Summary: Set after season 3. Peaceful Storybrooke. Regina is brokenhearted, still not talking to Emma. Emma is bored because there's literally nothing going on, until one day she finds out that somebody opened a new Salsa club in town. When Ruby invites her to see what that is all about, curiosity ended up getting the best of her. And they are about the get very surprised.
Author's note: Nope, I'm not obsessed with Maroon 5. It is just like, every time I listen to a song, I can easily picture a scene with these two lovely ladies. Firstly, I thought about picking a Spanish song for this particular chapter, but since not everyone knows Spanish, and this fan fiction is, after all, for English readers, I decided to leave the Spanish songs for the story itself, only. This song, however, does help to paint the picture. Please review?
"And I can't wait another minute
I can't take the look she's giving
Your body rockin'
Keep me up all night
One in a million
My lucky strike"
(Maroon 5)
Damn it. Another Friday night at home. Not that she would mind spend some nights at home, but all the baby talk and the baby-did-that was driving her crazy. Even Henry was smart enough to make some friends and since he was practically a teenager, he was out with 'the guys', how he'd like to call. She was all alone, except for her parents, and her newborn baby brother. Still.
There was no fun in Storybrooke. She did absolutely all she could, but she was still bored. Girls night out with Ruby and Tink at Rabbit Hole, movie nights, shot nights, and even patrol nights, but everything was peaceful and she didn't have anything else to do. She even envisioned going back to New York City for a weekend of fun, but she knew that at the moment she got back, she would miss it even more. She just wished something, or someone, to spice things up a little. And, since her love life was practically inexistent after she dumped the pirate, this was not going on soon enough.
Next day, she was at Granny's, lazily making bubbles in her milkshake, when Ruby approached, more than excited. "Emma, cheer up!"
She didn't even bother to look at her. She was really starting to get depressed.
"Emma! I'm talking to you, He-lloo!" Finally, Emma gave up and tried to listen to the perky brunette. "There's a new place in town… and I sense that we're gonna love-it!"
"Seriously, Ruby? What could possibly happen in Storybrooke that we didn't see before? What's so special about this place anyway?"
"Don't be such a whiner, Emma. Listen: there's this new club, the owner is unknown, but everybody who's hot is talking about it, it is so exclusive, and you need invitations to get in, and we only know two things: its name, Limbo, and that is a salsa club."
"Really? A salsa club, here in Storybrooke?" But Emma didn't seem much impressed at all. "This mysterious owner is about to get bankrupted, that is." She chuckled. Ruby didn't laugh. She just stared. Giving in, the blonde just sighed. "Even if we wanted to go – which I'm not saying that is the case, at all – we don't have invitations. So, what's the point anyway?"
"Aw, Emma. You used to be lots of fun." Ruby finally said, leaving to fulfill her waitress's duties.
The week passed as normal as possible. Breakfast at Granny's, take-out menu for lunch and spending time with the kid, when he wasn't busy with his new friends. Thursday nights, she watched her little brother for her parents get some time for themselves, and the idea of them having more social – and love life – than her was already getting really annoying.
The doorbell rang just before 9pm and she just sighed, thinking that their parents forgot the key – again. However, it was Ruby instead. She rushed into the apartment, and for a split second, Emma thought that something was really going on. But Ruby smiled and then all the thoughts and hopes for adventure just were washed away. "Who's your daddy? Say it!"
"What?" Emma was in no mood.
"Chill out, Swan. I'm your daddy, and you know why? Because I'm hot. And you're hot too, and we're going, tomorrow night, to Limbo." She then, flashed the tickets she was hiding behind her back. "Your wishes came true, girlfriend. And we are going rock this town!" She finished, with a low wolf whistle.
"Nah, I'll pass." Emma managed to say before Ruby got really angry and grab her by the wrists. The blonde wouldn't admit it out loud, but she got a little scared by the act of strength.
"Emma, what is wrong with you? You said you were bored as hell and the first time we got the chance to do something fun, something different, you just will pass? C'mon!"
"I'm not even into Latin music!" Emma squealed, a little startled by the angry act of her friend. I wonder if she can turn into wolf right now. She grimaced.
"Oh no, lady. I won't have it. This excuse is pathetic. I know about your time in NYC and Boston, and you would never, never dismiss an invitation like that." She was absolutely right. The thing is, Storybrooke was filled with non-interesting people. Which didn't really help the case at all. "Maybe you're just getting old and tired." Ruby knew she was pushing a little too far, but desperate matters needed desperate measures.
"What? I'm not old." Emma scoffed, clearly taking the bait.
"Oh no? Your twelve-year old son has more social life than you. I've heard he's even got a girlfriend!"
"A girlfriend? No! He would have told me."
"Yes, because teenage boys love to share with their parents." Ruby laughed. "Anyway, you're missing the point here. We have to go."
"Fine. I'll go. Happy? But if this place sucks, you'll be coming home alone."
"Great!" Ruby cheered. I'll pick you up tomorrow at 10 pm sharp. Forget jeans, forget your leather. It is finally time for your little red dress." And then, she was gone, not even waiting for Emma to respond.
Limbo, indeed. The facade was all black, with sharp angles and very modern geometries to a small town in Maine. It was practically made of steel, tinted glass and black painted concrete. The building looked more like an abandoned warehouse in a city like Detroit. The place simply did not belong. Yet there was a waiting line anyway.
With tickets in hand, the huge security didn't even say a word, just raised the red rope that led to the door, making the ones that have been waiting complain. Emma just shrugged and followed Ruby inside. She was wearing a red dress, strapless, which barely covered half of her thighs, and extremely tight. Emma was irresistible. For the first time since she moved to the small town, she was wearing heels. And the difference in her appearance was remarkable. The hair falling in curls to her waist, only maximized her sex appeal.
Ruby wasn't behind. She was wearing one too tight black dress with a neckline that would be considered immoral if they were not in a nightclub. Her dress was even shorter than Emma's, and she said the excess of skin on display was offset with long boots, 'pretty woman' style, above the knees.
The place was full of beautiful people, and most of them didn't seem to live in Storybrooke. Where did those people come from? Emma was delighted. She even forgot for a while why she didn't want to come at the first place. People danced like professionals while a hot Latin vibe soared through the air. At the bar, rows of shots on fire were being distributed freely to anyone who wanted, and some dancers acted like it was their stage, hopping on and bouncing like animals. People moved freely, wildly, in a way that Emma had never seen anywhere, nor in the hottest clubs in New York. It was mesmerizing.
Emma was still trying to absorb the scene when Ruby came with two shots on hands, and mouthed something like 'warm up', but Emma couldn't listen because of the loud sound. Emma just grinned and drank it all up, cleaning her mouth with the back of her hand. I hope it didn't ruin my make-up. In a second, there were more shots at hand and they kept drinking, nonstop. Each ounce of booze just increased the tipsy state they're both in already.
Ruby started to dance with some handsome guy and Emma just lost sight of her. Her mind was already buzzing and all the lights and moves of the people were starting to make her feel lightheaded. She leaned on the bar, still watching people on the dance floor. Some guys even approached her, but, truth to be told, she could feel herself becoming even gayer after the Walsh incident. Not going there so soon.
After a while, she decided to browse around and see what else this incredible mysterious club had to offer. She saw some staircase leading to god-knows-where. It was a second floor, more intimate. The type of dance that happened at that spot were of partners, and the couples involved seemed almost stuck together. The dance was slow, sensual, with the movements not only synchronized, but premeditated, since the body of one was like an extension of the other's. The light was low, and the smoke made it difficult to identify anyone, apart from certain motions of bodies. Emma found it too interesting not to look, and one particular brunette had all her attention.
She moved like there was no tomorrow, full of life, joy and fierceness. The guy could barely keep up with so many spins, legs entwined, and movements that were almost indecent. Emma was getting hotter and hotter just by looking at it. Damn, that woman is hot. And oh, how Emma missed women. It has been so long, and this city is not the place to experiment like that. The music didn't seem to help, at all, when she heard lyrics that fitted the occasion. "Con tu física y tu química también tu anatomía, la cerveza y el tequila y tu boca con la mía ya no puedo más..." Emma wasn't good at Spanish, but she knew enough to understand that, and also, hopelessly agree. The next song came around and the waiter just came offering more shots. Emma was starting to get dizzy from all the tequila, but she didn't want to stop either. After she took that shot, her eyes focused once more on the dance floor and the brunette was now looking at her. Emma almost gasped, but instead, held the heavy stare. The brunette seemed loose enough, and know was facing her, with the guy from behind, moving just like her. She was dancing for Emma. And, for that, Emma was almost dripping wet.
Of course Regina knew it was Emma. She recognized the ridiculous blonde since she came to this floor, but she didn't mind. She wouldn't mind, because she was already a little out of her mind. Regina was tired. Tired of this entire fairytale dynamic, tired of the pity looks she received, now that Robin Hood was trying again with Marian. She was tired of always having to please someone, to prove that she'd changed, and for that, she gained nothing. Well, not anything, but just Henry seemed to care, and she needed more. She was tired of always trying to be part of the good guys, mostly because her happy ending never came. So, she was there. Almost every night. Dancing her heart out and trying to feel something good, for a change. So, she knew the blonde was staring, but, at that point, she didn't mind playing around. Regina held the stare back to the blonde and waited for it to waver – she surely knew that the blonde wasn't tough enough, so it was just a matter of time and persistence. However, to her surprise, it didn't.
The music was making the couples sway and for that she had to turn and miss the blonde's stare. "Cuéntale que te conoci bailando, cuéntale que soy mejor que él, cuéntale que te traigo loca, cuéntale que no lo quieres ver..." Emma, though, continued to pay attention, specially seeing the way the hips of the brunette moved along the lyrics. God, she is pure sexiness. She seemed to really know what she was doing, not like those clueless people who lived the whole life dancing to Britney and suddenly decided to go Latin. She felt the song crawling into her body and the way that she was slave of the sound, of the beat, making her skin shimmer.
The guy, who seemed to be equally aroused by his dance partner, tried to grab a full hand of her assets between a hold in her waist that went a little too further down. Immediately, she stopped altogether and stepped away from him. But the guy, not too little drunk, grabbed her by the wrist and turned her on, making her front flash entirely against his. Emma nostrils flared with anger and jealousy, mostly because the woman made clear her intentions of walking away on him and the guy, ever the jerk, didn't seem to care. In a matter of seconds she was beside them, holding the guys shirt with a fist, and saying out loud to him to back off. The guy mocked her, laughing a little with his hands held up high, but ended up going away. Not that he would beat up a girl anyway, and the other one, after so many dances already, didn't seem to be getting anywhere he wanted her to.
Regina was startled with this random guy grabbing her by the wrist. If she did see that coming, he would be fried with a fireball. But, she didn't, and for that he should be glad, because not only he didn't know about her being the evil queen – and he was about to discover in the worst possible way – but also, Emma was not the one to back off a fight, so he would be in serious magical trouble. In some way, she guessed she should thank Emma for taking care of this matter without much violence.
"Are you alright?" Emma asked, for the first time taking a full look on the brunette's eyes. "Oh my god, Regina!"
That's it, the brunette thought. Now that she knows who I am, all the fun is ruined. Is it too much to ask for one night of pure joy and excitement? "I am fine, Miss-"But other guy interrupted. He must have seen the former queen dance all night as well, and he was interested, of course. "May I have this dance?"
Regina was prepared to flare up all the walls up again, to avoid getting closer to the pity talk of Miss Swan. Yet, she didn't have the time and other guy was already making a move on her. She only believed what happened when instead of trying to discuss their very much troubled relationship, Emma stepped up. "I'm sorry, but she's with me." She said, with a firm voice, not letting the guy guess wrongly. The guy just sighed and walked away, and Emma held one of Regina's hand.
"What are you doing-"
"Shh, just go with it." And, with that, Emma placed a firm hand on Regina's back and started to dance. "Tonight, we don't have to be ourselves. You can be just a woman in the club, and I'll be other woman in the club. No past. No blood feuds. Just us." Emma continued, whispering warm words so nearly Regina's flushed cheek that she couldn't help but shiver. Emma was surprisingly a pretty good dancer, and that made it easy for Regina to just let go of her thoughts and feel the music. Oh God, she was drunk. What was Emma wearing anyway? She never saw her like that and something inside of her was making her have some not so appropriate thoughts. Is that the way women dance together or…?
All thoughts were immediately stopped when Emma got even closer to the mayor. Their bodies were almost merging together to the sound of music and several people stopped dancing just to see them moving. Emma leaned her forehead into Regina's until the air they were breathing was pretty much the same. One hand continued to keep her closer by holding the brunette's back, and the other one got a little bold by pressing fingers into the mayor's shoulders. Regina was a little breathless of all these weirdly-good interaction, but Emma didn't seem to notice, mind or even stop.
The atmosphere around them was prickling with excitement. Who would imagine that they would have so much chemistry? Of course one time or another, they both have had considered something intense with each other, but nothing that trespassed minutes of pure lust. However, the way their bodies molded together made it clear that it was much more than that. Desire itself is not enough to describe what was happening between them. Thankfully, instead of trying to analyze the situation, they both silent agreed to just let it happen.
The beat began to shake a little more, and they continued without even blink. All that physical contact was beginning to taking its toll because clearly the two women were panting, flushed and a little sweaty. They did not stop, however. Cheeks glued together, hands roaming freely through the other's body, in order to feel more. It could've been considered foreplay, at that point.
If Regina only danced for Emma for fun at first, at this time, she knew very well what she wanted. Who she wanted at her bed, tonight. Feeling a little disadvantaged for the arousal Emma was causing her, she decided to regain the upper hand. Along with the song, she detached from the blond without drop her hand and turned around. With her back to the sheriff, she pulled Emma's arms around her waist and consequently, the blonde's entire body jointed her for behind. Emma's eyes turned dark with lust, but the mayor wasn't done. She started to rock her hips against Emma's crotch, which made it impossible for Emma to even breathe. She felt like she could pass out from this solely.
Still, the former queen wasn't done. Pressing both hands on top of Emma's, she decided that the blonde was too still, so, enlacing her fingers together with the blonde's ones, she encouraged Emma to caress her body. Emma felt her incredible firm abs, the curve of her rounded hips, the soft smooth skin of her upper tights and even a little of her boob's side, while traveling around her ribcage. Emma was going mad crazy with the touching, and Regina was purring along with it. This is too much. Emma felt like a teenage boy herself, close to get off just by touching this amazingly hot body. Oh my god. But Emma didn't believe in God. Because, if He was real, how could he give someone so much ability to tease and that kind of looks? That's unfair to the humanity.
However, this forwardness didn't work only for the blonde. Feeling those smooth warm hands along her body was driving Regina crazy on the way. Too long since she felt so much desire and passion towards someone, and she wouldn't stop until she found out exactly what this blonde has to offer her. And just when she thought that the blonde was eating on her hand quite literally, Emma surprised her, again. Deciding to go bold after so much provocation, the sheriff lightly bit the other woman's lobe, since she was so close to her anyway. This move, despite of being quite common among couples, was groundbreaking for them. Regina inhaled sharply and almost separated herself from the blonde, but Emma, feeling the building up tension, held her tight and started to kiss – lick her – beneath the earlobe, along the neck and even in the shoulder.
Too much, indeed. Regina, feeling her arousal grows to the moon, silently turned herself again and pressed her lips against Emma's. The kiss was deliberately steaming and the last straw for them – now failing to keep their hands off each other. Some guys started to whistle liking the girl-on-girl action, but they didn't seem to care. When the dance floor was not enough anymore Regina stopped, grabbed Emma by the hand and went to the restroom. As soon as the blonde stepped in the threshold, Regina pushed her to the nearest wall and started all over again. Only, this time, with her tight firmly placed between Emma's. She gasped with the contact, yet soon enough got used to it, and started to rock against Regina's. The former queen didn't seem shy, and started to pull up Emma's dress in order to feel her up. Emma moaned with wanting, and as soon as the mayor felt her drenched underwear, she couldn't hold on any longer. She pressed Emma's shoulders to the wall, in order to keep her still and kneeled in from of her. She grabbed the blonde's panties roughly down and immediately started to lick her entrance. God, this feels so good.
Regina was no woman of waiting for what she wanted. And what she truly wanted in this particular moment was Emma – in her mouth. The former queen was delighted to know that her effort was being appreciated, especially because the blonde couldn't keep her mouth shut. Emma was moaning loudly and without any care in the world while the brunette kept licking, nipping, and sucking her more than ready- engorged clit. Emma came not so long time after, because all of that was simply too much to handle. The mayor smirked, getting into her feet again and licking the corner of her mouth, still glistening with arousal. Emma groaned at the sight and kissed her, fiercely. This woman will be the dead of me.
Regaining some control, the blonde pushed Regina towards the sink, and made her lean on it with her palms splat on the marble surface. Having total access now, Emma didn't waste any second. She pulled the rim of the mayor's dress up until it barely covered taunt globes of flesh, and ripped her panties off. "Miss Swan, that was pure French lace!" Regina hissed.
"Oh, babe, you've ruined it before I did" Emma face was pure smugness. The smirk fell off her face in a second- becoming a very wanton growl when she felt how wet the former queen was already, and all for her. "Regina…God."
"My my, Em-ma. I would never take you for being so religious." Regina purred, observing the mirror in front of her with very lustful dark eyes. The brunette was daring her, in order to achieve a particular gold she wasn't too pleased to ask.
"I'm not, but you- you make me believe in heaven – and hell – all over again." Not really needing more talk, the blonde quickly pushed three fingers inside the mayor. Velvet soft skin embraced her fingers coated with arousal, and she couldn't help but moan along with the former queen. The pace quickened and the thrusts became more harsh and wistful, Regina riding her hand with so much expertise and desire. If not for the mirror, Emma wouldn't be able to see her face, but because of that she could, and the sight itself made the whole act much more erotic. Regina never wanted to sound so desperate for release, but also through the mirror, she could watch the way Emma's fingers darted in and out her heat, and that alone was enough to send her through the edge. Finally, securing her free hand around the brunette's tight; Emma managed to spread her legs further apart and buried her fingers even deeper inside. That was the trigger to send Regina off to the ceiling and above with intense waves of pleasure, washing her entire body as it felt dumb and at the same time, prickling with humming energy.
The sheriff removed her fingers – taking special care for not to hurt an overly sensitive mayor – and licked them clean, while watching Regina recover from one of the most powerful orgasms of her whole life. Not that she would mention it to the blonde.
Regina's whole outfit was creased and she plucked at it, trying to maintain at least some of her altogether posture. Emma chuckled, because, really, all the smeared make-up seemed much more suspect than the wrinkled clothes. She chose not to comment, though, instead, smirking. "Are you satisfied, Madam Mayor?"
"Not quite yet, Sheriff." The mayor drawled. "Why, are you tired?" She mocked, faking innocence in her exasperated tone. Yet, before Emma could properly respond, the door to the restroom opened, and a very inebriated Ruby stepped inside.
"Swan! Where are you, damn it." She stumbled in her feet, dropping her purse on the floor. Regina - feeling trapped - grabbed Emma's wrist and poofed them away from there. Ruby was on her feet again, after collecting her purse, and looked around. "Fuck. I could swear I saw that wild blonde hair inside here." Truth is, she was too wasted to care.
Next day, Emma was sitting quietly on a stool at Granny's, nursing a very caloric hot cocoa, and trying to keep her head still enough for it to stop pounding incessantly.
"So, what's the catch, stud?" Ruby came from the kitchen, waving her table cloth in Emma's direction.
"What?" Emma could even focus, all the sounds Ruby was making was driving her crazy already.
"You. Leaving early last night. I searched the whole place but nobody had seen you for a while. I connected the dots and I'm pretty sure you found yourself a new loveeeer." Ruby was amused and truly curious.
"Nah, nothing like that, Ruby. Geez, chill." Emma couldn't, wouldn't tell anyone what happened between them. The mayor trusted her, and she would never betray that.
"Okay, blondie. Keep up with your secrecy." Ruby finally said, already moving around the diner to clean after some costumers that just left. "But, just for you to know… I can smell you." Emma's wide went wide. Oh crap.
FYI: Limbo is a traditional popular dance contest that originated on the island of Trinidad. The dance originated as an event that took place at wakes in Trinidad and Tobago, and was popularized by dance pioneer Julia Edwards(known as the First Lady of Limbo) and her company which appeared in several films, in particular Fire Down Below (1957), and toured widely in the Caribbean, Europe, North and South America, Asia and Africa in the 1960's and beyond.
Rules: A horizontal bar, known as the limbo bar, is placed atop two vertical bars. All contestants must attempt to go under the bar with their backs facing the floor. Whoever knocks the bar off or falls is eliminated from the contest. After everyone has completed their turns, the bar is lowered slightly and the contest continues. The contest ends when only one person can successfully "limbo" under the bar. Search for Daddy Yankee's song on YouTube!