After they had showered and Regina had borrowed some of Emma's clothes, yoga pants and a hoodie, they made their way to the wet bar in the lounge.
"What do you fancy?" The blonde asks, not sure what the brunettes cocktail preference is.
"Urm..." She's never had a cocktail before so she didn't know how to answer. She knew names of cocktails, but what if she picked one she didn't like or maybe Emma would think her choice was stupid. "Anything you want." She stated with her usual fake confidence.
Emma could sense there was more behind that sentence but she wasn't going to start interrogating the woman. "Okay, let's start with my favourite and see how you like it. I'll need to grab a few things from the kitchen, make yourself comfortable."
The brunette takes a seat on one of the cream couches and adjusts the cushion behind her back until she's comfortable. Looking around the room that she has been in many times before, she notices that the room is quite impersonal, almost clinical. There are no pictures of friends or family and nothing is out of place, almost as if it never gets used.
"Here we go." The blonde announces as she walks in holding a tray of items. "It's Mojito time." She says with a wiggle of her eyebrows and a cheeky smile. Regina gets up and watches Emma as she sets about making the drinks, she tries to memorize each step so that she could make one for Emma, without making a fool of herself, if the blonde so wished. The taller woman poured some sugar syrup in a highball glass, followed by a squeeze of lime and then a few leaves of mint (Regina realized it was mint when she picked up a sprig of it and inhaled the scent), Emma then picked up a wooden pestle and crushed the mint leaves into the liquid at the bottom of the glass before adding a few cubes of ice, a glug of white rum and then topped it up with soda water. With a flourish she placed a sprig of mint and a straw into the glass. "Voila." She declared as she passed Regina the drink.
She had a hopeful look on her face as Regina delicately wraps her lips around the straw and takes a small sip. "Mmm." The brunette didn't really have anything to compare it to but she liked it.
"Good?" The blonde asks for confirmation.
"It's delicious." It was another wonderful treat gifted to her by the blonde but it was more than a simple drink to her, it was someone giving her something instead of taking something from her.
Regina looks so impressed that Emma can't help but feel a sense of pride. "Awesome. There are loads more I can make for you." She eagerly informs her, hoping to keep impressing the woman that means more to her with each passing day.
They make themselves comfortable on the couch that Regina had been sitting on, both of them sitting with the legs tucked underneath themselves as they face each other and sip from their cocktails.
One pina colada and a margarita later and the women are both a little more relaxed, the brunette a little more so. The alcohol was having a bigger effect on her because she wasn't used to drinking spirits. Emma hadn't realised how controlled Regina's actions always were until now. Seeing this relaxed, more comfortable side to the brunette, albeit courtesy of alcohol, was new and pleasant. But at the same time it just another piece of the puzzle. Regina had always appeared playful and confident but Emma was only now realising that it was all an act. It was just small things that gave it away, how sometimes the brunettes smile would fall and when she realised it had she would quickly paint it back on, or how her posture would slacken as if compressed by the weight of the world and then go rigid when she remembered she couldn't let anything show in front of Emma.
After some more chatting, a couple more cocktails and plenty of Emma joking and trying to make the Regina laugh, desperately wanting the brunette to have a real smile on her face and not one she wears for show, Regina's eyes slowly began to close until she falls asleep, curled up in the corner of the couch.
Emma sat and watched the smaller woman, who day by day kept seeming more fragile and delicate to the blonde. She chewed on her thumb nail as she played through everything in her head. The bruised feet that Regina had begged her not to ask about, the cut under her eye that was much too precise to have been caused by a fingernail as the brunette had claimed. How the beautiful woman took incredible pleasure from really small things like the food she had made for her, the way her shoulders slumped when she thought she wouldn't be staying with Emma for the weekend, and then there were the insecurities that kept popping up. None of these things matched the Regina she had met months ago or the image she had built up of the woman since.
Then there was Gold, he had to be more than a simple business man, his unfettered greed ran deeper than a man running an escort agency.
She thought back to August, the man that had run the escort agency she used back in Tallahassee. His girls got to make all their own choices, she would call August and he would direct her call to whichever girl she wanted so she could directly make the appointment with each woman at a time they wanted. She had had to deal with August quite a bit when she first used the service because he liked to have all the clients vetted to make sure the escorts would be safe. She got to know him a bit more when some wannabe journalist was about to expose her for using escorts, he was an ex-cop so he still had contacts in the force and beyond, he used these connections to stop any of it getting out. He looked after both the escorts and clients.
Emma delicately got off from the couch so as to not disturb the sleeping woman, taking the throw from the back of the couch, she unfolded it and tucked it around the brunette before grabbing her phone and a bottle of water. The weather was quite warm with only a few clouds in the sky, so she made her way to the seating area in the part of her garden that overlooked the outside pool. Opening the bottle of water she took a few hearty swigs before tapping on Augusts name in her contacts list. She waited as the phone rang and was just about to give up when he picked up.
"Hey, Emma. How are you?"
"Hey. I'm good. I need a favour." She wasn't in the mood for pleasantries, her mind too focussed on the job at hand.
"That sounds serious. What can I do for you?"
"I was hoping you could look into someone for me, on the down low. I'll pay you of course."
"I can do that, but I won't take your money." When he had been helping Emma out down in Tallahassee he had grown fond of her, they came from similar backgrounds and he felt quite protective of her.
"Thank you, August. Can you do some digging on a guy named Mr Gold, he runs a business called 'Secret Escorts' here in Storybrooke. I don't really know anything else about him."
"Sure, no problem. I'll give you a call when I've found something. Any particular reason you want me to do this?"
"I'm kind of using his agency but a few things don't feel right to me." She was blushing furiously as she admitted she was using escorts again, even though that was the business he was running so there really was no reason to be embarrassed.
"Okay. I have some contacts up in your neck of the woods, I'll get in touch with them and find out what I can."
"Thank you." She lets out a big breath, relieved to know she should hopefully getting some answers.
"No worries, talk to you soon." With that he hangs up.
Emma doesn't move from her spot as she thinks things over and over in her mind. She doesn't want to think the worst but things are starting to point in that direction.
August had retired from the force after he was shot in the leg during a bust on a whore house. Emma didn't know all the details but he had told her that what he saw that night changed his life. He couldn't work in a job he no longer believed in. The prostitutes were treated like slaves and then the department he worked for was trying to prosecute them for doing a job they were forced into. He took the compensation for his injury whilst on duty and refused the desk job they offered him. Instead he found a way to use his money to set up a business that meant any women that wanted to be prostitutes, (for a myriad of reasons), could do it and he would make sure they were safe to do so. He knew the law and so he was always able to stay under the radar from the police.
The way Gold behaved was so different from August. The younger man was trying to do his best to help women in a difficult situation whereas Gold just seemed to be in it for the money, she didn't know him and had never met him so it was purely speculation to her. Of course, they could just have different ways of running things but Emma's gut feeling told her there was more to it. She hadn't really picked up on any differences between the woman that worked for the two men until she started to see through Regina's bravado.
The blonde really hoped that she was wrong about it all and that it was just her protective side overreacting, but she would never forgive herself if she didn't at least try to find out.
Becoming fed up with her own low mood she decided to distract herself. She knew she didn't have enough food in the house for her to impress Regina at every meal time so she decided to go grab her laptop and put an order in at the same store she ordered from yesterday and have it all delivered. Not having a clue what Regina enjoyed eating she ended up ordering way more than they would need, just to make sure there would be plenty of options for the brunette. The last item she placed in her basket was the biggest box of chocolates they had, she had debated getting the ones in a heart shaped box but she thought that may be overstepping the mark. If the brunettes reaction to the chocolate mousse was anything to go by, Emma was on to a winner with the chocolates. Once she had added on a little message for the gift tag, it was all placed on the quick delivery service, then she kept the laptop and went to check on Regina.
The woman was laying on her back and whimpering in her sleep, a small scowl on her face. Emma rushes over to her and kneels on the floor as she gently strokes her cheek with a thumb whilst quietly calling her name to wake her without startling her. Slowly the brunette comes around, her eyes widening in fear when she realises she had fallen asleep again. The fear quickly settles when she sees concern in the blue eyes looking down at her.
"It's okay, you're okay." The blonde tries to soothe her.
"Emma, I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to apologise for. The cocktails were just a little stronger than you're used to."
She wants to deny it and pretend she's used to the finer things in life but one look into those trusting eyes has her head nodding meekly in agreement.
"I should probably measure the booze instead of just pouring in it." She gives a hearty laugh but she has yet to stop stroking the delicate flesh beneath her thumb. "Do you want some tea?"
"Yes, please." She answers as she sits up, a small smile on her face.
Emma goes to the kitchen to put the kettle on and she also grabs a bottle of water for the brunette. She wanted to ask Regina about the horrible dream she was having but she had a feeling it would set off the brunettes anxiety, she'd promised not to push things so she'd wait for the brunette to talk to her if she wished to.
"Here, have some water until the tea is ready." She offers her the bottle before taking a seat next to her. "Are you hungry? I don't have much in at the moment but I'm having a grocery delivery later."
"I can wait, if it's easier." She was hungry but she didn't want to the blonde to go to any trouble."
"Well I'm starving. Is having lasagne for three meals in a row overkill?"
The brunette gives a genuine laugh. "Not when the lasagne is that good."
Emma stands up and offers Regina her hand so she can pull her up and lead her to the kitchen for lunch.
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They spent the rest of the afternoon sitting on the patio, after Emma had caught the brunette looking longingly out of the window. There was no open, outside space where the girls could sit and enjoy the fresh air at Gold's, so Regina absolutely relished the opportunity to spend her afternoon with the sun on her face and a gentle breeze dancing on her skin.
Regina stayed in the garden when the blonde had gone to accept the delivery at her front door. She could see Emma through the glass doors that led to the patio, as she struggled back into the kitchen, laden down with several bags. She got up and went to help the blonde, she thought it was the very least she could do considering the blonde was paying a huge amount to have her there but had asked nothing of her.
"Need any help?" She asked as she closed the door behind herself.
She places all of the bags on the kitchen island and shakes out her arms to alleviate the ache caused by carrying the heavy load. "I had to leave a box by the door, could you get it for me, please?"
"Sure."
Emma can't help but smile as the brunette disappears out of the kitchen, unknowingly to get the box of chocolates Emma had ordered for her. She soon returns with a huge smile on her face, one that Emma quickly matches.
"Emma." The smaller woman says her name in a way that implies she shouldn't have gone to any trouble for her but also that she is immensely grateful that she did.
"I didn't know which ones you like so I tried to make up for it in size." She nodded at the overly large box that was almost half the height of the brunette.
"I'm sure I'll love them. I'm also pretty sure I'll get diabetes." They both laugh and Emma blushes slightly, she thinks she could live just to make the other woman smile. "Thank you, Emma, the tag was lovely."
The blonde takes the chocolates and places them on the island next to the remaining unpacked groceries, before slipping her arms around the slim waist. "You're welcome, beautiful." She dips her head to kiss the brunette lightly before nuzzling their noses together. She wants to tell her that she would give her anything she wanted but instead she gives her one more small kiss before going back to the groceries. "So, what do you want for dinner?"
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Later that night both women were getting ready for bed, through Emma's gentle ways, Regina had caught on that the bed wasn't just for sex, it was somewhere she could feel safe. It was plaguing her somewhat they she had been there for over twenty four hours and their sexual activities had been at a minimum, it was nice not to be made to have sex, but she still wanted to give Emma a reason to keep her around past the weekend and into the future.
When they settle into the big comfortable bed the brunette half lays on top of Emma, slipping a tanned thigh between the two muscular ones below her, one hand on the side of her head, holding it up, the other stroking the blondes shoulder. "I hope you're not tired, Miss Swan."
The low seductive voice makes Emma's cock twitch with want, Regina feels it against the apex of her thighs. Emma really, desperately, wants to get naked and slip herself inside the brunette slowly and gently until they both reach a sweaty high but she can't block out all the little things that have been troubling her throughout the day.
"No, I'm not, but I've been thinking. In the interest of getting the most from the girlfriend experience, maybe we could play a little game to get to know each other better?"
Regina sits up. "What kind of game?" She's a bit anxious because she knows she can't lie to Emma but she can't really tell her the truth about her life either, it was too much of a risk.
The blonde sits up as well. "Just questions and answers. I'll ask you something and then you ask me something and so on."
"Okay." She nods, unsure about it but she doesn't think she really has any other choice.
The blonde can see the anxiety written all over the brunettes strained features. She wants to just to change her mind, so the brunette will relax, then they could both go to their comfort zone of having sex, but she can't back down. If she wants the brunette to open up to her and to be able to have trust in her, she has to continue.
"Okay, let's start off with something easy. What's your favourite colour?"
"Purple."
They continue back and forth, Regina always repeating Emma's last question back to her, unwilling to risk asking a question the blonde may not like. Soon the brunette was smiling more easily because none of the questions had been too intrusive and because Emma would elaborate on some of her answers with a funny anecdote.
Emma was doing her best to keep things light and fun as she tried to gather as much information about the escort as she could, not only to help her with the Regina puzzle, but also because she genuinely wanted to learn about her.
Once again they had tightened their self-made bubble around themselves, wrapped in each others arms as they divulged new information to each other.
As the night wore on their mouths became more engrossed with kissing and less so with talking and soon their natural need for one another took over and they began undressing each other as hands roamed exposed skin.
Emma rolled them over so she was on top of the brunette, her hard-on digging into Regina's hip as they kissed slowly, Emma resuming the dominant role as she used her tongue to massage Regina's in the brunettes mouth. Feeling rather than hearing the brunette whimper in her mouth had her cock throbbing hard. When the blonde reluctantly managed to separate their mouths she began placing tender, wet kisses along Regina's soft jaw and down her neck. When she reaches the full breasts she takes a nipple in her mouth and firmly suckles it, causing the older woman to cant her hips below her.
"Yes, Emma." Came a breathy moan as she slipped her hands through blonde locks in order to hold the athlete to her chest.
Emma didn't stop until Regina was begging her for more as her hips thrust up, coating the blondes taut abdomen with her wetness.
"Tell me what you want, baby." She loved to hear the brunette ask for what she wanted.
"I want to… I want to feel your mouth on me." She stammers wantonly.
Emma shuffles down her body until she's laying between spread legs, the sight and smell so enticing she reaches between her own legs to grasp at her cock in order to try and alleviate the ache there. A few strong jerks up and down calms her enough to allow her to focus solely on the brunettes pleasure. Laying down fully on her stomach, trapping her dick between her stomach and the mattress, she positions herself directly in front of the glistening pink pussy and guides the supple legs over her shoulders.
"Emma, please." She was needy to have the blonde take her to unprecedented highs.
She heeded her command and pressed gentle kisses over swollen folds, parting her lips to allow her tongue to sneak out and steal a taste of Regina's essence. The brunette trembled each time the warm wetness of Emma's tongue licked at her own warm wetness. After Emma had laved affection upon every millimetre of the most incredible tasting pussy she had ever had, she took a long swipe between the folds and swallowed all the nectar she found there. Even though her eyes were closed, she could feel them roll to the back of her skull in euphoria at the heady taste from Regina's depths.
"Mmm, yes!" The brunette is gripping at the bed sheets as her heels dig into Emma's back.
Emma slips one hand from its resting place on Regina's hip to find the woman's hand with it, entwining their fingers and connecting them in a deeper way.
Slowly she pushes her tongue inside the leaking entrance of her lover, circling it to massage the ring of muscle. The small hand in hers gave a squeeze of encouragement as her panting quickens. Emma digs into her bag of tricks for what she knows will work on the brunette, never letting her get used to one sensation. She doesn't want to leave the warm channel but she slowly pulls back so she can take long, firm licks to just below her pulsing clit, over and over as Regina gently scrapes the nails of her free hand against Emma's scalp.
The blonde is slowly thrusting her own hips against the mattress as she eats Regina out. The pressure around the trapped phallus as she grinds it into the cotton sheets is on the right side of sweet pain, it wasn't the delicate touch of her lover that she so adored, but she wanted to make this all about Regina and not herself.
When Regina finally convinces herself to open her eyes that's she's had tightly closed the entire time, she focusses them on the blonde head bobbing up and down between her legs, the image doing more to intensify the blissful churning in her lower stomach.
"Emma, suck my clit." She pleads.
Emma is ecstatic that Regina asks for what she wants without any encouragement, and of course, she does exactly as she's told, slowly dragging the flat of her tongue from side to side over the swollen bundle of nerves, then changing that to circling it with the tip of her tongue.
The heels digging into her back are starting to hurt as Regina applies more pressure with her building enjoyment, but that's not going to stop her teasing the delicious woman, she's in no hurry to rush her pleasure and will put up with a little pain to prolong it, and to prolong the cacophony of delightful sounds she's working from Regina.
Emma stops her own thrusting so she doesn't cum before Regina, she doesn't want the brunette thinking that her own pleasure is more important to her because it really isn't, not anymore.
"Emma, please, I need to cum." The blonde opens her eyes and looks up to see Regina staring back down at her, she holds their eye contact as she slips her hand below her chin to probe at Regina's twitching centre as she takes her clit between her lips and sucks hard whilst flicking the tip of her tongue over it. Regina tries hard to not break their eye contact but as soon as she feels the finger circling her entrance and the tight squeeze of lips around her clit, her eyes close as her head presses back against the pillow.
Emma starts up the thrusting of her hips again, wanting to cum with Regina. She moans around the clit in her mouth as the sensitive head of her dick rubs against the cotton sheets. She's trying her best to keep her mouth on the clit, which is difficult considering the sharp jerks of the brunettes hips. She can feel she's only a few thrusts away from her bliss, so she hums against the clit as she presses the flat of her tongue directly over it.
"OH GOD, EMMA! YES!" The brunette screams her name like she never has before as her orgasm violently tears through her body, one hand almost crushing Emma's as the other pulls on her hair.
Emma keeps sucking on her as her own orgasm shoots out of her and onto the sheets and her stomach, only to eventually stop when Regina gently tugs on her hair to pull her away.
Emma rests her sticky face against a soft thigh as they both come down. She smiles smugly to herself when she sees the amount of cum that is seeping from around her fingers in Regina's entrance, and down between the brunettes bum. Pulling her fingers out she sucks them into her mouth, moaning at the strong taste, she wants more so she ducks her head back between the spread legs and licks up all of the glistening liquid.
"I can't get enough of you taste." She says as she climbs up the spent body of her lover, wiping her face with her forearm.
"I can't get enough of your tongue." The brunette quips.
Emma laughs and lays on her side next to the brunette, who has her arms over her face. The blonde pulls them away and their eyes meet with a smile. Cupping the brunettes cheek she leans in to kiss her, Regina moaning at the taste of herself in Emma's mouth.
"I really don't want to get up but I'd better change the sheets, I've made a bit of a mess." She grimaces at the thought of sleeping on cum covered sheets.
After they've changed the sheets and cleaned themselves up they get back into the now fresh bed and Regina automatically curls into the blondes chest, her safe place completed when the blonde wraps her arms around her.
Regina couldn't remember a time when she felt so happy and secure, she wished it would never end, her heart sank when she knew it would. She did her best to push those thoughts away and instead concentrate on the fact that for the next three days she would be with Emma, her happy place.
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Some of you may have picked up on what I said about some women wanting to be prostitutes and you may think that is crazy, but from talking with my brother-in-law who is a cop in Amsterdam, it is true. Some women choose to do it for many different reasons and that of course is their choice. I commend anybody that is doing what they want with their lives, I am not in any way passing judgement. I have had derogatory comments about prostitutes that I in no way agree with. I have also had a comment saying that I was describing prostitutes unfairly. When I'm writing about Regina and Gold's other women, I am hoping my descriptions say more about Gold than they do about the women. They are victims and thus completely blameless. I'm not trying to start a debate, I just don't want anyone thinking I am looking down on prostitutes and using this story to do so.
Also, if anyone had noticed the picture that I have only just managed to put up, all credit goes to Badgirl1311 for making it. I really love it an deeply appreciate the time and effort she put in to making it just because she was enjoying the story. A heartfelt thank you to her and everyone else that had commented, liked and followed.