A/N: girls' night out! Plus, drunken sex – NSFW chapter.
The Cauldron was quiet, unsurprisingly for a Monday evening. Regina and Kathryn headed straight for the bar where Zelena was talking to her solitary member of staff. The two sisters didn't see much of each other, despite living in the same city. Zelena had always worked in bars and restaurants which, just like Emma's shifts, made it difficult to socialise with people who enjoyed nine to five schedules. Since opening her own bar, Zelena had been even busier than usual and had only managed to pop around to see Regina for a brief coffee several weekends earlier.
"So, little sis," Zelena began as she placed two drinks in front of her patrons who were now perched on barstools, "tell me about Emma."
"You're going to meet her in five minutes. Can't you wait?" Regina pointed out.
"Nope," Zelena said, shaking her head. "I want to hear the juicy stuff, the gossip, the sordid details you won't mention in public."
"We are in public," Regina pointed out, looking around the bar. It was at that moment that she realised there were only two other people in there; a couple huddled in a booth in the far corner and looking very cosy.
"Don't bother, Zee," Kathryn advised. "I've tried for weeks to get anything more exciting than 'I've got a girlfriend' out of this one. She's being very coy."
Zelena regarded her younger sister. "Coy? That's not like you, Regina. What is it about this one you don't want us to know? Is there something wrong with her? You had no problem talking to us about your sex life with Mal."
"Yes and look how well that turned out," Regina shot back, a dour look on her face. "And there's nothing wrong with Emma."
Luckily she was spared any further interrogation when the bar door opened once more. Emma, Ruby and Belle entered, spotted the other members of their party and made their way over.
"Hey," Emma smiled as she reached Regina's side. "How was your day?"
"Fine thank you," Regina replied, craning up to kiss her girlfriend. "How was yours?"
"Quiet, relaxing," Emma said, draping her arm around Regina's shoulders. "I missed you though."
"I missed you too," Regina offered. "I love your dress," she added, taking in the fitted black top and flared golden skirt. "That style suits you."
"Thanks. I was going to wear my leather dress but I thought that would be unfair on you. You look stunning, by the way."
Another kiss landed on Regina's lips after Emma had finished admiring the red garment which adorned the brunette's petite frame.
"Um, hello," Kathryn interrupted, the two women breaking apart. "Are you going to introduce us or shall we leave you two alone?"
Rolling her eyes at the smirking woman sat beside her, Regina made her introductions before Emma introduced Ruby and Belle. After checking her bar tender was happy to hold down the admittedly empty fort, Zelena took everyone's drinks orders and invited the group to take a booth. As soon as they sat down, Emma felt Regina's hand slide into hers. She squeezed the warm fingers under the table.
"So, Emma," Kathryn began. "Regina tells me you're a chef."
"Yes. I work at Hook, Line and Sinker out in Storybrooke. Ruby works there too. She's our front of house manager."
"I've heard good things about that place. Apparently your scallops are the best on the East coast. Do you live up to your reputation?"
Emma blushed. She hated being complimented on her cooking.
"Yes, she does," Ruby jumped in. "I've never met anyone who can cook like Emma. You'll have to come and have a meal at HLS some time. All of you," she added, smiling at Zelena who had just appeared with a tray of drinks.
"We'll take you up on that," Kathryn grinned. "In fact, aren't we supposed to be doing the advertising for your place?" She turned to Regina for confirmation.
"Yes, the restaurant owner had a meeting with us a couple of weeks ago. I believe we're moving forwards now the budget has been sorted. And yes, Kat, that means you'll get to do the photoshoot."
"Photoshoot?" Emma frowned.
"Killian didn't tell you?" Regina asked. Emma shook her head. "He booked in a photo sessions this Friday. He has a list of food items he wants pictures of for the ads. I confirmed it with him last week. Did he really not tell you?"
"He hasn't been in town for weeks. Not that I mind," she added.
"Bad boss?" Zelena asked, noting the tone.
"Handsy," Emma replied shortly.
There was a pause, no one quite knowing what to say. It was only then that Regina realised how the lecherous man's inappropriate behaviour might affect her girlfriend even more than other members of staff. Of course, sexual harassment in the workplace was never ok but for Emma it might trigger dark memories.
"So does anyone have any vacation plans this summer?" Kathryn asked, breaking the slightly awkward silence.
"Yes," Belle said, practically bouncing up and down with excitement. "Ruby just told me last week that we're going to Paris to celebrate the end of my Masters."
With that, the group were lost in a conversation about European travel and education, mostly consisting on countries they dreamed of visiting and memories of drunken college parties. Regina and Emma both joined in, learning more about one another as well as their fellow group members. Soon, everyone's glasses were empty and Zelena was up to fetch another round.
"So, you're a Negroni girl," Regina remarked as the second cocktail landed in front of Emma.
"I'm partial to them," Emma nodded, taking a sip. "Plus, Belle agreed to be our designated driver for the night so I can get as drunk as I like."
"Oh really?" Regina smirked, lowering her voice. "And, pray tell, what happens when Chef Swan gets drunk?"
Emma glanced around the table to make sure no one else was listening before leaning in and whispering; "I get loud."
Although Regina was enjoying their drinks, in that moment, she wanted nothing more than to leave with Emma and return to her home.
"Can you stay at mine tonight?" she muttered.
"Am I invited?"
"Always," Regina replied, brushing her lips against the tender earlobe before pulling back and returning to the group conversation.
"So, Emma, tell us about yourself," Zelena said, eager to know more about the woman who had appeared in her little sister's life. "Where did you grow up?"
"All over, actually," Emma admitted. "I was in the foster system but I spent the majority of my teenage years in San Francisco so I guess that's where I'd call home."
"I love San Francisco," Kathryn mused. "Such a cool city."
"I think so," Emma nodded.
"Why did you move?" Zelena asked.
Emma answered without a pause. She was used to providing people with an answer which didn't give anything away. "I wanted a new challenge. I love cooking seafood and Maine seemed like the obvious place to head after I finished culinary school. I'd also spent some time in New York and I like the East coast vibe."
"We have a pretty awesome vibe," Kathryn agreed. "Do you go back and visit your foster parents much?"
"Kat," Regina admonished. "Stop being so nosey."
"I'm just asking my best friend's girlfriend about her family. What's wrong with that?" the blonde defended.
"No, it's fine," Emma jumped in before Regina could speak. "Yes, I go back once a year at Christmas to see Mary Margaret and David. They're still foster parents, so it's always an interesting time but they're the closest thing to family I have so I like to keep the tradition going. Two of my foster siblings that I lived with usually go back too and there are always a few other waifs and strays floating around."
"Sounds like quite the celebration," Zelena remarked. "Our parents never made a big deal out of Christmas. It was just another day as far as they were concerned."
"Zee, our parents were Jewish," Regina reminded her.
"So," Zelena shot back. "We still should have gotten presents. You and I weren't Jewish."
Regina rolled her eyes at her materialistic sister while Emma chuckled. Her return trip to the Nolans was always more about family than presents. With so many foster children or former foster children in the house, they couldn't afford to buy anyone anything extravagant. Emma had always enjoyed buying small presents for her family, however. Her heart swelled as she realised this year she may have two additional people to buy presents for.
"Well, I think that's enough about me. Zelena, Kat, what can you tell me about Regina's wild boarding school days?" Emma asked.
Brown eyes narrowed threateningly at the two women now looking gleeful at the opening they had been given.
"Where to begin?" Zelena teased, looking sideways at Kat.
"How about the time she climbed up onto the roof completely naked?" Kathryn suggested.
"Or the time you two stole those horses from the stables and rode to the next town just to get out of taking part on sports day," Zelena countered.
"Horse riding is exercise," Kathryn pointed out.
"Yes but hacking for fifteen miles was not an event listed in the games programme. Mother and Father were so mad when they found out. Do you remember, Gina? They grounded you for the whole summer."
"Yet thanks to the tree which grew outside my window, that didn't do much good," Regina laughed. "Half the time when they thought I was up in my room studying I was out with Kat."
"You were quite the rebel," Emma remarked. "I thought you were a good girl."
"Whatever gave you that idea?" Zelena asked. "My little sister was a wild child for the whole of her teenage years."
"What changed?" Emma asked.
Zelena and Kathryn glanced at once another. It wasn't their place to answer that question.
"I met Mal," Regina replied quietly.
"Oh."
"Who's Mal?" Belle asked, somehow not reading the change in atmosphere.
"My ex," Regina supplied.
"Oh, sorry," Belle said, cheeks flushed. Internally, she was wondering why neither Emma nor Ruby had mentioned to her that Regina had been married before.
"No, it's fine," Regina assured her. "More drinks?"
"Yes," the group chorused, prompting Zelena to get up and make her way over to the bar to refill their orders. Under the table, Emma's fingers tightened where they were still intertwined with Regina's, a silent reassurance.
Five cocktails in and the group's overall volume was rising. The bar had gathered a few more patrons but it was still empty and Zelena's bar tender didn't seem to mind his boss taking the night off to spend time with her sister and friends. After the mention of Mal, the conversation steered back into safer waters. Kathryn began asking Emma about her favourite restaurants in the area while Ruby, Belle and Regina began debating literary masterpieces. Ruby admitted to not being the world's biggest reader but since meeting Belle, she had certainly expanded her horizons.
"What time is it?" Regina asked when Ruby suggested another round.
Emma squinted at her iPhone, lying on the table in front of her. "Um, half eleven."
"I'd better not," Regina sighed. "I have to work tomorrow."
"So do we," Emma pointed out. "One more, Gina, please."
Regina raised her eyebrows at the nickname. It was something Kathryn and Zelena called her, along with a handful of friends from their boarding school days. Emma must have picked it up after hearing Kathryn and Zelena all night. She realised she didn't mind at all.
"Ok, one more," Regina agreed.
Emma grinned and leaned in to kiss Regina's neck, her lips parted and her tongue darting out to lick the sweet-smelling skin. "It'll be worth it."
Whereas seconds earlier Regina was already anticipating the hangover, the whispered promise which had just graced her ear made it all seem worthwhile. Zelena caught the darkening of her sister's eyes as she slid from the booth to get the final round of drinks. She hadn't seen Regina so enamoured with anyone since the first few heady months of her relationship with Mal. And yet, somehow, Zelena could tell that what Regina and Emma had was so much more than what her little sister had found with her first wife. She had liked Mal well enough right up until she walked out. While she had only known Emma for a few hours, she could tell the blonde would never do such a thing to her sister.
"So, Emma, how has Henry taken to you?" Kathryn asked. "Regina told me your cooking for the two of them and have won the fussy little boy over."
Regina bristled a little at the off-hand comment but didn't correct her best friend. If she hadn't confided in her about Henry's eating disorder when he was at his worst, what was the point in bringing it up now he was on the road to recovery?
"Yep," Emma nodded proudly, the alcohol dulling her awareness of the crassly worded statement. "I'm their personal chef."
"How do I get one of those?" Kathryn grinned.
"I'm sure Regina could give you a few tips," Emma winked.
"Hey," Regina pouted. "You make it sound like I trade sex for food."
Everyone laughed, including Regina. "Well, I wouldn't say no to that arrangement," Emma teased.
"What about combining the two?" Ruby piped up. At that, Belle, who had stopped drinking several rounds earlier, blushed beet red.
"Oh yes. Food in the bedroom," Zelena nodded, carrying the final tray of drinks to their table. "Very sexy."
Regina wrinkled her nose. "It's that just messy and unhygienic?"
"It doesn't have to be," Emma replied. "In fact, if you do it right, it can be in deeply erotic."
Regina actually shivered at the intensity of the gaze her girlfriend had set on her. She mentally ran through everything she had in her kitchen, wondering what they could use later that night.
"So if anyone ever wanted to know the definition of eye-fucking, this is it, ladies and gentlemen," Ruby announced, breaking the spell over the two women and causing the rest of the group to roar with laughter.
Flushed with both embarrassment and arousal, Regina took a generous sip of her martini. The feel of Emma's fingers landing on her thigh and sliding inwards, however, caused her to choke slightly on her drink.
"I think it's time to head home before these lovebirds start undressing one another," Ruby said. "Zelena, how much do we owe you?"
"It's on the house," the redhead smiled.
"Seriously? Between us we've drunk countless cocktails," Belle pointed out.
"In honour of my little sister falling in love again," Zelena reasoned.
"Then why don't you all come to HLS some time and you'll eat and drink for free, on us," Ruby suggested, glancing at Emma who nodded her agreement.
"Deal," Zelena nodded. "Do any of you need me to call you a cab?"
"No, I'm fine to drive," Belle replied. "I haven't drunk anything for two hours."
"Freddie is picking me up," Kathryn said, her words slightly slurred.
"What about you, little sis?" Zelena asked, pulling Regina back to the present and away from the sensation of the woman's fingers still teasing the inside of her thigh through the thin fabric of her dress.
"Um, Uber," Regina said eventually, voice a little constricted.
"Want me to order that for you while you get fingered by your girlfriend?" Kathryn offered.
Quick as a flash, Emma slammed her hands on the table as if trying to prove a point. It didn't matter, however. Everyone knew where the blonde's fingers had been seconds earlier. Ruby, Belle, Zelena and Kathryn roared with laughter while Regina turned and buried her face in Emma's neck, praying for the evening to be over so that she could at last be alone with the blonde. She wasn't ashamed in any way of the intense attraction she felt towards her girlfriend. But she also didn't want her best friend and sister discussing her sex life, especially not in front of two women she had only met a few hours earlier.
"I'll order it," Emma said, placing a soft kiss to Regina's temple before reaching for her cell phone.
Ten minutes later and the group spilled out onto the empty sidewalk. Since Zelena had invested all her savings into buying, renovating and opening the bar, she was currently sleeping in the small apartment above the premises. Belle helped a drunken Ruby into the brunette's own car just as Freddie pulled up to collect Kathryn. He said hello to everyone through the window but didn't seem bothered enough to get out of the car for formal introductions. Kathryn hugged Regina goodbye and told Emma she'd see her at the photoshoot on Friday.
When it was just the three of them left, Zelena turned to the couple who were stood with their arms around one another and regarded them, a soft smile on her face.
"It was lovely to have met you, Emma," she said, even through her alcohol-fuzzed brain knowing that she needed to leave the evening on a positive note. "I'm sorry if I gave you a hard time tonight but teasing Regina is one of my favourite hobbies and you were an easy target."
"Apology accepted," Emma smiled. "And it was great to meet you too. Let me know when you and Kat would like to come for dinner at HLS and I'll reserve you our best table."
"I'll do that," Zelena replied just as a Prius glided silently to a stop in front of them. "Well, bye little sis," she added, pulling Regina in for a hug.
"Bye Zee," Regina said. "Thanks for tonight."
"Anytime. See you guys soon."
Emma nodded her agreement to that and pulled open the rear door of the Uber, holding out a hand to help Regina climb into the vehicle. Standing on the sidewalk, Zelena waved as the car pulled away before disappearing inside her empty bar and bolting the door behind her.
A small yelp left Regina's mouth as she landed on her back on the bed, Emma straddling her and laying fierce kisses along her jawline until she sucked her earlobe into her mouth. Groaning, Regina's hands gripped Emma's ass, encouraging the blonde to grind her hips harder against her body.
"Henry? Will he be able to hear us?" Emma asked before trailing her tongue around the shell of Regina's ear.
"Dead to the world when I looked in on him," Regina choked out.
Emma needed no more encouragement and her hands began to reach behind Regina and fumble for the zip in her dress. Drunkenly, both women worked to wrestle the other out of their clothes. When both outfits were dropped unceremoniously onto the floor, Regina lay back down on the bed, her bare body immediately covered by Emma's, an eager mouth suckling a nipple taut with arousal.
"I … God that feels good," Regina gasped. "Emma, I was going to, oh wow your tongue is magic, I was going to melt some chocolate."
"Chocolate?" Emma mumbled against the breast still trapped between her lips.
"Chocolate," Regina nodded. "Food in bed, remember?"
"Next time," Emma said, already sliding down the bed. "I can't wait. And I want to taste only you, not chocolate."
Well, that was a compliment she'd never heard before, Regina mused as Emma pushed her thighs wider apart. As an eager mouth covered her centre, Regina gasped and arched off the bed, her body throbbing with desire. Emma's tongue, which had been torturing her nipples seconds earlier, now circled around her clit, teasing the sensitive nerves relentlessly until her mouth moved lower, focusing instead on her entrance.
Pressing her tongue inside her girlfriend, Emma moaned into the heated sex. Yes, this was definitely better than chocolate, she thought to herself as she probed as deep as she could. Regina's own noises of pleasure spurred her on, encouraging her to draw an orgasm from the woman already arching off the bed.
Knowing there would be time for gentle and slow in the future, Emma moved her mouth back up to Regina's clit and slid two fingers into her girlfriend. Regina cried out, her hands now pulling Emma closer, fisting in her hair. The blonde licked more firmly, quickening her movements until she was relentlessly lashing the nerves which were pushing the older woman closer to the edge.
Fingers pumped faster, slick with arousal. Emma added a third, spreading Regina a little wider and feeling the woman's body part to accept her. She pressed deeper, fingertips grazing the ridged wall as she pulled them out before pushing back in. Regina was rocking her hips, matching Emma thrust for thrust. The movement made it hard for Emma to keep her mouth fixed against Regina's clit but she knew it didn't matter. The woman was too far gone and was already cresting.
Emma never stopped pumping her fingers nor laving Regina's clit until the woman above her gasped, 'too much', at which she pulled away. Lips wet with evidence of the brunette's orgasm, Emma crawled up the panting body and kissed Regina firmly.
"You're delicious," Emma declared as she pulled away. "No need for chocolate."
"You taste better than chocolate too," Regina replied. "In fact, I think I have a craving."
Emma grinned and rolled off Regina, the brunette following and immediately settling herself between the younger woman's open thighs. The glistening sex was evidence of how much Emma had enjoyed bringing Regina to her peak. But now it was Emma's turn to be worshipped. Regina pressed a soft kiss to the skin on each of Emma's inner thighs before beginning her own feast.
She started more slowly than Emma, avoiding any contact with the woman's clit, knowing the build-up would drive her girlfriend crazy. She took one labia in her mouth, sucking softly before moving to the other, her tongue tickling the flesh. Next she traced a delicate circle around Emma's core, deliberately widening its path as she neared the sensitive bundle. A moan of frustration made Regina smirk.
Regina slid one finger through Emma's wetness before pressing tenderly inside. Emma groaned, canting her hips greedily forwards.
"Patience, dear," Regina whispered.
"Gina, please," Emma gasped. "I need to come."
"Not yet," Regina replied before lowering her lips and continuing her sensual tracing, one finger now pumping in and out. Emma let out a huff of frustration but that soon turned into a garbled gasp as a second finger joined the first, pumping faster and deeper now. Regina's tongue, however, still avoided the one place Emma needed her.
Was it really torture if the end result was going to be so pleasurable? Regina asked herself as she continued her teasing, fingers pressing deep inside Emma's throbbing core. She could feel the walls clench and release as she moved, the lubricated passage like liquid velvet as her tongue continued its journey. Steadily, however, Regina's tongue moved closer, creeping towards the place where Emma needed her most. Like many women, Regina had discovered, Emma could not come from internal stimulation alone. In order to climax, she needed her clit to be touched. But that didn't mean the fingers inside her didn't feel good.
Regina was reminded of Emma's warning that she got loud after drinking when her name fell from the blonde's lips, an almost feverish chant. She was close, very close, but she needed more.
"Regina, fuck, please, just touch me," Emma cried out, her knees now bent and her hips moving without conscious thought.
"Why, Emma?" Regina asked, fingers now hammering in and out at such a pace that her wrist was beginning to cramp. Any pain or discomfort was worth it, she was sure.
"Because I want to come, goddamit!" Emma exclaimed. "Regina, make me come."
The desperate plea was enough and Regina anchored Emma's hips down with her free arm pinned across the woman's rock hard abdomen as her mouth descended. A scream of ecstasy exploded from the blonde as her body convulsed, a flood of wetness suddenly spraying from her core. Surprised but aroused, Regina continued her ministrations, tongue lashing at the blonde's clit over and over and over again, the tangy liquid making her own core clench as she did so.
"Regina," Emma gasped at last, her body now lying still on the bed as the brunette moved away and regarded the wet patch which lay beneath her girlfriend.
"So," the older woman said slowly, "did you forget to mention that you can achieve female ejaculation?"
Emma blushed and tried to close her legs which were streaked with wetness but Regina's kneeling body prevented the attempt to preserve her modesty.
"Sorry," she offered.
"Don't be," Regina said at once, crawling up the blonde. "That was incredibly hot, Emma. I can't wait to make you do it again."
"Really?" Emma frowned. "Elsa thought it was kinda gross."
"Elsa?"
"My ex," Emma explained. "Whose name I should not have mentioned with my girlfriend rubbing her cunt on my abs," she added, realising what Regina was doing.
Regina smirked. "I told you I thought it was sexy that you came in my mouth."
The blonde groaned at the salacious woman and gripped the rocking hips, helping Regina to reach her second orgasm of the night using her toned stomach to create friction.
Over an hour later, exhausted but satisfied, Regina lay curled in Emma's arms. The sheets had been changed and pyjamas donned. It was well after one in the morning and both women would be exhausted at their respective jobs the following day but it had been worth it.
"I wish I could always fall asleep like this," Emma whispered into the darkness.
"One day, my love," Regina murmured back, snuggling herself closer to her big spoon.
A/N: Just a heads up, I'm flying back to England for a brief two week holiday this week so I will be reducing my posts to Sunday only so I can enjoy some time with my family. Apologies in advance and thank you (also in advance) for your understanding.