Tuesday. Finally. Tuesday means a little time out of this town with Emma. It's become an almost weekly ritual. She has Charming cover the sheriff's office and my assistant thinks I have a weekly meeting elsewhere. Henry often stays with a friend.
We found a hotel a short distance from Storybrooke, in the direction of Boston. There's not much else around, but nevertheless, it always seems to be full of people. It has a variety of bars and restaurants to choose from and the rooms are more than adequate. It certainly surpasses a room at Granny's.
12.34. I look at my phone. Nothing from Emma to say she's free yet. I hope she doesn't get caught up with work again this week. Nearly time to leave. I finish the last of my paperwork that can't wait until tomorrow, and tell my assistant I'm leaving for the day, instructing her not to forward any calls. They will have to wait until the morning. This afternoon? This afternoon is about Emma.
I get into my car just as my cell beeps. I can't stop a smile spreading across my face as I read the message:
In my bug and about to leave, can't wait to see you, baby. Wear the red dress and let's find each other in our booth.
I start typing to tell her I'm about to leave as well when another message comes through:
P.s. Wear ONLY the red dress, I want you naked underneath it.
She can't be serious, she can't expect me to walk into the hotel without any underwear on. I text her back:
I don't think so, Miss Swan. See you soon.
I slide my cell back into my purse and start the ignition, beginning the journey to the hotel. It's a little over an hour away, but that last hour before meeting her each Tuesday feels like a lifetime. A few hundred yards from the town line, my cell beeps again so I pull over.
You know you want to. Red dress, nothing else. I'll do whatever you request next week.
I laugh to myself, we both know she does whatever I request anyway. The red dress is shorter than any I own, and I am not in the habit of wandering around half-naked. But I suppose no one knows us at the hotel. We're not the mayor and the sheriff. The Evil Queen and the Saviour. We're just two strangers, who no one pays any attention to; they're too busy with their own lives to worry about us.
I message back:
Fine, Miss Swan. Red dress, nothing else. You better make it worth it.
I know she will. With a flick of my hand, I'm wearing the red dress. Only the red dress. I pull off and drive across the town line, into the land without magic, shifting in my seat uncomfortably, aware of just how naked I am under the thin red fabric.
Arriving at the hotel, I find a parking spot and look around for Emma. There's a sea of people in business suits milling around under the trees, no doubt here for the hotel's conference rooms. A few yards from them, a group of hikers head for the nearby trails. Another few yards over, I spot Emma's bug; she must be inside.
I check my hair and lipstick in the visor's mirror before taking a deep breath. Opening the car door I swing my legs out, making sure they stay glued to each other. I can feel how slick I am already. I need Emma as much as the air I breathe. Maybe more.
I pause by the car for a second. My hands reach halfway down my thighs to find the hem of my dress and I try to pull it down, but the fabric sits snugly against me and there's not much to pull down. It fits like a glove and I'm sure it must be obvious I'm missing any kind of underwear.
What the hell, here we go I guess. Besides, it's not that far to the cocktail bar where our booth is, and Emma is already in there. Waiting.
I walk up the steps from the parking lot to the hotel entrance. I can feel wetness seeping down my thighs with every step. The warm air feels somewhat cooler as it hits my exposed folds. When I waxed so I was completely naked down there, I didn't expect to actually be completely naked down there. There is absolutely nothing between my slick wet folds and the breeze that blows by.
I head past the large oak reception desk; Emma will already have checked us in as she arrived first, and to the right where the cocktail bar is. As I walk in, I'm thankful for the dimmer lighting. Small round high top tables are scattered across the main floor of the bar.
Towards the back are a handful of circular booths. The seating is upholstered in a jet black crushed velvet, reaching a little above head level once seated. It wraps most of the way around the table in its centre, leaving just enough room to slide in and out of the seating.
At the booth we normally sit at, I see a waitress deliver two apple cider martinis. I know Emma must be sitting there, waiting for me. I hurry over, aware of how my dress rides up a little higher with every step I take.
Sure enough, she's sat there, looking even more delicious than I recall. Simple black trousers and a crisp white shirt. It clings to her in all the right places. She's unbuttoned it just low enough to make my eyes linger longer than is polite. Her suit jacket lies on the seat next to her.
I slide into the booth and she scoots closer to me, our thighs against each other. My heart races and my face flushes as I feel a fresh flood of desire, reminding me of how exposed I am. I'm grateful for the relative privacy of the booth.
I carefully swing my left leg over the other, crossing them at the knees, in a pointless attempt to preserve my modesty. As I squeeze my legs together I become painfully aware of just how sensitive I am.
We turn to each other. I take her in. The long blonde hair that cascades down over her shoulders. The smile spreading across her face. The mischievous look twinkling in her gorgeous green eyes. Our lips quickly find each other. Small moans escape and I forget where I am as our tongues delve into each other's mouths.
Our kisses quickly become heated, hungry for each other. Her hand runs up my front, resting on my breast. I feel my nipples stiffen instantly at her touch, straining against the fabric that stands between me and feeling her hands on my bare skin.
We come up for air. Remembering where we are, my cheeks flush a little. I hope it's not noticeable in the low lighting. I squirm in my seat, feeling my wetness continuing to spread itself over my thighs, nothing in the way to prevent its escape.
Her eyes look as wild as I feel. Wide and I'm sure a shade darker than just a moment ago. It's like magic is coursing through her, but there's no magic in these lands. We should have gone straight to the room. But at the same time, in some ways, this is just as exciting. Sitting here, needing her, knowing I'll have her eventually. Seeing the desperation in her eyes, in her breathing. The anticipation. She needs me too.
I pick up my drink to take a sip. The sweet spiciness of it rolls over my tongue and warms my throat as I swallow. A few sips more and all of me feels a warm glow. We talk a little. I feel her fingers dance along my shoulders. My dress is strapless and sits off of my shoulders, leaving them open to her touch. I revel in feeling her fingers meet my exposed skin. She knows just what she's doing. Tormenting me, driving me insane.
The waitress delivers us more drinks and I sip, I feel relaxed, despite my desperation and even despite how exposed I feel. Emma turns to me, her leg still pressed against mine. Her fingers run lightly up and down my thigh. She whispers in my ear, asking me if I'm really naked under the dress. Her warm breath sends a shiver through me. I tell her I am. Her eyes light up like it's Christmas morning.
She brings her mouth to mine, her lips barely grazing mine at first, kissing me slowly, teasing me. Her hand rests on my crossed knees for a second before she edges them apart. I breathe heavily into her as her tongue flicks against my own. I can't get enough of her. I want to devour her. Right here. Right now.
My legs tingle as her hands grab at them, massaging almost. I shift in my seat. A monsoon makes its way down my inner thighs, as she runs her long fingers upwards until she reaches the hem of my dress.
Untucking the back of her shirt I work my hand up under, digging my nails into her smooth flesh. She moans into my mouth and kisses me a little more frantically. A single finger dances along the material that sits over my legs, running side to side, before she eventually edges her hand underneath.
Her hot breath sends another shiver down my spine, as she whispers in my ear again, "open your legs for me, baby." Her voice is slow, deliberate, tormenting me in the most delicious way.
Can I really let her fuck me here? I tell her we should go up to the room. Her hand grabs my thigh, her thumb rubbing back and forth down the centre. I'm sure she must be able to feel what she's done to me, as it seeps further and further.
The point of her tongue runs up the edge of my ear. My fingers dig into her back again as she nuzzles into my neck, kissing me, sucking my flesh into her mouth. She hovers by my ear again, her voice husky and desperate, "open your legs, baby." Her tongue flicks at my ear again. "I want you, I want to feel how wet you are." She sucks my earlobe into her mouth for a second. "I want to make you come, right here, then I'm going to take you up to the room and lick you until you come again."
The martinis have left me feeling a little more emboldened than when I first arrived, so I spread my legs to let her in. At this point, I'm powerless to say no. She pushes my dress further up my thighs, giving us more leeway, as I silently hope no one disturbs us.
Two fingers slide themselves easily between my open folds, she's instantly covered in my desire for her. I move my hips forward in the seat to give her better access, making my dress rise up even more.
Her fingers run up and down the length of my folds as she continues whispering in my ear, "you're so deliciously wet, baby. I can't wait to slide my fingers into your cunt." Two fingers press against my aching entrance. "I can't wait to take you upstairs and taste you, to feel you come in my mouth."
I hold on to her, pulling her closer. My chest rises and falls rapidly, my whole body needs her. Suddenly she gives in to my needs and she's inside of me. Oh god. I want to scream at how good she feels but I have to be quiet. I bury my face against her neck and bite my lip. I'm not sure the music that's playing is even loud enough to cover the noise of my breathing right now, let alone anything else.
My cunt grabs ahold of her, pulling her in. I open my legs more, inviting her deeper into me. She moves in and out of me, slow at first, but she gets faster as my hips move to meet her hand. Oh god. I'm really going to come. Right here. In the corner of the cocktail bar. I hope again that no one interrupts us. Not even because I care about getting caught anymore. But I really don't want her to stop.
She pulls her fingers out of me, but this time she doesn't thrust them back in, I'm left empty and desperate. Before I can protest, she's drawn her fingers up the length of me and she's resting on my clit. My swollen, throbbing clit. I let out a loud moan. Shit. I bite my lip harder. It won't take much for her to make me come now. I'm right on the edge. My whole body moves with every breath I take.
The tips of two fingers rub circles around my clit, applying more and more pressure. I'm so close, but I know she's being deliberate in her speed, keeping me on the edge a little longer. "Please," I beg into her ear. A few more carefully measured strokes and then she speeds up the fraction that she knows I need.
I have to be quiet I try to remind myself. And with that thought, I come undone. I bury my face into her. One hand grabs at her back while my other grabs the edge of the seat. Her arm is around me, pulling me close. As best as she can with us being sat next to each other in a cocktail bar.
As I ride out the wave rolling through my body, she finds my lips with hers. We devour each other, hungry and frantic for one another. I start to come down and she removes her hand. I can't believe I just let her do that to me. Here. In public. But I can't say it didn't add an extra thrill to things.
As she wipes me off of her hand with a napkin, she tells me she's going to go pay the bill so we can go up to the room. I pull down my dress and will my legs to work, as she slides around to the other side of the booth so she can get out.
She goes to slide the key card into the hotel room door, but in her hastiness, she drops it. We can't get into the room fast enough. I can see the urgency in her actions. Hurried. Like she's running from something. Or to something I suppose.
Finally the door opens and we're in. I close it behind us and in the same movement, she's pushing me against the door. Kissing me. As hungry for me as I am for her. She bites my lip and I moan. Her hands are all over me, grabbing at me with the same urgency that she was trying to get into the room.
I start undoing the buttons on her shirt. But there's so many. I realise it'll easily go over her head. I grab the bottom, untucking the front and pulling it upwards. We break our kiss. She kicks off her boots. I throw the shirt to the floor and pull her close again.
Warm wet kisses run down my neck, over my collarbone and down to where the edge of my dress gives way to my breasts. She kisses along it before pulling the cups of my dress down to sit under my breasts. I undo the button to her trousers, then the zip. I slide them down her hips and they fall to the floor. She steps out of them, kicking them to the side as she takes my nipple in her mouth. Her fingers tease the other.
She moves back up to kiss me. Wrapping her arms around me, she pulls me away from the door, moving me further into the room. But not to the bed. I glance around as we kiss. She turns us so she can press me against another door. The bathroom or a closet perhaps. The rooms all vary slightly. Her body presses against mine, pinning me to the door. The coolness of the wood presses against my warm, flushed body.
Her hands find my wrists and she pins them against the door too. Either side of my head. A fresh monsoon flows from me, flooding my thighs. In between kisses, she instructs me; "no touching, your hands are to stay right here." She presses them against the door.
She obviously planned this; there are cuffs hanging down over the door. As she buckles them around my wrists, her eyes meet mine. "Are we clear?"
I answer her eagerly as I wrap my hands around the straps that run from the cuffs up over the top of the door. "Yes, Miss Swan, we're clear."
Her hands run up my thighs as she reminds me that I know my safeword if I need it. Neither of us ever have, but we always know we can. Her hands grab the hem of my dress and she pulls it up. It sits ruffled around my waist. I somehow feel more naked than if I actually were naked. The way the material sits around my middle, under my breasts, somehow just serves as a reminder of how exposed I am. But that's ok. I don't mind being exposed to her.
I groan as her fingers tease my nipples again, they stiffen quickly once more under her touch. Her lips brush roughly against mine, her tongue invades my mouth. But it's a welcome invasion. Her leg pushes between mine, spreading my knees apart. I go to wrap my arms around her and I'm reminded of my restraints. I'm hers. To do as she pleases.
She falls to her knees. Her eyes stare up at me from below her lashes. Mischievous. Hungry. Lustful. I can see the sinful thoughts running through her mind. I feel her hands on my hips, nails digging in, as she kisses and licks along the bottom of my stomach.
My back arches against the door. I moan as her mouth moves to my naked mound. She plants a few lingering kisses. When she reaches just above my clit, she stops. I groan. I'm ready to explode again. I ache for her.
She lifts my right leg over her shoulder, kissing up my thigh, nibbling, sucking, teasing. Licking clean the desire that's seeped down. I tighten my hands around the straps holding me up. I look down as finally she licks lightly up the length of me, my desire gathering on her tongue. My hips instinctively move towards her, I need more. I beg her, "please, Emma." I've had enough teasing.
Heat floods my body as I feel her tongue slip between my lips, running from my entrance up to my aching bundle of nerves. She's never felt so good. Her hand reaches up and plays with stiffened nipples for a moment. She tells me how good I taste.
A loud groan escapes my lips as her tongue dips into my cunt. Oh god, I'm so close to coming again. She dips in and out, teasing me. She feels like heaven. I beg her to fuck me. Her tongue moves up to my clit and I jerk, still sensitive from my last orgasm. Suddenly her fingers are inside of me. Oh god. I'm not sure how I'll stay standing.
Her tongue flicks back and forth over my clit. She adds a third finger inside of me and I moan at how good she feels. She fucks me, fast but deliberate thrusts in and out of me, filling me, like we were made for each other. I clench around her, losing myself. As I start to come, she goes from flicking my clit to gently sucking me into her mouth and it tips me over the edge.
My hips buck towards her but I try to keep myself pressed against the door to keep myself up. She holds onto me tightly with her free hand, holding my thigh over her shoulder. Pressing me against the door. Holding me up.
I start to come down and every muscle in my body begins to relax again. I moan at the loss of her fingers inside me. She moves my leg off of her and stands up, pressing against me, she kisses me. I taste myself on her.
She unbuckles the cuffs and I wrap my arms around her. We carry on kissing. I have to have her. I unclasp her bra and pull it down her arms, discarding it, before unzipping my dress and letting it fall. I don't think my legs will make it to the bed, so I pull her to the floor, right there.
She lays down on her back and I quickly draw her lace panties down her long athletic legs. She's finally naked. I admire her muscular body as I straddle her, grinding against her. I lean forwards, taking her lips against mine. I feel her hands on my back, pulling me to her. My mouth moves down her body, I take each nipple into my mouth in turn, feeling them turn into stiff peaks under my tongue. I revel in the delicious noises it elicits from her.
Moving to kneel between her legs, I kiss down her toned stomach. She writhes below my touch, moaning, asking for more. I lie between her legs, taking in the divine sight in front of me. I breathe in her sweet musky scent as my eyes admire her glistening pussy. I could live here. I want to tease her and take my time, but more than that, right now, I just want to take her.
My fingers run over neatly trimmed curls. I let my tongue delve between her lips. She's so wet, so ready for me. I feel her swollen clit under my tongue and hover there for a second. I can tease her a little. I run my tongue back and forth and feel her press up against me, moaning.
I kiss and lick my way down to her entrance, my tongue dips in and out a few times. I quickly replace it with my fingers. She feels divine, wrapped around me, as I fuck her. My tongue goes back to work on her clit, nibbling and sucking. It's not long and I feel her body tense. I fuck her harder as she rides the wave of her release.
Once her body goes limp, I straddle her again, leaning to kiss her. I can still taste myself on her, as I'm sure she can taste herself on my lips. We grind against each other, our desire mingling. I know neither of us is anywhere near being done. No matter how much I have of her, I always want more. It's never enough.
We're both starving, neither of us has eaten since breakfast. She suggests we go and have a quick dinner downstairs, before coming back to the room. I'm loathed to peel my body away from hers, but dinner sounds like a necessary evil. I plan on us needing our energy. We stand to dress. I look at the clock and smile to myself. Not even 6pm. We still have a good 12 hours before we have to leave for Storybrooke. Who needs sleep anyway.