Gunner4Life I agree, Emma needs to stop running. HIM will be revealed next chapter. It's not a surprise actually. No. He is not Henry's father that is for sure. ;)

Some Stranger: yeah yeah! Thanks sa review! xD

LostSoulSaveMe: hahaha yeah.. in a dress and the last time we saw her in a dress was season one episode one. :D It'll be nice to see her wear something like that once in a while :D

Guest: Thank you for the comment! :)

KooshGID: No, I wouldn't make it as if it was just another magnetic force field story that consist of a couple of days.

I'm really sorry for not updating as early as possible. With the holidays and moving to another place, I got really busy. But just so you know, I wouldn't leave this story. That is for sure.

Disclaimer: OUAT is not mine.

any mistakes are mine and mine alone :D

so, here is the "date" night :)

I hope you enjoy it!

and if you have time please read "White Flowers" it's a one shot that I wrote recently :)

"A dress?"

"Yes Miss Swan. Do you have a problem with that?" Regina asked raising an eyebrow on the process.

"I… can I just wear my usual?"

"If you are talking about that leather jacket of yours and that tight jeans of yours then you might as well not come with me." Regina responded with a bit of pepper flakes on her tone.

"Alright! Alright your majesty!" Emma replied rolling her eyes whilst bowing just to humour the Latina and she was rewarded with an eye roll.

After a couple of hours looking for the perfect dress— although in Emma's opinion it will never be a perfect dress when you are with someone as perfect as Regina Mills. She might as well wear the woman. Out of the clothes that she had she found a tight pink dress that cut just perfectly on the middle of her legs showing the perfect length of the pair she owned.

"Are you ready Miss Swan?" Regina asked from the bedroom.

Emma then emerged from the bathroom looking all awkward as before. Regina checked her out and smirked.

"I see you have an adequate clothing for the night." She commented whilst fighting the urge to push the blonde and kiss her senselessly. Emma wore her hair down with its natural curls that makes her more gorgeous than she is. Regina also noticed that Emma wasn't wearing her black rimmed glasses that hide her emerald eyes.

"Do I really have to wear this?" Emma asked, her face scrunched adorably in confusion.

"Yes. You are well aware of the place where we are going."She replied shaking her head at the blonde. She might find her raging in her tight jeans and red leather jacket however, it is not appropriate for a fine dining that she reserved.

Regina could feel eyes on her and it's not the usual kind of set that looks at her awkwardly, instead the set of eyes were giving her shivers—good shivers—down on her spine. The eyes were raking her body, observing her like a specimen in a microscope. The eyes were observant and when she looked at the direction of the eyes, she was met by a succubus like stare of Miss Swan. Her eyes dilated as well and her chocolate brown eyes darkened same as the colour of coffee.

"Y-you look… WOW!" Emma exclaimed not knowing the right words to say. She was wearing deep maroon strapless dress that stops at the middle of the thighs. Her hair are still the same as how she wear it, only this time she was using a pin on one side, the pin looks gorgeous with its ruby red stone in the middle with a couple of Swarovski crystal around the stone. It looked expensive and rather beautiful, perfectly fit for a queen-like beauty that is Regina Mills. Her makeup was simple, a little bit of eye shadow and light blush on, the only noticeable feature on her face aside from her mystifying brown orbs was the deep crimson glossing her luscious lips. Emma wonders what if feels like to wipe that red with her lips. Maybe it's still the same. Maybe she will still taste sweet but other than that, it will be a different experience.

"Ever so eloquent, Miss Swan." Regina said with a knowing smirk adorning her red lips.

"Yeah, yeah… whatever. You still look good! Like fucking good. Fuckable good." She replied gaining back a little bit of her confidence. And if Regina was stunned then, she is pretty damn good in hiding it. Maybe she's used to the blonde teasing her every way possible.

The ride from their hotel to Le Meurice was peace and quiet even. Maybe it was Emma being unusually quiet and Regina being all prim and proper as usual. Nonetheless, it was good quiet. Upon arrival, the two of them were led to a table near the windows. The restaurant was playing soft classical songs that make the place much more elegant. Emma could feel her hands sweating in nervousness. This is something she doesn't experience everyday and to experience it first hand with the woman whom she was attracted to makes her feel like a train wreck.

"Hey." She heard Regina muttered softly. She dared to look up only to see a warm smile from the other woman. She also tried to give a smile of her own but it ends up looking like a grimace. "Breathe." Regina said before winking at her.

Their waiter for the night came in and Emma let Regina order for the both of them. She just watched Regina work as if she is an audience in a ballet performance. They way Regina's eyes roamed on the menu, the way her hand elegantly move as if they were dancing in a music that hadn't heard by anyone but herself. She was talking to the waiter looking all bossy but the softness on the way she talk make Emma think of the Swan Queen that she was able to watch before.

Regina is like the Queen.

The restaurant, this place… is her lake.

And Emma…

Emma is well… Emma.

"Are you okay?" Regina asked and just like that, the spell dispersed as if she was kissed by the prince or a queen with red lips.

She just stared at Regina not knowing what to say. Instead she just nods and prayed that her mouth wasn't agape while doing so. She knows that she is quite stupid but she doesn't need to look like one as well.

"Chef Alain isn't here. They said that he had to fly back to New York for a convention. However, he told the staff that I will be going here tonight." Maybe Regina and that famous chef was quite close enough for him to remind the staff of their arrival.

"How did you met him exactly?" She asked.

"We had an auction. I was asked to participate on the said event and met him." Regina said softly. "He was unlike any other people in the society, hierarchy wise. He was humble and when I told him that I visit Paris once in a while, he told me to stop by. I never had a chance until now." She added.

"So, you were close then?" Emma asked, eager to know something from the brunette.

"No. He was close with the guy you saw me with three years ago." She replied. The air of discomfort didn't escape Emma so she decided to change the subject.

"Do you know how to cook?" She asked.

"I do." Regina replied, glad that the woman infront of her change the subject. A sore subject that somewhat disseminate when she talks to the blonde.

"I never really knew how to cook. Living alone didn't help for me to learn how to cook. As I've said before, I don't have parents. I had a lot of foster parents though and one of which are here in Paris. I was visiting them." She said.

"Why didn't you stay with them?" Regina asked, again feeling sorry for the blonde. She can feel it again, the punch in the gut that she felt before the first time the blonde told her about not having parents.

"They migrated here. Although they wanted me to stay with them, I can't. I'm not their legal daughter and the immigration are strict with papers and It'll be a couple of days before I'm eighteen when they left for Paris. They left me a couple of money though."

"What about that three years ago that you told me? Were you lying when you told me you saw me here?" Regina asked, suddenly confused as to how she manage to see her when the immigration is strict.

"They made it look like as if they were my guardian. They wanted to bring me here, live with them. They were the only family I have. They were the only family that made me feel like their own. It's just sad that they can't. But, it's over now. At least, I saw them again. All is fine." Emma said putting up a brave face. Regina was looking at her with soft eyes, it doesn't say much about being sorry for her, rather, she sees amusement and it made her smile at the woman who returned it with a soft smile as well.

Their staring contest was interrupted with the waiter bringing in their order.

It was a full course meal and Emma doesn't know how much it cost but didn't ask. Afraid that Regina might change her mind and cleaning the plates for the evening is not enough for her to pay the food that they had eaten.

They stayed for a couple of minutes just enjoying the night.

"What is your work exactly?" Emma asked curiously.

"I'm an account manager in an advertising firm." Regina said slowly. She missed the part where, the advertising firm was co-owned by her but now it's all hers because of some stuff that had happened.

"I feel like you are hiding something. You are not just an account manager are you? I can tell when some people lie you know." She said feeling like she gained an upper hand.

"I'm just an account manager. See for yourself." She replied whilst getting a calling card from her purse. It's a good thing that it wasn't the other card that she uses when she goes to convention. Maybe she'll tell Emma but now is not really the time for that.

Emma, on the other hand was still having doubts on the woman infront of her. She's a mystery that is yet to unfold. God knows the things she wants to unfold when it comes to the woman.

"Fine. Fine. You win Miss Mills. But just so you know, Mills is not an ordinary surname for "just" an account manager." She replied. "Anyway, I have been meaning to ask… if you are working in an advertising firm, how did you even meet the chef?" She added.

"Remember when I told you something about an auction earlier?" Emma nodded. "I handled that account, they asked me to work on it and I did." It was actually, him that pointed out that she should do it knowing how she wanted to meet the chef—since the chef was one of the participants of the said event. "I then met the man. Told him about my knowledge on food and he was rather amazed by it and the rest is history." She replied with a smile.

They were interrupted by the waiter who brought them something that was placed on a silver tripod with dome lid. Emma stared at it with lustful anticipation. The food that was served to them earlier was exquisite and something that her taste buds hadn't tasted in all her life. The chef slide the lid and reveal the treasure inside. A silver bowl, held snug a perfect sponge; an exquisitely moist yeast cake. It was split down the centre in a slightly to show the contrast between the golden sheen of its exterior and the fluffy white of its innards. It wasn't done yet, a sommelier came with a tray holding six bottles of premium rhum, Emma let Regina to choose and when she did, the rhum was poured over the sponge. The adorning of the desert was completed by another waiter who expertly widened the split down the middle of the cake and heaped a couple of large dollops of vanilla cream on top.

"Baba au Rhum from the chef. He said that he apologizes for not being able to see you but he hopes that you and your acquaintance had a fine evening. Enjoy" And with that the chef left them.

"Looks... simple." Emma commented. It was true it wasn't as exciting as it looks like, but the moment Emma tasted like heaven mix with hell. It is like the ultimate celestial food. It's a food made from heaven but the lust filled smell of rhum makes it sinfully delicious.

"I take it back." Emma said after finishing her last spoonful of desert. It was a trap though. The moment she lifts her eyes to look at the woman infront of her makes her think things inappropriately—not that she wasn't thinking about those things when she's around and not around (hardly) the brunette. This is extreme tease in so many levels. The way Regina put the spoon in her mouth, and lick the remaining cream on it makes the heat between her legs grew hotter and hotter. Regina was closing her eyes as if she is in a deep coma called ecstasy and in Emma's eyes it is the reason why Eve ate the forbidden fruit. This is what it feels like to be lure in a deep abyss of sensuality. She was actually jealous of the spoon but she can't do anything about it. She is just stuck with the imagination that it was her tongue inside Regina's mouth, exploring it the way the spoon did.

"Emma? Emma?"

Emma could hear someone was calling for her and it was oddly a lot like Regina's but she didn't respond. Thinking that it was just the works of her silly imagination.

"Miss Swan." The voice again.

It was commanding. And it made Emma's imagination jump up to another level and it includes leather and a blindfold. She knows that it was inappropriate but she doesn't know why she can't seem to stop herself from the lust filled imagination travelling her senses.

The trance was only broken when she felt a hand shook hers. Regina was looking at her curiously and she felt heat travelled on her face making her look like a ripe tomatoes and it is not a good sign at all.

"I thought I lost you for a moment there." Regina commented. The small smile adorning her face makes Emma think that the woman had a clue on what had happened but she just played it cool instead of letting what happened bury her deeper to the hell hole that she created.

"No, I was just thinking." She replied.

Regina , on the other hand was just amused with the blonde counterpart and it actually makes her smile because if what she thinks is right, then the satisfaction of seeing a dumbfounded face from the blonde was rather amusing. It somewhat warms her heart on the thought, she knows that she must be alarmed because of the pervy way Emma thinks but she is not. Instead, the warm right on her chest makes she feels giddy. It has been a long time since she felt something like this. Maybe if she just let go fully then maybe, just maybe she'll be able to feel full satisfaction.

"Let's go?" Regina asked.

"uh yeah." Emma responded awkwardly. She wasn't expecting a reaction from the brunette but it actually makes her feel uncomfortable because of the way she was thinking earlier but fuck it. Emma Swan doesn't do awkward.

She rise from her seat and took Regina's hand who was shocked by the sudden contact from the blonde. And just like a perfect gentleman—woman—Emma helped Regina with her coat and in getting in the car.

The ride was quiet on the start and it was Regina who broke the ice halfway through,

"So, what are you working on? I mean, you are eighteen. You must be working right now."

"I am a photographer. Amateur one. I submit photos to a publishing house and if they want it, they pay me." She replied, shrugging. Regina was quite alarm with the thought.

"Are you like a paparazzi?" She asked.

"No. Those imbeciles love to pry on other's life and it sucks." She said. "I'm more of a Peter Parker kind." She said cheekily.

"Are you secretly Spiderwoman?" Regina asked jesting.

"I am." Emma answered. "Except that, I don't have a prick of a boss. Granny is actually good to me." She said.

"Granny?" Regina asked curiously because if she wasn't mistaken, this same Granny is the same grandmother her bestfriend has that have a publishing company.

"Yeah, I call her Granny Lucas. I live in one of her apartments in the big apple." Bingo! "She has a granddaughter who is a bit older than me. Like your age I think. She's my step brother's ex. I only saw her once."

"And your step brother is?"

"Graham." She just said. The same Graham who left to migrate, who has a blonde step sister.

Small world indeed.

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