A/N: So I lied, this is going to be more than a two shot. Thank you for the kudos reviews and follows! I live for that stuff and it really helps to know what your favorite parts are and what you'd like to see more of and I really love to read feedback!
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The high end wedding dress shop only booked appointments for two brides at a time.
Regina was already standing outside, sipping a coffee, when Emma arrived with her already weeping mother Mary Margaret and her secret ex-girlfriend Lily. The party hadn't even set foot in the shop and Regina could already feel the tension in the air.
The other bridal party was comprised of college aged sorority girls who had turned the place into a party and were taking full advantage of the store's complimentary wine policy. The light classical music and minimal white furniture seemed marred by the raucous nature of the stoked group of girls.
Regina noticed Emma didn't seem to be on speaking terms with any of her rag tag group, and she kept her sunglasses on even when they were inside.
"Hello! Welcome to 'Beating Hearts Bridal'" the cheery and elegant sales woman greeted them with a wide grin that was not returned by any of the people looking at her.
Regina mustered a smile, and pushed into the shop to look around. Emma still hadn't said so much as a 'hello' to her, and she worried that she had effectively severed their communication by walking away from their drinks.
She wanted to pull Emma aside and say something, but Mary Margaret had her mitts wrapped tightly around her daughter it was a wonder Emma was still breathing. Lily looked sullen and bored and immediately took a seat on one of the many chairs that were arranged around the bridal pedestal, to flip through one of the hairstyle magazines that were displayed.
"Oh my God, Cassandra you look like a princess!"
"Yes! I'll drink to that dress, girl!"
The other patrons were past the point of gleeful and bordering on obnoxious with their shrill shrieking and bouncing up and down so much the floor seemed to shake a little.
Regina cleared her throat and let the sales woman lead them to the rack of dresses for Emma to pick something out.
"Mom, I can just wear the dress from the first wedding. I really don't need a new one."
"Oh, honey! For one, you've gained a few pounds since the trip to Orlando, that old dress will never fit your figure right, and that wedding was Cinderella themed, this wedding is sailing themed," Mary Margaret pinched at Emma's belly and spoke in a condescending tone that hurt Regina's ears.
She took another gulp from her rapidly cooling coffee cup in attempt to tamp down the wave of anger that was brewing. Regina didn't like Emma's mother, but she had to concede that she called the shots and was paying for Regina to basically do her bidding.
"Whatever, it was a big white dress," Emma mumbled and busied herself by sorting through the array of dresses like she was sorting socks.
"I can't believe it!" The other bride was screaming and tears were running down her eyes as she twirled in the three way mirror, holding up the skirt of her dress and fawning over herself indulgently. "I never thought the very first dress I tried on would be the one, but this, this is it!"
"When you know you know, darling," another sales woman said, clasping her hands together and clapping as the sorority sisters all formed a circle and squeaked in a pitch that reached a height only dogs could hear.
"Why can't you be like her?" Mary Margaret faux whispered to Emma, as she plucked the ugliest and poofiest dress off the rack. Regina winced as she practically threw it at the sales woman and kept hunting.
"I would happily take the first dress you throw on me," Emma replied as she yanked some more dresses down the rod. "Just let me try something on so I can go eat already."
Regina bit her tongue until Emma pushed passed her mother and started stomping off to the fitting area. She followed closely behind her. Their sales woman, aka personal bridal consultant, had unzipped the chiffon laden, poofy sleeved dress that Mary Margaret had picked out and instructed Emma to take off her clothes in the smaller dressing room.
Before she disappeared behind the screen Emma walked right up to Regina's face, "I don't think I need your help, why don't you go ask my mom about her idea for the ring bearer to be a bird."
"Emma, wait…"
Regina felt her mouth drop open when Emma ignored her, turned on her heel and flung the curtain in place. Regina stood there frozen on the spot by the indignant rudeness that Emma had just shown her, before her expression turned dark and she flung back the curtain. She would not be walked away from.
"I am here because I am your-," Regina lost her train of thought when she saw Emma in her underwear. The girl didn't need to be watching her weight, she looked thoroughly toned from head to toe, and Regina couldn't help but appraise every defined muscle from her thighs up to her biceps.
"What the hell, Regina?" Emma had been bending down working her skinny jeans off of her ankles, when Regina had busted in, in a blaze of fury. She softened immediately when her attention finally made way to Emma's reddened and tear streaked face.
Regina guzzled her coffee and averted her eyes, as she felt a blush of her own rising up her neck and behind her ears. "Your fiancé is lucky to have you."
Emma's face twisted in disgust at that comment and she tried to rip the curtain back in place, but Regina barged in not settling for being shut out.
"I said get out of here. I just want to try on this goddamned dress and be done with it."
"I'm sorry, that was extremely insensitive of me to say, Ms. Swan. I was just—" for the second time, Regna lost her train of thought. "You're wearing cheap hot pink panties to try on wedding dresses?"
At that observation another person slipped around the curtain. "Hey, I remember those Hello! Kitty panties," Lily snickered. "I bought them for her. Emma, I can't believe you kept them. It's been what? Four years?"
"Get out!" Emma screamed. Regina and Lily both took a step back, just as the sales woman stepped by to help Emma into the dress.
"My, oh my, we've got a bit of a bridezilla on our hands, gosh! Oh, that's a Monday for ya."
Regina looked over Lily with narrowed eyes. The girl looked average and rough by Regina's estimation. She couldn't understand what Emma had seen in her.
"Uh, maybe we should give her some space?" Lily turned and looked at Regina. "You know I only bought her those panties as a joke."
Regina nodded curtly and retreated swiftly, only to have the pleasure of sitting on the sofa next to Mary Margaret who was holding Cassandra's hand and looking at her wide eyed with this weird dimpled chin expression that was supposed to radiate caring and joy, but only looked fake and sickening to Regina.
"May your wedding day be as beautiful as you are, Cassandra. It was such a pleasure to get to share in your special experience," Mary Margaret waved and hummed in contentment.
"Thanks, I hope your daughter finds a dress today," the other bride said before skipping off to join her friends.
"One can only hope," Mary Margaret remarked as she noticed Regina slinking down onto the couch. "Aww, Regina I'm so glad you could make it to the dress fitting. I am sure Emma appreciates having you here. I don't know what we'd do without your services.
Regina smiled coldly and lifted her eyebrows in response. The sales woman scampered out before them and acted like a magician's assistant about to reveal a sawed up body. She lifted her arms, and stated regally, "May I have your attention please as I present to you: the first dress!"
Emma waddled out with her usual swagger. She was barefoot and drowning in white material. The lace and dew drop pearls were covering up all her best features and the cut of the dress made her waist look boxy. Regina knew from seeing Emma's bare skin, that the woman's waist was anything but boxy. Mary Margaret gasped next her, Lily whistled and hollered with a leer.
"I love it!" Mary Margaret breathed out in an exhilarated rush, "You look like a vision in white."
Emma fiddled with her black bra straps that were visible beneath the dress, and Regina could see the cartoon feline face of Hello! Kitty plastered on Emma's butt when she turned around in the nearly translucent chiffon skirt.
"I hate it!" Regina boldly announced, while the three women stopped their various fidgeting and stared her down.
"Yeah, what Regina said," Emma pointed listlessly and bent down to scratch at her calf where the material was already causing some sort of skin reaction.
"If you and I were getting married I'd let you wear a suit and converse," Lily commented snidely.
Regina sprung up from her seat and pulled the sales woman to the corner of the room. "It appears our bride forgot to bring her proper undergarments. Can you show me some of your wedding night lingerie selection?"
"Of course! Now, please excuse me, but which one of you two is the other bride?" The sales woman was still wearing her dumb smile as she pointed between Regina and Lily.
"Excuse you?" Regina asked dumbfounded. She followed the woman's finger so closely she went cross eyed. She stammered uncharacteristically, "That is a highly unprofessional assumption!"
"I'm sorry, ma'am… it's just-."
"It's just what?" Regina crossed her arms and straightened her spine in her best and effective imposing posture.
"It's just that you two look… right together."
Regina was rendered speechless as she contemplated what the sales woman was saying. She couldn't possibly mean her and Emma.
"Lily?" Regina questioned softly in disbelief.
"Oh, all three of you?" The saleswoman blinked uncomprehending of Regina's strange contemplative demeanor. Regina didn't understand her reaction herself. "We fully support polyamory, it's become quite popular and it really helps our business: I mean selling three wedding dresses instead of just one at a time is quite the commission."
Regina had to set her straight.
"I'm the bride's wedding planner, and the other… lady there is her maid of honor, we are not in a polyamorous configuration of any sort. I am simply trying to help my client find her dream wedding dress, and it appears you are trying to deter me from that goal. We'd be happy to take our dress search and business elsewhere."
Regina felt embarrassed and livid for reasons she couldn't express. Why would the sales woman think that she was with Emma? And why would she assume that low life Lily woman was as well?
"Of course, that won't be necessary. Let me show you our lingerie collection. It's quite extensive," the woman demurred immediately. "Right this way."
As she led Regina to another corner of the store, she could hear Lily and Mary Margaret fighting over the next monstrosity of a dress that Emma was fated to try on.
Loving the feel and look of fine silk and fabric was one of Regina's many guilty pleasures. She felt a bit more in her element as she perused the drawers and cabinets containing fancy white corsets and garters.
"Hmm, this and this," Regina picked gently through until she found the perfect combination that she could imagine hugging and accentuating Emma's curves. She couldn't deny she enjoyed hand picking the garments that she knew would be so close to soft skin.
She held up various styles of panties: thongs and virginal modest looking microfibers until she found the perfect cut for Emma's rear. She realized that if Emma were her girlfriend she'd only purchase perfect expensive lingerie like she deserved. Certainly, there would be no cheap cartoon characters looking like they were trying to eat her ass. Emma wasn't a child, no matter how hard her mother and ex-girlfriend tried to keep her one.
Regina chastised herself for imagining that she'd be the one to slowly undress Emma on her wedding night and pull her into bed. She sniffed loudly and rolled her neck to keep the mouthwatering and highly inappropriate thoughts away. Emma was a grown woman and her choices were hers alone. Regina was simply there to support her in whatever choices she made.
"Oh Emma!" the loud ever effervescent woman called as she took the lingerie selection back to the front of the store. "Your wedding planner has a surprise for you."
Regina grimaced at the tone in which she said 'wedding planner' it made her feel cheap. She rallied her emotions and was relieved to see that Emma's mood had downgraded from highly pissed to neutral with a pinch of downtrodden.
"What is it?" Mary Margaret asked in an overbearing rush, like she could sniff out anything specially meant for her daughter only and come running into paw through it first.
Luckily, the bridal shop woman had her back, "Just something to help with the dress fittings."
Regina balked at the dress Lily was holding up, in front of her. It was uglier than the last itchy poof ball thing. Mary Margaret really did have the taste of 17th century royalty when it came to weddings. The only saving grace was that Emma simply didn't care about any of this, so she knew there wouldn't be an impassioned argument on the merits of one dress over another.
Licking her lips, and wishing for another cup of coffee, Regina tried her luck once more and slipped back into the fitting area, or what was rapidly becoming the only bit of land where Mary Margaret dare not tread.
She heard Emma's voice low and sultry from behind the curtain before she saw her, "And here I was thinking you liked my black bra and pink panties, Regina."
She peeked through the edge of the curtain, and saw Emma's green eyes staring back at her. Regina looked at her own toes. The thought of Emma putting on those specialty items were causing a familiar ache between her legs. Regina licked her lips and gave up on fighting the sensation. She knew how much she got off on exquisite lingerie adorning a beautiful figure.
"I just think you'll be more comfortable if you try on undergarments that you'd be wearing for the actual wedding, dear," Regina's voice sounded thick to her own ears, like she was talking with a mouthful of melted honey.
"I'm here to try on stuff so I might as well try on more stuff. This has to be better than the actual dresses. At least there's less of it," Emma said as Regina listened to rustling and stomping on the other side of the curtain with mild alarm.
"How am I supposed to get these panty hose up, there's only one leg and why so many clips?" Emma sounded frustrated. There was a long moment of silence and Regina bit her lip. She was about to ask, but didn't want to upset Emma again. God knew she already had one overbearing suffocating mother, she didn't need another.
"Um, how does anyone figure out this strappy lacy stuff?" Emma asked in frustration. "Regina? Are you still there?"
"Yes," Regina perked up. "I know how to put those items on properly."
Emma laughed, but pulled open the curtain and looked her over. "And who do you dress up like a high class hooker?"
"Myself." Regina reached up and pulled back the curtain to let herself in. Emma had one stocking rolled half way up her leg and she was still in her bra and garish pink panties.
"Oh," Emma said simply as a flicker of emotion rolled over her face. She staggered backward as Regina motioned for her to sit down in the chair behind her. She sat and Regina kneeled in front of her. She looked at Emma for silent permission before slowly and gently unrolling the white stocking. She eased it up Emma's calf as she went. Emma stared at her, and Regina's breath hitched in reverence.
The act of dressing a woman in stocking was undeniably Regina's favorite, and to have the honor of doing Emma, well, Regina wasn't the type of woman to get down on her knees for the benefit of another person. Emma was causing all kinds of exceptions to the rules, and she felt her mind shift with each inch of leg she covered in fine silk.
Emma shouldn't go through with this wedding, and the idea of asking her to call it off was growing steadfast with each tug on the fabric. Regina ran her hands up the length of muscular calves to smooth out the fine wrinkles and then she brushed her fingers behind Emma's knees to bring the stocking up to her thighs and felt her tense slightly.
Without words, Regina repeated her ministrations on the other leg, perhaps she lingered a bit, felt a bit more than necessary, but Regina was a perfectionist through and through and she was beginning to believe that Emma was perfection incarnate.
"Where's the belt?" She embarrassed herself by sounding slightly out of breath when she broke the silence in the room. Emma pointed to the pile of lacy items behind her. Regina tore her eyes away from Emma's legs for a minute while she picked up the panties and the garter belt.
"I can put those on," Emma mumbled embarrassed and snatched the underwear from Regina's hands. Out of decorum, and trying to stop herself from appearing like an out and out pervert, Regina turned away, and listened to Emma shimmy out of her kitties and into finery. Regina watched the perpetually startled face of the white and pink cat sail across the room and land in the corner. A moment later Emma said, "Okay, I'm ready for the belt thing."
Regina turned back to her and slipped the lace belt into her hands. She stepped into it carefully and pulled all the way up around her waist. "No, it goes here," Regina reached for it and slid it down around her hips. She kept her thumbs hooked in the belt and snapped the elastic against Emma's hip bones. The action elicited a fine gasp from the blonde, and Regina smiled coolly as jolt of warmth struck her own center.
By the time she had finished snapping all the clips onto the lace tops of the stockings she was aroused beyond a shadow of a doubt. Regina had just been up close and personal with Emma's scrumptious looking rump and it had taken all of her willpower not to give it a little smack just to see how it jiggled. The underwear she'd picked out had been the perfect choice and perhaps a hint too small, but the way they clung to her ass cheeks was sinful.
Just as Regina was unclasping Emma's old bra, the sales lady shouted, "Are you getting it all worked out, ladies?"
"Just another minute," Emma shouted in a shaky voice. Regina tried to rush, despite wanting to take all day to undress and redress Emma in this way. She inhaled through her nose and fixated on the lovely symmetry of Emma's bare back and shoulders. Emma had to uncover her chest, for Regina to fit the strapless bustier around her breasts. She seemed hesitant, and Regina whispered, "Don't worry, I won't look."
"What if…?" Emma started and then shook her head. Regina desperately wanted her to finish the question, but she didn't think she could handle any more exposure to Emma's exposed skin and not lose her tentative grip on control. She was already breathing funny, not to mention pulsing and wet between the legs. Dress shopping wasn't supposed to be this arousing, and Regina needed to get on with this if she had any hope of making it through without getting slapped with a client sexual harassment suit.
Emma held the front of the ivory boned corset in place while Regina pulled and tightened the laces. "Suck in," Regina whispered in her ear, and stopped herself a hairsbreadth away from ghosting her lips over the shell of Emma's ear. This close and she could smell Emma's shampoo as she smoothed her long curled tresses over her shoulder so they wouldn't interfere with the lacing.
"It's tight," Emma panted.
"It's not," Regina countered. With a final tug she finished the laces off in a bow. Emma breathed out and turned around. She was looking down and pointing white silk toe out on the carpet and drawing circles sheepishly. "So?" She asked softly.
"So what?" Regina barely heard her she was hungrily drinking in the overflow of cleavage, her curves and the adorable V between her perfectly thick thighs.
"How does it look?" Emma sounded entirely embarrassed and vulnerable.
"Look at me," Regina stepped forward and lifted her chin with her finger. Her green eyes looked soft and pained. "You look gorgeous."
Emma smiled and held her gaze. Regina knew her own eyes gave away her feelings, but she didn't care. Emma was in need of a confidence boost if for nothing else and she deserved to know how beautiful she looked.
Sham wedding or not, this was still part of her special day. Regina edited herself from saying her true feelings on the matter and the part about wanting to undress Emma then and there, push her back onto the chair, spread her legs and slip her fingers beneath those expensive panties to work her just right until she came all over her hand.
The moment was interrupted by the impatient sales woman, undoubtedly acting on the orders of Mary Margaret to hurry things along. She barged in with the next dress and Regina glanced apologetically at Emma as she was swallowed up in layers of poofy material.
Regina had a hard time going back to the sofa and sitting quietly while Emma modeled dress after dress. Each one Mary Margaret would gasp and fan herself as she insisted that the dress was perfect, but then slowly as Emma turned around she would find a minor, but in her opinion, fatal flaw.
This process repeated more times than Regina could count. She lost track of time on the whole, and could only work to keep up a normal front while her mind was going crazy replaying the earlier scene in the dressing room.
She was startled out of her reverie when Emma hit her breaking point. "The dress will never be perfect mother! I will never be perfect!"
Then Emma was frantically pulling the biggest dress yet over her head, clawing and grabbing handfuls of fabric just to get it off of her, and she stormed back to the dressing room in just her lingerie, giving everyone an eyeful as she left the dress for dead in the middle of the short catwalk.
A minute later, Emma reappeared redressed in her jeans and shirt. The lingerie was still obviously underneath. She took off out of the door, without looking back at any of them, but yelling something about needing a pastrami sandwich ASAP or she would surely die.
"What's gotten into her?" Mary Margaret asked truly perplexed. Regina didn't respond and Lily shrugged and yawned.
