A/N: This chapter was one of my favorites to work. I hope you all enjoy it, along with another update. More will come tomorrow, and hopefully by tomorrow I finish this sequel and move on to part 3. ;) Happy reading all, and I expect reviews after chapter 32.
This chapter is Rated M.
"Keep going," Emma instructs, calmly.
They drive past a few houses on each side of the street, with kids riding their bikes, some playing soccer. Where were they going? Maybe to visit someone Emma knew? But, who? It was certainly a part of New York Regina never imagined visiting.
"Turn left," Emma says once they have reached a stop sign.
Regina turns left and keeps driving straight ahead. She stops until they come across a gated area. Emma stretches over, far over to input a code into the keypad and the gates swing open. Who the hell lives here?
"What is this, Emma?" Regina can't help to ask.
"An idea," she signals the brunette to drive right through the parted gates and she does. They head up a tree-lined lane just wide enough for two cars. On one side the trees ring a densely wooded area, and on the other there's a vast area of grassland where a once cultivated field has been left fallow. Grass and wildflowers have reclaimed it, creating a rural idyll- a meadow, where the late evening breeze softly ripples through the grass and the evening sun gilds the wildflowers. It's lovely, utterly tranquil, and suddenly Regina imagines herself lying in the grass and gazing up at a clear blue summer sky.
The lane curves around and opens into a sweeping driveway in front of an impressive Mediterranean-style house of soft pink sandstone. It's palatial. All the lights are on, each window brightly illuminated in the dusk. There's a smart black BMW parked in front of the four-car garage, but Emma makes Regina pull outside the grand portico.
Once the brunette switches the car off, Emma glances at her anxiously and nervously. "Will you keep an open mind?" She asks her.
Regina frowns. "Emma, I've needed an open mind since the day I met you."
Emma smiles ironically and nods. "Fair point well made, Ms. Mills. Let's go."
The two dark wood doors to the front of the mansion open once they exit the car, and a woman with dark brown hair, a sincere smile, and a sharp lilac suit stands waiting. Regina is suddenly grateful she decided on changing into a pair of black dress pants, her best heels, and a navy silk, buttoned up shirt to impress the good doctor.
"Ms. Swan," the woman smiles warmly and shakes Emma's hand.
"Ms. Kelly," she greets politely.
Ms. Kelly smiles at Regina, holds out her hand, which Regina shakes. Her isn't-she-gorgeous-wish-she-were-mine flush does not go unnoticed by the brunette.
"Olga Kelly," she announces breezily.
"Regina Mills," Regina nods curtly at her.
The woman steps aside and welcomes them into the house. Regina is shocked once she sets foot inside the house. The mansion is empty- completely. They find themselves in a large entrance hall. The walls are a faded primrose yellow with scuff marks where pictures must once have hung. All the remains are the old fashioned crystal light fixtures. The floors are dull hardwood. There are closed doors to either side of them, but Emma gives her no time to assimilate what's happening.
"Come," she says, and taking her hand, she leads her through the archway in front of them into a larger inner vestibule. It's dominated by a curved, sweeping staircase with an intricate iron balustrade, but still the blonde doesn't stop. Emma guides her through the main living area, which is empty save for a large faded gold rug- the biggest rug Regina had ever seen. Also, there are four crystal chandeliers just above them.
Emma continues, heading across the room and outside through open French doors to a large stone terrace. Below them there's half a football field of manicured lawn, but beyond that is a view. And what a view!
The panoramic, uninterrupted vista is breathtaking- staggering even. Twilight over the Sound. In the distance lies sight of the neighborhood they had just driven through- obviously a distance away from this place. And father still on this crystal-clear evening, the setting sun sinks slowly, glowing blood and flame orange, beyond a park. And beyond that is the sea water and tiny specs of sailing boats. Regina finds herself lost in the view- staring, trying to absorb such beauty.
Regina then realizes she is holding her breath, as Emma is still holding onto her hand. She turns away from the beautiful breathtaking view to find Emma's eyes are staring anxiously at her.
"You brought me here to admire the view?" She whispers, still in awe with it all.
Emma nods, her expression serious this time.
"It's staggering, Emma. Thank you," she murmurs, allowing her eyes to feast on it once more, feeling Emma's hand drop.
"How would you like to look at it for the rest of your life?" Emma breathes, her heart pounding inside her chest like a drum.
What? Regina whips her head around, her eyes glued to sparkling green ones before her. She can feel her jaw drop to the floor as she gapes at her blankly.
"I've always wanted to live on the coast. I sail up and down these very waters, admiring these houses. This place hasn't been on the market long. I want to buy it, demolish it, and build a new house- for us," she whispers, her eyes glowing, translucent with all of her hopes and dreams of her future. Their future.
Is this for really happening? Live here in this beautiful haven for the rest of our lives… Regina is unable to speak.
"It's just an idea," Emma adds cautiously.
Regina glances back at the interior of the house. How much would a mansion like this be worth? Of course, she was no expert- but if she were to guess, she would say… five, ten million dollars?
"Why do you want to demolish it?" She asks, looking back at Emma.
"I'd like to make a more sustainable home, using the latest ecological techniques. Ruby could build it."
Regina gazes back at the room again. Ms. Olga Kelly is on the far side, hovering by the entrance. She's the Realtor, of course. She takes notice in the room, which is huge and double height, a little like the great room at Emma's apartment. There's a balcony above- that must be the landing on the second floor. There's a huge fireplace and a whole line of French doors opening onto the terrace. It has an old-world charm to it. Character.
"Can we look around the house?" The brunette asks.
"Sure," Emma's head tilts, quizzically, wanting desperately to know what she was thinking.
The Realtor's face lights up like Christmas morning once both women enter the room again. She delightedly shows them around, giving them the grand tour.
The house is enormous, of course, as much from the inside as it was from the outside. Twelve thousand square feet on six acres of land. As well as the main living room, there's the banquet kitchen with a family room attached- family!- a music room, a library, a study and, much to Regina's amazement, an indoor pool and exercise suite with sauna and steam room attached. Downstairs in the basement there's a cinema- wow!- and a game room. Hmm… would this be our new playroom?
Ms. Kelly points out all sorts of features, but basically the house is beautiful and was obviously at one time a happy family home. It's a little shabby now, but nothing some TLC couldn't obviously cure.
As they follow Ms. Kelly up to the second floor, Regina is ecstatic. This house has everything she has ever dreamed of for a family home. Suddenly, her biological clock began ticking like crazy inside of her. She could picture herself having one… or two… kids with Emma. Maybe now that they found themselves here, and she was nervous about showing her the house, maybe she's changed her mind about having kids?
There was only one thing. Regina didn't exactly want to demolish the house. She would want to keep it how it is now. This property obviously had a story to tell, and she wanted to be a part of that with Emma by her side.
"Couldn't you make the existing home more ecological and self-sustaining?" She asked the blonde.
Emma blinks. "I'd have to ask Ruby. She's the expert in all this."
Ms. Kelly leads them both into the master suite, where full-height windows open onto a balcony, and the view is still spectacular. Regina could picture herself sitting in bed and gazing out all day, watching the sailing boats and the changing weather.
There are five additional bedrooms on that floor. Regina could hear Emma's and Ms. Kelly's conversation about how the grounds could accommodate riding stables and a paddock. Horses! That brought a smile to Regina's face, because she's always been a fanatic of horses.
Back in the main room, the Realtor discreetly disappears, and Emma leads Regina out once more onto the terrace. The sun has set and lights from the towns on the harbor and other neighborhood are twinkling on the far side.
Emma pulls her girlfriend into her arms, tipping her head upward with her index finger, tucked underneath her chin. Her green, soft eyes staring down at her.
"A lot to take in?" She asks, her expression unreadable.
Regina nods, "A little."
"I wanted to check that you liked it before I bought it."
"The view?"
Emma nods.
"I love the view, and I love the house."
"You do?" Emma smiles.
Regina smiles back. "Emma, you had me at meadow."
They sport matching grins, Emma's hands tangle in jet black hair and thin lips are on plump ones in a passionate sealing kiss.
Emma drives on their way back into New York, and Regina had never seen her so happy.
"So, are you going to buy it?" She asks.
"Yes." She answers truthfully.
"You'll put the apartment on the market?" The brunette's brow raises.
Emma frowns. "Why would I do that?"
"Well, Emma to pay for…" Her voice trails off, her eyes roll. Of course. She owns other properties already.
Emma smirks.
"You like being this rich, don't you?" Regina smirks.
"Show me someone who doesn't." She snorts. "Regina, you're going to have to learn to be rich too, if you say yes."
Could she ever get used to that? "Wealth isn't something I've ever aspired to, Emma." She frowns.
"I know. I love that about you. But then again, you've never been hungry," she says simply. Her words are sobering.
"Where are we going?" Regina asks brightly.
"To celebrate."
"Where to?" Regina smiles.
"Up high at my club."
"Your club?" The brunette's brow arches.
"Yes. One of them."
This club was a tower, and it was seventy-six floors high. Bigger than Emma's apartment. Very trendy and with the most head-spinning views in all of New York.
"Cristal, ma'am?" Emma hands Regina a chilled glass of champagne while she sits by the bar.
"Why, thank you, ma'am." Regina stresses the last word flirtatiously, her eyelashes batting.
Emma's brow raises and her eyes darken. "Are you flirting with me, Ms. Mills?"
"Yes, Ms. Swan, I am. What are you going to do about it?" She smirked.
"I'm sure I can think of something," says Emma, her voice low. "Come- our table is ready."
As they approach their table, Regina turns her head slightly to the feel of Emma's hand, grabbing a hold of her elbow.
"Go and take your panties off," Emma whispered.
Oh? A delicious tingle runs down Regina's spine, all the way to her sex.
"Go," she commands quietly.
Oh, she's serious. Regina's pulse starts racing, but all the muscles below her waistline tighten. She hands Emma her glass of champagne, turns on her heels and heads for the powder room. Regina can't help but wonder why here, of all places did Emma want her to be pantiless? What was she planning on doing?
The very thought has her already excited. How can Emma Swan affect her so much? She's thankful she decided to wear a pair of dress pants, however knowing that this wouldn't possibly stop Emma and whatever it was that she had planned, aroused her. But, well, this was Emma Swan's world, she just lived in it. How can she possibly resist her when she was under her spell since day one?
She looks at herself in the mirror after removing and hiding her panties, she notices the pink color coating her cheeks. Her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Regina takes a deep breath and heads back out into the club. What was the big deal anyway? It's not like she hadn't gone pantiless before.
Emma stands once Regina reaches their table, her expression unreadable as usual. She looks her usual perfect, cool, calm and collected self.
"Sit beside me," she says. And Regina slides right into the seat and watches as Emma sits. "I've ordered for you. I hope you don't mind." she hands the brunette a half glass of champagne, her eyes dark and burning their gaze straight through her soul. Regina can feel her legs slightly part under the table.
The waiter comes by, placing down both their sea bass orders with freshly steamed vegetables. The memory of them eating it when Emma opened up about Mal and their shared past coming to Regina's mind. Oh, they have come a long way since then.
"I think you liked the sea bass the last time you tried it." Emma's voice is low, seductive.
"Only time I've tried it." Regina's breath hitches, her voice exposing her.
Emma's lips twitch in a smile. "Oh, Ms. Mills- when will you learn?" she muses. Her hands come up slowly, grabbing a hold of the brunette's utensils and begins to cut through her sea bass, squeezing a lime along it.
Regina's lips part, her eyes not missing a sight of how smoothly Emma's hands moved. God, only she could make slicing up food look so erotic!
"Eat," Emma holds the fork near the brunette's lips, and as Regina leans in, she notices she caresses her lower lip with the sliced up piece of sea bass.
Oh, how it tickled…
"Open your mouth, slowly," she murmurs.
Regina does as she's told and the taste is exquisite. She chews on the soft texture slowly, mocking Emma's words. And she can see green eyes darken before her. And the fact that the only items caressing her, lightly brushing against her was the food and not any part of Emma's skin- was driving her crazy.
They go on playing this little mini of game seduction until both are done with their dinner. The sea bass, at least, the vegetables were still there.
"Still like sea bass?"
Regina nods.
"Good." Emma's hand comes back up, stabbing a piece of carrot with her fork and placing it slowly inside her mouth.
She's doing this on purpose!
"A favorite of yours, Ms. Swan?" Asks Regina.
"Most definitely, Ms. Mills."
"I did also enjoy when we were having sushi while in that board meeting. Discussing contracts."
"Happy days," says Emma, smirking. "This time I hope to get to fuck you." She moves her hand to pick up her knife and takes a bite out of a slice of potato.
"Don't count on it," Regina mutters, watching the blonde's brow slightly raised, her expression amused. "Speaking of contracts," she adds. "The NDA."
"Tear it up," Emma says simply.
What? Regina blinks. "I'm sorry, what?"
"Tear it up." Green eyes lock on brown.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"You're sure I'm not going to run to the New York Times with an expose?" She teases.
Emma laughs and it's a wonderful sound to Regina's ears. It made her look so young.
"No. I trust you. I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt."
Oh, using Dr. Hopper's advice, I see… Regina's brow raises. "Ditto."
Green eyes light up, and there's that look that make Regina's thighs clench under the table.
"Eat," she orders.
Regina frowns. "You're not going to touch me, are you?"
Emma smirks. "Missing my touch?"
Yes! Regina nods. "Yes."
"Just imagine how it'll feel once I get you home."
Her thighs press together under the table. "It'll be your fault if I combust here with all these people around." She murmurs.
"Oh, we'd find a way to put out that fire, Ms. Mills." Emma's voice is slow and seductive.
They eat through their vegetables and Regina picks up an asparagus with her bare fingers, just the tips, brings it up to her mouth and slowly bites down but not before letting the taste linger on her tongue for a while, that to Emma felt eternal.
"I know what you're doing." The blonde's voice is low.
"I know that you know, Ms. Swan," Regina replies softly. "That's the point." She bites down on the rest of the asparagus again with such slowness and seduction.
"You're not turning the tables on me, Ms. Mills." Emma reaches for the brunette's fork, stabbing a carrot with it and bringing it close to her lips. "Open your mouth," she commands.
Regina parts her lips slightly, her tongue slowly wetting them. She can hear Emma release a slow breath.
"Wider," she breathes, her lips parting along with the brunette's.
The brunette takes the carrot into her mouth, taking her time until she pulls away from the fork, moaning as she chews on it slowly. God, Emma looked so cool and collected, and here Regina was dying to touch her. Her hand- unable to take it anymore- reaches out under the table, sliding its way up Emma's thigh, only to her surprise, she feels her free hand grab her wrist, stopping her.
"Oh, no you don't, Ms. Mills," she murmurs softly. She raises her hand to her mouth and brushes her knuckles against her lips softly.
Finally some contact!
"Don't touch," she scolds at her quietly, placing her hand back against her knee.
Regina pouts. "You don't play fair."
"I know." Emma picks up her champagne glass to propose a toast. Regina mirrors her action. "Congratulations on your promotion, Ms. Mills." They clink their glasses.
Regina's cheeks turn slightly pink, "Yes, kind of unexpected," she mutters.
"Eat," says Emma. "I'm not taking you home until you've finished your meal. And then we can really celebrate."
"I just want to go home and make love to you." Regina mutters.
Emma grins. "So do I, and we will. Eat up."
Truth is, Emma wanted to build the anticipation. So, during their finishing up their vegetables, they were both engraved in a conversation about Regina's job. About Ella and what type of person she was, for Emma's sake and peace of mind.
One last asparagus later, Regina sets her fork down.
"Good girl," Emma murmurs, and those two words hold so much promise.
"What now?" Regina asks innocently.
"Now? We leave. I believe you have certain expectations, Ms. Mills. Which I intend to fulfill to the best of my ability."
Oh my… Regina melts. It never fails.
Emma grins and stands. "Come."
"Don't we have to pay?"
Her head cocks to one side. "I am a member here. They'll bill me. Come, Regina, after you." She steps aside, and Regina stands to leave, well aware that she isn't wearing her panties.
Regina slithers her way past Emma, stopping to pick up her purse, stopped right in front of the blonde who was staring at her with such a level of intensity. It lit her on fire.
"I can't wait to get you home." Emma whispers into the brunette's ear, her body close, but still not touching her.
Once they make their way into the elevator, they are joined by two middle aged men. And Regina can feel Emma's hand grab her at the elbow and pull her farther in, towards the back wall. One of the men turns his head, curtly nodding at Emma, who nods right back at him. Were they friends? They certainly seemed to know each other.
"Swan," the other man nods.
"Harry," Emma nods.
Soon two couples join them. The husbands were quiet, while the women- who seemed to be friends- chatted and giggled over a conversation that Regina didn't care to be a part of.
Regina looks down as Emma bends down to one knee, her hands tending to her shoe laces. Odd… they weren't even untied. She gasped as she felt the contact of the blonde's hand right on her ankle. And as Emma stood, her hand traveled up her leg, skating along, past her ass, her fingers teasing and brushing against an already wet spot right… there.
The brunette's eyes turned forward, her expression trying its best to masquerade her heated complexion.
Emma's was cool and collected, even as her fingers began to work their magic at teasing and massaging her again and again, feeling the fabric become wetter and wetter.
Regina stifles a moan, biting down on her lip and trying her best to keep her cool, especially in front of the clueless audience.
"Always so ready, Ms. Mills," Emma whispers, her finger traveling forth, reaching her clitoris as it massaged away, slowly. Regina stifles another moan, her hips ready to start moving. How can she dare to do this here with all these people? Then again, this wasn't the first time. "Keep still and quiet," she warns, murmuring in her ear.
The elevator stops and more people get on. Emma is pulling them farther back, into a corner this time, her arm wraps around the brunette's form from behind, pulling her incredibly close to where Regina can listen to her take a whiff of the fragrance in her hair. To the world, they would seem like a couple madly in love, cocooning and unable to get enough of their closeness. But little did they know, what was really going on.
Regina's eyes closed for a moment, feeling as Emma's fingers pushed, and massaged their way across, again and again, circling… slowly… teasingly… she only wished the fabric would rip and that way she could be inside of her. Her head leaned back against the blonde's shoulder, and she thanked God the two women chatting away and laughing were loud enough already.
"Don't come," Emma whispers. "I want that later." Her fingers begin to move harsher, but still so incredibly slow. To have Regina's ass slowly grind against her own soaked sex made her want to combust herself right here.
Once the elevator stopped again and everyone began moving to exit out of it, Emma released the brunette, leaving her to stand on her own.
One of the men nodded her way, which Emma returned it curtly. Her eyes turning to the brunette. "Ready?" She asks. Her eyes had a wicked glare in them, especially once she took the same hand she had been massaging Regina with and brought it up to her nose to take a quick whiff. "Intoxicating as always, Ms. Mills."
"I can't believe you just did that," Regina murmurs, her cheeks burning hot as they walk out.
"You'd be surprised what I can do, Ms. Mills," says Emma, reaching for the brunette's hand to clasp in her own. "I want to take you home but maybe we'll only make it as far as the car."
"Good, because you certainly turned me on. Car, home," she shrugs. "I don't care where you fuck me, as long as you do."
Emma's brow shoots up in surprise. "Always the romantic, Ms. Mills."