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Chapter 5

Emma's face was glued to the screen of her new phone as she walked into work. True to her word, the day after Regina had showed up at her apartment she had called her, asking her to meet her at a Verizon store not too far from her apartment. She had been sure it was all some joke, but when she got there, Regina had picked out some flashy silver thin phone. It had a price tag of over $700 and she freaked out momentarily before the brunette glared at her.

It had been relatively quick, Regina saying she only had a short time till she had to get back home to do some work, but they transferred the blonde's number, and added her onto the executive's private phone plan. She had unlimited talk and text messaging with a stupid load of data. The clerk told her that she didn't need that much data, but Regina insisted.
The best part was that along with the plan they threw in a free tablet, which she was able to load with learning apps and few games for Henry. He was ecstatic about the thing. Sure, it was supposed to be for her, but her new phone did everything the tablet did and more. Henry kept saying how others in his class had these and now he did too.

She smiled as she reached a new level on a game she had been playing for the last day or so. Candy Crush. It was addictive. Regina had told her she could download whatever she wanted and they would just charge it to her account. She hadn't taken advantage of it, but it was tempting whenever she ran out of lives.

"Whoa look at you Swan," her coworker August said as she came in still glued to the device. "Catching up with the times I see." Emma grinned but couldn't respond. She was trying to not lose this round.

"Emma!" she sighed as the manager called her name. She was on time. What could he have possibly wanted?

"I'm here Jason," she said to the man, glancing down at the time on her phone. "With seven minutes to spare even."

"Well you can go home. I'm over staffed today."

"No!" she said stomping her foot, putting her phone in her pocket for the first time since she left home. "I'm scheduled for 8 hours today. You scheduled me."

"Well if I did, I'm sorry." she had already spent money taking the subway here. She had to spend money taking it back. All for nothing.

"That will leave me under 40 hours Jay. You can't do that. I already spent the time and money to come here, plus I left Henry with a babysitter. I have to pay for that, dude!"

"I'm your boss, not 'dude'. Look we all got problems Swan," he said with a nonchalant attitude. "I just know that I have too many workers today and you were the last to get in. So go home."

"I could take the day-' August started.

"No." Jason said. "You stay. You're working. Swan is going home. She isn't the manager and can't decide that she gets to work when I say she doesn't."

"It's really no problem…."

"Shut it," he said placing his hands on his non-existent hips. "Swan go." Emma stomped her foot. Ever since Jason had been promoted to shift manager he seemed to have an axe to grind with her. He was never the nicest guy to begin with, but with her he was a straight up dick. Probably because when he asked her out she turned him down.

"Why didn't you just call me, I wouldn't have come down here. Hell even a text would have saved me the trouble."

"I didn't noticed it till you showed up." He rolled his eyes. It was days like this that she wanted to just quit. $8.75 an hour wasn't worth the headache.

"Whatever," she put her headphones on. The internet radio at least gave her something to listen to while she walked to the station and rode it home. She grumbled under her breath, thinking of all the ways she would stomp that jerk into the ground…after hacking off his dick.

That was 8 hours gone from her paycheck. 8 hours that she needed. Working at the lounge was a pain. She didn't want to make it a regular habit, but if Jason kept cutting her out like this she wasn't going to have a choice.

The ride home was irritating. Henry was already with her Granny and even if she picked him up, she didn't want to ask for her money back. She and red needed like she did with Medicare only paying for part of the woman's health needs.

Her phone vibrated and she looked down, seeing Regina's name. Well she had labeled the woman as "Package-R" because Regina really was the complete package for whoever ended up with her. Sexy, educated, rich and had a good job. She was the package.

What are you doing this evening? Emma should have been working, but now she had the entire night to herself. Regina had been quiet, the past week. After getting the phone, she has only messaged the blonde once, asking if it was working on. After that there had been no communication.

Nothing at all. Work was canceled. Emma sighed as she leaned her head back on the seat at the subway. At least paying for the overnight sitting wasn't a complete waste. Now she could at least meet up with Regina.

Meet me at Four Seasons NY? We can have dinner first. Emma wanted to drop dead at the moment. There was no way she was going to that place. She'd heard about it. And dinner. What the hell. She was about to text back when her phone beeped again.

I have to eat since I am coming from work and figured I didn't have to eat alone. Don't read into things. Emma grinned. Regina knew exactly what she was thinking. Who the hell works on a Saturday? She chuckled and looked around, happy to see no one was paying her any attention.

Sounds good Regina. What time should I be there?

I'll send Ben to pick you up. Be ready at 7. Dress decently. Emma rolled her eyes. Now she had to break out the one dress she owned. If she could fine it. Last time she wore a dress…when was the last time she wore a dress? She shrugged as the subway stopped at her station and set off to walk home. Though she'd rather be listening with both ears, Emma kept one ear bud out as she walked from the stop to her home. She was never in any danger, but it was best to keep an ear out. Never knew what others were up to.

She made it up the stairs quickly, her attention now drawn to her phone as she was in the safety of her building.

"Ooh nice!" a familiar voice said as Emma slowed down her walking. "Where did you get that?"

"Hey Rubes," Emma smiled tightly, trying to come up with a story. "Saved up for it. It's pretty nice." Luckily, the younger girl didn't bat an eye.

"Probably from all that money form the VIP room," she said. "Hey shouldn't you be at work?"

"I wish. Jason swears he didn't know he scheduled me and claims to be overstaffed this Saturday night."

"Douche."

"Exactly," Emma sighed and shrugged. No use complaining when she couldn't do anything.

"Well, should I tell Granny to get Henry read to go?"

"No!" she said before realizing how loud she was. She lowered her voice. "No. Something came up, so I will need him to stay after all." Ruby looked at her suspiciously before nodding.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah you know. Just sometimes I need an evening to myself. No work or anything. You know." The blue eyed brunette nodded again, looking at Emma strangely. "Later's Rubes." Emma didn't wait for a response before entering her apartment and shutting the door. She was 23 years old. Too old to be hiding stuff from other people. At her age, everything was supposed to allowed, even friends with benefits.

She checked her watch. Nearly 3pm. Well at least she wasn't going to spend her day working 2 to 10pm, standing on her feet. She had four hours to herself. Well technically three, as she would need to get ready.

Now where was that red dress?

[SQ]

Emma stepped out of the vehicle, pulling at the hem of her dress. Although she was confident when she left home, the drive to the hotel had left her shaking in nervousness. Great care had been taken to make sure her hair was styled correctly, feathered out and laying neatly around her shoulders. She'd hung the dress in the bathroom as she showered, steam "ironing" it which left it looking professionally ironed. Matching heels were tall enough for an evening dinner, but short enough to prevent her from falling

Now she just worried if she looked classy or skanky.

Benjamin had given her a room number and key card upon exiting the car, letting her release some tension as she didn't have to go and look around in the hotel restaurant for Regina. Even with a concrete destination, she could feel heat crawling up her neck with a blush. Surely no one knew why she was coming to the hotel. It was normal right?

Yeah she and Regina were basically fuck buddies, but walking into the hotel dressed up, meeting a rich woman for dinner, she was feeling less like a friend and more like a high class hooker. She wasn't even worth having dinner with in the restaurant. Regina had to hide her up in the room.

According to Ben, the room was on the 39th floor.

"Here goes nothing," she murmured to herself as she attempted to look confident, passing people rushing to their destinations. Like the last hotel, upon entering the west lobby she was greeted by expense and style. Unlike the last hotel, she was coming in alone. Large pillars broke the room into pieces. She ran her hand over one as she passed. Looking in several directions, she finally spotted the elevators.

"May I help you?" a man in a uniform stopped her. She gritted her teeth as she paused. She must have screamed out of place for him to be stopping her.

"Um…Um…no," she swallowed hard. She gave a shy smile, holding up her key card. "I'm already checked in, just heading to my room. 3914."

"Of course ma'am. Have a good evening and don't hesitate to call down if you need anything." He nodded at her, quickly moving on to the next patron he saw. Exhaling deeply once inside the closed elevators, Emma leaned against the wall. She couldn't do this. Everywhere she look she felt like people knew. She was meeting a woman for sex. What made her different from a common call girl? She had the dress, the heels, was meeting a person several ladders up the tax bracket. Oh right? She wasn't getting paid.

Yeah society was fighting back against the belief that women needed to be prim and not engage in frivolous sex, but right now, all she could hear was her former foster mother, telling her she was going to end up supporting herself on her back.

"Fuck," she murmured, running her hands through her hair. The elevator dinged, alerting her to the fact she had reached her destination. She was just going to tell Regina she couldn't do this. Yes, they had slept together a couple of times and it was nice, but a one night stand was different than a formal arrangement. A formal arrangement said something about herself and how she was to be treated. She was presenting herself as someone to call up to a room for a sandwich and a diet coke, screw and then leave. This arrangement said she wasn't worth eating with in a classy restaurant, even as friends. No. She was only worth her body.

No she wasn't that type of person. She'd have to tell Regina.

Emma took a deep breath as she stood outside the hotel room. She was going to go in there and explain to Regina that this wasn't working for her. She couldn't do this. No she didn't want a romantic relationship, but she didn't want a relationship where she felt used either.

Emma cracked her neck and knuckles. She had worked out what she was going to say. She'd say it, thank Regina and leave. Simple as that.

Using the key card, Emma took another deep breath as the indicator turned green. Good thing she did, because as she stepped into the room her breath was taken away.

"Uh, Regina?" Emma glanced around the living area of the suite, her eyes were immediately drawn to the elegantly set dining room table, right next to the balcony with a beautiful view of the city. There was a white table cloth, a white plate on top of a gold plate, next to silverware that was set in that fancy pattern she'd seen in the movies. White napkins were on the plates.

The light in the room was low and lit candles were on the table, giving off a soft glow. A bottle of wine appeared to be chilling nearby.

"Thank God you're here Ms. Swan," the familiar voice came from the bedroom. "I thought I'd have to gorge myself on cheese before we had a chance to eat."

"Emma."

"Right, Emma." Regina affirmed, giving the blond a half smirk as she entered the dining area. "Find the room okay?"

"Yeah," she glanced over at the table. "What's all this?"

"Dinner," Regina said. "I told you I needed to eat and wanted you to join me," Regina was significantly shorter with her heels off, and Emma looked down to see the brunette's face scrunched up in confusion.

"No. I know that, but," she gestured to the set up. "When you said dinner, and it turned out to be in the room, I just assumed…I don't know. Something….different." Emma just shrugged.

"I love the food here," Regina said reaching over and taking a piece of cheese off of an appetizer tray Emma didn't see when she first entered, "but I prefer to eat in the room. The restaurant and bar tends to be loud and full of people attempting to secure company for the evening." Emma nodded and watched as the shorter woman picked up the room phone and said a few words before taking a seat at the table.

Emma did the same, glancing around uneasily as she noted the number of forks at her place setting.

"We can go down to the restaurant if you'd like to see it," Regina said, picking up a menu. "I don't mind."

"No. I'm ok." This was definitely not what she thought was in for. It felt almost like a private date. Her thoughts were interrupted with a quick knock on the door, followed by two men in suits entering the room. One quickly went to moving the appetizer trays out the way and setting down and basket of rolls and a dinner salad in front of each woman, while the other filed glasses with water. After a quick nod, the one man left, leaving the other smiling at the two.

"Ladies," he said quirking his shoulders. "I am Michael and I'll be your waiter this evening. I hope you have had a chance to look at the menu."

Emma simply looked on in shock. Who the hell got table service in their room?

[SQ]

"Oh wow. That was awesome," Emma sat back looking down to see her stomach slightly visible from the tight dress. No she shouldn't have ate that entire serving of chocolate cake, but she couldn't help it. I was delicious. Perfect ending to the strip steak she had.

Regina had been less indulgent and only ate a few bites of her mousse before sitting back and watching Emma eat with a grin. How the woman managed to keep the body she had white eating like a hostage was a wonder. She really wanted to run a BMR test on the blonde.

"It was good wasn't it, dear," Regina's legs were crossed as she sipped her wine, her grey dress showcasing her shapely legs in the position, brown eyes glancing out at the city light gleaming in the night. "I love this view."

"It's great." Emma turned her head, looking at the sight that greeted them from the dining room. It was truly beautiful. From this height and direction, New York looked like the shining gem it was. High rise buildings, lights in nearly every window. People and cars busying themselves below. It was a snapshot of what people expected in New York. Glamour, wealth, prestige. Nothing like that New York that was her reality.

"I've never seen it like this ya know," the blonde said stepping up to the picture window.

"Seen what?"

"New York. I've never seen it from this view or angle or whatever."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Buildings this high up don't cater to people like me," she let out a mirthless laugh. "Up here it looks so perfect. So pretty, full of promise and mystery."

"And it's all one big lie," Regina finished for her, surprising Emma. She placed her wine glass down, joining the other woman, but opting to lean against the edge of the couch instead of standing. "So beautiful and prestigious, but under all the glamour is an empty promise."

"Not completely empty," Emma said. "Look at you."

"Yes. I have everything and nothing. Even when you attain the city's promises, it's not what you want. It's not the fun ride it's made out to be."

"Tell me about it. I came here from Boston when I was pregnant, thinking I could do something." She sighed and shook her head. "I painted this picture of coming here and everything would turn out right. I'd work my way up, have just enough for me and Henry. Now I'm wondering just how dumb could I be."

"You're not dumb Emma. I thought that as long as I was away from my mother, everything that was wrong in my life would fix itself. But here I am, years later and still on this leash. Still afraid of losing everything and everyone…although honestly I don't really have anyone to lose."

"You got me!" Emma said turning. "I'm here."

"Ah, yes….my friend" The brunette reached out, pulling the blonde in for a quick press on the lips. "My….special friend." Regina arched an eyebrow. She wasn't sure if she could actually consider Emma a friend, they had only known each other a couple of weeks. They had talked and felt a connection, an understanding, but there was no guarantee that Emma was genuinely a friend, someone who was going to stick around once the sex ended. Once she found someone she wanted to be with, this was going to be over.

"Of course," Emma whispered. Emma had seen the quick flash of hurt across Regina's face when she spoke. It was fast, but she'd saw it. Even after doing all this, giving Emma a chance to experience an evening she wouldn't have imagined in a million years, the executive still didn't think that she had anyone. Pulling Regina in by the back of her neck, she traced her tongue along the seam of the brunette's lips, pushing the shorter woman back against the arm of the couch. With a little more prodding the executive gave in, allowing Emma to stroke the inside of her mouth, the blonde's tongue massaging her own.

Regina exhaled through her nose, snaking her arms up and around Emma's neck, pulling the taller woman in securely. As her back began arching, dangling her precariously over the arm of the couch, she broke the kiss, leaving her arms around the blonde.

"I'm about to fall over, dear," she whispered. "Perhaps we need to take this to the bedroom."

"No," Emma grinned, "This is fine." She smirked, pushing the brunette onto the couch, before crawling on top of her. Emma hiked up the brunette's dress to her waist, pulling shapely legs around her torso as she settled on top of the executive.

"I hope you are not suggesting we-" Regina's comment was cut off as the blonde pressed their lips together again. Instead of the fast paced, aggressive meeting that was their first kiss of the night, this was a slower, more deliberate meeting. She relaxed and sighed into the suddenly caring embrace. She knew this was all temporary, but as the blonde pressed her deeper in the couch, she couldn't care.

A low moan escaped her throat as she could feel Emma's fingers tracing along her spine. Gentle fingers moved from her back and over to her side, stroking her through the fabric of the dress.

"Emma," she mumbled as the younger woman broke the kiss, nipping at her jaw and towards her throat. The blonde answered with a grunt, nibbling on a particularly sensitive spot behind Regina's ear, causing the woman to arch up.

As Regina pushed up into Emma's arms, sitting them up, the blonde took the opportunity to unzip the dress. She punctuated each inch of skin exposed with a kiss to the brunette's neck. Regina could feel her breathing becoming disjointed in Emma's arms. This was not how their night was supposed to go. The younger woman was being too gentle. Too caring. She wasn't treating this as a good fuck, but like something more.

So why couldn't she make herself change the pace?

Confident lips attached to Regina's mouth as the dress was finally open. Short nails trailed up and down her back sending ripples of pleasure that shot straight to the executive's core. Unable to breathe, she tore their lips apart again, inhaling deeply through her mouth as Emma moved her kisses down to the brunette's chest. Her tongue mapped its way across the olive skin, moving the dress down as she went.

Regina pulled her arms out of the dress, not caring about the wrinkles now forming in the Michael Kors original. With her arms free, Emma pushed the fabric down, then pushed Regina back, lengthening her body on the furniture. A warm wet mouth quickly enveloped the right nipple through her bra.

"Yes," she murmured as the blonde's free hand began massaging her left breast. Looking for purchase, Regina tangled her hands into the blond hair currently fanned across her chest. Emma bit down on the harden nub, causing the brunette to shudder and tighten her grip. The younger woman quickly moved her mouth the other breast, repeating the process. Although time seem to have speeded up, Regina could tell that the blonde was taking her time, as if they had all night. As if they were more.

Regina sat up quickly, pushing the blonde off of her.

"Reg-what?" Emma started, as Regina straddled her lap, facing her. She pulled the blonde into a kiss, this one less loving, more aggressive, but just as passionate as the others. She wasted no time in reaching for the zipper to the red dress, moving it down as she grinded her hips onto the woman beneath her.

"You were taking too long dear," she whispered, nibbling on the blonde's ear.

"I was savoring you," Emma shuddered out, reaching out to hold onto Regina's hips as she rocked. Stopping her grinding, Regina sat back, locking eyes with the blonde. There was no sarcasm in the younger woman's tone. No humor in her eyes.

"Savor me?" she whispered.

"Yes," Emma slid her fingers up from Regina's hips, caressing her back as she slowly pushed the woman into her, causing their foreheads to touch. "I don't want to rush. With a body like yours, I want to explore. I want to learn what feels good to you; where your spot is. I want to concentrate until I know each and every place on your body that makes your shudder."

"Really," Regina breathed out in anticipation. As Emma spoke, the blondes fingers began tracing lines up her back and across the back of her neck; over to her jaw.

"Of course. Isn't that what any special friend would do?" The brunette nodded. She wanted this. She longed for this. Yes this was all make believe. It was a fantasy, but what was wrong with indulging herself? She longed for a lover; yes a lover who wanted to make her feel good. Who treated her like she was wanted.

This time when she connected their lips, the executive matched Emma's earlier tone. It was tentative and hesitant, but the blonde quickly took control, increasing the tempo. As their tongues explored the other's mouth, Emma resumed her exploration of the older woman's body. With no struggle, she released the hooks on the back of the lace bra, then pulled the garment off Regina, never breaking their kiss. She could feel the urgency in the blonde's shaking hands as she secured her grip on Regina's ass, lifting her up slightly then standing up, holding the brunette by her butt.

"Oh my god," Regina murmured, wrapping her legs tightly around the blonde's waist. Emma turned them around and then deposited Regina back on the couch. She shrugged out of her own dress, before pulling the grey dress from Regina's hips. Both garments were carelessly kicked to the side as Emma kneeled down to work the executive's stockings down her hips.

Regina raised her hips easily, surprised by the fact that she couldn't care less about what happened to her clothes. Biting her lip, she gripped the edge of the couch, feeling the wetness seeping out of her. Emma was taking way too long.

"Ms. Swan," she gritted out, arching an eyebrow. Emma simply grinned in response, then proceeded to nip the inside of the executive's thigh. "Not where I want you." She tried to pull the blonde up by her shoulders, but the strength she had displayed a moment ago wasn't an isolated incident. Regina couldn't move her. Realizing the futility of her struggles, she just laid back, enjoying the sensation of Emma placing endless kisses up one leg and down the other.

She hadn't felt this….not loved…but cared for, in a long time. Not since Mal. Each kiss and nibble that went up her leg went straight to her core. This didn't feel like a placating move to entice Regina to return the favor. No the look on the blondes face and the way she touched her felt as if Emma was wanting this just as much as she was.

Finally on her next trip down, Emma took Regina's lace panties with her. The executive immediately cleared her mind of the worry as to whether she should be sitting naked on hotel room furniture as Emma's kisses started to approach the apex of her thighs.

Her hand made it's way down into the blonde curls as the woman's mouth made contact with her center. The kisses and licks weren't timid, but they were purposefully avoiding the place Regina wanted her. She had been wound up so tight, and she knew it wouldn't take long to come if only Emma would let her.

"Please," she murmured, angling her hips in an attempt to get Emma to give attention to her clit. Her movements only caused the blonde to grab hold a tight grip on her waist, holding Regina in place as her mouth continued its work. Regina could feel the tongue flicking inside her body, licking as deep as the muscle could go. Occasionally the blonde would remove her tongue and suck on her outer lips before going back in, tongue fucking her.

"Yes," Regina nearly screamed as the woman finally made contact with her clit, flicking her tongue against the hard nub. Calling out to a deity she didn't believe in, she pulled the woman's face as close as it could go, grinding against it in an attempt to speed up her oncoming orgasm. "Oh my god, yes! Please! Please!"

She could hear herself begging in a voice that didn't really sound like her. As her hips continued undulating, Emma added a single finger into her core, setting her off. She arched up, grabbing hold of the blonde's shoulder as her body nearly flew off the couch, an uncontrollable scream leaving her lips.

As the moving of her hips slowed, the pace of Emma's thrusting increased. Tearing her mouth away from Regina's clit, the blonde pressed her mouth against Regina's, putting a second finger inside the brunette. She set a steady pace as she laid the brunette down lengthwise on the couch, settling her underwear clothed body on top of the brunette.

Regina met Emma's kisses with equal fervor, thrusting her tongue inside the blonde's mouth in time with Emma's fingers inside her own body. Every stroke hit her right, the blonde's fingers curling to stroke the spot that sent sweet tendrils of pleasure down her spine and straight around to her clit. Her own hands clawed down Emma's back, no doubt leaving light welts as the blondes pace increased to a nearly frantic level.

"That's it baby," Emma whispered into her ear as light whimpers began to emanate from Regina's throat. Unable to form words, the brunette's open mouth only let out small squeaks in time with Emma's thrusts. Regina hooked one leg around Emma's, her hips going up to meet the blonde's hand, her breath panting evenly in the younger woman's ear.

"Fuck," she yelled feeling the tingles beginning in her lower stomach. "Emma!"

"That's it," Emma curled her free arm around the brunette, pulling her up, their bodies flush, skin sliding against skin. Her thrusts increased in frequency and depth, hitting the brunette deep inside.

"Yes!" Regina's shattering scream was swallowed by Emma's mouth, the blonde plundering her mind and body wholly. She could feel her insides pulsating against the younger woman's fingers as they were being held inside her, unmoving, filling her completely.

As the kiss ended, Emma continued to hold the shuddering brunette against her. She slid her fingers out, Regina's insides continuing to pulse. Turning them over, she pulled the spent brunette atop her, circling her arms around the uncharacteristically quiet woman.

"You okay?" she asked. Regina nodded, not trusting herself to speak. As casual as this arrangement was, Regina knew she'd be upset when it had to end. And It had to end. There was no other alternative. She was not going to give up her career for anyone. But laying there, o ntop of the blonde, feeling soft hands trace across her back, she could act as if that wasn't a reality. Pretend that this didn't have an expiration date.

"Perfect dear," she said sitting up and grinning at the blonde. "Now how about we take this to the bedroom?"

[SQ]

"I was thinking," Regina lifted up, dislodging the hand that had been running through her hair, pulling the high thread count sheet up to keep her warm. "I am looking for a vacation home in Florida and I'm going to be viewing the properties next month…or so….when I finally get some time off. You should come with me."

"Florida?"

"Yes. Florida. It won't be more than a couple of days and I could use the company," Regina had been putting off the home viewing for a while. Her realtor had balked at her request for a condo and found some homes, sprawling villas really, but she honestly had no one who would be going on vacation with her. What was the point of a giant vacation home by herself? At least if Emma was with her she could fool herself into thinking this wasn't a useless purchase mean to compensate for her life. "I mean…you don't…you don't have to come…."

"I-I'd like to," Emma mumbled. "It sounds nice, but…I can't afford…."

"Oh please. I'm not going to invite you to South Beach and then tell you to buy your own ticket. I'm not stupid Emma," Regina couldn't up but slap her hand at the bare hip, leading the blonde to grab her hand in her own, holding her still. "I am inviting you as my guest."

"Oh, well…I that case," Emma shrugged and smirked, stroking the brunettes fingers. "When are we going? I'll need to make plans with Henry."

"I'll let you know Monday. I have to check my calendar and coordinate my leave with our CEO, as I'll be taking a full 3 days for myself and God knows what will happened then," she said rolling her eyes.

Ready for Florida?