Regina tries very hard to avoid thinking about Emma Swan after she cleans up the broken glass on the floor of her study. She fails, of course; but it's the effort that counts. At least, that's what she tells herself. She finds that when she is alone in her bed at night she recalls Emma's lips on her, her fingers on her, tongue, teeth and her own hand slips down her stomach to give her much needed relief.

She tries to continue her midnight rendezvous with Graham but the encounters are empty and bland in comparison. Not even worth the trouble. Finally she comes up with the stupidest idea she's ever thought up. She finds her address easily; Henry left the files on his computer. She writes down all the pertinent information and pushes the folded piece of paper into her blazer pocket. She arranges for Ruby, the most popular waitress at Granny's Diner (and the town slut), to pick up Henry from school and she gets in her car and leaves town.

She drives to Boston. Boston is a big city and Regina tries to be smart about her stupid idea, so she does some research. She Googles the closest gay bars to Emma's apartment and picks one that is right down the street. It goes by the name Pandora's Box. She's never been to a nightclub before and she doesn't know what sort of attire is appropriate, so she wears a tight red dress and matching pumps. She usually feels very comfortable showing off her body and using sexuality to get what she desires but for some reason, she feels out of place and worried. This makes her feel even more unusual because she's worried about what Emma will think of her. She's never concerned about what other people think of her.

She evens her breathing to a more normal pace; while she may not need to breathe she carried over the old habit from being a human of hyperventilating when stressed. She walks into the building with her hips swaying side-to-side dramatically. She is surprised and taken aback by the environment inside the building. The music is loud, pounding at her in every direction as she crosses the crowded dance floor. She makes it to the safest location in the room, the bar. She pulls herself up onto the barstool and sits with her hands resting in front of her. Now what? She didn't even know that Emma would come here.

"What can I get for you?" The bartender asks. She has, what appears to be, natural red hair and green eyes and her pale skin is covered with a splash of freckles.

"I'll take," she hesitates, she doesn't even know what people normally order at a nightclub. A glass of wine seems out of place. An apple cider will be disappointing. "What would you recommend?" She smiles. The woman beams back before disappearing behind the bar as she bends down to retrieve a glass. Regina watches in fascination and accepts the glass when she hands it over.

"Thank you."

The bartender nods.

"Would you like to pay for that now, or keep a running tab?"

"I'll keep a tab." She hands over her card. She lifts the glass to her lips and takes a sip. A smile spreads over her lips. Oh yes, she can get used to this. She takes a few gulps allowing the burn of alcohol to settle in her stomach. That first night, she doesn't do anything but sit at the bar and drink fruity drinks and talk to the bartender, Brandy. After her fourth drink she finds the irony in her name but doesn't voice it until her sixth.

"I get that a lot." Brandy smiles. "Can I ask you a question, Regina?" After prodding and a mere two drinks, the Mayor had given up her name.

"You may." She replies brightly, her voice slurred by the alcohol. She hiccups. Brandy laughs.

"Is this your first time at a gay bar?"

Regina tries to look offended, it doesn't work.

"Yes – I – my son – you see." She doesn't know how to explain it. "I'm looking for someone." She finally says. Brandy straightens.

"A milf? Nice."

"Ex-hiccup-cuse me?" Brandy laughs again and waves her hand through the air before she grabs Regina's empty glass and fills it again. A woman calls for the bartender's attention from the other side of the bar and Brandy goes to her.

"Who are you looking for?"

Regina is startled when Brandy returns. Her head had been slumped on the table her warm forehead pressed against the cool surface of the bar. She didn't even know how long she had been gone.

"Who are you looking for?" The woman repeats.

"Em-ma." Regina smiles, her eyes slipping closed as she remembered the blonde's lips on her neck. "Emma Swan." Brandy smirks at the drunk woman.

"Well, dear, its nearly last call. Can I get Emma's number so I can call her and have her pick you up?" Regina's eyes suddenly snap open focusing on Brandy so intensely it worries her but almost as quickly her face crumbles, tears coming to her eyes.

"I don't have her phone number." Regina whines as she digs through her purse. "Just her address. I wasn't supposed to see her again." She sighs. Brandy takes the purse from the struggling mayor and with a bit of rummaging pulls out a crumbled piece of paper with the name 'Emma Swan' and an address scrawled across the top.

"Well, it looks like you're going to." She walks over to the other bartender and whispers something in her ear. The older woman nods and gestures to the dying bar with a shrug. Brandy walks around the bar and grabs onto Regina's arm.

"Come on, I can't let you drive and I don't want to just kick you out." She helps Regina slide down from the stool. Immediately, Regina stumbles, her newfound inebriation causing the inability to walk on her sky-high heels.

"Oh, jeez." Brandy huffs as the majority of the woman's weight lands on her. She leads the woman out of the club and pulls her cell phone out of her pocket.

Regina doesn't remember much; she doesn't recall being put into a cab or Brandy giving the address to the driver. She can't remember how on Earth she made her way up to Emma Swan's apartment. But she does remember the blonde's face when she pulls open the door. Shock. Awe. Intrigue.

"Regina." She smiles.

Emma quickly realizes that Regina is hammered. Vampires metabolize alcohol in a very different manner than humans, especially if the alcohol is not consumed with blood. Emma surmises that Regina is more of a glass-of-wine-after-work kind of girl, or as she demonstrated the other night; an apple-cider-and-a-fuck kind of girl. She would even go as far as to think that Regina very rarely drinks vodka and yet, her mouth tastes strongly of the liquor. Her mouth. Right.

Regina had stumbled through the door and immediately started kissing Emma, her hands already snaking under her cotton t-shirt. Emma takes a forceful step back, sending the already off-balanced Mayor teetering dangerously on her heels. Regina whimpers. Emma moves to close her door and then turns to face her.

"You need to sober up." She says seriously. While alcohol poisoning will not kill the vampire it does have the possibility of making her very ill. Regina leans against the bar with a sigh.

"But I feel good." She says with a smile. She grabs an apple from the counter and takes a bite. The apple is so juicy that it runs down from her lips and drips from her chin. She drags the back of her hand clumsily across her mouth and wipes it on her dress. Emma takes a moment to pay attention to Regina's skin-tight dress. She wants nothing more than to take it off.

Emma goes to her fridge and pulls out a bag of blood and pores it into a mug while her coffee machine brews. She watches the inebriated mayor who somehow makes eating an apple the most sensual activity she's ever seen. She chews the apple slowly, her lips glistening and her eyes closed.

"Apples were my favorite food when I was human." She says, her eyes still closed.

"I liked pizza." Emma admits. Regina opens her eyes and smiles.

"I'm not surprised." Regina chuckles. She takes another bite of her apple. It wasn't that she didn't like apples now or that they didn't taste good anymore; but since becoming a vampire, nothing compared to blood.

The coffee machine beeps to alert that it is done and Emma fills the rest of the mug with the steaming beverage. She sets it over by Regina on the island where Regina had resorted to resting her face against the counter, the apple core forgotten at her side.

"Drink this, careful though, it's hot." She warns.

"I know that, Miss Swan." Regina responds venomously, face still pressed against the granite countertop. Emma rolls her eyes.

"I heard that."

"What?"

"You rolled your eyes."

"You did not hear that."

Regina straightens suddenly looking seriously at Emma. "You do the same thing as my son when he rolls his eyes. You snap your mouth shut so hard your teeth clack together and blow air through your nose." She responds knowingly. Emma's eyes widen.

"Oh."

"Thank you, for the coffee." She pulls the mug towards herself and lifts it into her hands. The ceramic is warm beneath her fingertips. It smells good.

"No problem, it's probably not as good as what you're used to. I can't really afford name brand." She's referring to the blood. Name brand typically comes from healthy, cared-for humans that were raised and farmed. Generic usually came from humans who, once a week, went to their local donation center. Regina blows on the coffee with a shrug.

"It's too expensive and a hassle to have name brand shipped to Storybrooke. We source using citizens over the age of sixteen." She licks a bead of blood off the rim of the mug. Emma watches, entranced.

"Not bad. Definitely a diet high in sugar." She comments. Emma nods.

"It's perfect for coffee. I don't have to add any."

Regina is beginning to feel more like herself and more than a little foolish about how she's been acting. She's nearly finished with her sugar laden coffee and her stomach is roiling with its unconventional contents. She looks at Emma with an eyebrow raised.

"Miss Swan."

"Emma." The blonde corrects. Regina deadpans.

"Em-ma." Emma didn't know her name could be so drawn out. "I have a proposition for you."

Emma tilts her head. "I'm listening."

"I find myself thinking of that night," there is no need to specify, they both know which night that is being referenced, "and I would like to come to an agreement in regards to forging a physical relationship with you." Emma smirks playfully.

"You want to fuck?"

"Must you be so crass?"

Emma walks closer to Regina, dangerously confident and invading her personal space.

"I want to hear you say it." She whispers. Regina shivers but tries to keep her cool.

"Miss – Emma." She corrects herself when she feels Emma's fangs graze her neck. She lets out a guttural moan, its nearly a growl.

"Say. It." Emma hisses. She's pushing Regina against the island; the countertop digs into her back.

"I want to fuck you." Regina places her hands on Emma's sides sinking her nails into the skin of her hips. The effects are immediate. Emma's pupils dilate and she bears her truth at Regina as her knee presses between Regina's legs. She gasps and pulls Emma's face toward her own so that she can kiss her. Emma pushes their bodies closer and moans.

"I – have – terms." Regina says between kisses. Emma pulls back.

"Shut up." She tells her.

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