over to her.

"Are you sure Reggie? I mean, it's not like we we planning on playing Monopoly or anything."

Regina just stared at her.

"Oh I know exactly what you are planning on doing," She glanced over at the teacher who was so obviously listening in. "And I'm up for coming along." Then she glanced at Emma. "I mean, as long as you don't mind me joining in?"

"Does anybody care what I think?" Jefferson called out and Emma glanced back at him.

"Not really." She replied. "After all, how are you going to complain about two girls? Seriously?"

Jefferson opened his mouth to protest, and then thought better of it and shut it again, shrugging and nodding. Then Emma turned back to Regina.

"Reggie,are you sure?"

Regina considered things and gave a sad smile.

"He's good, isn't he?" She whispered. Emma couldn't help the delighted shiver she gave and Regina giggled softly. "I need this. I mean, as long as you don't mind sharing. I need to do something reckless." Emma smiled sadly and squeezed Regina's arm.

"you don't have to prove anything you know. And you don't have to do anything you don't want to."

Regina just gave her a cheeky smile.

"And what if there's nothing I don't want to do?" She teased. Then she leaned forward to whisper in Emma's ear. "And this way you finally get to fuck me!" She brushed past her then and started to walk towards Jefferson. "Don't say you haven't always wanted to!"

Emma spun around and stared at her best friend. Where the hell had that come from?

She was speechless for a beat, and then she started walking towards Jefferson as well.

"Ok Hatter," She smirked at him. "Tonight's your lucky night. Two girls for the price of one. Think you can handle that?"

Jefferson looked the two girls up and down and nodded, smirking as well.

"Oh I can definitely handle that." He slipped an arm around each girl's waist and started to walk them out of the diner. They were almost gone when Emma remembered the cake.

"Just a moment." She slipped away from him, grabbed her box of chocolate heaven and her bag and jacket, and then took her position back at Jefferson's side, grinning at Regina as they walked.

This was going to be amazing!


A/N: Anybody that thinks this might be a bit out of character for Emma or especially Regina, things will be more fully explained next chapter.

I'm trying to update regularly, but I can't do a daily post any more. I'm aiming for at least twice a week. Also, sorry I've not replied to comments lately, but I'm gonna try and catch up on that soon. Thanks for reading. You rock.