A/N: Thank you all for your patience on my updating this story after a few days absence. Life has been so busy, and as always there has been interruptions to keep me from writing. But I am back, and happy to be writing. Even if I get super busy, I will find the time to write and finish all my works. :) I hope you all enjoy this long update. Expect multiple ones tomorrow. Happy reading!
This chapter is Rated M.
Belle is dumbstruck. Ruby is still kneeled down on one knee, holding out the ring that would change both their lives forever. She blinks, unable to find her voice. Tears prickled at her eyes as she could do nothing more but nod.
"Yes," she finally whispers, her arms wrapping around Ruby's neck, And they soon enter their own little world, finding themselves in a lip lock that was oh so them.
Regina can't help but feel a pair of her own tears stream down her cheeks. Her and Belle would be family. Officially. And to think she almost hated Ruby for breaking her best friend's heart. She should have known better.
Belle finds herself looking down at the ring, then back at Ruby, then back down at the ring as it is placed on her finger by her now fiancee. Sharing one more kiss afterward.
Emma squeezes her wife's hand, providing her with a smile as she stares back at her.
"You knew about this?" Regina whispers.
She nods, her smile never leaving her. Soon, she orders another round of drinks and the music continues blasting around them. Everyone is up on their feet, hugging one another, congratulating the happy engaged couple.
"See? She was just worried about her proposal." Regina whispers into Belle's ear, and she can feel her friend smiling. "I am so happy for you, Belle. Congratulations."
Emma shakes Ruby's hand and pulls her into a tight, sister-like hug. Regina is shocked at the sight.
"Way to go, Rubes," the blonde murmurs. Ruby says nothing, for once stunned, then returns Emma's hug with a tight one of her own.
"Thanks, Em," Ruby chokes out.
Emma moves to hug Belle next, and Regina can make out her wife's words to her best friend as she whispers into her ear. "I hope you are as happy in your marriage as I am in mine."
"Thank you, Emma. I know I will be." She says graciously.
Ivy and Ella come back with more drinks, and as they congratulate the engaged couple, Emma holds up her glass of champagne.
"To Belle and my dear sister, Ruby- congratulations."
They all take a sip, and Regina recognizes this champagne. She and Emma had it while eating dinner at her club. Their club? It was good then and it certainly was good now.
Emma frowns at the brunette. "What are you thinking about?" She whispers.
"The first time I drank this champagne."
Emma's frown becomes more quizzical.
"We were at your club."
The blonde grins. "Oh yes. I remember." She winks at her wife.
"So, Rubes, have you set a date yet?" Ivy asks.
Ruby gives her cousin an exasperated look. "I've only just asked Belle, so we'll get back to you on that."
"Oh, make it a Christmas wedding. That would be so romantic, and you'd have no trouble remembering your anniversary." Ivy claps her hands.
"I'll take that under advisement." Ruby smirks at her.
"Mrs. Swan, so happy to see you here again." A brunette waitress comes along, handing out glasses of water as requested by Emma. "Can I get anyone else anything?"
"Belle?" Emma turns to Belle.
"More champagne," she smirks. "This is a night to celebrate!"
"Gina?" Emma turns to her wife.
"Champagne. Please."
"Coming right up." The brunette smiles brightly at Emma before she walks away.
Regina glares at the woman, shaking her head in resignation.
"What?" Emma asks her.
"She didn't flutter her eyelashes at you." She smirks.
"Oh. Was she supposed to?" Emma asks, failing to hide her amusement.
"Women usually do." Regina's tone is ironic.
Emma grins. "Mrs. Swan, are you jealous?"
"Not in the slightest." Regina grumbles, feeling her wife pick up her hand and kiss away at her knuckles.
"You have nothing to be jealous about." Emma murmurs into her ear, her breath tickling her hair.
"I know."
"Here." Emma hands her a glass of water. "Drink this."
Regina glares her way, seeing rather than hearing her sigh in response.
"Three glasses of white wine and two champagne, after a strawberry daiquiri and two glasses of Frascati at lunch time. Drink. Now, Gina."
Hello, Ms. Control Freak. Regina drinks the glass of water, because Emma does have a point. Today has been one fun filled day that she has had a little to drink. And God forbid her wife from having control of something.
"Good girl," Emma says, smirking. "You've vomited on me once already. I don't wish to experience that again in a hurry."
Ah. Memories. "I don't know what you're complaining about. You got to sleep with me."
She smiles and her eyes soften. "Yes, I did."
"Enough chatter!" Ivy perks up, grabbing a hold of Ella's hand and motioning to Belle and Regina. "Come on, let's go dance! That's why we're here. Let's burn some calories."
Belle stands, her eyes on Ruby. "You coming?" She asks her.
"Let me watch you," she says.
Regina stands next, her eyes on her wife. "I'm going to burn some calories." She bends to whisper into her ear. "You can watch me."
"Don't bend over," Emma grins.
The world spins as Regina stands back up, her feet losing a bit of their balance as the room tilts a little.
"Perhaps you should drink more water," says Emma, grabbing a hold of her hand.
"I'm fine. It's these heels, the seats are too low." She grabs a hold of Belle's hand and heads toward the dance floor, where Ivy and Ella are already dancing. The music is pulsating throughout the dance floor, vibrating underneath their feet. And as Regina's eyes find Emma's green one, watching her like a hawk with that mischievous smirk on her lips. She begins to dance a little more.
Her eyes close for a moment as she surrenders to the music around her. When suddenly, there are two hands on her hips. She grins. Emma has joined her. She feels the pair of hands move to her behind and squeeze, suddenly realizing these weren't Emma's hands. Her eyes snap open.
Off in the booth, Emma's eyes light on fire as she stands, rushing toward the dance floor with Ruby right behind her.
"Em, hey! Take it easy!" Ruby shouts, her voice muted by Emma's ears.
Regina suddenly turns to see a tall man smirking at her.
"Get your hands off of her, you creep! She's married!" Belle is pushing him away.
"Oh, come on. It's just a little fun," he smirks. And before Regina knows it she is slapping that smirk off of his face. So hard, it made her hand sting.
The man is keeping his hand against his reddened cheek, giving Regina an apologetic smile.
"Em!" Both Belle and Regina can hear Ruby shout through the music, as she pulls Belle aside.
Emma's arm stretches out, wrapping around her wife's waist, her eyes throwing a deathly glare at the guy. "Keep your fucking hands off my wife," she says. She isn't shouting, but somehow she can be heard over the music.
The guy chuckles, maybe because Emma is a woman and he is slightly taller than her. Who the hell knows. "Oh, give me a break. What are you going to do about it?" He chuckled.
Suddenly, the next thing Regina can see, and in slow motion, was Emma's fist, land a punch directly to the guy's chin. Tall guy didn't even see it coming, Her hand moved so fast and with so little effort that it knocked him right on his ass.
"Emma, no!" Regina shouted through the blasting music as the dance floor cleared around them, with only a few more people dancing. She placed herself in front her wife, as if preventing her from murdering him. Because she would. "I already hit him," she shouts again, but Emma's eyes are dead-on focused on the creep, bleeding on the floor.
Ruby quickly joins in, stepping in between Emma and Mr. Giant. She's glaring at him as he stands to his feet. "Why don't you get out of here? Unless you want a broken nose, too."
"Take it easy, alright? I didn't mean any harm." Tall guy holds his hands up in defeat, quickly walking through the crowd surrounding them once again without looking back.
Emma's eyes are following him off the dance floor. She doesn't look at Regina.
Ruby soon grabs Belle and pulls her into a dance as the song changes. Sexy Bitch starts blaring around the nightclub. And Regina doesn't waste anymore time in pulling Emma in for a dance, her arms wrapping around her wife's neck until she finally makes eye contact, her eyes still blazing. And it's when she looks in them that she can see a glimpse of adolescent Emma brawling with whoever crossed her path. It was a look she only remembers seeing when Robin made a pass at her.
"Are you okay?" She asks finally.
"Yes," Regina nods, despite her hand throbbing from the hard slap. She brings her hand across her wife's chest.
"Do you want to sit down?" Emma asks over the pulsing beat.
"No. Dance with me."
Emma looks at her impassively, saying nothing.
"Dance with me." Regina can tell she is still seething. "Please, Emma. Dance." She takes Emma's hands and places them on her waist, as her eyes throw daggers at the guy once again. Regina begins to move to the rhythm of the music then to distract her. Soon, a crowd of dancers creates around them.
"You hit him?" Emma asks, standing stock-still.
"Of course I did." Then, Regina cups the back of her wife's head, pulling her lips right on hers as she kisses her, forcing her lips to move along with hers. Their kiss intensifies as Emma quickly gives in. "Please dance with me." She whispers against her lips.
As Emma gazes down into her wife's brown eyes, Regina can see the blazing fire slowly die down from her murderous stare. It changes into something else, something darker, something hotter. Suddenly Emma grabs a hold of Regina's wrists, pinning her hard against her body, placing her hands behind her back and holding them there.
"You want to dance? Let's dance," she growls close to Regina's ear, and she starts rolling her hips around into her, Regina can't do nothing but follow along.
Regina can feel her hands being released, and they are free to roam upward against her wife's stomach, past her breasts and over her shoulders. And that's when Emma starts to really move, moving Regina long to the beat of the song. Both women share a matching grin and Regina knows that Emma is back.
"I can't believe you punched him." Regina says, moving along with Emma in their erotic dance.
Green eyes frost over. "No one touches what's mine," she says with chilling finality.
And Regina can't think of anything else to do but make out with her hot-brawling wife right in the middle of the dance floor, as the music continues to pulsate around them.
As they arrive home, Emma kneels before Regina and grasps her ankle to rid her of one heel, then the other. And how good that feels for Regina.
"Better?" She asks, amused.
Regina nods.
"Come." Emma holds onto her wife, leading her up the stairs, one step at a time until she directs her into the bathroom. She removes her leather jacket that she placed on her as they left the nightclub.
"I can do it." Said Regina, reaching for the jacket.
"Let me." After removing her jacket, she directs her toward the oval bathtub. "Sit." She orders.
Regina sits on the edge of the bathtub and her eyes close. She can hear Emma move around and mess around with bottles on the vanity unit. A moment later, her eyes open to find Emma standing before her, tipping her head back.
"Eyes closed," Emma says, holding a cotton ball with the tip of her fingers. As Regina closes her eyes again, she feels her wife softly wipe away the makeup from her right eye first. A tiny smile stretches against her lips as she takes in her beautiful but drunk wife's complexion. "Ah. There's the woman I married," she says after a few wipes.
"You don't like makeup?" Asks Regina.
"I like it well enough, but I prefer what's beneath it." She kisses her wife's forehead. "Here. Take these." Emma places two Advil into the palm of her hand and hands her a glass of water.
Regina resists the urge to roll her eyes and takes the pills, gulping them down with the entire glass of water. She did love Emma taking care of her.
"Do you need a private moment?" Emma asks sardonically.
Regina snorts. "So coy, Mrs. Swan. Yes, I need to pee."
Emma laughs. "You expect me to leave?"
The brunette chuckles, her brow raises. "Do you want to stay?"
Emma's head cocks to one side, her expression amused, her arms crossed over her chest as she leans against a wall.
"You are one kinky asshole. Out. I don't want you watching me pee. That's a step too far." She waves the blonde out of the bathroom, and can hear Emma let out one last laugh as she disappears into their bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
As Regina merges from the bathroom, she takes in her wife's beautiful sight wearing her red underwear. Just her red underwear. Giving her a glorious sight of her perfectly shaped arms, and stomach muscles. The muscles on her back stand out as she pulls one of her white tank tops over her head. The sight of watching her dress is distracting.
"Enjoying the view?" Emma asks wryly.
"Always."
"I think you're slightly drunk, Mrs. Swan."
"I think, for once, I have to agree with you, Mrs. Swan."
"Let me help you out of what little there is of this dress. It really should come with a health warning." She turns her wife around and undoes the single button on the neck.
"You were so mad," Regina murmurs.
"Yes, I was."
"Were you mad at me?"
"No. Not at you." Emma kisses Regina's naked shoulder. "For once."
Regina smiles. That's progress. "Certainly makes a nice change."
"Yes, it does." She places another kiss against her shoulder, then tugs her dress down over her backside and onto the floor. She removes her panties at the same time, leaving Regina naked. Reaching up, Emma takes her hand. "Step," she commands.
Regina steps out of her dress, holding onto her wife's hand for balance.
Emma stands and tosses the dress and panties onto the chair with her leather jacket. "Arms up," she says softly. She slips one of her t-shirts over her head and pulls it down, covering her up.
Regina's ready for bed.
Emma pulls her wife into her arms and kisses her, so hard and passionate that Regina's mind spins just like this room.
"As much as I'd love to bury myself in you, Mrs. Swan- you've had too much to drink, you're at nearly eight thousand feet, and you didn't sleep well last night. Come. Get into bed." She pulls back the covers on the bed and watches as Regina climbs right in. Emma covers her up and kisses her forehead once more. "Close your eyes. When I come back to bed, I'll expect you to be asleep." It's a soft, gentle threat, a soft, gentle command… it's Emma. Her wife.
"Don't go," Regina pleads.
"I have some calls to make, Gina."
"It's Saturday. It's late. Please."
Oh how much Emma loves listening to her beg, but as tempting as she was- she wasn't about to take advantage of her in this state. "Gina, if I come to bed with you now, you won't get any rest. Sleep." She's adamant.
Regina's eyes close without any hesitation, and she feels thin lips brush against her forehead, placing another kiss.
"Good night, baby," Emma breathes.
Emma's eyes opened to find herself alone in bed. She glances at the clock on the nightstand, it was 1:45am. She slithered out of bed, finding the hallways empty, even the great room as she headed down the stairs. She could use a drink of water anyway, so she headed toward the kitchen, stumbling in the dark, unaware that her wife was already silently observing her while enjoying a pint of vanilla ice cream.
"Shit," Emma whispered, knocking down another pint of ice cream off the refrigerator door as she reached for a bottle of cold water.
"Nice one." Regina teases, releasing a low chuckle, causing her wife to turn her way. The sight of Emma in her red undies and white tank top did things to her. Unspeakable things. And right now, she didn't understand why she felt such an urge- but she wanted her.
"There you are," Emma shut the fridge door. "I've been looking for you."
"You found me." Regina popped the spoon in her mouth with a mouthful of ice cream. She didn't understand why she was craving ice cream in the middle of the night, maybe it was the alcohol still in her system.
"Are you alright?" Asked Emma, moving toward her wife, who looked absolutely breathtaking sitting on the round wooden breakfast table, in her bathroom.
"I had a craving." Regina sucked slowly on the spoon, her eyes never leaving her wife's green ones.
"I can see that." Emma smiled, leaning down against the wooden table. She places a loving kiss against her wife's forehead. "I'll make you some tea."
"Mm!" Regina's legs quickly wrapped around her wife's waist, locking her in her own hold and pulling her back, keeping her close. She took a scoop of ice cream with the spoon and held it out, near Emma's lips.
The corner of Emma's lips stretched into a tiny smile, her eyes moving toward the spoon as her lips part opened to receive that delicious, familiar taste of sweet, cold vanilla ice cream. Only to her surprise, Regina had other ideas as she placed the cold, melting substance against the bare flesh of her chest.
"Oh…" Regina chuckled, her eyes focused on the melted trail of ice cream that began from her wife's chest, getting smaller as it traveled up her throat. "I am so sorry." She smirked, her eyes meeting Emma's.
"Not funny." Emma's head shook, her lips twisted up in a smirk of her own.
"Oh, God, it's dripping- I'll get it." Regina leaned in, her tongue slowly worked its way up against the sticky, sweet trail of ice cream that marked her wife's soft, warm skin. Regina had been turned on since before the incident at the club, and now with the darkness of the kitchen surrounding them- and only them. It seemed as good a time as any to take control of this situation. Hoping that Emma would allow it.
To have her wife's legs wrapped around her, and her tongue taking possession of her skin, leaving wet trails behind was all Emma needed to feel aroused. It still amazed her how far she'd come for this woman that walked into her office one day. But what most amazed her- and probably would always will- was how comfortable she was with being touched in what used to be her forbidden zones, not just to Regina, but to all women. Except for Mal, in the past.
"Alright, enough," Emma reached for the pint of ice cream, only to find Regina protesting against it as she pulled it back. As attractive as her wife looked in that silk bathrobe she found herself wearing, she was still slightly intoxicated.
"Ah-ah! This is mine." Regina said sternly, which got a chuckle out of Emma.
"Gina-" Before she could even blink, Regina was already off the table, rotating around her and tossing her against it, forcing her to sit back. Emma chuckled again, because clearly it wasn't her who was calling the shots tonight. A gesture she wasn't used to, not like this, but was willing to allow given that the person doing it was her wife. And the thought of Regina always wanting to play and have a little fun aroused her all the more.
Regina set aside the pint of ice cream, and removed Emma's tank top, up her body. Her eyes first took sight of Emma's perfect breasts. They had been forbidden to her touch for so long, she wasn't about to let this opportunity pass. And Emma wasn't protesting yet, which was a good sign. Her dark lustful eyes watched her, her actions as she scooped up more ice cream from the small container, teasingly bringing the spoon up to her mouth and sucking off some of the ice cream before she pressed it against one of her wife's breasts, causing her to slightly jump due to the cold.
Emma's jaw clenched at first, but not because of the touch, but the cold the spoon and ice cream created against her skin. And as she looked into Regina's eyes, all vanished. This room, their family and friends sleeping upstairs in their rooms. Everything. All that existed was her and the woman she loved. She watched Regina make a trail of ice cream around her nipple, already feeling it perked up, protesting against the cold. The trail continued over one of her round scars, past her ab muscles, ending right above the waistband of her red panties.
Her eyes closed but would soon keep watching as Regina's tongue cleaned and kissed up that very same trail. First starting against the scar on her breast, her tongue warm and soothing against it, her lips hungry to kiss away her pain that was caused to her as a child. To kiss away the haunting memory of the pain that cigarette bud could possibly have created against her skin.
Emma hissed at the feel of Regina's lips wrapped around her nipple, sucking, teasing and lightly grazing it with her teeth. God, she loved this woman, and she loved how easily she could turn her on. She never imagined getting past her forbidden zones with her would feel this freeing. Feel this carnal.
As for Regina, to be allowed to do this to Emma was a dream come true. She was taking full advantage of this moment. Ever since she met her, she always wondered what it would feel like to run her tongue over her wife's perfectly sculpted body, and now… that time has arrived. Happy to discover that she wasn't disappointed. Now she understood why Emma had so much fun with her when she spent the night with her in her old apartment and they had some fun with this very ice cream. The sweet taste of vanilla against Emma's skin was heaven. As her tongue trailed down, licking away against her wife's abs, her lips happily kissed away another trail of their own.
Her hands held onto her waist as she could feel Emma's body begin to respond to her moment of control. As her tongue cleaned up the last remaining ice cream, just above her waistband, her hands were already yanking down her underwear- happy to feel Emma's hips lift upward, helping her rid of them completely off of her as they pooled on the floor.
Emma's naked sight was always a fine sight to see for Regina. Her mouth quickly taking possession of her wife's happily aroused sex.
"Mmm…" Emma's hand cupped her wife's head, her head leaned back, her eyes closed to the hot and eager sensation of Regina's tongue against her clit. She watched her once she heard a low humming sound being produced out of Regina's throat, and what a sweet and erotic sound it was.
Emma always tasted heavenly to Regina. Nothing aroused her more than to see how quickly and how easily she could turn this beautiful woman on with just the movement of her tongue against her bare sex.
Regina was startled once Emma stood up, but a smirk formed against her lips as she felt her wife's hands firmly grasp her against her sides and picked her up to sit her on top of the table. She always did love that dark green, lustful look in her eye.
Emma's lips hungrily took possession of Regina's, her hands skillfully undid her bathrobe, allowing the hems to hang loosely against her beautiful body. She could hear her favorite sound in the world being produced from Regina's throat of low pleasurable moans as she kissed away at her throat, her breasts. Her thumb and forefinger taking possession, teasing her other bare nipple. She could taste herself off of her wife's mouth and it aroused her all the more.
"God, you drive me crazy," the blonde murmured against her wife's throat. And her sweet words never failed to make Regina smile.
Brown eyes met with lustful green ones as Emma abruptly pulled away.
"My turn." Emma whispered, taking a spoonful of ice cream before bringing her wife's leg up against her shoulder. She moved the spoon upward, starting from her ankle and ending just near her sex. She smirked as Regina slightly jumped as the cold made quick contact with her bare sex.
Regina's eyes closed to the feel of Emma's thin lips kissing their way up her leg, her thigh, her… oh.
"Ah!" Regina's hand cupped the back of Emma's head, her hand grabbing onto a fistful of her golden hair. Emma's tongue was so unbelievably skillful it never failed to make her scream.
"Gina," Emma whispered, looking up into her favorite pair of dark brown eyes.
"What?" Regina gasps, snapping in protest, wondering why in the hell did she stop her magic.
"Keep it down, you're going to wake up the whole house."
"I really don't care about the whole house." And she didn't. Not now.
Emma smirked, her lips and tongue continued their assault on her wife's aroused, right and soft flesh.
The next evening, once they landed back in New York. Emma and Regina found themselves back inside one of their SUV's on their way back home.
"How did you like your weekend?" Emma asks. Gold and Jones are up front.
"Good, thank you." Regina smiles, feeling shy all of a sudden.
"We can go back anytime you want. Take anyone you wish to take."
Regina's smile grows. "We should take my parents. I know my father would love to go fishing."
"That's a good idea."
"How was it for you?" Regina asks.
"Good," the blonde says after a moment. "Real good."
"You did seem very relaxed."
Emma shrugs. "I knew you were safe."
Regina frowns. "Emma, I'm safe most of the time. I"ve told you before, you'll give yourself a heart attack at forty if you keep up this level of anxiety. And I won't have that, I want to grow old and gray with you." She grasps her wife's hand.
Emma lifts her wife's hand up to her lips, she places a sweet kiss right on her knuckles. "How's your hand?"
"It's better, thank you."
She smiles. "Are you ready to face Zelena again?"
Oh. With their magical weekend, Regina had forgotten they were seeing Zelena this evening to go over final plans on their future home.
Regina rolls her eyes. "I may want to keep you out of the way, keep you safe." She smirks.
"Protecting me?" Emma laughs.
"As ever, Mrs. Swan. From all sexual predators."
Regina is staring out into the beautiful New York Skyline through their bedroom window. What a gorgeous view it is. Suddenly, she begins to feel the need to cry. Why? She wasn't sure. However, she was feeling rather nostalgic, as excited she was to look forward to their future home. She looked around the room, the sea painting above their bed. The same one she glanced at since the very first time she set foot in this room and lost her virginity to her wife. Emma. She surely has come a long way for her. They both have.
She remembers being overwhelmed by this very apartment, and now she feels overwhelmed by the size of their future mansion. It certainly held a lot of extra rooms, and once again she questions herself if Emma would want to include their playroom in that house, locked behind an even bigger door. Or would that remain completely gone, too? Emma has changed and left so much of herself behind for her, Regina couldn't help but wonder if her wife ever missed the lifestyle that she grew up seeing as normal. They hadn't been in that room for a while now, and as promised, Emma did get rid of everything Regina wasn't comfortable with.
"Everything okay?" Emma asks, entering their bedroom from brushing her teeth, looking gorgeous as always in her red underwear and tank top.
Regina nods, climbing into bed beside her wife. "I'm just not looking forward to going back to reality," she murmurs.
"No?"
Regina shakes her head, her hand caressing her wife's lovely face. "I truly had a wonderful weekend. Thank you."
Emma smiles softly. "You're my reality, Gina," she murmurs and leans in, placing a kiss on her wife's lips.
"Do you miss it?"
"Miss what?" She asks, perplexed.
"You know. The caning… and other stuff," Regina whispers. She had to know.
Emma stares at the brunette, her gaze impassive. "No, Regina, I don't." Her voice is steady and quiet. She caresses her wife's cheek with the back of her knuckles. "Dr. Hopper said something to me when you left, something that's stayed with me. He said I couldn't be that way if you weren't so inclined. It was a revelation." She stops and frowns. "For years I thought… I thought that what Mal was doing with me was normal. It's what I thought I wanted."
"And now you don't?" Regina asks.
Emma shakes her head. "I didn't know any other way, Gina. Now I do. It's been educational."
"Me, educate you?" Regina scoffs.
The blonde's eyes grow soft. "Do you miss it?" She asks.
"I don't want you to hurt me, but I like to play, Emma. You know that. If you wanted to do something…" The brunette shrugs, gazing into soft green eyes.
"Something?"
"You know, with a flogger, maybe…" Her cheeks turn red.
Emma's brow raises in surprise. "Well… we'll see. Right now, I'd like some good old-fashioned vanilla." Her thumb skims over her wife's bottom lip and she kisses her once more, pinning her body down against the mattress as their kiss deepens.
Early morning, Emma's work computer pings with a new email alert from no other than her wife. Her favorite type of emails to receive. Especially this early in the morning.
Mrs. Swan
I just wanted to tell you that I love you.
That is all.
Yours Always
R x
Regina Swan
Editor, New York Book Publishers
Emma smiles, quickly typing up her reply.
Mrs. Swan
What gratifying words to hear from one's wife (errant or not) on a Monday morning.
Let me assure you that I feel exactly the same way.
Sorry about the dinner this evening. I hope it won't be too tedious for you.
X
Emma Swan
CEO, Swan Enterprises Inc.
Oh yes. The American Shipbuilding Association dinner. Regina had almost forgotten. She will have to wear a nice dress, one to match her wife's. Emma really does take her to the most fascinating functions.
Dear Mrs. Swan
I am sure you can think of a way to spice up the dinner…
Yours in anticipation.
Mrs. S. x
Regina (non-errant) Swan
Editor, New York Book Publishers
Emma smirks.
Mrs. Swan
I have a few ideas…
X
Emma Swan
CEO, Swan Enterprises Inc. Now Impatient for the ASA Dinner, Inc.
All the muscles in Regina's belly clench. She deliciously wonders what her wife will come up with for that dinner. Kathryn knocks on her door, startling her away from her thoughts.
"Ready to go through your schedule for this week, Gina?" She asks with a bright smile.
"Sure. Sit." Regina smiles back, recovering from her equilibrium, and she minimizes her email window.
"I've had to move a couple of appointments. August Booth will be here next week and Dr. Belf-"
They are interrupted by Regina's ringing phone.
"I'm sorry, excuse me." Regina picks up the phone. "Regina Swan… Yes, of course." She hangs up. It's Hades asking to see her in his office. "Can we pick this up in twenty minutes?"
"Of course."
The next day, Regina receives an early morning email from her wife.
Mrs. Swan
Last night… Was fun.
Who would have thought that the ASA annual dinner could be so stimulating?
As ever, you never disappoint, Mrs. Swan.
I love you.
X
Emma Swan
In awe, CEO, Swan Enterprises Inc.
Regina can't help her smile, and her mind wanders to their dinner last night as she quickly replies.
Dear Mrs. Swan
I have missed the silver balls.
You never disappoint.
That is all.
Mrs. S. x
Regina Swan
Editor, New York Book Publishers
Yes, those silver balls Regina has grown to love so much. Oh how stimulating that dinner was, and with Emma's skillful fingers constantly teasing her under that table while everyone around them were completely oblivious about what was going on. Emma's hands… her mouth.
Kathryn taps on the door, startling her once again from her erotic thoughts of their previous evening.
"Come in."
"Gina, Hades's PA just called. He'd like you to attend a meeting this morning. It means I have to move some of your appointments again. Is that okay?"
Emma's tongue.
"Sure. Yes," She smiles, brushing off her stimulating thoughts of her and her wife, and Kathryn is out of her office, when suddenly a new email alert surprises her. It's from Emma.
Regina
For your information, Locksley has been refused bail and remanded in custody. He's charged with attempted kidnapping and arson. As yet no date has been set for the trail.
Emma Swan
CEO, Swan Enterprises Inc.
Regina quickly replies. Truthfully she has been so busy these past couple of days, she completely forgot all about Robin.
That's good news.
Does this mean you'll lighten up on security?
Gina x
Regina Swan
Editor, New York Book Publishers
Three minutes later.
No. Security will remain in place. No arguments.
Emma Swan
CEO, Swan Enterprises Inc.
Regina scowls at her wife's email.
Keep your hair on!
I was just asking (rolls eyes).
Stow that twitchy palm!
Gina x
Regina Swan
Editor, New York Book Publishers
Emma chuckles.
I can assure you, Mrs. Swan, that my hair is very firmly attached- has this not been demonstrated often enough by your good self?
My palm, however, is twitching.
I might do something about that tonight.
X
Emma Swan
Not bald yet CEO, Swan Enterprises Inc.
Regina smirks.
Promises, promises…
Now stop pestering me. I am trying to work; I have an impromptu meeting with an author. Now I will have to try not to be distracted by thoughts of you during the meeting.
R x
Regina Swan
Editor, New York Book Publishers
Their weekend goes even better. Regina finds herself at work during a new week, a beaming smile to her face, thinking about their weekend together sailing, soaring and being spanked. She decides to send an email to her wife.
Wife
You sure know how to show a girl a good time.
I shall of course be expecting this kind of treatment every weekend.
You are spoiling me. I love it.
Your wife
Xox
Regina Swan
Editor, New York Book Publishers
Emma's pen stops scratching against the papers, her eyes look up at her new email alert and her lips stretch out in a smile.
My life's mission… Is to spoil you, Mrs. Swan.
And keep you safe because I love you.
Emma Swan
Smitten CEO, Swan Enterprises Inc.
Regina's heart flutters inside her chest. Could Emma be any more romantic?
And my life's mission… Is to let you- because I love you, too.
Now stop being so sappy.
You are making me cry.
Regina Swan
Editor, New York Book Publishers
Yes, this past week and weekend were a dream to Regina. Emma has been in such a great mood, she hopes it never changes. And she herself has been feeling in such great moods, well… sometimes off, but maybe it's because her birthday was five days away. Regina would officially be thirty, while Emma is still twenty-eight. Kathryn taps lightly on her door.
"Come in."
"Hi, Gina," says Kathryn. "There's a Cora Mills on the line for you. She says it's personal."
Mom? Regina's brow furrows. Why would her mother be calling her at this time?
"My mother?" She quickly picks up the line. "Mother? What on earth are you doing here? What's wrong?"
"Oh Gina, sweetheart!" Cora wipes away her fallen tears, her voice shaking. "Regina…"
"What is it? What's happened? Is it daddy?"
"Your father has been in an accident. He's in the hospital. You'd better get here quick."
Oh no! Regina's eyes water.