Author's note: Hey all! I am very sorry that I haven't update in two months, do you want to know why?...well I actually quit this fic around 6 weeks ago. I was like 'that's it, im done.' I didn't like the story or where it was heading, I just hated it and I was like if I hate it then others must hate it too. Then a few days ago I stumbled upon my account by clicking the wrong bookmark in my bookmarks list and I causally checked my story and saw that I had got a few more reviews- to say I was shocked an understatement. I don't know what it was but in that moment with those amazing comments- ALL OF YOU I was like f*** yeah Im writing this sh** and guess what? HERE I AM and HERE'S YOUR NEXT CHAPTER!
This one is personally one of my favourites, you might like it, you might think it's stupid, but it's all inspired by moi! And I love it! Oh and the really sad thing was was that i had to re-read this whole story that i wrote to see where i was at- shameful I know but that's never going to happen again! This chapter is the pool party celebration at Adam Goodwins house- the Mayor of Westbrook. Oh and Kyrah was the Mayor of Portland who had the celebration at the club - if you remember LOL (she plays a big role in this chapter) Anyway I won't delay you all any longer of this chapter!
Chapter 16 – The Lost Ring
"I'm dead meat. She's going to chop me up and put me on a fucking rotisserie!" Emma exclaimed under her breath.
The overly dramatic escort had been quietly minding her own business on the side of the enormous swimming pool for the last half an hour. She had been attempting to retrace her steps this evening at the abrupt realization that her wedding ring had disappeared. At this newfound piece of information Emma was discreetly avoiding Regina, though it wasn't difficult since she was quite popular among the guests at the celebration. However, Emma did not want to even imagine the look on the woman's face if she found out that she had lost the ring.
Emma unconsciously twiddled her thumbs, suddenly her ears perked at the sound of laughter coming from the other side of the pool. Slowly raising her head, a small smile broke out across her face at the source of the sound. Regina's head tilted back slightly as her body contorted violently from laughter that was in sync with the other surrounding Mayors in the tight-knit group. Their eyes met for a brief second. Emma gave her a cheeky smile while the Mayor couldn't suppress the urge to roll her eyes in return, however, a brief smile followed after.
"What's up buttercup?" A voice spoke up from her side. Emma was pleasantly surprised to see the Mayor of Portland appear beside her.
Emma quirked an eyebrow, "Buttercup, really?" A smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
Kyrah flicked her loose ponytail back, a grin reaching her eyes. "Well you have the blonde hair and all." She chuckled.
A moment later Emma couldn't overcome herself while her body shook with laughter. "Are we talking about the power puff girls?"
"Maybe…" The brunette's voice pitched slightly with a suggestive smirk.
After the blonde calmed herself down she faced the Mayor, "You do realise that I would be bubbles not buttercup because she has black hair. You'd more than likely be buttercup." Emma reasoned, quite impressed by her own recollection of her favourite childhood show.
Kyrah placed her hands on her hips in contemplation before nodding agreeably. "Ok, then. What about Regina? She couldn't be blossom because her hair is red and Regina's is black. Could she be the creator?" She offered.
Emma scoffed, "Hell, no! If anything she'd be Mojo Jojo." She smirked while the brunette couldn't help but chuckle at the woman's admission.
"Speaking of your wife, why aren't you with her? It looks to me as though you're avoiding her…" Kyrah intentionally accentuated the last few words of her sentence.
The blonde waved a hand dismissively, "I'm not avoiding her." Emma's voice wavered slightly, reaching a slight peak in her tone. "Just giving her you know…some space to…socialise." She spoke unconvincingly to which Kyrah simply laughed at the lame explanation.
"Socialise my ass! What have you done? Come on, spill it out!" Kyrah practically commanded while settling herself comfortably in the seat beside the blonde.
"I haven't done anything. I swear to god." Emma lied through her teeth and the brunette saw straight through her.
She leaned forward with a friendly grin, "Ok let me rephrase the question. What have you done that you are hiding from her?" She enquired curiously, her intuition telling her that the blonde was indeed concealing something she assumed was relatively important.
Emma sighed with defeat, "I lost my wedding ring." She mumbled into her hand.
The brunette frowned at the inaudible sound. She leaned in closer, "What did you say?"
The escort quickly glanced left and right to make sure no one had a chance of accidentally eavesdropping before averting her gaze back onto Kyrah. "I lost my wedding ring." She confessed a little louder than before, however, judging by the perplexed expression the brunette displayed Emma had deduced that once again she hadn't heard the confession.
Kyrah shook her head, "Sorry, I think I still have some water in my ear. Give me a sec." She apologized before awkwardly shaking her head to expel the remaining liquid in her ear. All the while Emma watched on amused at the woman. How the hell is she a Mayor? "Ok, go again. And please just speak normally." She whined, pouting her lips slightly. "I mean its not like you've…I don't know…lost your wedding ring." Kyrah shrugged with a slight chuckle.
Emma's eyes widened and she didn't react quick enough to prevent the brunette from seeing her shocked expression. Once Kyrah noticed the blonde's expression her eyes also widened almost instantaneously as she threw a hand over her mouth. Emma nodded and diverted her gaze to the damp concrete.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Kyrah's high-pitched voice boomed throughout the extravagant backyard attracting everyone's attention including the Mayor of Storybrooke.
Both Emma and Kyrah immediately coloured with a dark shade of red with everyone's eyes on them. The blonde met Regina's unimpressed scowl and winced slightly at her visibly acrimonious demeanour. She's so going to kill me and then send my dead body to a third-world country via FedEx express…Fuck she looks so hot in that black and gold streaked bikini. Emma unconsciously licked her lips with her eyes trained on the brunette. Regina had found it surprisingly difficult to ignore Emma's predatory gaze combined with a salacious smirk.
Kyrah laughed nervously, "Turns out there is a PS4 coming out." She explained for her sudden explosion of profanity. The guests chuckled as though they didn't expect any better from the relatively young Mayor before returning to their conversations. Regina spared Emma one more threatening glance before resuming her rather pleasant conversation with Mr. Goodwin.
Kyrah knocked the blonde in the shoulder with her fist. "Are you serious?! You lost your wedding ring!" She exclaimed as quietly as possible.
"Yes, I did lose it. I had it on when I came here and then about half an hour ago when I was in the pool I realised that it was gone." Emma explained in a placid manner in an attempt to stop herself from full on freaking out. "For the last 30 minutes I've been trying to retrace my steps. I have to find that ring." She groaned; the frustration increased the deep lines on her forehead.
Kyrah nodded with a heavy sigh and slapped her hands on her knees, "She is going to flip her lady shit if she finds out…World War III I tell you."
Emma scoffed, "No shit, Sherlock."
The pair sat in dead silence for a few minutes with an abundance of noise erupting from the pool. Kyrah was still digesting the information while Emma was summoning ideas on how to end her life- at least it would be on her own terms.
"Ok, tell me where you have been today." Kyrah requested quite authoritatively as though expecting the blonde to tell her anyway.
Emma sighed, running a hand through her damp locks in a ponytail. "I was first at the food table then Regina went to go socialise with the other Mayors while I went to the bar. Then I went in the pool for a good 45 minutes. And in my defense the ring was a tad loose." She summed up her evening so far.
Kyrah rolled her eyes at the lame yet probably truthful excuse. "Ok, we have to check all of those places. Luck might actually be on our side today." She proposed adamantly with a beaming grin across her face.
Emma's eyes lighted up at the suggestion, "You're going to help me?" She questioned, not skeptically but rather intrigued as to why the woman would want to help her in the first place.
The brunette shrugged, "Yeah, you seem pretty cool and I wouldn't want you to get in trouble with the ice queen." She chuckled.
Emma nodded, "Thank you." She spoke gently her voice laced with kindness.
Kyrah grinned and leaped out of her chair, "No worries, now let's go find this ring."
…
The pair decided to start searching the pool first since it was where Emma was last. It had come to their attention that as more people sculled down their liquor the more people somehow ended up in the pool- which mildly disrupted Emma and Kyrah's search of the missing ring. The pair was so concentrated on finding the ring that they failed to notice a suspicious pair of brown eyes watching them closely from the sizzling spa. Regina delicately set her lips upon the rim of her wine glass and took a small sip, her eyes fixated on the blonde whom had just risen to the surface for air before diving back down again.
Regina was pulled out of her momentary reverie by Adam's voice, "I'm sorry, dear. What is it?" She responded ruefully.
Adam smiled, "Would you like to taste some of my fabulous fruit punch I made myself?" He offered her the glass with a small umbrella in it and slices of fruit.
The brunette nodded eagerly, "Why thank you, dear." She responded with the drink now in her grasp, however, her focus immediately shifted back on to the pair who were situated in one of the further corners of the pool. They were physically too close for Regina's liking. Unfortunately the Mayor was helpless to do anything as she was currently engaged in another conversation with Quinn. Although she was one of her friends, the brunette couldn't focus on anything other than Emma at the present moment. It was a very unsettling feeling looming deep down at the pit of her stomach. She gave a faux smile at one of Quinn's comments before raising the glass to her lips hoping that something would erase the deranged feeling.
…
"I swear I swallowed enough chlorine to fill another pool." Emma coughed haphazardly as she slowly trailed up the stairs of the pool alongside Kyrah.
"Oh yeah, try an Olympic size pool." She spluttered in return.
"I can't believe we didn't find it, I mean out of all the places this one would have been most likely to contain the ring." Emma spoke somberly, her voice a little rough from all the water she had digested in the last 20 minutes. She had a sinking feeling in her stomach- they weren't going to find the ring. However, she attempted to remain as positive as possible. The pair halted a few feet away from the poolside bar, their breaths still quite heavy.
"Are you ready for a drink?" Kyrah almost slurred from exhaustion.
"Fuck yeah- but first we interrogate the bar man." Emma announced and firmly bumped fists with the brunette before sauntering over to alcohol heaven, as she liked to think of it.
The young male bartender greeted the pair with a beaming grin while wiping down the table. "What can I get for you ladies?" He asked warmly. Emma and Kyrah slid onto a stool each before briefly looking at each other and then back towards the man.
"A fucking red bull." Emma groaned quietly into her chest before raising her head to meet his gaze.
"Nothing for the moment, thank you." The blonde broke the silence first.
"We were wondering if by any chance you saw a ring? One that looks like a wedding ring not your average Joe ring but a ring…ring." The brunette questioned with slight puzzlement, Emma shook her head- it was obvious that Kyrah had her head under the water for way too long. "Actually could I get a vodka shot while we're here." She requested shortly after.
The man smiled, "Sure. And in response to your first question I have not seen a ring at all tonight- none lying around that is." He looked on apologetically at the two women who nodded solemnly. "But fill free to take a look around here and behind the bar while I get you your drinks- there's more vodka in the house." He quickly scooted off out of the bar and into the house.
Emma and Kyrah immediately went behind the counter and began searching anywhere and everywhere in case it had fallen on to the ground. Kyrah was scrounging through the back cupboards while Emma was rummaging through the ones under the counter. A sudden shiver trailed the length of her spine, her breath now caught at the back of her throat.
"Miss Swan-Mills, exactly what are you doing with Miss Parker?" A stern voice above her smacked her in the face in realization. Shit fucks. Emma plastered a beaming grin on her damp face as she rose behind the bar to become face to face with the subtly infuriated Mayor. Kyrah soon followed her and moved beside the blonde- the fakest smile known to mankind was planted across her face.
"Hi, Regina. Me and Emma were just…errmm…you know." She chuckled nervously finding that she had no excuses at the present moment.
"We were helping out the bartender. He went inside to get us some vodka and asked if we could watch the bar for a few minutes." Emma spoke rather confidently which not only surprised herself but also her current partner in this search for the missing ring mission. Regina raised a perfectly arched eyebrow and studied the women whose faces seemed as though they were going to crack if they were to smile for any longer.
"Very well then. I'll leave you two to it." Regina snarled primarily at her supposedly so called wife for the evening.
Once Regina was relatively far away out of eyesight into the mass of people Kyrah let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. "Wow, she's pissed." She observed.
Emma nodded in agreement, "Yep, I'm going to cop it tonight." She mumbled.
…
"There's no way its here! I mean look at all the people and the amount of food. Even if the ring accidentally fell off here it's long gone by now." Emma exclaimed as she gestured towards the long white table filled with exquisite food from around the world. "I better start writing my fucking will." She groaned tiredly as Kyrah continued searching along the table. Her eyes came across a gigantic bowl of what she presumed to be fruit punch and her jaw immediately dropped at the sight of slices of fruit and bits and pieces in the bowl.
Kyrah faced Emma, "Did you by any chance have fruit punch today?" She quizzed curiously.
Emma frowned at the strange question, "Yeah I did, so what?" She shrugged carelessly without another thought. A moment later her eyes widened along with Kyrah's as she immediately pointed at the bowl in an accusatory manner. "You don't think-" Emma started.
"I don't know-"
"What are the-"
"Odds. That would be-"
"Redonkulous. But-"
"Possible. It's-"
"Worth a try." Emma shrugged.
…
"No, you cover me while I go through the punch." Emma ordered as she quickly ducked under the table to the other side.
"Why can't we just take it somewhere? People might see us!" Kyrah fought with logical reasoning but Emma simply groaned in frustration.
"No, I don't want to be known as some fruit punch thief for fuck sakes!" She retorted.
"At least it's a crime that you can't go to jail for." The brunette mumbled as she stood in front of the punch bowl blocking the other guests' view of Emma's actions with the punch bowl.
"This feels disgusting." Emma's face crinkled in disgust as her hands dug through the bowl. There were a whole heap of fruits and all of its juices to go with it. "This is just nasty." She grunted still in search for the gold band that she knew she had to find. She squinted closely and roamed her hands around the bowl with bits and pieces slipping past her fingers. "This is a grosser version on lube." She swallowed the bile rising in her throat despite the fact she had drank it earlier. It was quite delicious if she were to be honest. After 5 more minutes she had deduced that the ring was not in the punch. She sighed suddenly very deflated and removed her hands from the punch.
"Not there?" Kyrah turned around with a somber expression as Emma shook her head repeatedly.
"Nope." She grabbed a few of the napkins and thoroughly wiped her hands. "Who knows maybe she won't notice." Emma shrugged crawled back under the table but immediately threw the napkins under the table as Regina entered her peripheral vision. "Kyrah, she's coming over here." She whispered through her teeth to which the brunette nodded and immediately made a b-line in the opposite direction but not before whispering a quick and silent 'Good Luck'.
Emma gave the regal Mayor a cheeky smile as she waltzed over in her bikini. "Hey, I haven't really seen you all night." She spoke smoothly. Way to go Swan! Emma leaned the palms of her hands on the table behind her- almost offering herself to the woman.
Regina's stoic expression remained in place. As a defensive tactic she crossed her arms over her chest and eyed the blonde suspiciously. "Why is that, Miss Swan?" She spoke curtly. "Too busy flirting with Miss Parker? Or whatever else you were doing behind my back that I was surely not aware of." Regina growled with malice laced through her tone.
Emma's face softened, "It's not what you think, okay? It really isn't. There is nothing going on between me and Kyrah." She tentatively moved closer to the woman, almost intruding in her personal space- breathing the same air as the coolness of the night began to set in. Regina eyed her cautiously, searching for any sign of betrayal or unfaithfulness – hypothetically that is or so she thought. She found nothing and decided to remain silent. Emma took this as a good sign and gently snaked her arms around Regina's waist and pulled her cold body closer. At first resisting the hold she eventually succumbed into the warm embrace and rested her head on Emma's shoulder.
"You're going to be by my side for the rest of the night, understand?" Regina instructed firmly, leaving no room for argument.
Emma smiled, "As you wish, your majesty."
…
Emma had without a doubt been beside the Mayor for the past hour even now as they relax in the enormous spa with the other Mayors – all the politicians were able to fully enjoy their colleagues company as all the guests had slowly made their way home from the celebration. For the past 20 minutes they just talked about whatever came to mind. Emma was having quite a bit of fun especially when Mr. Goodman and Mr. von Richman got her started on the recent Stanley Cup finals- It was really a blast despite being unable to find the ring.
"So Emma…" Mr. Woods trailed with a knowing smirk as he sipped on his expensive champagne.
The escort had come to recognize that smirk of his which ultimately made her laugh- she was wrong, not all Politicians were snobby and full of themselves…only some. "Yes, Russell." She grinned while the others chuckled lightly.
"Do you and Regina plan on having another child? You know, so that Henry has a little brother or sister." He questioned, his curiosity driven by his like for the young woman.
The question threw both Regina and Emma off guard as they had only ever discussed the marital part of their 'marriage' to one another. Although despite this Emma decided to have a little fun as always. She put her arm around Regina's shoulder, "Oh yes, we plan on having many many little Emma's and Regina's running around the house, don't we dear?" Emma stressed out the last word of her sentence purposely – since it was an endearment that she knew her 'wife' used way too often.
Regina had a strong primal urge to shoot the woman next to her. Well, the best way to get revenge would be to kill Snow White's daughter. She almost shrugged at the idea before plastering the fakest of fake smiles at her fellow Politicians. Two can play at this game.
"Well, Emma did offer to become a stay at home mother, so it works out quite well. She offered to do all the cooking and cleaning. She also wrote this amazing poem for me on our 6-month anniversary confessing her undying love for me. I really couldn't ask for a better wife." Regina's eyes glittered mischievously.
Quinn placed a hand on her chest, "Aaww, Emma that is so wonderful. You both have an incredible relationship with each other." She spoke earnestly.
Emma was inwardly cursing Regina for making her look like some damn lovesick fool and a housewife, which she would never ever be. "Oh we so do. Not just in the romance department, but also the friend department and the you know…sex department." She moved in closer to Regina to accentuate her point, which earned whistles from the surrounding guests.
"I think we have a sex tape coming soon." Kyrah chuckled, downing her next shot. It was evident that she was heavily under the influence.
"Well…" Emma trailed teasingly which only made the group get even more excited. Regina was fuming yet suppressed any urges to threaten the blonde and instead attempt a more Emma styled tactic. Under the frothy bubbling water she slid her hand along the inside of Emma's right thigh. She immediately heard the blonde release a quick breath with her grin faltering slightly at the unexpected touch.
There's no way Regina would go there…would she?!
Regina had reached the top of the barrier that separated her tapered fingers from Emma's sex that she knew would be ready for her. Without hesitation Regina slid her hand beneath the blonde's bikini bottoms and immediately found the little hard bundle of nerves. Emma quietly gasped as the others gossiped among themselves, oblivious to the situation at hand –pun intended ;) She quickly secured her hand on Regina's wrist, halting any further movement.
"You're a bitch." Emma chuckled breathlessly with no malice of any kind apparent in her playful tone.
A small laugh escaped dark red lips, "Apparently I'm married to one." She whispered quietly so that it was only Emma who heard her. Another genuine laugh left the blonde's lips as her grip on Regina's wrist loosened ever so slowly. The sound made the Mayor's heart lurch leaving a warm feeling at the pit of her stomach. Being the stubborn and obstinate person she was, she would never admit that Emma Swan filled a void in her heart that had unknowingly always been empty.
After Emma's hold had loosened completely Regina slowly started circling the ball of nerves, eliciting low and shallow grunts from the blonde. She ran her finger down her sex and despite the water Regina felt slick wetness, which sent a shock to her own core. Gently she slipped a single digit inside of the blonde who gasped at the pleasant intrusion. Regina almost laughed at how oblivious the rest of the group was but concluded that they were all quite tipsy- intoxicated more like it. She used this to her advantage and began to discreetly pump her finger in and out of the woman. Regina gazed upon Emma who had begun to writhe slightly; she smirked and used the palm of her hand to push against the sensitive bundle, which nearly sent Emma over the edge.
Let's begin Regina smirked with satisfaction. "Honey, why don't you tell the group what our holiday in Fiji was like?" She already had everyone's attention from the minute she opened her mouth so all eyes were now on Emma.
"Emma are you okay? You look like you're in pain?" Quinn observed the blonde with a concerned look.
Emma shook her head with a nervous laugh- she was on the precipice of having an orgasm and was adamant not to tip over. "No, I'm q-quite f-f-fine, thank you." She managed to stutter out. Right now she wanted to kill the woman next to her. Well played, Regina.
"So what was Fiji like?" Mr. Goodwin asked eagerly with a beaming smile.
Emma swallowed as she felt Regina pump a little harder, "Err-rrm you know t-the usual palm trees, h-h-hammocks…mmmm." She fought the urge to close her eyes as she was getting extremely close to her orgasm. "There was also c-c-co-coco-nutsssssss." Her voice squeaked while Regina rubbed her clit even faster and felt Emma's walls begin to clench around her fingers.
"Oh my god everyone look at the moon!" Kyrah being a very observant human being knew exactly what was going on and immediately made everyone look in the opposite direction as Emma pushed herself into Regina- her body rippling with multiple orgasms. She bit her lip and didn't let out a single sound while coming down from her high.
"The moon's stupid, I'm going to bed." Russell grumbled while swaying as he hopped out of the spa.
"Me too." Adam spoke like a child following Russell.
"Me three." Spencer swayed while taking the vodka bottle with him.
"Me four." Quinn whined, stomping after the boys.
"Me fucking five." Kyrah grumbled- the least drunk of them all excluding Regina and Emma. "And you two!" She pointed accusingly at them. "Does the saying 'Get a room' mean anything to you!?" She exclaimed.
Emma shrugged, "Apparently not. But thank you for the save." She answered warily with a light smile.
Kyrah nodded, standing up from her seated position, "You're welcome. Despite the fact that I'm standing in cum!" She immediately hopped out of the spa. "Good night, bitches!" She yelled while running into Adam's house and into her designated room for the night.
Emma faced Regina and smirked, "I see you're becoming more creative and…a bit of a badass if I must say." She purred against the brunette's cheek, tucking a dark lone wet strand of hair behind her ear. The Mayor hummed in appreciation at the gesture.
"I'm obviously under the influence, dear. What do you expect?" Regina's hot breath hit her cheek. "But before we go down a road I know we'll go down tonight I need to ask you something." She spoke softly. Emma hummed to signal that she was listening. "Where is your wedding ring?"
Oh fuck. Emma immediately froze and was at loss for words. It was in this moment where Emma wished that she was drunk- really really drunk, like really really really drunk. By the look on Regina's face that was of the usual expressionless and stoic Emma knew the truth was required.
She sighed, "I lost it. I'm really sorry. I don't even know how and I spent all evening looking for it I swear, even Kyrah helped me." That last piece of information certainly threw Regina off-guard. It all started to make sense to the Mayor as to why Emma was with her the majority of the night. She was actually searching for the ring.
"Miss Parker helped you look for the ring?" Regina didn't hard her surprise and Emma didn't make a thing of it and instead nodded reassuringly.
"She did, that's why I was with her. I mean she was also good company while you were with your guests." Regina wasn't sure but there seemed to be some resentment that Emma felt towards her but now wasn't the right time to resolve that so she let it slide for now.
Regina cleared her throat, "Well I got a little surprise in my fruit punch this evening." Emma's eyes widened, the brunette had pulled the gold band from the inside of her bikini top and held it up between them.
"So I did lose it in the fruit punch!" Emma exclaimed a little relieved.
"Yes, you did." Regina deadpanned. "I would know because I nearly swallowed it." She retorted unimpressed but couldn't help but let her mask falter slightly at the goofy smile appearing on the woman's face.
"I obviously was never meant to lose it forever then." Emma grinned. "That definitely says something…" She continued while the brunette quirked a perplexed eyebrow.
"What do you mean, dear?" Regina quizzed slightly intrigued by the woman's comments. Emma shook her head, merely brushing off the question.
"It doesn't matter right now." She spoke softly to the beautiful looking woman before her eyes.
Regina remained silent and twirled the ring between her fingers, without warning a surge of temerity raced through her body and before she knew what she was saying she had already said it.
"May I?" She gestured towards the ring.
Emma, slightly taken back by the woman's suddenly bold confidence nodded quickly and held out her left hand. Regina glanced into the emerald pair before her before taking hold of Emma's hand with her left and gently slid the ring on with her right. A single thought ran through Emma's mind as the ring slid on perfectly. The ring was never lose at all. She smiled and before Regina had the chance to let go of her hand she took it with her other and softly pressed her lips to each of her knuckles.
Once again Regina attempted to suppress the tug pulling at the corners of her lips but once again failed to do so.
"Come here." Emma whispered softly and to her surprise Regina obeyed willingly and moved to close the distance between her and Emma's lips. The kiss started of soft and sensual with their tongues massaging one another's. Emma's mind swam as she became lost in the kiss, her body felt as though it was on fire. Regina had unlocked emotions hidden deep down in the hollow chambers of her heart that had slowly begun to fill day by day. It was overwhelming but in a wonderful and fantastic way, however, it soon turned very passionate and heated. Regina was one who prefer a decent amount of privacy.
Regina broke the kiss and immediately found herself feeling breathless. "Bedroom. Now." She commanded and without uttering a single word Emma obeyed.
A few moments after they exited the spa on their way to entering the mansion hand in hand, Emma tugged Regina back and crushed her against her own body, their lips molding perfectly.
"I'm guessing I won't be getting much sleep tonight." Emma chuckled against her lips.
Regina smirked, "You're wrong, you won't be getting any."
So...*swings back on heels* what did you think about my comeback chapter? :)