And, we're back! Things are about to get steamier, and I promise major smut for Chapter 3 if you're good and R&R for us ;) Thanks, and enjoy!
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Emma could only remember being this wet one other time in her life, but never in front of this many people. The reaction clearly presenting itself between her spread thighs was undoubtedly the result of delicate hands with devilish intentions. The sexy cop wasted no time running her palms along Emma's slender frame, all the way down the outside of her legs, and back up the inside – the sensation of the woman's fingertips reaching intimate heights, making the Sheriff quake in her boots.
The hands snaked back around to her hips, traveling up the blonde's torso. Emma found herself praying for something she shouldn't want, but nevertheless felt the dancer cupping her tits roughly with both hands. The crowd erupted, but in her ear, Emma could swear she heard a soft hum echoing her own moan. Quickly, as if to cover it up, the woman whisked her hands away and gave Emma's ass a firm and audible slap. For the second time, Emma felt herself whipping around to give this woman a piece of her sex-hazed mind, but her efforts were, again, thwarted.
With a sharp tug and a familiar snick, Emma found herself handcuffed.
She could almost feel the devious woman's smirk on her neck as she heard the crowd laugh and cheer at the predicament the blonde found herself in. Now, the dancer was coming in front of her, finally face to face. Emma knew she had frustration and embarrassment written all over her face, but this didn't seem to faze the woman. She simply quirked a sculpted eyebrow and stuck a finger through the front belt loop of Emma's tight jeans, tugging her forward toward the stairs. She hated being led around like a puppy, but what choice did she have?
The Sheriff watched her friends back off from the edge of the stage, making room for the show as they descended. Emma felt the woman's hands on her shoulders now, turning her to face her again. The back of the blonde's knees hit something, and suddenly the dancer was shoving her down hard by both shoulders. With a sharp exhale, Emma realized what was happening. She was about to get the traditional bachelor party lap dance. Except, she wasn't sure her friends understood exactly what they were doing to her. Nor was she sure what was about to go down.
The dancer gave a "come and get me" grin as she backed away slowly from the Sheriff, her hand coming to tug on the tie of her shirt, setting it free. With each new step backward, the woman released another button of her crisp top, revealing a black lace balconette bra. Once the shirt was fully undone, the woman titled her head back, apparently luxuriating in the new feeling of freedom, baring her chest to her onlookers. A glistening layer of sweat shone under the lights on the dancer's skin, and her chest heaved with the adrenaline coursing through her veins. Emma involuntarily licked her lips, suddenly wondering what she tasted like.
And then the dancer was back in action, strutting toward the blonde to Emma's new favorite song. As she came near the cuffed Sheriff, the woman traced a path from the blonde's knee up to her hip with a single finger, shaking her ass and continuing to dance behind Emma's chair. Emma shuddered as she felt that same finger trace across her exposed shoulder. Appearing again before her, the dancer had her back to Emma, raising her arms above her head and moving her body to the music in the most delicious of ways. Emma gulped, watching the woman touch herself all over, and knowing it was only a matter of time before that gorgeous ass would be touching her lap.
It was then that Emma became acutely aware of the fact that touching this woman was becoming more than just a want – nope, not with all that goin on in front of her. And when the partially naked ass finally made contact with the blonde's legs, working up on her and making her sex grow hotter, the Sheriff was certain. It was no longer "if I could only grab that perfect ass" but "when."
And how.
Should she be running through all the possible ways she could get her hands on this exotic dancer one day before her wedding? Probably not. But she literally couldn't help herself at this point. Plus, Regina would understand if she got one look at that ass too…right?
And one touch wouldn't hurt anything. Especially when her friends really wanted her to have a good time. So really, it was for the greater good.
But how…now that was another matter entirely. Now that the woman was facing away from Emma on her lap, legs spread wide, dipping all the way down to the floor while still grinding on the blonde, she decided that desperate times called for truly desperate measures.
Like giving her handcuff keys in her back pocket a try. It didn't take much fumbling to get ahold of them, so she deftly slipped her ring of keys out into her palm, feeling for the tiny one she prayed would somehow work. Angling the key into the hole while still cuffed was proving to be challenging, especially now that the dancer had flipped around to face her. With those perfectly round, magnificent breasts mere centimeters from Emma's lips, it was a wonder she remembered her own name, and yet she managed to lock eye to shades with the woman, all while hiding her utter amazement that when she inserted her key, the cuffs had clicked open.
Which had to mean…
Before she could reason through it any further, her dancer was grabbing Emma's face, plunging it into her tits and shimmying wildly.
In that moment, Emma learned two things about herself.
One – she would happily suffocate if it meant she could stay right in between those boobs all night.
And two – motor-boating makes her hands immediately spring into action.
Emma grabbed and firmly clenched the ass those tits belonged to. And this ass felt glorious. Emma sported a stupid grin even as she felt a sharp, angry grip on several blonde locks, snapping her head up to face the woman again. There couldn't have been more than a hair's width between them when the woman spoke for the first time.
"Oh Emma…I said don't touch."
Emma's brow furrowed as the woman leaned back, taking off her cap to reveal short raven locks, and removed her glasses. Emma's jaw hit the floor as the crowd took a collective gasp.
"REGINA?"
"In the flesh, dear."
"Shit, you're not kidding…" Emma was suddenly aware that her fiancé was practically naked on her lap in front of several dumbstruck citizens of Storybrooke. She heard familiar snickers behind her, and she made a mental note to murder Ruby, whilst praying that Mary Margaret had long since fled the scene in embarrassment.
"But…you…I…."
Regina shifted, settling her hips onto Emma's lower thighs as she crossed her arms. Her eyebrow quirk and Cheshire cat grin communicated that she had thoroughly bested the blonde, and they both knew it all too well.
Emma, deciding to throw up the white flag, tried, "…wanna get out of here?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
The Sheriff let out a deep sigh of relief, happy that she was off the hook for now and looked around frantically for her jacket. When she located it atop the dwarves' table, she ran to grab it from them, ignoring shouts of, "hey where you goin'?" and "it was just gettin' good!"
"Here," Emma draped her jacket over the Mayor's bare shoulders. "At least wear this to the car."
Regina finished gathering the discarded bits of her costume as Emma turned to glare at the table behind her. Most of the party wisely had fled, but Emma's three minions were still there, unfortunately. Emma had her hands on her hips, looking from face to face for a confession.
Belle of course, was asleep on the table, but Mary Margaret started stammering, "Emma I had no –"
"It was all me, Em. I couldn't resist." Ruby was all giggles again.
Not knowing what else to say and afraid of what Emma might do next, Mary Margaret scooped Belle up to a semi-standing position and pushed both girls toward the door.
"Yeah, you better get out of here, Ruby! You're lucky my mom's protecting you," Emma shouted after them.
"Easy there, Sheriff Swan. This plot had two conspirators, you know."
Emma was gathering Regina to her side and ushering her out before anyone else had the chance to ogle her anymore.
"Yeah but you're…amazingly sexy when you're plotting against me. And I told that bitch no funny business!"
"So, you thought I was sexy?"
Emma scoffed, "Uh, yeah babe…that was probably the hottest experience of my life."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah but…"
"What is it, dear?"
"You're not mad at me?"
As they reached Regina's Benz parked shadily behind the dumpster, the Queen husked, "Let's just say I have plans for you, Miss Swan."