I am back! Thank you for sticking with me. This is a short chapter just to get back into the swing of things! Thanks again for being so awsesome!

Everyone seemed to trickle into the bed and breakfast rooms and take time to regroup from their days. Emma and Jefferson had played a bit harder than expected, so they simultaneously crashed in their rooms to settle in for some rest before they began their also gave Regina time to get ready and see, on the sly since she didn't want them to think she was following them, if they were headed to Lacie's Down Under, one ot the top lesbian clubs this side of the riverbanks. After an intense session, Madam Mayor usually would head to the club for a nice little "wind down" session. She sipped her drink and was lost in her deep thoughts.

The answer was yes. It turned out that almost the entire population of the Bed and Breakfast would be hanging out at Lacie's place…

A few hours later they were all out and ready to play! Jefferson and Emma sure cut up and had a blast, but suddenly Mr. Disco Fever was pulled away by some hottie! This left Emma and Regina alone at table."Name your poison ladies," came a heavy aussie accent!

Emma answered with a Pina Colada, while Regina opted for cider. Both women had a lot on their minds and actually took the time to speak to one another. Apparently their time spent together at the B&B really had opened some doors for them. Lacey kept the drinks coming and Jefferson and Red kept their party entertained. After a few drinks, Regina asked Emma if she would like to dance.

Feeling free, with literally nothing holding her back for the first time since Gabi, Emma decided to let go They danced, drank,and basically lost themselves in each other's arms. The women's conversation gently flowed as they spoke about nothing in particular and they both freely laughed the night away.

Emma felt so free... The music, the drinks, the company, but honestly, if she wanted to be up front, it was Regina. The woman did things to her that she should be ashamed of. As they danced on the floor their limbs became entangled into one. Hands had free reign of their lascivious bodies as they danced to and fro. Soon tongues were ensnared in this bundle of love that our two ladies had managed to find themselves in. Nothing was stopping them either, it was a good thing that they were in a more secluded area of the club. The drinks were flowing and after a few hours of fun and mayhem, the DJ brought the music to a lower level, giving the heads up for last call…What nobody but Regina and Emma noticed, was that they were attached at the hip. Blame the alcohol, but Reggie, NEVER let it get to her. Who was this woman Emma,and what was she doing to with her? Other than the obvious?

The kisses trailed off, and each woman just held the other and gazed into the other's eyes. Emma was not only intoxicated by the alcohol, but by the lovely cologne that Regina wore. She always seemed to have this keen sense of smell and decided that she would like to further explore what other lovely things Regina had in her possession.

It was late and the group decided to head on back home. The day had gone on longer than either party could have anticipated.

Something totally unplanned was Regina and Emma heading out back, both, just to take a moment to wind down. As always, Regina carried her riding crop with her. At first they were quiet and kept to themselves, but as time went on they became more bold. Soon they were holding hands and each other, followed by a lot of kissing. These two were becoming quite inseparable!

Deciding on breaking the silence, the blonde got bold, "Fancy meeting you here." Emma sexily said to the woman commanding the riding crop. Deciding it was time to figure out what this was all about, the blonde continued…" So, do you frequently sport a leather riding crop? It is not the first time that I am noticing this little piece of equipment on your person…"

Had the two not been drinking earlier the conversation may have taken a completely different direction. Regina smirked and her teeth sparkled in the glint of the moonbeams. "Aaahh… This is my baby. She's been with me for ages. I'm sure you've heard that I ride. Well, rode… I still do as time allows, but with my career, the B&B, and my personal life, time seems to be a rare commodity."

"Well, she is sure as hell sexy!" Emma did not mince her words. "Not many people walk around wielding riding crops on a regular basis…"

"And who says I'm your ordinary person?" she replied with a salacious grin. Their eyes never left the other, and the women gravitated toward each other. As their gazes deepened all pretenses seemed to melt away.

Very quickly and unexpectedly, they were rubbing against the other, whether they were aware of the fact or not.

"May I?"

Regina knew exactly what Emma was asking.

"This is my baby and Nobody has ever held her but me."

Emma just remained silent, having a feeling that Regina might just break down and allow her to hold the treasured tool.

"Emma, we are both adults here, and my guess is that you very well know that most people do not walk around with riding crops outside of the stables… May I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure."

"Are you familiar with BDSM?"

Emma wasn't exactly sure what she had expected Regina to ask of her, but she certainly wasn't prepared for this. But as she thought about everything she had seen or noticed up until now, the pieces of the puzzle began to come together and the undeniable picture formed in her mind. It really made a whole lot of sense.