A/N: This is a story that will be based on the film Life As We Know It. It's SQ (of course!) and I will be updating this one as much as possible as well as my newest story Forbidden Temptations. Ya'll know me. Once I get an idea in my head, I have to write and share it with you all because, well I love doing just that and warming each and every one of your hearts with something new. :) I hope you all like the idea of this story. It will include my own scenes as well as dialogue that will fit our leading ladies better. Happy reading and as always, thank you for your support!
This was absurd. Regina should have never agreed to Mary Margaret's meddling in setting her up on a date with one of her's and David's mutual friends.
First of all, Regina hated when people meddle in her life. Especially her personal love-life.
Not that she had had one to begin with. She didn't.
Regina hasn't had, not even a smudge of a love-life for a very long time. So long, she can't even seem to recall when was the last time she went on a date with a nice, elegant, sophisticated- and above all- intelligent woman.
Secondly, Regina detested the thought of being paired up on a blind date without even knowing who the person was first.
And yet, here she was. Putting on a touch of mascara, followed by her favorite lipstick before spraying a few dabs of her favorite perfume. Her dress of choice tonight being, an all black, tight dress with spaghetti straps and a V-line that exposed her cleavage just to the right amount. Her pearl necklace matched the sparkle in her loop silver earrings, along with the sparkle of the diamonds that coated her watch.
If you asked Regina, she would tell you she looked absolutely stunning.
Regina always thrived on being a perfectionist. And as said perfectionist, she liked that whoever had accepted to take her out on a date tonight, would have the decency to be on time.
Glancing down at her watch, she checked the time and sighed in annoyance and with a roll of her eyes. Late. How predictable.
Maybe this was a sign that she shouldn't be going on this date.
Perhaps it would end up being a total disaster, and nothing good would come of it.
She wasn't exactly the luckiest woman on the face of the planet when it came to dates either after all.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she raked her long fingers with her perfectly manicured nails across her jet black hair and fixed it for the ninth time. Her attention was then caught by her cell phone vibrating and dancing along her nightstand.
Regina quickly rushed over to reach for it, but glanced down at the caller ID before answering. Mary Margaret. With a roll of her eyes, she is quick to pick up, and before she can even greet her friend on the other end of the phone, Mary Margaret is already ten steps ahead of her by bursting out in conversation first.
"How's it going? Isn't she everything I said she would be?" Mary Margaret's grin could practically be heard over the phone.
"I wouldn't know, since she is-" Regina brings up her wrist to glance down at the time on her watch again. "An hour late. So far, she's not punctual." Her teeth grind inside of her mouth.
"Give her a chance, Regina. Don't be so quick to judge by a person's punctuality."
"Punctuality is important in a person, Mary Margaret. If she's not punctual, then how can I trust she's an honest person? This girl could be a pathological liar. She could be out murdering someone right now as we speak, and she'll lie perfectly about it." Regina made her way out of her bedroom, through her small hallway and into her living room.
To say she was nervous regarding this date would be the understatement of the year.
She was a wreck.
"Okay- deep breath." There was a pause for dramatic effect. Mary Margaret was like that. "Now, count to ten. Are you counting?" She asks after a beat.
"Yes," Regina rolls her eyes as she straight up lies. She only got to five in her head.
"You will be fine, and I promise you, you'll really like her. This girl is exactly your type. And she's blonde." Another grin could be heard judging from the sound of Mary Margaret's voice.
"I don't care what color her hair is." Another lie. Regina's favorite physical trait in a woman- next to the color of her eyes- was if she was the proud owner of a beautifully full, and healthy head of blonde hair.
"You do so care!"
"Remind me again how you know her?" Asked Regina, placing a hand on her hip.
"She works with David, they've been work buddies for years."
In other words she was getting set up with a Sports enthusiast. Could have been worse.
"Trust me, you are going to love her. Her name's Emma. And you never know… She may be the one."
The one. Regina rolled her eyes, unable to help herself because she didn't believe that there was such a thing.
Once upon a time ago, she thought she had found one that turned out not to be the one.
Emma walked along the sidewalk just outside of Regina's apartment complex. She dug her hand inside of her jacket pocket, unfolding a pale pink piece of paper to check the address she had written on it.
108 Mifflin St.
This was the place David had described to her. Tall gray building with a black bar gate and various sets of green hedges along the front. 'You can't miss it.' He had told her.
She checks her watch for the time and curses at herself under her breath seeing that she was an hour late.
Then she thought that surely, whoever this woman was that she was being set up with tonight, would be sensible enough to understand when an idiot at work spilled coffee on her shirt and she had to rush home and change to a more cleaner and presentable shirt. And if that wasn't enough, the piece of paper David had first given her with the woman's address on it had been ruined and stained with a brown stain of that spilled coffee, leaving her no choice but to constantly keep calling David until he answered to provide her with the address again.
Only one way to find out. Emma thought to herself with a huffed out breath as she walked right up the pathway, pulled open the gate as she walked through it, but not before adjusting her red leather jacket and combing through her long blonde hair first.
Lastly, upon standing in front of the only door with the numbers 108 hanging outside the door in gold bright metal, Emma adjusted the collar of her jacket as a way to calm her nerves, followed by the white collar of her white buttoned up shirt.
Her hand rolled into a fist as she brought her knuckles up to knock on the door. Her heart began to accelerate inside of her chest like a tribal drum.
Emma was no stranger to going on dates. She's been on plenty of dates. The five fingers she had on her hand weren't enough to count them all down.
If you asked Emma, she would tell you that her dating life was as active as her sex life.
It saw action three to four times a week.
And when David wanted to give out her number to whoever she was being set up with on a date tonight, Emma had quickly refused.
She went by her own policy. And she's stuck to it for years. Emma never gave out her number unless all the girl wanted was to simply contact her to fool around.
It wasn't that she didn't believe in that spark one feels when meeting your one true love. She did. And she would love to feel it again, but what was wrong with having a little fun while true love took its time in deciding when it was going to come knocking at her door?
Emma didn't see the harm.
"Looks like she's finally here. I have to go." Regina hung up the call before Mary Margaret could say anymore upon hearing a knock right outside her door. She undid the chain at the top of her door first, followed by the lock, then the other.
Upon hearing the clicks of the locks sound from inside the apartment, Emma straightened up, shoulders back to keep them from slouching and quickly combed her hands through her hair once again.
Regina yanked on her door with a grunt, hearing it give a loud thud as it finally decided to part. Damn door. It always became stuck on her. Her cheeks grew hot as her eyes landed right on Emma, who's eyes quickly glanced up at the trembling door of the woman's apartment.
"Hi." Emma breathed out with a pearly-white smile. Her eyes took in the gorgeous appearance of the brunette standing before her. Her heart accelerating even further, it threatened to rip out of her chest.
Was that feeling the spark that everyone talked about upon finding true love?
Then again, it was Emma knocking on this woman's door, not the other way around.
But there was definitely some type of spark on her end.
Regina's eyes locked right into Emma's green orbs. They seemed gentle, and her smile oozed charisma. She wore a nice pair of dress up pants, followed by a nice crisp white shirt that Regina would approve of if it wasn't for that hideous red leather jacket that threw her charming look right out the window.
Okay, maybe that wasn't entirely true. After all, Regina could be the first to admit to herself that she was already charmed by the green color in her eyes, her smile and the golden glow of her long blonde hair.
"Wow. I'm-"
"Late." Regina spat, blinking a few times as if to wind up the kind smile that erupted from her ruby red lips. "You're late."
"-I… Was going to say I'm glad I decided not to cancel at the last minute." Hm. Maybe that spark she felt was something else? A tad of nausea? Clearing her throat, Emma shook her head, erasing the bitchy thought from her mind and deciding to start over by holding out her hand. "Hi. I'm Emma. Swan- Emma Swan."
As upset as Regina was with the girl for arriving an hour late, she couldn't refuse to shake her hand. Emma was quite beautiful, and Regina had definitely felt some type of spark upon meeting her. "Regina Mills. It's nice to meet you, Ms. Swan."
"Just Emma." When it came to shaking Regina's hand, Emma couldn't help but keep her eyes locked on Regina's chocolate orbs that soon became her favorite.
"Well, Just Emma. You were supposed to be here an hour ago."
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that." Emma scratched her head, her cheeks a shade of pink. "I was stuck at work, so I had to change there, and this asshole decided, 'hey, let's spill coffee on you.' Leaving me no choice but to speed home to change before our date. I had to call David so he could provide me with your address again, given that it was ruined thanks to the coffee drinking asshole." At the end of her nervous rant, Emma gave her best apologetic smile.
Regina hated to admit it to herself, but she actually found the blonde's ranting a little too endearing.
Not something she would be confessing to Emma.
"But, I'm here now, and obviously starving, which I can imagine you are, too, so…" Emma breathed out a chuckle, stepping aside as she motioned to the pavement trail ahead. "Shall we?"
What the hell. Regina released a soft sigh and nodded, "Sure." She hoped she didn't sound too deflated at the idea of this date.
"Unless…" Emma spoke. "Unless you don't want to. I mean, we don't have to do this."
She hoped wrong. She must have sounded deflated, unless Emma was backing out now. "Do you not want to do this?" A perfect brow lifted off Regina's right eye, causing the blonde's heart to stop on the spot.
"Well…" Emma breathed, tucking her hands inside of her jacket pockets while she fidgeted on the balls of her feet. "We're already dressed, and our friends did go through all this trouble to set us up, I'd say the last thing we want is to disappoint them."
"All excellent points, Emma." The brunette gave a curt nod, exiting her apartment and shutting the door behind her. "Your car or mine?"
"Uh, mine. We can take mine." Emma led the way, walking side by side with the brunette until they reached the front of the apartment complex. And during that quiet, smile flashing walk, Emma's eyes seemed to have a mind of their own upon not being able to help themselves to glance every now and again directly toward Regina's curves.
She was never one to look away from a beautiful woman.
However that might be, Emma couldn't explain why after going on so many dates, she was a nervous wreck when it came to this one.
A crease formed in between Regina's brow because the only vehicle she could see parked just outside of her apartment complex was her black Mercedes. She looked around, spotting Emma crossing the street.
"Where's your car?" Asked the brunette.
"Right here." Emma stepped away from the parking spot across the street, revealing a yellow Harley Davidson motorcycle. She grinned proudly at it, because who didn't feel cool driving a bike?
Regina however, was not impressed. Just like the frown on her brow, an even deeper frown formed along her lips, drawing them in a thin line. "Oh." Was the only choked sound that was able to escape her throat.
It wasn't that she hated bikes. She didn't. But, did she think they were dangerous and positively in the high percentile of causing road accidents every day? Absolutely. Yes.
"What?" It was Emma's turn to frown.
"On second thought," Regina pursed her lips with her feet rooted to the ground across the street. "Maybe we should take my car. I'll drive."
The blonde turned to glance down at her bike and she could swear she saw a frown on it as well before turning back to look over at Regina. "Why? What's wrong with taking my bike?"
"No, nothing, it's just…" Regina's eyes glanced down at her dress, finding it to be the perfect excuse. "My dress. It's not exactly the right choice to mount a bike, is it?" She flashes her best apologetic smile while lifting up her left leg, giving Emma awesome access to an olive-toned thigh that the blonde was willing to bet was extremely soft to the touch.
Tossing her horny thoughts aside for a moment, Emma's frown deepened as she scratched at her head again, chewing on her bottom lip, because Regina was right. She hadn't thought about how tough it could be to mount a bike in a dress that tight to her thighs.
"Shit," she muttered, once again chewing on her bottom lip. "Um, okay. No problem. We'll just- yeah- we'll take your car."
Regina felt free to smile, giving her thanks to the blonde as she quickly fished through her purse for her keys that jingled on their way out. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she walked over to her car, unlocking both doors to give Emma access to the passenger seat.
The leather seat below Emma purred, and purred some more as she reached over for her seat belt.
Regina clearly liked nice things. What woman didn't? Hence Emma's motorcycle.
"It's a nice car." Said Emma, shifting in her seat as it was a tad uncomfortable. Her knees touched the glove compartment, and it prevented her from stretching out her long legs to a more comfortable position. "It's a bit small, though."
Regina frowned. "Well, you have to pull the seat back." She resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
Emma chuckled nervously as she reached underneath her seat to the best of her abilities within the very little space she had available to her. She reached down until her fingers touched the cold familiar handle that one has to pull on to adjust any car seat to your liking.
"Better?" Regina asked upon seeing the seat slide back.
"Better," Emma nods. "Thank you."
Sliding her key in the ignition, Regina starts the engine, her hand rests on the steering wheel as she glances over at Emma again. "So, what restaurant are we going to? I assume you made reservations."
"Oh," Shit. "No. No reservation. I just wing it mostly."
"I'm sorry, 'wing it?'" Regina's blinks.
"Yeah, you know- I figured that way you can decide where you want to go, so we could go somewhere you like." Emma rubbed her palms along her thighs as they had unexpectedly turned sweaty. "I- I don't really care where we go tonight, anywhere is good for me, so. Unless… You have a place in mind?"
"Not really," Regina shrugs. "I figured you would have made a reservation. I mean, any sensible person makes a reservation." She chuckles.
"Well, I'm sorry, but," Emma blinks. "I thought I was being sensible enough to allow you to choose where you wanted to go tonight. I mean, does it really matter where we go?"
Before Regina could answer that question with a bark of her own, she glanced down at the blonde's jacket as her cell phone blasted from somewhere inside a pocket with its ringtone of Me So Horny.
Emma sat so still as moaning, followed by the repetitive words of 'ah- so horny, me so horny' rang inside of her pocket. Her breathing stopped to the point that her cheeks became a little flushed. She really had to remember to shut off her ringtone when going on dates. "Sorry," she murmured, fishing for her phone before looking down at the caller ID. Her eyes turned to Regina, "Sorry, I'm just gonna-" she points to her cell. "I'll be quick."
"Don't mind me." Regina lifted her hands, looking out her window as a form to give Emma a little privacy during her call. Whoever had the morbid privilege to have gained themselves that ringtone, Regina assumed the call must be important.
"Hey, Mon. I can't talk now." Green eyes turn to stare at Regina, seeing only the back of her head.
'Mon,' Regina mouths along to herself, rolling her eyes, because of course a woman was calling her in the middle of what was supposed to be their date, which they were already two hours late for.
"Oh, really? Could you, uh, maybe send me a picture of that?" The corner to Emma's mouth tilted into a smirk.
Regina could practically see the blonde's eyes darkening, it makes her scoff rather loudly and she was glad to see Emma's smirk wipe off her stupid face upon seeing the displeased look on hers.
"Look, uh, let me call you later. Later, okay? Yeah. Bye." Emma ended the call, throwing Regina an apologetic look as she tucks her phone away. "Sick friend." She chuckles.
"Yes," Regina replies with a hum. "She sounded very sick, I'm sure."
"Sorry, I'll turn off my phone, that way there'll be no more interruptions-" As Emma is reaching for her phone, Regina interjects, this time with aggravation coating her voice.
"You know what? I don't think we should carry on with this date tonight. Or any night, for that matter."
Emma's lips thin out into a frown. "Why?" She points to her phone upon seeing Regina's eyes glare right at it. "I told you it's a sick friend."
"Call me crazy, Emma, but now I really am starting to think that you are a real piece of work." Regina glares right into the blonde's soul. "The next girl you plan a date with, be sure not to answer your phone and sit in her car to talk to a booty call."
"It's not-" Emma rolls her eyes as she sighs. "Okay, we flirt, but she isn't a booty call. She's a friend, who happens to be sick." She grows aggravated herself upon hearing a chuckle from the brunette. "And anyway, why would I lie to you? We hardly know each other here."
"And that's exactly why you could lie to me. And I happen to know that people who start with lies, usually end up being terrible dates."
"Oh, really? And you know this from experience?" Emma's brow quirks, her body twists so that she is facing the brunette. "Well, I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news here, Regina, but if your dates have all lied to you, you really have to start wondering why that is."
That was Regina's last straw. "Get the hell out of my car." She seethed through clenched teeth. Her jaw tightening.
"Fine," Emma is quick to do just that. She would be crazy to accept going on this date after being attacked. She had been attacked ever since she had arrived by Regina. "I knew this date was a terrible idea, anyway."
"Finally something we can agree on." Regina stands by the driver's side door with her hands placed on her hips. "Have fun with your sick friend." Upon saying the word 'sick,' Regina lifted her hands up in the air and did an air quote motion with her fingers as Emma crossed the street to reach her bike.
"Yeah, she'll be a lot more fun than you!" Emma didn't shout, but her voice carried well enough for Regina to hear. Mounting her bike and placing her helmet on, Emma started the ignition before Regina could say another word.
Regina groaned, fishing for her phone out of her purse while walking up to her apartment. Her thumb scrolled through her last call and redialed.
"Hey! That was fast! How'd it go?" Mary Margaret's too cheery voice answered.
"Let this be the last time you try to set me up with a mutual friend!" Regina bit through her end of the phone, looking over her shoulder at Emma as she raced away on her bike.
"What happened? I really thought you two would hit it off."
"Oh, we hit it off, alright." She rolled her eyes. "She was a real charmer. If you really want to make it up to me, just make sure I never see her again."
