A/N: Enjoy my first ever attempt at writing fanfiction! Heated M scenes ahead
Regina hated leaving town. It was without a doubt the worst part of the job. It wasn't just leaving Henry that she hated, she missed the control she held on her subjects - not that they knew - and she missed how important she felt in her little town. She was a nobody in Boston. Another stuck-up mayor flown in for a state conference - a small loophole in her curse - but at least it was behind her now. She'd spent her compulsory seven hours going over state budgets and now it was time to relax at the hotel bar, with a strong apple martini in hand and an open tab that was sure to only rise. This part, Regina enjoyed. Maybe being a nobody in a big city wasn't the worst way to spend a night.
The brunette could feel a pair of eyes on her, watching her exposed arm move up and down from her lips. It was inevitable. Wherever she was sent for these ridiculous conferences, there'd always be at least someone who would gawk, and if they proved themselves worthy of her attention then more than likely she'd bring them back to her room. A night with a stranger was enough for her, enough to control he need for companionship back home. She could have it if she wanted. Many had tried, the latest being her own Sheriff. But she didn't need the distraction back there. She had her son, she had her subjects and she had her town.
As she drained the remainder of her drink, she flicked her wrist at the bartender who quickly got to work fixing her another. Stiffening slightly when she felt a warm presence next to her.
"Allow me?" The voice was soft. Not at all what she was expecting. It was always the same type of man that dared to approach her, but this woman was different. Glancing at the woman next to her, Regina couldn't help but let a small smile fall onto her lips. "And a whiskey. Neat. Please." She smiled contentedly at the bartender.
"I am more than capable of buying my own drink…Miss…"
"Swan. Emma Swan." The blonde smirked, extending a confident hand out to the brunette. "And I'm sure you are…Miss…" Emma's smirk grew as she played with Regina's words.
"Mills. But I'd rather you called me Regina." She took Emma's hand, impressed by the blonde's confidence. She knew she was an intimidating woman, especially when other women were concerned. But this mysterious blonde didn't seem to care. Or if she did, she hid it very well.
"Well then, Regina." Emma started, drawing out the older woman's name as she reluctantly broke the contact. "Can I buy you that drink?" Emma's eyes trailed down Regina, taking in her loosely buttoned satin blouse, her eyes honing in on the small slits that exposed her black lacy bra underneath. The hunger in Emma's eyes not going unnoticed by the amused brunette. Leaning forward to place a hand on Emma's exposed knee, Regina granted the blonde a better view, her smirk growing as Emma's eyes widened.
"I don't see the harm, Miss Swan." She husked, pinching Emma's knee playfully, before sitting back straight in her chair, crossing her legs and straightening her blouse.
"I haven't seen you around here before?" Emma shifted in her seat, pulling the tight pink dress down as she readjusted herself.
"I don't tend to spend my Tuesday nights in hotel bars, dear." Regina puffed the queen inside of her, appalled at the hint of insinuation that she was nothing more than a woman on the hunt for a bed buddy.
But Emma didn't notice the look of displeasure on Regina's face and laughed at the woman's response. "Have you ever been to Boston before?" She continued, her fingers nervously circling the glass of whiskey as she watched Regina tentatively sip her martini.
"I can't say that I have." The brunette tilted her head ever so slightly and turned her attention away from the green liquid and to the gorgeous woman next to her. She hadn't taken a female partner to bed in this world, and while Emma was beautiful, Regina knew that intimacy with a woman was more than just the act of sex. She needed to know that there was more to the blonde than just an attractive body. "Are you visiting, Miss Swan?" She probed, turning in her seat so that her legs now faced the blonde, the tip of her heel bouncing slightly against Emma's bare leg.
"Nope, born and bred." She lied. She always did when anyone asked about her life. An orphan with no roots was definitely a mood killer and she really didn't want to fuck up with Regina.
Emma's response caused Regina to tense ever so slightly, for a moment wondering if Emma had been sent as a cruel prank by one of her fellow mayors - but she quickly shook the notion from her mind - none of them knew her well enough to know that she enjoyed the company of women and none of them would have the guts to say hello to her let alone send this gorgeous woman to trick her into a night of pleasure at her own expense. "And what brings you to the Hilton, Miss Swan?"
"I like the finer things in life." Regina couldn't help but laugh as the blonde followed up her comment with a not-so-subtle scan of Regina's body.
"Does that usually work on your conquests, Miss Swan?" Regina asked as her chuckle subsided, the brunette feeling semi-bad for outright laughing in the blonde's face. But instead of taking it to heart, the blonde quickly joined in with a hearty chuckle of her own.
"I got stood up." She admitted, watching closely as the comment sent Regina for her drink and wiped the smirk from her face. "For work, not pleasure." Emma quickly clarified as she placed her hand on Regina's exposed knee, feeling confident enough to rub the olive skin gently.
"In that outfit?" Regina bit her lip as she took a turn to scan the blonde. The pink dress stuck to her skin in all the right places, and Regina could 100% see herself removing the tight garment in the not-so-distant future.
Emma let out a shaky breath before she admitted. "I track down jerks who bail on loans." She didn't know why she told her the truth, she never did. Not since Neal anyway, and even with him she wasn't completely honest. But there was something about the brunette that made Emma feel like she could tell her anything.
"Oh."
"Not glamorous, but it pays the bills." Emma panicked, afraid that her pathetic job had been a turn-off for the sophisticated woman. But as Regina nodded in response, Emma could see that her eyes held no judgment, instead, she could see that Regina had a small obsession with stealing obvious glances at her cleavage. "Your turn."
"I'm here for a conference." She stiffened, tilting her head towards the small sign that still sat outside of the conference room.
Emma squinted her eyes as she tried to read the small letters, wishing she had her glasses on hand. "Mayors of America?" She read aloud, a small smile falling to her lips as she saw Regina blush at the discovery. "That sounds…fun." It was Emma's turn to laugh, but not in judgment, because she found the brunette utterly adorable.
"I can think of more useful ways to occupy my time." Regina purred as she traced her finger over Emma's small flower tattoo that rested on her wrists, watching as goosebumps started to appear along Emma's arm.
"Madam Mayor, are you flirting with me?" Emma whispered, smirking at the teasing nickname she had decided on appointing the brunette.
"I wouldn't dream of it, Miss Swan." Regina husked, her voice more intoxicating than the almost empty glass in front of her. "Another? My treat." She winked.
"If you insist." Emma gulped, embarrassed by the effect the brunette's voice had had on her. "So, Regina…you got a husband and kids waiting for you at home?" Emma asked, earning a raised eyebrow from the brunette, who simply smiled and turned her attention to the bartender holding two fingers up and pointing to her and Emma's empty glasses. Emma squirmed in her seat, wishing that Regina's hand would move closer to her heated center, but instead, she squeezed her knee, scolding her into sitting in place. "I don't mean to pry, I just…I think you're the most sexy woman I've ever seen in my whole life and…" Regina finally turned back to face the now blushing blonde, who wholeheartedly wished that Regina hadn't been listening to her nonsensical mumbles. "I don't know why I said that, I'm just gonna be quiet."
Regina smiled and mumbled a 'thank you' as the bartender placed their new drinks down. "I have a son, but I've never seen the need for a husband." She admitted, her fingers creeping slightly up Emma's thigh a small confirmation that Emma hadn't pried too much.
"That's cool." Emma's face fell into her hand as she cursed. "Fuck I'm really failing at this."
"I've seen worse attempts, Miss Swan." Regina pulled her hand away, choosing to sit back in her seat as she studied the embarrassed blonde. "Why did you come over here?" She challenged, amused at how much the blonde had changed since coming over to join her. She often had that effect on her suitors, she knew she was intimidating and that she always would be.
"Because…I don't know, I felt drawn to you. You're magnificent and I didn't want to wake up tomorrow and curse myself for not at least shooting my shot with the mystery brunette with the bright green drink and heavenly body." Emma's honesty scared Regina, it wasn't something she'd ever get used to. Most would have found it off-putting, but there was something sexy about how the blonde spoke so openly. This was enough for Regina's mind to be made up.
"I don't think I want another drink anymore." Regina stood and signaled for the bartender to close out her tab.
"Oh…" Emma's head fell, her voice was sad and her shoulders slumped.
She watched as Regina left a very generous tip and bid the bartender goodnight before she turned to face the blonde. Leaning in, Regina whispered directly into Emma's ear, "405. Ten minutes." The blonde shivered as a small kiss was planted just below her ear.
Regina turned on her heel, taking extra care as she swayed her hips knowing that she had the full attention of the blonde. "Oh and Miss Swan?" She threw over her shoulder.
"Y-yes." Emma stuttered her mouth ajar as she looked up at Regina's hungry eyes.
"I don't like to be kept waiting."
Regina shoved Emma against the wall of her hotel room as soon as the blonde stepped through the door eleven minutes later.
"I told you I don't like to be waiting, Miss Swan." Regina husked as she captured Emma's wanting lips. Kicking off her heels, Regina pulled Emma deeper into the hotel room.
Emma's hands worked fast, her thin fingers unbuttoning Regina's blouse and snaking her cold hands around Regina's warm hips. "God you are magnificent," Emma mumbled against her lips as the kiss deepened, Regina now pulling at the straps of Emma's pink dress.
Pulling on stretchy material, Regina huffed a quick, "Off now!" A command that Emma happily accepted.
Pulling apart for the first time since entering the room, Emma took a few fleeting seconds to finally look at Regina, her hair was tousled and her lipstick was smeared but standing there with her blouse hanging open, the ends still tucked into the tight skirt, with her hungry eyes glaring at her, Emma could feel her core grow more and more wet. Without a second thought, Emma pulled herself out of her dress, kicking it to one side as she quickly reached behind her back to unclip her bra and let it fall to her feet. Quickly she moved to pull Regina back into her arms for another heated embrace. Moving towards the bed until the backs of Regina's legs hit the mattress and Emma carefully lifted her onto the middle of the soft bed, their lips still moving in an intoxicating dance. Pinning both arms above her head, Emma moved her attention to Regina's neck, sucking, kissing, and biting her way down to the lacy bra that she'd been teased with.
Regina sat up, causing Emma to straddle her hips. "You've got too much clothing on, Madam Mayor." The blonde whispered against her collarbone, as she pulled the blouse free from her skirt and slid it from her shoulders. "What do you want me to do, Regina?" Emma asked as her arms snaked around her chest, her fingers unclasping Regina's bra with ease, but pausing as she waited for the brunette to speak before she went any further.
"I want to feel you inside of me, Miss Swan," Regina smirked, bucking her hips for emphasis. As her lips were once again reclaimed in a passionate kiss by the blonde, her nipples hardened even more as the lacy bra fell to her lap and the cool air tweaked her aching breast. The cold attack was quickly overpowered by Emma's warm tongue, sucking and gently nibbling the sensitive mound. "Fuck…me…" Regina breathed heavily as she threw her head back, her hands shaking as she threaded them through Emma's messy hair.
"As you wish," Emma said against her breast, releasing the sore nipple with a bop. With a devious smirk on her face, Emma pushed Regina back her hair sprawling over the white pillow. Emma's eyes darkened as she ran her fingers up and down Regina's legs, the brunette below her spreading them happily every time she neared the dampened material of her underwear. "Forgot your manners, Madam Mayor?" Emma teased, her finger tracing Regina's folds, her own core aching as she felt just how wet the older woman was.
Regina was never one to beg, quite the opposite. But she knew that she didn't have the upper hand here. Not when Emma's fingers teased her wanting core, with no signs of giving in. "P-please, Miss Swan." She finally mumbled, her voice cracking as she felt Emma roughly pull down her soaked black thong and throw it to the side. Regina's whole body arched as Emma's fingers finally made contact with her folds, slowly moving up and down collecting all of the moisture that the blonde had caused. Gently, Emma inserted two thin fingers bringing her spare hand to Regina's neck and pulling her in for a short but passionate kiss as she started to pump her fingers. Regina moaned against Emma's lips, her hips bucking in time with Emma's skilled hands. Using her thumb, Emma started to massage Regina's clit. "More…" Regina begged an act that Emma happily provided as she slipped another finger into Regina's wanting center, her arm moving faster as she felt Regina's walls start to clench around her soaked fingers.
"I want to see you," Emma demanded, her own core shivering as Regina opened her brown eyes and held Emma's strong gaze. "I got you." The blonde promised, a small nod saying more than she could muster as Regina shook below her.
"Jesus…" Regina huffed, as Emma gently pulled her fingers out of her and hungrily placed them in her mouth, one by one enjoying the sweet nectar that came from the brunette. Regina's breast rose and sunk in a sporadic rhythm as she once again met Emma's gaze. "You are quite the dark horse, Miss Swan." She commented, her mind going back to the shy woman that Emma had become at the bar.
"Element of surprise, Madam Mayor." Emma placed a chaste kiss on Regina's cheek, her smile sickly sweet.
As she finally recovered from her intense orgasm, Regina took the opportunity to straddle the unexpected blonde. "Regina…please call me Regina." She demanded as she pressed her knee into Emma's damp core.
"Alright then, Regina." Emma huffed out, trying and failing to suppress a hearty moan as Regina's knee pushed harshly against her. "Show me what you've got." She challenged, earning a throaty chuckle from the woman on top of her.
"You're going to regret that, dear." Regina pulled the blonde's underwear to the side confidently and ran a testing finger through the soaked lips and then followed it with her tongue. Emma grabbed her hair in a fist when she lapped in quick succession, giving Emma no mercy. The older woman definitely knew what she was doing and wasn't shy about it. Regina's tongue slid in and out of her, tip wiggling with each swipe. Regina's mouth pulled away with a slurping sound and moved to her clit. Emma's fingernails dug into Regina's olive-toned back, most definitely leaving behind their mark as Emma threw her head back in extreme pleasure.
"Fuck….Mad-Regina." Emma bucked her hips, as Regina sucked firmly on the bundle of nerves. Unconsciously Emma rolled her hips against the brunette's face. Regina pulled back slightly and held a firm tongue in Emma's slit, allowing her control of the pleasure. When the movements became erratic, Regina replaced her tongue with fingers and pressed firmly against the rough patch of nerves inside. "Fuck! Fuck! Regina!" Emma's cries filled the room. She pressed her shoulders into the bed, hips raising and then collapsing.
"Had enough, Miss Swan?" Regina chuckled as she too collapsed on top of Emma, resting her head comfortably against Emma's chest, her chin soaked and sticky.
"Never."