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P.s.2: Contains smut.
P.s.3: Contains more smut.
Chapter twenty
To be in a relationship with your first love after thirteen years felt like an overly romantic movie plot.
To have your high school sweetheart loving your son like you did… Well, that felt like winning the lottery.
To feel horny and crave your injured girlfriend twenty-four seven was… a curse.
"You're staring," Emma said with a smug grin, reading the report on the fire incident.
"I am not," Regina scoffed, returning her attention to the copy she had in her manicured hands.
She had chosen red nail polish because once Emma had said, half asleep, that she looked hot with red fingernails. And red lipstick, too.
The Sheriff had yet to acknowledge that, and also the tight pencil skirt, and the fact that Regina buttoned her silk t-shirt only to the point where her cleavage started.
Well, apparently the fire report was a lot more interesting than her boobs.
Sighing, Regina turned her eyes back to the paper.
It was Sunday morning, and it should be obvious that she was dressed like some sort of slutty Mayor with an ulterior motive.
Regina's office was gradually coming back to normal, and she had to thank Katherine for hiring the most efficient contractors of Storybrooke. She glanced at Emma for a second and she could've sworn the blonde was smirking.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing."
Regina scoffed again, and again she returned her eyes to the report. It had been a month since the accident, and yesterday Emma was officially free from the last stitches and discharged from medical care. Regina thought she might be interested in something else than paperwork.
"Huh, this doesn't look good," Emma mumbled with a frown.
"Fire incidents usually don't," was the snarky reply.
"I'm serious, Regina. You might wanna take a look at this-"
The brunette rolled her eyes. You might want to take a look at this body, Miss Swan…
She stood up from her chair and moved around the conference table to where the blonde was sitting. She leaned over to look closer just to find, across the typed technical report, something Emma added in red marker.
ARE YOU WET?
Regina had time to let out a horny shaky breath before Emma pulled her to her lap.
When Regina felt her skilled hands on her, her ability to scold Emma Swan disappeared. The blonde cupped one of her breasts from behind, and massaged it gently and roughly at the same time, popping her bra open to get real access to her sensitive nipples. The other hand travelled down her thighs and came back up, dragging her pencil skirt as high as she could.
She liked it, the way Emma manage to dominate her with utter silence.
That, and a very dirty mind.
When the blonde's middle finger surpassed the underwear barrier and touched her impossibly wet core, Regina moaned and Emma let out a groan against the back of her head. Regina didn't know what was more maddening – her erratic and loud breathing on her ear, or the tip of her finger slowly sliding down to her entrance…
"Emma…"
"Mm?"
"Em-Emma…"
"Yeah?"
"Inside," she hissed.
"Inside?"
"Deep. Now. Inside. Please-"
Emma increased the pressure of the other hand and tore Regina's silk blouse open with one pull, making the mother-of-pearl buttons fly in every direction of the office. Regina reached down and grabbed Emma's teasing hand, urging her to her entrance as she took care of removing her underwear, buckling her hips.
Regina sensed the hot, breathy chuckle tickling her neck, and that distracted her for a second, until Emma's finger slid inside, completely inside of her. She gasped, and then her own hands travelled back, behind Emma's head.
Her fingers tugged violently on blonde locks. With a groan of pain, Emma accelerated the pace, moving in and out faster, kneading her ass with the palm of her hand.
She looked over the brunette's shoulder, adoring the sight of her smooth, olive thighs spread open, feet propped on top of the conference table for support. Each gasp, each hiss, each sound Regina made was enough to make her go crazy, but it was when she let out that deep, throaty moan that Emma lost her shit.
She squeezed her lavish breasts with her left hand, trying to grab both at the same time as she resumed penetrating her with her finger; she added a second one, and the vocal reaction she got made her grin. She kept the pace as steady as she could, until she caught a slight tremor on the brunette's inner thighs.
"Emma… Emma… don't… stop," Regina hissed, turning her head to her left, trying to capture the blonde's lips with hers. "Please, don't…. Yes! God, yes… Like this, please… more more more Emma more GOD- Oh GOD… More more mmhp-!"
Emma covered her mouth with hers, muffling the last part of whatever she was trying to say when she came violently on her hand. Emma smirked against her lips when she felt warm wetness slowly dripping from her palm and puddling on the crotch of her jeans.
She slowly withdrew her fingers as Regina's body shuddered against her front. Emma ran her exhausted and slick hand upwards, taking care of Regina's right breast while the other remained on the left one.
Regina relaxed against her, and she drew her arms back, using her hands to cover Emma's hands on her breasts. Her head turned softly to where Emma's face was, and she chuckled.
"You're…I'm…"
"Catch your breath," Emma whispered, plating a soft kiss on her temple. "I'm not done yet."
Regina chuckled. "You're… going to… kill me."
"Should've thought twice before putting on those clothes and painting your nails red, Madam Mayor," Emma hissed in her ear.
Regina closed her eyes and moaned, feeling her core throb. It was so sensitive that she could not believe she was still that much lubricated. Emma draped one arm around her belly and used her hip to prop Regina off her lap, pushing her forward so she'd bent over the table.
"I always wanted to fuck you from behind," Emma grunted against her hair, lifting the rest of her pencil skirt, crumpling the fabric around Regina's waist.
The brunette turned her face so that her left cheek was resting on Emma's report. "You should've asked sooner," she moaned when she felt the exact same digit entering her again. She was amazed that instead of pain, she was feeling renewed waves of pleasure rolling over her abdomen. "I've fantasized about this so many… times while I was working…"
"How was it?" Emma asked, grabbing her hip with her free hand as she kept pumping in and out of the brunette, almost dissolving into mush when Regina spread her legs further, granting more access and the sight of her ass. "Oh, Regina… Don't do that to me…" Emma moaned, bending over so that her front was glued to Regina's back, hastening the pace, trying to go deeper, desperate to possess that woman in every way she could.
"You were a… s-savage," Regina whispered. "Ag-Aggressive. Like… t-that, Emma… Oh like that, Emm- Uh-" she let out a strangled cry as she pressed herself back against the blonde's crotch.
She closed her eyes, reaching out to grab the edges of the table for support, feeling her knees give away when Emma started to use her hips to help with the pumping movement. Yes, a savage.
She loved savage Emma, and as much as she would have loved to dwell into her fantasy coming true, she didn't last long this time, coming frenetically with a loud cry of Emma's name.
Emma plunged her fingers out and fell back on the chair, pulling Regina with her, softly this time.
"I have thirteen years of hot and yearning stored," Emma sighed, rolling the shirt's fabric down the brunette's shoulder, planting a kiss on her warm, slick skin. "I could fuck you forever. And hold you here in my arms forever."
Regina closed her eyes and smiled, breathing in Emma's scent, grabbing a handful of the blonde's shirt. Sweat ran down her spine. "Don't you have work tomorrow, dear?" she panted.
"Screw work. Can you talk to my boss and ask her to discharge me? I think she might say yes."
"I think your boss will have to yell at you tomorrow because you wrote indecent words on the report that you were supposed to sign and turn in to the Fire Department."
"Oh, crap, Regina!" Emma laughed. "You don't have another copy?"
"This one is watermarked-"
"Fuck it. I want to see Gale's face when you sent this to her. Even though you find her hot and stuff-"
"I can't believe you're still jealous because I said once that she was-"
"Regina, I was jealous of Robin even when I thought that I hated you, and I wanted to punch a wall when your mother mentioned his name over dinner!"
"You are so cute, Emma Swan…"
"I'm not cute!" the blonde grunted, leaning in the kiss Regina planted on her cheek as she grazed her jawline with her red fingernails. "I'm a savage. I'm aggressive, and I'm… I AM NOT cute, Regina!"
The brunette laughed whole heartedly, sticking her nose into the crook of Emma's deliciously warm neck.
"I want to stay here forever, too. I can't live without all the savageness now."
"Good," Emma grunted, smirking. "Because you won't, Madam Mayor. Just yell next time you want me."
XXX
Emma huffed, furiously burying her fingers into her hair as she started at the stack of paper in front of her.
"Why are you still doing this? It's not like… she's gonna be mad at you or anything," David chuckled. "In fact, she looks suspiciously… smiley."
"She's my boss, and she's your boss. Get going with your folders because she's gonna be mad when she sees we're not done yet."
"Whipped."
"I'm not whipped! I'm having dinner with the Mills tonight," she said. "I just want to rub to her face that I can be organized!"
"Just to prove a point?"
She shrugged, looking down at the painfully boring task at hand. If Regina showed up, which she did a lot these days, she would see they hadn't made any progress with the budget reports.
Emma swallowed when she heard the clicking noise of her heels. The glass door flared open with a crack, and expensive perfume entered first, followed by the Mayor.
Regina wouldn't just show up.
She would make an fucking entrance.
In tight clothes and black heels, and she would find a way to give Emma the most painful blue balls in the world even though she didn't even have balls. She groaned internally, catching David's subtle smirk.
"By the look on your face, this is not finished, is it, Sheriff?" Regina asked with that bossy voice, one hand on her insinuating waist as she used the other to repeatedly tap at Emma's desk.
"Um," Emma kept her eyes on the folders. "We were about to conclude, Madam Mayor."
Regina gave her a spiteful smile, a set of straight white teeth in contrast with red lipstick. "Oh really? Can I check your report, Deputy Nolan?"
Emma groaned internally, feeling her abdominal muscles jerk painfully when Regina moved slowly to stand between their desks. The brunette turned her back on Emma to talk to him, and she found a way – she always did – to rub her rear against the blonde.
As Emma remained sprawled on her chair, Regina discreetly leaned her ass back, grazing the armrest, back and forth as she scolded David, almost as if she had two brains – one to yell at subordinates, one to drive Emma Swan insane.
"This is far from concluded, Deputy," she said sternly, using the fact that she was gesticulating to step back and press herself harder on the support. "This barely contains the expenses of a unique week-"
Emma wanted to be that armrest.
"Let me guess," she said suddenly, spinning on her heels and facing Emma. "The other weeks are not done either."
"Not… done," Emma staggered, folding her legs tightly. "I'm getting it wrapped up and on your desk… this afternoon."
Regina glared down at the blonde, raising one suspicious eyebrow and then smacking her red lips together. "Fine. Do not disappoint me, Sheriff," she purred.
She fucking purred.
In front of David.
When the brunette was gone – leaving behind a trail of perfume and pheromones that were probably designed to affect and destroy one particular Emma Swan – the blonde Sheriff finally let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
"I need a cigarette," she whispered weakly, closing her eyes as she rested her head on the back of the chair.
"You can't smoke," he said.
"You're just saying that because Regina told you to. Who's whipped now?"
"Still you," he laughed.
David was too polite to bring up the subject, but Emma knew he had noticed at least the innuendo. What he couldn't possibly know was the torture that awaited her.
A three hour meal, with Regina running her heeled foot through the length of Emma's leg under the table, while Cora watched her manners and Henry babbled non-stop about three or four different subjects.
Not that she was complaining – bless them for caring about her. It was just hard to make her brain focus on other people when Regina was around.
"I won't tell her if you won't," Emma begged.
"I won't give you a cigarette," David said, calmly propping his feet on his desk as he opened a fishing magazine. "And you should start working on those budget reports and think about… Mr. Gold or… something. It might help keep… your soldier down."
"You do realize I'm not a boy, right?"
"It would be fun to watch, if you were."
"Fuck you, David."
XXX
Emma tried not to overdress for the evening, but she ended up in the dark pantsuits and white shirt she bought on a whim after finishing those damn budget reports.
She felt nervous the first time she was invited over for dinner at 108 on Mifflin Street. Back then, she just had those clumsy-and-soft-lovemaking-after-prom memories.
Now, she was a lot more nervous than the first dinner. The brunette had showed one deep dirty side of her that Emma could die for, but which was extremely inappropriate when you had to be out in public, like dinner with your mother-in-law and your girlfriend's ten year old son.
She took a deep breath and then rang the doorbell, hoping Cora would pour her something strong to drink. That should help her prepare to restrain her impulses around the Mayor.
To her utter surprise, it was Regina who got the door this time.
Emma was not ready for that.
Her perfect body was clasped in the tightest, blood red dress Emma had ever seen. Her breasts were nearly popping from the neckline, and Jesus Christ her ass in that thing…
"Breathe, dear," Regina whispered, using one finger to push Emma's jaw back. She had the most beautiful smile on her face, and Emma just wanted to drop on her knees and-
"Huh," she grunted, shaking her head as she took a step inside. She might be looking like a Neanderthal, and that smug look on Regina's face proved her she was right about that.
Regina loved to play with this new found weakness, but Emma had mixed feelings about that. The brunette's libido was probably God sent, but she didn't like much to be reduced to a sex-driven imbecile who could not articulate words around one person. She wanted to turn tables and get the upper hand on that game.
"Oh, there you are," Cora came towards her from the kitchen. "Not late!"
"That's me," Emma said with a chuckle, because it was easier to fake-antagonize Cora than face Regina and her sculpted-by-the- fucking-Gods body inside that dress. "I'm usually on time when there's food. Or fire."
"I'm impressed the whole town's not smitten over that quick mouth of yours, Sheriff."
Emma almost choked.
She was sure Cora didn't mean it the dirty way, because, well, she was old. Otherwise, the tiny smirk she offered Emma would be completely off limits and inappropriate in so many levels that she chose to ignore it.
However, the coup de grâce of the moment was Regina's smirk behind her mother, rolling her tongue over her mouth, licking her lips slowly.
It should be a crime how that woman made the most trivial gestures look like porn.
Emma went from pale pink to the whole spectrum of red in seconds.
"Come have a drink, Miss Swan. You look hot," Cora frowned at her nervousness and the flushed face. "Would you like some homemade cider?"
Emma sank into the couch, covering her face on her hands as she heard Regina walk away to the kitchen with an amused chuckle.
"Yeah, cider sounds good, Mrs. Mills," she said in a muffled voice, trying to recompose as the older woman served two glasses from a beautifully adorned flask, hopefully unaware of the dirty banter going on.
Cora was dressed casually, and just then it occurred to Emma that she had never seen the woman looking so carefree like that.
"Where's Henry?"
"Combing his hair. We're going to the movies for the first time today. Regina said it would be good if we bonded."
"You're not… staying for dinner?" Emma gasped, kicking herself for the strangled sound she made when she spoke.
Cora blinked at her, a bit of arrogance on her face. "No, we're not, dear. You can ogle my daughter in that indecent dress all you want-"
Emma spat the cider in front of her, making Cora gasp. She was sure she was going to be on the receiving end of a full lecture on manners, when Henry arrived and plopped down next to her on the couch.
"Nice shirt," the boy told her with a nod and then said "My mom keeps a lot of your shirts in her closet, but I think she doesn't have any without patterns. That's yours, I mean."
Regina entered the living room with a glass of wine the second her son finished telling her on.
Finally it was Emma's turn to smirk and look cocky as the brunette blushed and avoided her eyes.
"Well, we should go," Cora said, standing up as she sat her empty glass on the coffee table. "Are you ready, sweetheart?"
"Yup," Henry nodded, patting Emma on the shoulder and quickly standing up to kiss his mother goodbye. "Bye, Mom. Bye, Emma."
Emma felt her heart flutter at the sight – it was impressive how Regina went from sultry to sweet within seconds – she smiled softly as she kissed the top of his head and waved at Cora.
"Have fun!" she called out.
When they were both gone, the brunette closed the door behind her and turned to Emma with a serious, unreadable look on her face. She removed the apron she had tied around her waist and threw it on the nearest chair.
"We're skipping dinner, if you don't mind," she said with that low, husky voice, glancing at the blonde above her shoulder as she ran the tips of her fingers over the banister.
Fuck.
Emma's legs were paralyzed. She had been on a fire before, and well, it was safe to say that fire didn't feel as hot as having Mayor Mills breathing and snapping orders around her.
It took her a full minute to react and move. She followed the trail of perfume Regina left on her wake, and climbed the stairs after her. She had never been there before – not inside, at least – and she started to recognize the area that led to her old bedroom.
On her right, a door stood ajar, and a yellowish beam of light spread on the carpet runner. She walked slowly, a soft tune catching her ear the moment she stuck her head inside.
"Gina?" she whispered.
"Emma Swan, you have three seconds to-"
"Hi," Emma grinned from ear to ear when Regina bust out from the adjoining bathroom, looking a little irritated.
She was naked.
God. Damn. Naked.
And angrily horny.
Emma gasped for air as Regina's eyes grew darker. She came towards the blonde swaying her hips slowly, without breaking eye contact for a second.
"No touching," Regina murmured, eschewing from the blonde's eager hands. She delicately hooked her fingers around Emma's belt loops and softly pushed the blonde, who fell backwards on the mattress without any resistance as her green eyes remained glued to her.
Regina straddled her, throwing her arms around her neck and drawing her mouth near Emma's ear. With a shaky sigh, she tangled her fingers with Emma's hair and claimed her lips into a demanding and hot kiss.
Emma groaned as Regina's tongue claimed passage between her lips. She wanted to eat that woman out until she begged her to stop, but no touching. Damn.
Regina kissed Emma passionately, cupping her face gently. She began to rock her hips, rubbing herself against the flyer of Emma's pants, and a long, deep moan escaped her crimson lips, the sound ripping through Emma's body like an electric current.
Her first reaction was to grab Regina's hips roughly, but the brunette shook her head. "I said no touching," she whispered, untucking Emma's shirt from her pants and ripping it open as she continued to rock back and forth. "A shirt for a shirt," she mumbled with a smirk, lowering her eyes to check Emma's bra and ripped abdomen. "Take them off," she moved a lazy finger over Emma's torso.
The blonde narrowed her eyes as her breathing intensified. She got rid of the shirt and unclasped her bra, throwing the item carelessly to the side. Regina resumed her pace, and Emma knew that she was doing that to torture her about what had happened at the Station earlier.
It was working, and Regina was grinning about that.
Emma whimpered when she felt the wetness on her clothes. She knew some of that was hers, but what she was feeling against her thighs was definitively Regina's. She got up from the blonde's lap and Emma could confirm; there was a small milky smudge where the other woman had been sitting. She grinned at that for a second before looking up at Regina.
"Did you like my bedroom?" she asked with that sultry voice, turning around.
"Oh c'mon, Regina-" Emma growled, reaching out to grab her ass.
"Oh c'mon Regina what?" the brunette slapped her hands away. "Be a good girl and lay on your back, Sheriff…"
Emma threw herself on her bed, plopping her head down on Regina's pillow, instantly taking in the scent of her hair. Her hips jerked upwards when Regina crawled on top of her.
"Uh-uh, no touching," Regina whispered, pinning the blonde's wrists above her head and leaning in for another languid kiss, making their erect nipples graze for a moment.
To Emma's surprise, Regina let go of her wrists and sat up, giving her back to her as she gently sat on Emma's crotch and resumed the rocking movement.
The sight of her ass itself was to die for, but Emma thought she was going to lose her shit when Regina started to let out murmurs of pleasure as she enjoyed herself against Emma's hips.
"Regina, for the love of God-"
Without turning around, Regina instructed "Reach under the pillow. I got you something, Miss Swan-"
Emma's hips buckled again when she heard that lustful Miss Swan coming out of her lips. She tucked one hand underneath the fluffy pillow and gasped when she held a thick object.
Emma's lids fluttered shut as she breathed "You didn't-"
"I did," Regina smiled, crawling back up to kiss her as she unzipped her dark pants and dragged them down all the way from Emma's hips to her ankles.
Emma watched in contemplation as the woman reached under the pillow and removed the object herself. Regina expertly buckled the harness to the blonde's eager hips, and then attached the 'accessory' to the front. Emma was hypnotized by her manicured hand around it.
Regina kissed her softly when she finished, and dismounted her, lying on her side. For a second, she looked exactly as nervous as she had been that first time, and that was enough to make Emma roll and claim her position on top of her, touching as much as she wanted.
They locked their lips into a furious kiss as Emma used her hands to explore every inch of skin that she had been denied a few minutes ago.
Regina smiled at her, closing her eyes as she spread herself, using her hands to guide Emma's hips between her legs, squeezing her ass cheeks with her fingernails to demand pressure.
Emma gave it a small, tentative thrust, and Regina's gasp of surprise came followed by a look of wanton desire.
"Take me," Regina hissed in her ear, clasping her arms tightly around Emma's torso for support as she buckled her hips against Emma. "Take me now," she panted.
Emma didn't need to hear it again; she hammered herself inside the brunette.
"Oh God…"
"You like that?" Emma panted.
"Yes!" Regina hissed, opening her eyes to stare at the blonde. "Yes… yes… like that… yes!"
Emma was pretty sure that, if she heard another yes coming from the bottom of Regina's throat, she was going to come without even being touched…
Regina knew that she might be looking like a sultry and sassy goddess of sex to that woman above her. She kept her eyes glued to Emma's face as she rocked her boyish hips vigorously against her, hitting pleasure spots she didn't know she had until now.
Emma had that face of adoration, even though she might be thinking she looked all cocky – literally – fucking her after all the teasing.
But the truth was, Emma had always been Regina's weak spot. She had always been the green eyes that haunted Regina even when she was awake. She had been a smug smirk and a nasty comment that coated a lot of admiration. She had been a mouth that was excellent at yelling profanities and murmuring sweet things to her. She had been a pair of muscular arms that now grasped her mattress to fuck her furiously, but she was also a pair of arms that would hold Regina forever if she so desired.
That idiot was her love, her heart.
And Emma noticed the change on her expression; she noticed that Regina was not only letting her be her partner in obscene flirtation during work hours.
She noticed that Regina was giving her permission to much more.
Emma used one hand to caress Regina's flushed face. "You look pretty… when you're about to come," she whispered in between grunts, leaning down for a gentle kiss. "Can I see it… forever?"
That was it. Regina came hard with a loud, strangled moan, unannounced to her own hips as Emma repeatedly hit her new favorite spot. She grabbed handfuls of blonde locks, furiously trying to get some support.
Emma did not complain from pain or anything like that. She waited.
She patiently waited, like she always did, until she let go of her hair and her arms fell limply beside her limp body.
Regina shuddered underneath her, trying to speak as those green eyes seemed to watch her soul.
"Promise me this is what you want," she whispered, panting slightly after ten to fifteen minutes.
"To guard you and make you come forever?" Emma chuckled. "What kind of question is that, Mills?"
"I just needed to make sure," Regina chuckled in return, cupping Emma's face and wishing he had a camera to snap a picture of that sweet smile. "Idiot."
XXX
The bell chimed when Emma entered Granny's diner. Ruby looked up from the plates she was stacking on top of the counter.
"I need a cigarette."
Ruby sighed and shook her head. "No, you don't. "
"I can't believe Regina recruited you too."
"Dude, it's not possible to say no to that woman when she gives you that look," Ruby said, shuddering slightly.
"Heard about Killian?"
"Yeah."
"And you're doing nothing?"
"Nope."
"He's leaving!"
The long-legged brunette almost dropped a plate. "What?"
"Oh c'mon, Ruby!" Emma slumped down the stool across from her on the counter.
Ruby threw a ragged cloth over her shoulder and placed both hands on the counter. "He's going to visit his uncle in Boston, then he's coming back! I can't believe you bought the theatrical version. He only wanted to borrow your car, doofus!"
"I'm gonna kill that dramatic son of a bitch!"
"I thought, for a while, that he was eventually going to leave. Because, you know… I think he likes me, but then… He forced me to talk to Dorothy! Who does that when you have feelings for a person?"
"Killian does," Emma shrugged. "He stayed while you were miserable. All these years that I made you miserable, he stayed. Now you're happy, and he's letting you go. And being a drama queen."
"And why does it bother you so much, Emma?" Ruby spat.
Emma scratched the back of her neck, uncomfortably.
"It bothers me 'cause… all these years… everyone was good to you, and I didn't let you go," the blonde said slowly. "That shoddy pirate is making me feel like a real bastard! You were the only reason I didn't fall apart, and you were the reason I stayed sane. Everyone was great, and I was the worst. And I guess… I wanted to…"
Ruby's eyes were glistening when Emma looked up, but she was smiling.
"Don't apologize, animal. I had fun, okay? I mean, sex was great and God bless your tongue, but you have to stop punishing yourself at some point, you know. I thought you were the one for me, and I thought that I would never be able to feel this again for anyone else… I'm… I'm in love with her, Emma. Have you seen her arms?"
Emma chuckled, feeling her heart lighten inside her chest.
"I'm happy that you can smile again, Ruby Lucas."
"I'm happy that you can smile again, Emma Swan. You were such a pain in the ass!"
Emma laughed. "Okay, now that the gay moment is over, what can I have that's on the house?"
"Stop being a cheap ass!"
Emma let out a nervous laugh that Ruby knew all too well. When she grabbed the menu and started to read it, the waitress got the confirmation that she needed.
"Em?"
"I'm just trying to complete my savings, you know…"
Ruby folded her arms.
"If I'm handing free food, I need to know why, Emma Swan."
Emma looked up. She let out a deep sigh and stuck both hands on her jeans pockets, leaning forward to get closer to her friend. Her green eyes seemed a little scared.
"Would you help me… buy a ring?"
