"They are here," Graham whispers in her ear as she nods along to another one of Bruce's stories.
He's sweet, he really is, but dear god is he mundane, and she only puts up with him because of his wife, Susan. There has always been a type of chemistry between them, ever since that redhead moved in a few years ago. They just...clicked.
"Thank you," Regina whispers, blindly reaching her hand out to cup his cheek. "Please excuse me, our new neighbors have arrived and I would just like to get them settled."
"Settled?" Susan snarks into her wine glasses, her eyebrows scaling high in amusement.
Regina rolls her eyes, squeezing the woman's forearm before she quickly stands and vacates the small group on the couch. She isn't granted the opportunity to even leave the room before she hears Mary Margaret's bubbly voice.
"Oh my goodness, Regina, look at this turnout and everyone's costumes," she gushes, thrusting a platter of something hidden beneath tin foil, into her chest. Regina's taken back a little, but the woman eagerly continues. "This dress," she gasps, moving Regina's arms out of the way so she can inspect the details. "It's like you were shipped straight from the seventies!" She shrieks, her fingertips dancing across the shimmering gold dress that is hardly keeping her breasts contained.
"Mom," Emma hisses under her breath, granting Regina a moment to finally offer her attention.
Warm brown eyes sweep up the length of pale legs until she lands mid-thigh, where a mix of black and purple are swirling together with accents of yellow and turquoise. She's not quite sure if the dress is from the seventies, maybe the sixties, but none of that matters because it's absolutely beautiful on this blonde. Her eyes proceed to wander up until she's smirking at herself because those defined arms are on full display as if Emma just knew that's one of Regina's favorite features. Emma's blonde curls are more voluptuous this evening, with a purple headband on top of her head and Regina knows she spent time curling those locks beforehand.
"Regina, you look so great," Mary Margaret chuckles as David suddenly leans in and hugs her.
"Thanks for inviting us. We really appreciate it."
"No need to thank me, I hope you enjoy yourselves tonight. Come on, there's plenty of food and drinks," she politely offers, leading the way to the kitchen so she can do something with the tray in her hand.
"Where's Graham?" David pipes up, hovering over her right shoulder as she places the tray down and removes the foil to reveal brownies.
Most likely aren't pot brownies to correspond with the theme.
"He's out back on the deck, playing bartender," she laughs lightly. "So, what can I get for you guys?"
"Oh, Regina please, this is your party, enjoy yourself. We can help ourselves," Mary Margaret declares and if she's not mistaken there's a certain blonde eyeing her suspiciously behind the woman.
"Alright, if you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask." She plasters on her best hostess smile before turning toward those inquisitive green eyes investigating her. "Emma, would you like a tour?"
"Oh we can-"
"I don't mind, come dear, I'll show you the deck and pool outside."
"Sure, why not?" Emma shrugs, pretending to be disinterested, but Regina sees through those shimmering eyes.
"Have fun!" David calls out, already too invested in the food laid out for the guests.
Regina leads the way, through the sliding glass door, that also acts as a glass wall during the winter time, and out onto the concrete deck, surrounding the massive swimming pool. It's still early on in the evening, so luckily, there aren't too many couples filling the pool and acting promiscuous just yet.
"Wow," a breathless whisper comes from behind her shoulder.
"I know, when we purchased this home the decision was solely based on this backyard," she chuckles and spins around to lean her elbow on the bar in the far left corner. "What would you like to drink?"
"Um, beer is fine."
"Beer? Really? We have wine, Graham is excellent with mixed drinks," she urges, but the blonde is shaking her head and diving in to grab her own bottle from a bed of ice.
"Honestly, I'm fine with the Rocky Mountains," she vows, accompanied by the most adorable, cheeky grin.
"Alright, I will have a martini," she says, but there's already a glass slipping between her fingertips. "Thank you, honey."
"Of course," Graham smiles and pecks her lips, but lingers for a moment. "That will be twenty bucks." She laughs, lightly shoving his chest away while his deep chuckle resonates in the air. "Have fun you two."
"You as well," she purrs before nodding toward a lawn chair. "Would you like to sit, Emma?"
"Um sure."
"Are you hungry?" Regina suddenly asks right as Emma is about to sit and it's rather comical how she freezes, hovering her bottom over the chair.
"No, no. I'm fine, thank you," she says as she plants her bottom down.
"So, tell me Emma," Regina purrs, sitting right next to the woman, their bare knees just nearly kissing. "What is a recent college graduate, doing at a party with her parents this evening? You're an intelligent and very pretty young girl, what are you doing with a bunch of old folks?" She teases, slowly pulling the cool liquor between her red painted lips.
"Old? I'm sure you're not much older than I am, Regina," Emma scoffs, stealing a swig from her bottle.
"You're twenty-two, correct?"
"And you're...what, twenty-seven?"
Regina laughs softly, shaking out her thick locks, even though one side is pinned to her scalp. "Thirty."
"See, not that far off."
"I was surprised to learn that you are twenty-two, considering your parents are only forty."
"Yeah," Emma shrugs casually before she creates some jazz hands. "Surprise."
Regina breathes a laugh through her nose, admiring how silly the blonde can be. "So, how come you're here and not out with a bunch of friends?" She sincerely asks, pivoting a little to her left to offer her undivided attention.
"Well, my friends are back in New York, where we used to live and where my school is at. So, I'm kinda stuck here...not that, I'm really stuck," she all too quickly blurts out, all wide-eyed and panicked. "I don't mind spending an evening here-I mean-I want to hang-"
"Relax, dear," Regina gently rests her hand against Emma's knee to stop her rambling. "I don't mind, I do understand."
"You're thirty, what's up with the dear?" Emma questions and by the expression on her face, she didn't mean to spew those words so suddenly.
"Habit. My mother came from money and she always spoke so proper and it's hard to just turn it off sometimes." Regina waves off the subject rather quickly and leans in just a tad closer. "So, I was curious about that test you have to take, what it entails, so I did some research." Emma nods along, waiting for her to continue while consuming more of her beverage. "It stated that it's a test that usually accompanies application letters, but you said you're already accepted," she allows her words to dangle between them, waiting for Emma to fill in the blank.
"Yeah," she drags out the word for as long as possible, "I earned a scholarship from my grades alone, I've done pretty well on all my last exams and classes, so the school I wanted to go to snatched me up pretty quickly."
"Pretty well on your exams? Miss Swan, I believe you are being modest."
"I'm kind of smart," she weakly admits, and it's so obvious to Regina that this woman isn't one to brag and it's positively refreshing.
"Well, that's just excellent, congratulations."
"Thanks."
"Regina." She snaps to attention to find Janet hovering over her shoulder with another damn casserole clenched nervously between her hands. "So sorry we are late."
"Oh, it's fine," she waves the woman off, but Janet's eyes are suspiciously investigating every inch of Emma. "Janet, why don't I help you to the kitchen with that." The brunette finally jumps to attention and glances back at Regina. "I'm sorry Emma, will you excuse me?"
"Of course."
XXXX
Well, Janet trapped her in the kitchen for quite some time and then it wasn't long before Susan had joined. After that, she was swooped away by Robert Gold, complaining about her husband's quality at work before she was able to sneak back onto the patio.
She was worried that maybe Emma had wandered home by now, but she found the blonde in the same spot she left her, with her husband animatedly speaking to her, both laughing.
"Well, I'm glad you weren't left alone," Regina interrupts, gathering both of their attention. "Again, I apologize."
"No problem," Emma assures her through a sloppy grin and Regina knows she's had more than one beer.
"Graham!" Bruce excitedly calls out, waving his hands wildly in the air like he may not spot him in the crowd.
"I'm being summoned," Graham retorts, standing tall from the lounge chair. "Your seat is nice and warm," he laughs before scurrying toward his friend.
"Mind if I sit?" Regina requests, but it's pointless because she's already reclaiming her seat.
"Not at all, glad you came back to me." Regina quirks up an eyebrow with an all too proud smirk sliding into place. "If it weren't for your husband swooping in, I might have left. I usually blend in with the crowds."
"Oh?" Regina frowns at this.
"People tend to usually skip over me. In crowded places such as this, I'm usually pretty invisible."
"I don't see how that's possible, a beautiful girl like you, not to mention, brains...I highly doubt you blend in with the riff-raff," she scoffs, coming off as personally offended by the notion.
"Nope, nobody even noticed me here, and that's fine because I was able to pick up on some good dirt," she enthuses with a shit eating grin.
"You know, you are very beautiful, Emma," Regina sincerely admires, boldly reaching between them to tuck a loose curl behind the woman's ear and it's absolutely breathtaking to see a stain of pink flush against her porcelain skin.
"You know, Mrs. Mills," her voice sasses as Regina drops her hand back to her own lap, "that people talk..."
"Yes, I'm well aware of the action you seem to be portraying at the moment."
Emma snorts through her nose, shaking out her long curls as she casually sips her beer. "What I meant, is that while you were away, I overheard some rumors, that you and Sheriff Graham invite people into your bed."
"Oh, well, those aren't rumors as they are stories," she confidently concedes, bringing her martini glass to her lips before slowly drinking, while her sultry eyes drink in Emma's reaction.
And this blonde chokes, sputtering as she attempts to regain control but fails miserably. "What?" She coughs, wiping her mouth in the most unladylike manner and for some peculiar reason, it does unexplainable things to Regina's insides.
"Graham and I have an open marriage, or I suppose if we were in the seventies, you might be more familiar with the term, swingers?"
"I-" she shakes her head again, trying to clear her mind for some type of appropriate response. "So, you have no problem cheating on one another?" She bites out with a little more snark than Regina appreciates, but she understands some people just need an explanation to completely understand the concept.
"It's not cheating, dear. Not when two people consent and are present in the room." She shifts on the lounge chair, her knees gently bumping against the young blonde's and she inspects carefully how the woman flushes again. Regina smirks. "It's about becoming more intimate with your partner in a different light, reaching new heights in pleasure."
"Oh god, is that why you're being so nice to me?" Emma balks, flabbergasted at the situation that she has found herself in and if it weren't for that last beer she wouldn't be speaking so boldly to a complete stranger. "Are you trying to make me your new playmate?"
Regina tosses her head back in laughter, her raven tresses cascading down the length of her back in a waterfall of dark wickedness, just begging for Emma to take a sip from her sinful pond. Emma swallows, and Regina knows this woman is torn between her inner desires and what society accepts in the sexual world.
"Emma, I'm not going to make you doing anything you don't want. Graham and I do not enjoy inviting people who are uncomfortable, that's not satisfying," she laughs again, her palm gently resting against Emma's thigh, awakening those inner fantasies and confusing her brain. "The playmate is always in control, everything is always with their consent and understanding, besides, you are the one who brought it up."
Emma's eyes gloss over, completely lost in thought, so Regina decides now would be a good time to allow her time and space to stew. She can walk away, and the action alone will either relieve the young blonde or she will crave more of Regina's attention. And when Regina returns, she will have her answer one of two ways; either Emma will bring up the topic again, pretending to be disinterested when she asks a question regarding open marriages or she will completely change the topic of conversation, demanding that she is not interested at all and then Regina will never bring up the subject again.
"Would you like another, dear? I'm going to refill my martini?"
"Oh, uh, sure." She offers a crooked smile, tilting her head up in appreciation as she quickly downs the rest of her warm beer while Regina stands tall.
So, maybe she is trying to entice the young woman, she realizes this when there is an extra swing in her hips as she makes her way to her outside bar. But there's this lust and longing in those stunning green eyes that are screaming to Regina, begging for her to awaken her mundane world of textbooks and lectures to the expanse of new desires and ultimate euphoric pleasure.
"Hey baby," Graham coos, swiftly taking her empty glass from her fingertips to refill as Regina slips behind the bar to fetch another beer for her companion. "Are you having fun?"
She hums in thought, plucking a cold bottle from a bed of ice and allowing the sound to wash over them before she answers. "I am, how about you, darling?" She softly questions, her free hand resting against his forearm as she stretches on her tiptoes to peck his scruffy cheek.
"Always," he beams, shaking her martini and craning his neck to capture her smiling lips for a short kiss. He carefully pours out her drink and quickly adds some olives before sliding the glass back into his wife's hand. "Now, aren't you barking up the wrong tree?" He teases, leaning one elbow down on the bar to meet her eyes.
"Whatever do you mean?" She feigns ignorance which produces a sappy grin across Graham's mouth while her lips curl into an evil smirk.
"I see that look in your eye, you're on the prowl." He leans in closer, lowering his voice from any prying ears while his eyes narrow. "I thought we were feeling out the Swans?"
"Oh, but honey," her rich voice purrs as she slowly pivots to move away, but first, she peeks over her shoulder, "this is so much more invigorating," and with that she shrugs one shoulder, winks and struts confidently away.
She smiles ever wider when she hears her husband's amused chuckle drifting behind her.
She inhales sharply, preparing herself for rejection, and although it would be utterly disappointing, she always honors the decision. She squares her shoulders and dangles the cold bottle in Emma's line of vision, which is solely focused on the concrete below her wiggling feet.
"Oh," Emma jumps back, a sheepish smile forming around her pretty pale lips as she accepts the drink. "Thanks."
"Of course, dear," she happily says and moves to elegantly perch herself beside the gorgeous blonde.
Regina sips the strong alcohol slowly, allowing Emma the time she may need to gather her thoughts.
"So, ummm," Regina holds her breath from the questioning in Emma's tone, her body tingling with anticipation while the blonde stutters on where she would like to take the conversation.
Except, a rather mousey voice is the one that continues the thought and causes Regina's body to deflate in disappointment.
"There you are Emma," Mary Margret sighs, shuffling through the patio door with her husband's hand firmly placed against her back. "We were looking for you, we are going to head home, it's getting rather late."
Regina bites her inner lip to keep any snarky comments at bay and then pulls her martini between her full lips as a distraction. Emma visibly stiffens at the sound of her mother's voice, panicked green eyes darting between her parents to Regina.
"Oh, uh...I think I might hang out here a little while longer."
And Regina thinks she has her answer.
Perfectly, sculpted brown eyebrows scale high in amusement as Regina proceeds to sip her drink like a Queen politely tasting her tea. Those green eyes are inspecting the darker woman, assessing, debating, but her mother's voice pulls her attention away again.
"But sweetie, don't you have your final exam that you need to prepare for?"
"Mom," she sighs, like the last drop of patience is seeping through her fingertips. "I've been cooped up and studying like a crazy person. I need a break. I need to clear my head for a night and regain my strength, so I can concentrate again."
Mary Margret's skeptical eyes slide over to Regina for a brief moment and the uncertainty tainting her face is as obvious as her damn hair color. Regina plasters on some broad grin that cannot possibly be perceived as genuine and provokes the other woman to swallow rather loudly.
"She's right," David chimes in, squeezing his wife in even closer. "She needs a break." The man steps forward and drops a kiss to the crown of his daughter's head, producing a deep shade of scarlet to paint Emma's cheeks. "Have fun, Ems. We will see you at home."
Emma swallows thickly, refusing to meet her parent's gaze. "Thanks."
"Alright, you have your key?" Mary Margret questions and Regina cannot suppress the snort that releases through her nose.
"Of course I do," Emma grumbles into her beer, her reddened cheeks morphing into an almost burgundy color.
"Okay," her mother says again, so apprehensive about leaving her daughter behind. "Good night."
"Thanks again for coming," Regina politely says, setting down her drink to the ground before standing tall and escorting the couple to the door to allow Emma a moment to cool back down.
Mary Margret still appears hesitant as she follows Regina to the door while David continues to express his gratitude and the fun he had all evening. Regina bids them a farewell and sighs in relief as she closes the door behind them.
However, on her way back to Emma outside, she is stopped by a set of sneaky arms sliding around her waist and spinning her around abruptly.
"Hey, you've been occupied by the new family this entire evening," the lanky brunette pouts, eliciting a wistful laugh from Regina's lips.
"Don't pout, dear," she strictly orders, reaching in the small gap between them to push that lip back into place. "It most certainly is not an endearing quality," she chuckles deeply.
"Now that the Swans are gone, will you be joining some of us in the basement?" Ruby playfully asks, her green eyes glowing with tangible excitement and highlighting her beautiful features.
Regina hums in consideration, but her mind is already running right back to a certain blonde. "Possibly," she flippantly replies, provoking that lip to poke out once again. Regina laughs before dipping forward and capturing that red painted lip between her teeth and tugging the woman closer. Her eyes hold Ruby's gaze, watching closely as the woman's pupils dilate and a beautiful shade of pink tinges her cheeks. She releases that lip before soothing the nip with a gentle kiss. "I don't want to promise anything if I can't keep it."
"I know," Ruby easily concedes, shrugging carelessly because she has always been one of those couples that is so easy going and casual about their adventures. "If you make it down there, you better come find me," she threatens teasingly, her nails biting deliciously into Regina's hips and kick starting her heart.
"Don't I always?" She enthuses before stepping back and venturing back toward the backyard.
Ruby and her husband, Peter, have always been a couple that her and Graham enjoy playing with. They are just as free spirited and the four of them always reach new heights of pleasure whenever they get together, never once experiencing jealousy. Some women just enjoy switching husbands, however, Ruby and herself are both bisexual, so they truly enjoy swapping husband's because that always results in intimacy between them as well. Graham and Peter are the best of friends and absolutely love watching their wives together while still playing a part. They are all great friends, and of course, they all care for each other, but there's no budding romance or love, just sexual pleasure.
"You're back," Emma dumbly announces, her voice cracking in the process as her eyes shimmer with a mix of fear and excitement.
"Yes, I do live here," she deadpans, reclaiming her seat on the lounge chair. She snatches her drink back up and slowly sips, eyeing Emma carefully over the rim.
"Right." She swallows aggressively, staring a little too hard into her bottle. "So, uh...don't you get jealous watching another woman touch your husband?"
And just like that, the clouds part and a choir of angels come down to sing their hallelujah's, but wait...that can't be right from her naughty little secrets. So, maybe a choir of little villains come out to sing in glory. Either way, Emma has just opened the door wide for her and she'll be damned if she doesn't jump on the opportunity.
Regina smirks. "No," she honestly states with conviction and Emma's mouth pops open to argue, but she proceeds. "He's there, I'm there, every step of the way. I'm not sitting back and watching my husband with some bimbo and most importantly, it's never behind my back. No, I'm there, touching caressing, submitting to the feeling of ultimate gratification. Besides, I'm bisexual and there's nothing I enjoy more than having the contrast of my husband's strong hand with the tenderness of a woman's touch, simultaneously caressing and groping," she dutifully explains, her skin growing hot just thinking about the thrill of it all.
And she would have to be ignorant not to notice the way Emma's thighs are pressing together and her cheeks are so beautifully flushed.
"Uh-I guess that makes sense," she shrugs, sipping her beer to cool the burn that's so evidently coursing through her body.
"Every person involved must go in with an open mind, otherwise things can turn very sour. It's all about pleasure and staying in the moment and submitting to your most inner desires," and she didn't mean to, honestly, but her voice has dropped lower from the tangible craving beating between them.
A shiver very visibly tortures Emma's body, leaving an awake of goosebumps to pop along her milky white flesh. "So, like..." the words evaporate from Emma's tongue, her nails scratching neurotically at the label on her beer bottle and this woman has never appeared so small before. "Ummm, do you only swap with other couples? Like how does that work?" She stutters, so nervous as she tiptoes around what she truly wants to ask, but Regina doesn't mind because tonight, she seems to be falling so desperately in love with the blush that keeps staining Emma's delicate skin.
"If we do decide to play with another couple, every one is present in the room, all four of us. Yet, sometimes, Graham or I will bring someone to our room to join us." Emma nods, but Regina isn't quite sure if she's truly listening anymore, so she carefully rests her hand upon the woman's knee to gather her full attention. "Emma?"
"Yes," she quickly blurts out like one of her professors just called out her name during a lecture.
"May I ask why you are so interested in the topic?" She gently asks, approaching the subject with extreme caution knowing how young and innocent she truly is.
"Oh," she immediately bites down on the corner of her lip as another wave of blush pinches her cheeks and Regina actually curses herself for finding this woman so adorable and sexy. "I-I was just curious."
It's a poor excuse and they both know it, but she has an inkling that this blonde may not want to reveal anything with a cluster of gossips swarming around them. All these people are her parents' new neighbors and she wouldn't want to embarrass them or make a bad impression. Being so intuitive, Regina gathers her drink and stands tall on her heels, provoking panicked green eyes to dart in her direction.
"How about we take this conversation into another room? Somewhere more private to escape the eavesdroppers," she playfully teases, rolling her eyes to ease the blonde's worries or sudden expectations.
"Oh, sure."
Emma relaxes and stands to match Regina's height, and normally, the brunette would link her arm in the other woman's or maybe thread her fingers through another set, but she can feel the nervous energy pulsating from the young blonde from what others may assume, so she opts for simply leading the way. Regina swiftly moves through her home, Emma weaving and bobbing through the crowd of people until they turn toward a narrow hallway. Not a single other human is present and Emma finally breathes her relief as Regina leads her into a room.
The moment they enter the master bedroom, Regina gently eases the door closed while Emma nervously rocks from her heels to her toes.
"Um, your bedroom?" Emma croaks out from her very apparent dry throat and mouth.
"Yes, when Graham and I host parties, everyone is well aware that this area is strictly off limits." Regina smiles kindly as she steps forward and gently sweeps Emma's curls off her shoulder. "More secluded area so we can speak freely," she whispers, her voice dropping an octave.
"Perfect," Emma sighs in relief and plops down on the king size bed. Her mouth pops open to proceed, however her big doe eyes are drifting up toward the ceiling and the words seem lodged in her throat as her jaw remains agape.
Regina smirks at her adorable innocence and slides onto the mattress next to her. "I must say, that might be one of my favorite details about this house," she divulges with pure amusement in her tone, which finally clicks Emma's mouth shut.
"I-I honestly didn't think people actually did this, I thought it was just a gag in movies," she confesses as her eyes decipher where would be appropriate to land at this point.
Regina sips her martini, as calm as ever, before she leans in dangerously close to the shell of Emma's ear, knowing those green eyes are glued to the ceiling above. "On the contrary dear, watching is sometimes the most erotic and pleasurable part," she husks, her rich, silky voice just oozing with sex, persuading those inquisitive eyes to drop down to meet her dark gaze.
Emma hesitates, Regina can so clearly see the cranks and wheels in her head struggling to produce a response. But Regina refuses to drift away just yet, so she lingers, basking in the sweet aroma of vanilla, with the bitter bite of beer from the woman's breath. And it draws her in, her black eyes falling to inspect the soft pink pout while green eyes flick over every inch of Regina's face.
"I'm," the word hardly scrapes from Emma's hoarse voice box, so she clears her throat and tries again. "I'm not as inexperienced and naive as you may think I am," and much to Regina's surprise she sounds awfully confident, maybe even a little cocky.
"I never said-"
"It's just when I'm around my parents, I am expected to act a certain way. I have always been their little princess, molded and shaped to their idea of perfection and don't get me wrong, I appreciate everything they have ever done for me-"
"But..." Regina drawls, her body never leaving the comfort of Emma's close proximity.
"But, I'm not the good girl they think I am. I'm studying to be a doctor, yes, and I work really hard, so when the opportunities present themselves, well, let's just say I know how to have fun," she boldly announces, inspiring a shit eating grin to bloom across Regina's entire face. "I-" she exhales slowly, forcing out all her nerves and fears about what she's about to say. "I have never had a threesome or joined a couple, but I'm no stranger to hookups. I'm not as naive as you may believe."
Regina steals Emma's bottle and leans across the woman to place both drinks on the nightstand. When she falls back into her spot, she gently covers Emma's knee with her hand.
"I never thought you were inexperienced, you're too beautiful to be locked away." And that's all she says because she's waiting for a clear sign or signal from Emma to grant her the green light.
"This is just kinda intimidating and overwhelming and I-"
"Ssshhhh, Emma, nothing has to happen," Regina sweetly coos, but the way she's leaning in, indicates the exact opposite actually.
"Umm, isn't your husband suppose to be here right now?"
"If you are interested in having some fun together, then yes," she confirms and then leans in even closer, just barely above a whisper, "but we are just talking right now."
She hears Emma swallow hard, before she listens to the labored breathing and she can only assume how hard the woman's heart is beating because surely, her own is about to explode right through her chest.
"And if I'm done talking?" She quips with a bit of a cocky edge that sends thrills of excitement to spark in Regina's hot blood.
Regina encloses the minimal gap between them, her warm breath tickling against Emma's ear as she whispers, "your move."
And with that, Emma snaps her head to the right and crashes their lips together for a desperate kiss that's full of pent up sexual frustrations. Regina's there to catch her from her desperation, quickly cupping a strong jawline and bringing the woman in even closer. She moans softly into the kiss, knowing exactly what it will do to this blonde and sure enough Emma whimpers from the noise alone.
Regina slows down the pace, expertly peeling apart her lips and guiding Emma's along the way so she can have a taste of that velvety tongue that's been playing peek-a-boo all night. There's the bitterness from her beer still lingering, but she's no better knowing that she tastes of alcohol as well and there's this nagging in the back of her brain, obsessing over what this young girl might taste of any other day. Is it a strong cup of coffee from her long hours of studying? Maybe the taste of stale gum from constantly chewing away her anxiety about school? Does she pick at sweets all day or does she crave the finger licking bite of salt?
She isn't quite sure, but what she does know, is this young woman isn't holding back, she's tender, yet firm. Determined. Strong. Caring. And Regina easily concedes that this isn't her first time kissing another woman. Her heart flutters from the acknowledgment, maybe Emma isn't as shy and inexperienced as she suspected...and then a thought occurs to her...
"Emma," she murmurs into the kiss before gently breaking away, "for this to continue-"
"I know, I know, your husband needs to be present," she flippantly replies, already diving back in for another kiss, but Regina is quick to pull back and deny her.
Green eyes blow wide as a small pout appears and usually she doesn't condone that type of behavior, but it's oddly endearing with this woman. Still. "Don't pout, dear," she firmly says, prompting Emma to pull that little lip back, "I just need to know, if you are okay with both Graham and I."
There's a small tug at the corner of Emma's mouth as her gaze drops between them. She inhales sharply and Regina knows she's in the middle of some inner turmoil. So, Regina gently places her index finger beneath the pointed chin and guides those alluring eyes back to her own.
"I need to make sure that you feel safe and comfortable with both of us."
"I know. Earlier you so casually mentioned that you're bisexual, and I am too...it's just...this is the first time I'm admitting it out loud to anyone."
Regina tenderly pecks her lips, a proud smile taking over her face. "You can tell me anything, dear. My policy is always open communication."
Emma surges forward, unable to contain herself from the compassion this woman just showed her. Emma grips Regina's knees, leaning as far in as possible while Regina latches onto her face and kisses her deeply, but all too quickly she breaks the kiss again.
"Make yourself comfortable, I need to check on the guests," she whispers hotly against Emma's lips and offers her one last peck.
And they both know it's code, she's not checking on her house or her party, it's an easy way of saying that she's about to go fetch her husband so the games can begin.