Escort Services: Chapter 11 - Goodbye
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Ruby howled wildly while giving all the girls very enthusiastic high-fives filled with joy. "God, why'd it take so long for both of you to have sex?!" She exasperated with a playful grin.
Regina laughed and covered her face with her hands in embarrassment. Emma could only chuckle along with everyone else at the question. It was a valid question though. It had only hit her now how much they had flirted and teased each other for nearly three weeks if you want to get technical.
"It was all Regina's fault, she was such a tease." Emma pouted at the memories while her wife gave her a little nudge in the shoulder with a look of disbelief.
"Me? You were wearing some of the most revealing clothing I had ever seen in my life." Regina pointed out.
Snow scrunched her nose, "Had? What do you mean had?" She raised a curious eyebrow at the pair.
Belle, Ruby and Ashley were all struggling to hold in their laughter. A set of chuckles erupted from the group as both Emma and Regina blushed slightly. Snow slightly agitated darted her eyes over the girls who seemed to all get what Regina was implying.
"What? I don't understand." Snow whined in an almost childish way.
Ruby leaned into Snow's ear and whispered, "Lingerie."
Snow instantly blushed and regretted her earlier statement about not understanding because truth was she know longer wanted to know. The girls giggled at poor Snow White before facing Emma and Regina.
"Wow, all that underlying sexual frustration must have made it absolutely mind-blowing!" Red thought aloud almost in an envious kind of way. Regina looked on horrified and further hid behind Emma.
"Oh god, whose idea was it in the first place to know how we met?" Regina mumbled into the blonde who rubbed her back in a soothing motion.
Ashley looked on cautiously at Snow, "Snow, are you alright? You look a little...green." She observed.
The Queen gave a breathy chuckle, "Yeah, I'm absolutely fine. Just no more talk about my daughter's sex life please." She practically begged.
The ladies agreed and then turned their attention back to the pair before them. "So, what happened next?" Belle spoke up in her thick Australian accent.
Regina and Emma immediately looked at each other. Emma gave her a reassuring smile and squeezed her wife's hand before turning her attention back to the group.
"Well, the morning after or in general that day wasn't one of the best for either of us..." Emma trailed in rememberance of exactly what happened that day.
"No, it wasn't. We both fought and then Henry had come into the picture." She smiled at the thought of her and Emma's son.
Snow perked at the mention of her grandson's name, "So this was when Emma found out about Henry who was your son at the time?" She inquired curiously, leaning forward on the soft leather sofa.
Regina thought for a moment, "Kind of, Emma actually surprised me that day. She was one step ahead of me. And I was really livid at the fact that she was." The brunette gave a light smile before pecking the luscious lips before her. "Go ahead and tell them, dear." She smiled sweetly at her blonde wife who breathed in deeply with a small chuckle following after.
"Now you all know how we are both very stubborn? Well this was reaching a whole new level..."
...
The sun peaked above the horizon with swirls of lilac and burnt orange encompassing its golden rays, manifesting the beginning of a brand new day. Regina groaned as the bright light shone on her face. As her mind began to process certain thoughts she came to the realisation that someone was indeed holding her. The brunette immediately shot her eyes open while her body became rigid. The warmth passing between their bodies was undeniably welcoming and made her body melt in the inside. She felt Emma's warm breath hit her cheek and immediately her breathing became heavy in short breaths. God, what is she doing to me!?
Emma scrunched her nose at the bright invasion and felt a pleasant body pressed against her front. Her arms were securely wrapped around in a rather protective yet loving manner. She immediately became alert as a flood of memories washed into her mind and it was just last night's events but also what had happened Storybrooke before they left for Boston. It was only a matter of time now until Regina would find out. She cringed at the thought of the brunette fuelled with fury and rage. She herself was still trying to come to terms with the information which only seemed to frighten her the longer she thought about it. So instead she banished the thought from her mind and breathed in the woman before listened quietly and noted the Mayor's shallow breaths that were not the deep sleeping type. Regina was indeed conscious.
Emma rolled her eyes, "I know you're awake, Regina." She muttered tiredly into the woman's neck.
"What an insightful observation, Miss Swan. Would you like a medal?" Regina retorted her voice heavy in sarcasm.
Emma scoffed, "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."
Regina pursed her lips, however, made no attempt to move from her position in order to face the blond. "Well, someone woke up on the wrong bed. Not only did you wake up on my side of the bed, but being held by your manly hands throughout the night was not a pleasant experience."
Emma smirked despite the unruly comment, "Madame Mayor, I'm pretty sure that my hands were doing a wonderful job last night, because I didn't hear a single complaint from you." She chuckled softly into her ear.
The brunette's face flushed slightly at the discreet allusion to the events that hadn't taken place not that long ago. Her position immediatwly became austere as her face hardened. "Get your hands off me. Now." She growled in irritation.
Emma let her hands fall limb across the brunette's torso, however, her arm still remained sprawled under Regina's neck and along her front. "There. Happy? My hands are off you." She emphasised hands and suppressed a low chuckle at the Mayor's evidential frustration.
"Miss Swan, I am not in the mood to participate in another of your juvenile games. I do not want you touching me. Get off." Regina threatened in a warning tone which only left the blonde's body tingling with sensations at her nerves.
"Actually you should be getting off me. You are invading my personal space." Emma replied in a neutral tone. Trust them to be arguing at 6.30 in the morning. She rolled her eyes at the thought.
"Do not be smart with me, dear. Do as your told." Regina spoke in a cold tone that only brought forth more shivers down Emma's spine.
"You know you can move as well. I am not going to stop you. In fact I would push you out of my arms right now." Emma declared into the warm olive skin at the top of Regina's back.
"What's stopping you?" The Mayor fired back almost instantaneously.
"My innate human kindness." Emma responded followed by a deep sigh due to her exhaustion. She was sure she had never woken up at 6.30 before and didn't warm up to it one bit.
Regina scoffed, "You mean your lack of kindness as depicted by yesterday evenings events, with the damn proposal." She growled onto Emma's forearm.
The blonde chuckled, "Come on, I say we did pretty well thinking on the spot."
"No, I did well. You just made me seem like some love sick fool." Regina muttered distastefully.
Emma grinned, "An adorable love sick fool." She placed a light kiss on her shoulder which in return caused the brunette to tense at the sudden contact.
Regina released a shuddering breath, "Let's get one thing clear. I am not in love with you." She spoke in a cold tone as though she were scolding one of her disorganised assistants.
"And I'm not in love with you either." Emma admitted with a toothy grin.
Regina snorted. "Good. Keep it that way. Now, if you don't mind I'd like to at least get another hour of sleep. Since it will be a long trip back to Storybrooke." She murmured her breath hitting Emma's forearm. She shifted slighty to resume a more comfortable position in the blonde's hold.
Emma frowned slightly as she closely watched the brunette shift in her arms. "So none of us are moving?" She inquired into the contented and not awkward atmosphere of silence.
Regine with her eyes closed mentally rolled her eyes at the blonde's talkative nature. "Do shut up, dear." She growled in an irrritated manner. Emma heard the usual authoritative tone in the Mayor's chiding but merely any of her coldness.
Emma breathed in the woman's strong apple scent before whispering a reply. "Okay." Regina let out a breath in relief. No one knew how glad she was that they didn't approach the topic that needed copious amounts of discussing: last night. In all honesty nothing was meant to happen. The brunette bit her tongue at the fact that it was all the blonde's fault. She should have just stayed in her own bed. That damn woman, she thought. Yes, the woman who presently had her arms wrapped around the brunette in an almost possessive manner. Now they were going to witness the implications of such actions, Regina already had a very unwelcoming sensation churning at the pit of her stomach.
The wave of exhaustion hit the Mayor with force and velocity, she succumbed within moments. Regina had come to the conclusion that she wouldn't be able to sort through her distressing thoughts efficiently if she didn't obtain an adequate amount of sleep.
Emma unconsiously pulled the woman closer to her own body. Regina relished in the warmth radiating off the blonde's body and onto her own. It had been a while since she had been held by someone. With a heavy sigh and one last thought floating in her mind she conceded to her exhaustion with a ghost smile gracing her morning features.
They would be okay.
...
They were not okay.
The tension had increased dramatically since they left Boston. It was so thick that you could slice it cleanly with a cerated knife. Emma's hands tightened on the steering wheel, her knuckles turning into a pale shade while out of her peripheral the Mayor was staring at her with no indication of any sign of discretion. Emma swallowed nervously, she knew that the talk about last night was going to arise sometime throughout the day. It seemed as though Regina was ready to approach the subject right now.
"So, we're going to do this now?" Emma inquired with a raised eyebrow while glancing towards Regina who made no movement.
"What exactly are you referring to, dear?" The Mayor diverted her gaze off the blonde to stare at the asphalt ahead.
Emma's lips were pressed tight for a few moments, believing that the silence would answer her question. She chanced a quick glance at Regina whose face remained void of emotion. Her cold demeanour was easily recognisable, and yet it still displayed an unwelcoming presence.
"Regina, you know exactly what I'm referring to..." Emma trailed but kept her tone firm.
The Mayor cleared her throat, "I believe that topic no longer requires any further discussion. I will pay you extra in the necessary amount." She summed up quickly in an attempt to ditch the subject at hand.
"No, don't pay me extra. Then I'd be constituted as a prostitute." Emma snapped in an unceremonious manner that left the blonde herself feeling uncomfortable. She already knew that a sly grin would be implemented across the older woman's face, there was no point glancing at her.
"And that would be an issue?" Regina quirked an eyebrow at the statement.
Emma was fuming, "Of course it would be an issue because I am not a prostitute and I hate how you keep implying that I am!" She flicked her indicator on and pulled onto the side of the road. It was dangerous for her to drive when she was this infuriated, especially since it was proving to be a distraction.
"If you didn't act like one, then I wouldn't have to keep implying it, Miss Swan." Regina retorted passionately as she found herself also begin to boil with unrelenting anger.
Emma's expression transformed into a mocking smile as she shook her head. "Oh, no you don't. You have just as much blame in last night's events as I do. It takes two to tango, Madame Mayor." She growled through her teeth.
Regina's jaw clenched, "Even so, you were the one who initiated the further contact." She sneered in disdain.
"You didn't stop me!" Emma threw her arms up in the air.
"How could I? You have the sexual drive and hormones of a teenage boy!"
"What are you so afraid of, Regina?" Emma questioned with underlying softness throughout her tone that briefly caught the Mayor off guard at the sudden change of demanour.
The brunette's eyes darkened furiously as she parted her lips almost in a tantalsing manner, "I'm not afraid of anything. I fear nothing and no one." She drawed her words out slowly to accentuate each word thoroughly in order to convey to the blonde exactly how solemn she was.
Emma felt her body shudder involuntarily at the noting of Regina's dark coloured eyes and grueling manner. She gulped with her eyes still glued onto the woman's before her.
"You and I both know exactly what last night meant...that's what you're afraid of." Emma murmured primarily aloud to herself in order to understand the woman before her.
Regina released a mirthless laugh at the notion, "Last night meant nothing to me. And you mean nothing to me." She stated in a stern tone, however, as the words moved past her lips she felt as though someone had poured acid down her throat. Within a second she recognised the flash of hurt streak across the blonde's face. And although she had withdrawn pleasure from such a site in her ruling as the Evil Queen, now she felt repulsive, especially since it was the blonde she had felt like she was growing closer to. However, her feeling didn't surface to her facial features.
Emma gave a small chuckle in an effort to dismiss the persistent stinging from her eyes. She let a weak smile grace her soft features. "Once you've been told that you mean nothing to people for so long, It doesn't hurt as much after a while." She spoke gently while blatantly staring at the family crossing the road before them.
Regina remained silent as it seemed the wisest thing to do considering the situation unraveling before her eyes. Emma took in a deep breath and faced the placid brunette who was patiently waiting for the next move. "I think..." She started before gathering her thoughts clearly, "...It'd be best if this arrangement came to an end." Emma concluded with a small nod before opening the door and hopping out to get her backpack that was in the back. Well that caught Regina's attention.
The Mayor emulated the action and went around to the back of the SUV to confront the blonde. "So you're quitting?" Regina inquired to make sure. Emma nodded, "Yeah, we both know that this..." She pointed between the two of them, "Wasn't going to work and I think we have caused each other enough strife and pain, don't you?" She threw the backpack over her shoulder and dug her free hand into the front side pocket of her tight jeans.
Regina crossed her arms over her chest and remained in a firm stance. "Yes, I do." But I don't want you to go, failed to catch on as she suppressed the rest of the words that only threatened to make things way more complicated than they already were. "I'll send you the check." She muttered towards the ground.
Emma shook her head with a small smile, "I don't want your money, Regina. I really enjoyed myself in Storybrooke and the celeberations we attended." She grinned at the memory of the first celebration at the country club.
Regina complied with the admission and decided to leave it since she wasn't going to indulge in another argument with the blonde who was leaving very shortly. "I'm glad you did." She cleared her throat and flicked her fringe out of her eyes.
Emma rolled her eyes playfully at the knowing action. "Anyway better head off and you better go before the traffic gets real busy at noon." She breathed out while surveying the surroundings encompassing her and the brunette.
Regina nodded, "Yes, of course. It was nice meeting you, Miss Swan."
Emma gave a goofy smile, "It's Emma."
Regina sighed, "It was nice meeting you, Emma." She let her lip curl slightly at the amusement in the blonde's eyes.
"You too, Madame Mayor." The blonde smiled before gently placing a small kiss on the brunette's cheek. She let her lips linger for a moment before pulling away and taking a step back.
"Goodbye, Regina."