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Emma hates big events. She hates having to get all dressed up and actually look presentable so that she doesn't tarnish her company's image. Okay, not her company, but the company she happens to work at. Her boss, Regina Mills, the founder of Mills and Midas Law firm, was nominated for the Attorney of the year award, and there would be some major ceremony for it tonight. That is how Emma found herself in a velvet column gown that hung off of her shoulders, and had a slit in the side. The dress was a very pretty red colour. It was dark and sultry and it illuminated everything about her. Her shoes were pure black, round toe high heels that Ruby was referring to as “Fuck Me” heels whenever she wore them, and Emma would blush and then yell at her.
“Whoever you’re dressing up for is really lucky,” Ruby says, eyeing Emma from head to toe.
“I’m not dressing up for anyone, Rubes,” Emma says, looking over her shoulder. “It’s an award ceremony for my boss, and I kind of have to look nice,” she adds.
“And you do look nice. Hell, you look better than nice,” Ruby says. “You look very fuckable,” she states.
“Well that won’t be happening tonight,” Emma says firmly. “She would probably be stripped of the award before she even had a chance to accept it,” she tells her.
“So there is someone at work who you would have no problem letting them fuck you,” Ruby points out, walking over to the other side of the couch and taking a seat.
“I did not say that,” Emma says, crossing her arms over her chest.
“But you’re not denying it either,” Ruby points out.
“There is nobody,” Emma says, and Ruby is not convinced at all.
“Emilia Rose!” Ruby scolds, earning herself a harsh glare from her roommate and best friend.
“There isn’t anyone who would want to fuck me at the party tonight, now I suggest you refrain from using my full name,” Emma warns. “Now on a serious note, how do I look? Is it okay?” she asks, turning to give Ruby a full view of her dress.
“You look absolutely beautiful, and if this doesn’t make people want to do you, then I don’t know what will,” Ruby answers. Emma ignores the last half of her statement and asks about her hair and makeup which is amazing, and still looks as if it had just been done. “Do you need a ride?” she asks.
“No, Regina is having her driver pick me up,” Emma tells her as she stuffs her phone into the bag she bought for tonight, and would most likely only use it tonight.
“Regina?” Ruby questions, raising a brow.
“My boss, Reg- I mean Miss Mills,” Emma corrects herself, a slight blush tinting her cheeks.
“What’s the story there?” Ruby asks, leaning forward.
“What’s the story where?” Emma asks her.
“Since when do we call our bosses by their first name, and blush when you’re called out on it?” Ruby asks, her own smile growing with each word. There is a small cluster of honks outside, and Emma feels her shoulders sag in relief.
“That’s her driver, I have to go,” Emma says, grabbing her ID and shoving it into the bag. She makes her way over to the door, and opens it.
“You’re not getting out of this that easy,” Ruby says, following Emma out of the apartment and into the elevator. Emma’s phone buzzes, and she ignores it, well aware that Ruby would rip it from her hands. “What happened?” she asks, a smirk on her face.
“Nothing happened,” Emma answers. The elevator dings, and the doors open at a pace that feels too slow for Emma. She exits the elevator, still being followed by Ruby.
“Nobody acts like that towards their boss if nothing has happened,” Ruby says. Emma ignores her and walks out of the building. “Holy fuck! Your boss is loaded,” she states in awe. In front of them is a shiny black limousine that is probably worth about three of their apartment complexes.
“She’s a lawyer who is up for an award tonight,” Emma says. “What do you expect?” she asks.
“You’re sleeping with a lawyer?” Ruby asks.
“No, I am not!” Emma shrieks. The driver's side door opens and Regina’s driver steps out, moving to the passenger side of the limo.
“Good evening Miss Swan,” he says, opening the door for her.
“I have to go,” she says, walking away from the red head, ignoring everything she tries to shout. “Good evening Mr. Welch, how are you today?” she asks him.
“Fine, dear,” he answers. She smiles and moves towards the door, stepping inside the car and sitting down.
“This isn’t over Emilia!” Ruby shouts just as the door is slammed shut behind her.
“Wow,” Emma hears from across her. She jumps slightly, and lifts her head.
“R- Miss Mills,” Emma says. “I thought you were already at the venue,” she states, trying to calm her heartbeat.
“What’s the point of bringing a plus one if you show up separately?” She asks. Emma doesn’t really have an answer for her.
“I’m your plus one?” Emma asks her, still caught up on that part of the conversation.
“Yes, dear,” Regina says. “Did you think they just opened these kinds of things up to the whole firm?” she asks. Emma shakes her head and crosses her legs. “You look nice,” she says, trying to ease the tension.
“T-thank you,” Emma says, unable to stop herself from blushing.
“I knew you’d look best in red,” Regina mutters, making Emma blush once more and squeeze her legs even closer than before.
one week ago.
The office was busier than normal. There had been about a hundred new and current clients walking in and out of the building to meet with their attorneys for countless reasons. Emma often referred to September as the busiest season for lawyers because their offices were never empty for too long. Emma had just finished up with her last client of the day and was getting ready to leave for the day when there was a knock on her door.
“Do you have a moment?” Regina asks. Emma looks up from her task and nods.
“Yes, of course Miss Mills,” Emma says. “What can I do for you?” she asks.
“Did Mrs. Bakić make her way to your office today?” Regina asks her, stepping into her office.
“Bakić?” Emma says to herself, turning around and opening her file cabinet, rifling through all of the case files. “Oh yes, Mila Bakić,” she exclaims, pulling the file and handing it to Regina. Regina opens it and begins looking through the file. She was a Serbian woman who had lived in the states for almost 15 years and was trying to get her permanent citizenship. Everything was going fine with that, but she needed a divorce lawyer and Regina’s firm was the best place for her to go.
“Did she schedule another meeting?” Regina asks, closing the file. Emma nods and hands her the book.
“Are you taking over?” Emma asks her.
“No, no, I was hoping to assist you,” Regina answers. “I know she says everything has been fine with Immigration, but I want to make sure that everything stays fine with them,” she states. “Do you have an issue with it?” she asks.
“No, not at all,” Emma says. “It’s an honour to work with you on cases,” she says, her blush not unnoticed by the older woman.
“Thank you,” Regina says, handing Emma back the file. “Can you get me a copy of this file tomorrow?” she asks. Emma takes the file and nods.
“Of course,” Emma says, placing the file back in its spot. “Is there anything else I can help you with before I go?” she asks.
“No, I think I’m all set,” Regina says, turning on her heels and stepping out of Emma's office, She pauses at the door and turns back around. “Do you like red?” she asks. Emma raises a brow and looks at her a little oddly.
“Yeah, why?” she asks.
“I have a gown for you for next week, but it’s red and I didn’t know if you liked red,” Regina says.
“It’s my favourite colour,” Emma answers. “But what’s next week?” she asks.
“The award ceremony,” Regina says. “I figured you’d be interested in attending,” she states.
“I would love to, thank you,” Emma says.
“Great, I’ll leave it in your office tomorrow,” Regina says. This time when she turns around, she actually walks away from Emma’s office and doesn’t return. Emma gets an email from Regina later that night about transportation.
sender: [email protected]
re: transportation.
My driver will pick you up next week at 7:30 sharp. Please do be ready.
-Regina.
"Miss Swan?" Regina calls, breaking Emma away from her thoughts. "Did you hear me?" she asks.
"No, I didn't, I'm sorry," Emma answers, blushing in embarrassment.
"That's quite alright. I only asked you who was screaming at you when we left," she states.
"Oh that was Ruby, she's my annoying roommate," Emma tells her.
"She seemed angry," Regina points out. "What did you do?" she asks.
"What makes you think I did anything?" Emma questions.
"A hunch," Regina says, shrugging her shoulders and reaching for an empty champagne flute.
"She thinks I'm sleeping with someone at the office," Emma says.
"Oh," Regina says, pouring some champagne and taking a sip. "I-is it true?" she asks.
"No, of course not," Emma says. "I actually care about my job," she states.
"It's not illegal to date a co-worker as long as you can maintain professionalism while at work," Regina says, not looking Emma in the eyes.
"Oh," Emma says. "Well I'm not interested in any of my co-workers," she adds. Regina nods and grabs another flute, filling it with champagne and handing it over to Emma. She doesn't believe a word that's just come out of her mouth, but she knows that in time she will get it out of her. The rest of the ride is filled with minimal chatter, mostly about the cases that they've brought in this past week, including the one that they would be working on together.
"How did your solo meeting with Mrs. Bakić go?" Emma asks.
"It went really well," Regina answers. "She has no issue with us both working on her case, and actually believes that she has a higher chance of winning now that there are two of us working on it," she adds. "She's been turned down by so many people because of her status, it's honestly sad."
"Isn't that illegal in itself?" Emma asks her. "She proved that she wasn't just in the marriage for a green card, and she hasn't done anything that would give them grounds to deny her a divorce," she states.
"You know how it is in this world," Regina points out. "Most of the Law firms in New York are ran by crotchety old men who believe in a world where divorce is a sin," she explains.
"That doesn't give them the right to refuse a woman who has been abused to divorce her abuser," Emma says.
"I know it doesn't, dear. That is why we have her case," Regina says. "I have no reason to believe that we will lose this case," she adds. Mila, their current topic of discussion, had originally come to their firm under the pretense of needing a divorce, but she quickly revealed that her husband was abusive and that she wanted to sue him. Regina was taking charge of the divorce process, while Emma took care of preparing Mila for court. Emma knew that she was in good hands between her and Regina, but she couldn't stop the nervous feelings she had towards the whole situation sometimes. "Have you given any thought as to what kind of lawyer you want to be?" she asks.
"I'm still getting a feel for what I really succeed at, but I have been thinking more and more about immigration law," Emma says.
"Really?" Regina asks, placing her now empty flute in the cup holder beside her. "Why so?" she questions.
"I feel like there aren't enough that will see the case for more than just a huge check," Emma says. "I am also technically an immigrant, and I feel like that factor alone helps when connecting with your clients," she adds.
"I didn't know that," Regina says.
"I was born in Belgrade, Serbia, and I spent most of my life in orphanages over there," Emma admits. "Nobody ever wanted anyone who wasn't a baby so I was never adopted. I was fostered, but the family sent me back when they got pregnant with their own baby," she tells her. Regina stares at the younger woman with adoration, and shock. How could nobody have adopted her? "When I was 16 I started looking for a way to get out of there, and to live a better life, so I started applying to schools in the United States, and I got in."
"Wow," Regina says, reaching over and placing a hand on Emma's knee. "Thank you for telling me that."
"Once I graduated from university, they tried to deport me back to Belgrade because I had only applied for a school Visa, but I knew that I couldn't go back there, so I managed to find a lawyer who would help me apply for permanent residency here and that's how I met Ruby," she explains.
"Did you get your permanent residency?" Regina asks her.
"It took longer than expected because my lawyer wasn't the best, but I was officially given my US citizenship after I graduated Law School," Emma says.
"Have you visited Belgrade since? Or even gone back to Serbia at all?" Regina finds herself asking.
"No," Emma says. "I was always too afraid that if I tried, they would tell me that I couldn't return to the states because of my Visa," she adds.
"They can't do that to you now," Regina says, squeezing Emma's knee to give her reassurance. The Limo slows down and eventually stops, pausing all conversations about Emma's life. "There will probably be a lot of cameras and flashing lights, so just take a deep breath and smile for a few," she states, removing her hand and acting as if nothing had happened. Emma nods and straightens her posture.
The door opens and Regina steps out, stopping at the sidewalk, and turning her body back towards the car, placing her arm in out for Emma to grab. Emma takes her hand and steps out of the limo. Regina turns her body away from the limo as Mr. Welch closes the door and gets back inside.
"Miss Mills! Miss Mills! Look to your right please!" A photographer screams. Regina and Emma both turn, and smile for a photo. "Who are you with Regina!" possibly the same photographer shouts, but nobody is sure. There are more shouts from reporters and photographers about who she is with, and what she is wearing, but they're all ignored as the event coordinator pulls them inside the building.
"My deepest apologies Miss Mills, and Guest, I didn't think they'd be quite aggravating today," Rodney Smith says.
"That's how they always are, Darling, they will never change," Regina states. "This is Emma Swan, she works with me at the firm," she introduces. Rodney smiles and places his hand out for Emma to shake.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Swan," he says.
"The pleasure is all mine," Emma replies. Rodney smiles again, and drops his hand.
"You will both be sitting at table 108 for the evening," Rodney says, leading them to their table. "We will start with a lovely dinner, and then the awards will take place. Once they're done people are free to mingle, dance, partake in donating to other law firms and foundations, etcétera," he explains. They take their seats, and Rodney disappears quickly, surely on his way to give the same speech once again.
Emma leans closer to Regina and asks; "Who was that?"
"That was Rodney Smith. He's the event coordinator, very nice but very fake," Regina explains. "The more money that gets donated, the nicer he gets," she adds. Emma nods and pulls away. The room is quickly filled with some of the most known Lawyers from around the country. Some of them Emma has heard of, but others are as new to her as she is to being a lawyer. Kathryn, Regina's co-founder shows up about 15 minutes after they did, her husband attached to her arm, and sits down beside Regina.
"Miss Swan, such a lovely surprise to see you here," Kathryn says.
"I'm honoured to be here in support of Miss Mills," Emma says.
"I think you can let the poor girl call you Regina for the night," Kathryn says. "After all, office hours are over," she states.
"Of course, while in a setting like this I supposed calling each other by our first names is appropriate," Regina says.
"Of course, Miss Mills, I mean Regina," Emma says, her cheeks tinting a crimson colour. "Sorry, that's going to take some time to get used to." Regina shot a soft smile her way, and Fredrick, Kathryn's husband glanced at his wife.
Emma was in fact right. It took her most of dinner and the beginning of the Awards to call her boss Regina without slipping up and calling her Miss Mills first. Kathryn and Fredrick kept shooting each other looks each time it happened, and Regina couldn't help but glare at her best friend, not oblivious to the looks. She couldn't say the same for Emma. "Cut it out you two," Regina warns.
"We haven't done a thing," Kathryn says innocently. Regina cannot stop herself from gripping onto the table a little too hard.
three weeks earlier.
"Don't you look happy," Kathryn says, her tone completely teasing. Regina rolls her eyes, refusing to look up at the blonde.
"Kat, do not start with me," Regina warns.
"Why not, Reggie?" Kathryn teases, finally getting Regina to look up at her.
"Kathryn, I might actually kill you today," Regina states. "Cut the shit," she adds.
"Okay, okay, I will stop," Kathryn says, throwing her hands up in an attempt at surrender. They both knew she wouldn't. "I brought us lunch, I figured you could use a break," she says, her tone less teasing.
"I don't have time for breaks," Regina says, glancing back to her seemingly large stack of papers.
"Of course you do, you just don't want to take a break," Kathryn says. "What are you doing anyway?" she asks, leaning forward to give Regina her lunch and peek at what she was doing.
"Looking at a list of all our employees," Regina says.
"Why?" Kathryn asks. "Do not tell me that you're firing people!" she says, her eyes widening.
"No, I am not firing anyone," Regina snaps, standing up to close the door to her office. "Could you keep it down?" she asks.
"Yes, sorry," Kathryn says. "So what exactly are you doing with a list of our current employees?"
"I am trying to find someone competent enough to bring to the award ceremony with me," Regina says, sitting back down and grabbing the list.
"Why?" Kathryn asks.
"You're asking a lot of questions today," Regina says, her tone bordering on annoyance.
"You don't answer them before I get the chance to ask you," Kathryn points out.
"My mother is trying to set me up with Robin again, and I cannot take him, so I have to find someone so my mother will back off," Regina explains, praying to whatever forces there are that Kathryn won't ask anything else. "But nobody on this list is popping out."
"Why don't you take that girl you're basically in love with?" Kathryn suggests.
"She isn't a girl, she is a woman," Regina corrects quickly. "And I can't take her, she works for us. What will the public think if they know?" she asks.
"Who cares, it's not illegal to date someone who works for you as long as there is no favouritism, and you're completely professional about it," Kathryn says.
"And what do you suppose I do? Walk into her office and ask her to be my plus one to the awards?" Regina asks her.
"Yes, exactly that," Kat states.
"What if she says no?"
Regina asks.
"Who could ever want to say no to you?" Kat asks.
"She might," Regina states.
"Why would she? You're hot!" Kat says. "If I was gay I would go for you," she adds.
"I'm her boss," Regina points out. "I am significantly older than her and she might not like that," she adds.
"You never know, she might have a thing for older women," Kathryn states.
"She might not even be gay at all," Regina replies. "I have never once gotten a hint of her being gay, or even bisexual," she states.
"God, it's not a wedding proposal, it's just you in need of a plus one," Kathryn says, pausing Regina's lunch closer to her so she will focus on that. "Ask her or I will find you someone, and you won't like who I pick," she states.
"Fine," Regina says, grabbing the box and opening it. "And I'm not in love with her, it's just a simple infatuation," she assures her.
"You left that statement on the table for so long, I don't even believe you," Kathryn says. "Eat your food and then go get your woman," she states.
"She's not here today," Regina says, lying through her teeth.
"So email her," Kat says.
"No, this is to be done face to face," Regina says. "And when you aren't breathing down my neck," she adds. Kathryn finds herself chuckling at her best friend. God she was so in love.
"And now, the nominees for Attorney of the Year," The announcer calls. Everyone at the table straightens their posture, along with other nominees around the room. "Your nominees for the 2024 Attorney of the year are, Zelena Greene, Anna Arindelle, Regina Mills, Wendy Darling, and Milah Gold." The room is filled with a mellow, and not too loud round of applause for the nominees. Sarah Fisher, the woman who has been giving out all of the awards, walks out with the next one, and the card that holds the name of the Attorney of the year.
Kathryn places her hand over Regina's and squeezes it tightly. Emma has her fingers crossed underneath the table, begging for Regina's name to be called. "And the 2024 Attourney of the year award and title goes to..." the room goes silent, save for the sound of the crisp envelope being opened, and the paper inside being muscle fucked out of its place. Once the paper is removed from its slot, the announcer's face lights up as she leans into the microphone. "Regina Mills of Mills and Midas Law!" she says excitedly. Screams erupt from all over the room, Emma's and Kathryn's probably being the loudest. Regina is in awe. She knew that she had the potential, but actually being called felt so surreal.
She stands from her table and makes her way to the stage, the clapping growing louder as she gets closer and closer. Sarah hands her the award as she steps in front of the microphone. "Wow, I didn't know how today would play out," Regina says as the clapping and cheering dies down. "When they told me that I was nominated, I was incredibly happy, but I didn't think It would get past being a nomination, and I know that I would not have been standing here accepting this award tonight if it weren't for all of you," she adds. "My clients, my friends and family, all of you," she states.
"It is an honour to be here tonight, and to be your Attorney of the year!" she says, holding up the award. Cheers emit from the crowd once more, and a standing ovation is given. Regina makes her way back to her seat, with many different emotions running through her head.
"Congratulations Regina, You deserve this," Emma says when Regina gets over to the table.
"Thank you, Emma," Regina says. "That means a lot coming from you," she adds, placing the award down, and pulling Emma into a hug. The blondes breath hitches, not expecting the action from the older woman, but she is quick to wrap her arms around her. Regina smells heavenly. She smells like apples, a scent that only Regina could pull off. Emma doesn't want to be the first one to pull away, so she waits for Regina to pull away, nearing whimpering at the loss of contact. She sits down and watches as Regina hugs Kathryn and Fredrick before sitting down beside them.
"Our nominees for the Pro Bono public awards are Kathryn Midas, John Greene, and Bell Green, a lot of Greens in the room tonight," the announcer jokes. Once again there is a small burst of applause as they wait for Sarah to bring the envelope over.
"Miss Mills, there seems to be an issue, would you mind coming with me?" Rodney says, tapping on Regina's shoulder. Regina, annoyed, and albeit confused, stands up and follows the man.
"What seems to be the issue?" Regina asks, hit on Rodney's trail.
"There is someone here claiming to be your plus one, but you've already introduced us, did you not?" Rodney states.
"I did," Regina says, her brow furrowing. "My date is inside already watching the awards," she tells him.
"Yes, but he is very adamant that he is supposed to be here with you tonight and has refused to leave," Rodney says.
"What does this have to do with me?" Regina asks. "I have already told you my date is inside, and I really should be getting back to her," she says, turning back towards the hall she had just been in.
"We think it would be best if you delegate the situation, tell the guy to leave," Rodney calls. Regina pauses, not turning to look at the man.
"And who would I be kicking out?" she asks.
"Robin Locksley," he says, and Regina's blood boils almost immediately. He was just as stupid as her mother.
three and a half weeks ago.
"Have you arranged everything for the ceremony?" Cora asks, breezing into Regina's home office.
"What ceremony?" Regina asks her, feigning ignorance.
"Don't play coy with me, Regina," Cora warns, her finger pointed towards her daughter. "I know everything when it comes to your life," she states. Cora was Regina's very controlling mother, well she used to be very controlling. That was when Regina gave a shit about their relationship status.
"Yes, everything has already been handled," Regina says, turning her attention back to her laptop.
"Everything except your plus one," Cora says. "It has to be someone who is going to benefit you in public, and don't worry I have someone who will do so," she says excitedly.
"I don't need you to acquire a plus one for me, mother," Regina tells her. "I am very capable of doing so on my own," she states.
"You need a man who will make the both of you and your firm look good, and Robin Locksley will do that."
"I am not going with Robin, or any man for that matter," Regina snaps.
"Of course you are. You don't need the public believing you're some sinful lesbian," Cora says. "I just won't stand for that," she states.
"Then sit the fuck down," Regina says, standing up and towering over her mother. Even in heels, Cora was still shorter than most people. "I am a 'sinful lesbian' as you put it, and the whole world knows and supports me for it, except for you," she says angrily. "I am not going to please you by going to an event with a man who makes me want to blow my brains out. That night is about me and the countless other lawyers who are nominated for such awards as I am."
"How dare you speak to me like that!" Cora shrieks, her hand placed on her chest as she gasps. "I am your mother!" she grits out.
"You haven't been a mother to me in years, so don't try to act like it," Regina says. "Get the fuck out of my house. Now!" she growls, her face redder than a red delicious apple. Cora lets out a snobby hum and walks out of her daughter's office. Regina's front door is slammed behind her as she makes her grand exit.
Squeezing her fists tightly, Regina turns back towards Rodney, and breezes past him, making her way to the entrance where Robin was causing quite the scene.
"Regina!" Robin shouts when he sees her. She doesn't say anything, continuing in her stride. "I tried telling them that I was supposed to be here with you, but they won't let me in!" he nearly whines, baby.
"You were told correctly," Regina states. "You're not welcome here tonight," she says.
"Of course I am," Robin says. "I am your plus one," he argues.
"No, my plus one is inside sitting at our table," Regina says. "You are not doing that," she states, her anger beginning to grow.
"But your mother said-"
"My mother said nothing!" Regina snaps. "I told you that you were not invited, now get your ass off this property or you will be escorted out with handcuffs around your wrists." Robin stairs at her, his eyes and mouth equally agape, no sounds coming out. Regina quickly turns on her heels and walks back into the hall.
"Hey is everything okay?" Emma asks when Regina gets back to the table. "Regina?"
"Yes, I just had to deal with an unwanted guest," Regina answers, taking her seat. "Who won the pro bono?" she asks.
"Kathryn did," Emma answers. "She handed it to Fredrick and he put it somewhere," she says, unsure of where he put it.
"Oh," Regina says. "Where is Kathryn?" she asks.
"She's mingling with some of the other Lawyers here," Emma says. "Oh that reminds me. She said there was someone looking for you, Mallory Zmaj or something like that," she informs her.
"Oh," Regina says. "If you'll excuse me for a moment," she states, standing back up and making her way towards Kathryn who is standing next to another blonde woman. She is tall and beautiful, and has this energy around her that would attract almost anyone.
"Of course," Emma says, feeling herself deflate as Regina makes her way over to the hot blonde who she no doubt has a history with.
Without much thought, Regina walks over to Mallory, a woman who she hadn't seen or thought about in years, yet the moment Kathryn said her name she was entranced. Not because she still felt anything for the woman, but that's just the effect she had on people. "Regina, darling," Mallory says, leaning forward and kissing her cheeks. "How are you?" she asks.
"I've never been better," Regina admits, and it's shockingly true. "And you?" she asks.
"Wonderful darling," Mal says. "And congratulations are owed to you as well," she adds.
"Thank you, Mal," Regina says. "How is Lilith?" she asks.
"She's good. She still asks about you from time to time," Mal says.
"I'll have to come see her sometime," Regina suggests. "Or she could stop by my office and hang out there for a bit," she adds.
"You were always her favourite babysitter," Mal says. "She scared off the last two or three after you left," she states, chuckling at the memory.
"You should've seen that one coming," Regina tells her. "She tried countless times to get rid of me too, but I got through to her," she points out.
"Although that may be true. I thought you managed to get her out of that stage in life, but I guess I was wrong," Mal jokes.
"Do not blame me for that," Regina says. "She is a carbon copy of you. I remember the countless paralegals and attorneys you ran off in your early days," she states.
"Who are you kidding," Mal says. "I still do," she adds. "If they aren't cut out for the job, they make it easy for me."
"God, you're terrible," Regina says.
"But you love it," Mal teases. "Anyway, enough about us. Tell me about the blonde you walked in with," she says, changing the subject entirely.
"She's a fellow attorney at my firm," Regina answers vaguely.
"What's her practice?" the older woman asks.
"She's leaning towards immigration law, but she's very talented in other fields too so I'm not sure what she will pick," Regina states.
"What's her name?" she asks. Regina rolls her eyes. What is it with everyone she knows playing 20+ questions?
"Emma. Emma Swan," Regina answers.
"How long have you and Emma been together?" Mal asks. Regina nearly chokes on air at the question.
"What? We aren't together," Regina states firmly. "She is strictly my employee," she adds.
"Really? Do you hug all of your employees like that?" Mal asks. "Or just the pretty blonde ones that look like they would roll off and obey your every command right here, right now," she teases.
"Mallory," Regina warns.
"What," Mal says, throwing her hands up in surrender. "If I looked like you and a pretty blonde looked at me like that, I'd do her," she states crassly.
"You're no better than a teenage boy," Regina says in total disgust.
"You can't tell me you haven't hit that, or at least thought about it," Mal inquires.
"I have not 'hit that', so cut it out," Regina argues.
"But you've thought about it," Mal pushes.
"Of course I have," Regina breaks, her shoulders sagging. "More than I probably should.
"Aww is the little baby in love?" Mal teases.
"No, It's just an infatuation," Kathryn says, seemingly popping up out of nowhere.
"I call bullshit on that," Mal says firmly. "I have seen you in love, and it looks no different from how you look around her." Regina shoots Kathryn and Mal a stern glare that would surely have killed them both if possible, but she knew they were both right. She looks back towards the table, but Emma is gone. Most likely off in the bathroom.
Instead of being at the bathroom like Regina has assumed, Emma is standing near the table with all of the alcoholic beverages, pouring herself a glass of French Malbec. She needed to keep her jealousy locked away, and maybe having wine wasn't the smartest way to do that, but Regina was busy with the icy blonde, so who cares?
"You look a little lonely," Sarah Fisher, the woman who brought out the envelopes says as she moves toward Emma, grabbing herself a glass and pouring some rosé.
"I guess you could say that," Emma says. "You announced the winners of the awards tonight, didn't you?" she questions.
"Yes, I did," Sarah says. "I'm Sarah," she introduces, placing her hand out for Emma to shake.
"Emma," the younger blonde introduces.
"What firm are in?" Sara asks. "I didn't see your name on any of the nominee lists."
"I work at Mills & Midas Law," Emma says. "I came with Regina Mills." Sarah's eyes widen at hearing Regina's name.
"Wow," Sarah says. "You're one lucky woman."
"What do you mean?" Emma asks her.
"Anyone who gets a chance to date Regina Mills is lucky," Sarah says.
"Regina and I aren't together," Emma says a little bitterly, but to Sarah it sounds a little like disgust.
"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to assume that you were- Nevermind I'm just gonna-"
"It's not like that, I am very much gay," Emma says before Sarah can run off. "I just don't think I am her type," she adds.
"Oh," Sarah says. "Why do you say that?" she asks.
"She just seems kind of brush off-ish towards me and I don't know why," Emma admits, taking a sip from her glass. She then goes on to explain how weirded out Regina seemed when Kathryn suggested that they call each other by their first names, and how she had taken off to be with that Mallory woman who asked for her, and of course the cheek kissing she witnessed.
"I'm sure that it's just the stress from this environment," Sarah suggests. "This thing only happens once a year, so she doesn't have to deal with this many people, and so much attention on her normally," she states.
"Explain the kissing though," Emma says. "They have this energy that you can feel from across the room," she states. "And this woman is really beautiful, why wouldn't she be attracted to her?" she asks.
"Show me," Sarah says. She turns towards the crowd, and Emma has to follow her gaze, locating Regina across the room.
"The blonde woman standing next to Regina," Emma says, pointing in her general direction.
"The one in the blue?" Sarah asks her, squinting slightly. "She's pretty, but she doesn't look gay at all," she says.
"No, the one in purple," Emma tells her, turning Sarah's head and giving her a perfect view of the blonde she was talking about.
"Oh," Sarah says. "She is very pretty. I will give you that," she adds.
"Pretty is an understatement," Emma says.
"Maybe Regina is hitting on her because she reminds her of someone," Sarah suggests. Emma raises a brow, but says nothing. "Doesn't she kind of look like you?" she asks. Emma turns her attention away from Sarah and looks at the woman Regina had been talking with for the better part of a half hour. She was tall, and very confident. She had the same shade of blonde hair that Emma did, but that was all.
"We have the same hair colour and we are both tall, that's not very similar," Emma says.
"Sarah! You're needed in the Ice room!" Rodney shouts as he rushes past the pair.
"Sorry, duty calls," Sarah says. She doesn't step away right away, instead she takes out her phone and hands it to Emma. "Put your number in my phone and send yourself a text," she tells her.
"Why?" Emma asks her in the nicest way possible.
"So you can update me on how things go with your boss," Sarah states as if it was obvious. "I have a strong feeling about you two."
"Sarah!" Rodney shouts again in the distance. Sarah takes off and Emma is once again left alone. She refills her wine glass and makes her way back to the table, taking her seat and sipping her wine. The large crowds of people have gotten smaller, and more people have either moved back to their tables or to the dance floor. The music wasn't too loud, nor was it too quiet, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Who would've thought that Emma would end up here. Emma surely didn't. She could barely remember the English word for 'Luk' when she started and now she is here.
9 years ago.
"You obviously won't be starting off taking big cases like we do since you're a first year associate, but if you prove that you have what it takes, you could be assisting on important cases in a year or so," Kathryn explains. Emma nods, writing down some of the information that Kathryn had shared. "You will have your own office space, nothing like what the paralegals and attorneys have, but it's close enough and pretty homey once you get it decorated."
"Homey?" Emma questions, not sure what the word means. Kathryn pauses, unsure of what to say. "I'm sorry, English isn't my first language and I am pretty fluent but there are still some words I don't understand," she explains.
"Oh! I'm so sorry," Kathryn says. "I couldn't even tell that you weren't American, you barely have an accent," she states.
"I have lived here for almost ten years now, so it's very easy to mask the accent, but I feel like sometimes it's very prominent," Emma says.
"Where are you from? If you don't mind me asking," Kathryn asks.
"Serbia," Emma answers.
"Oh wow, that's awesome. My husband and I traveled Europe for our honeymoon, and Serbia was probably one of the places we stayed at the longest," Kathryn says, her face lighting up.
"Did you have a favourite dish from when you visited?" Emma asks. Kathryn shakes her head and explains that she didn't have enough time to really land on a favourite, but that everything she tried was good. "Well if you ever go back, you should try pljeskavic," she suggests.
"What's that?" Kat asks.
"It's a patty made of either beef or pork, and it's typically filled with, oh what's the word?" Emma begins to explain, pausing when she forgets the word she was looking for. "luk?" she mumbles to herself. "Those white vegetables that make your eyes hurt and watery?" she asks.
"Onions?" Kat asks.
"Yes! It has little pieces of onion on it," Emma says.
"It must be so confusing having more than one language taking space in your mind," Kathryn states.
"When you're not a native English speaker it is," Emma says. "My brain is constantly throwing the wrong language at me in situations where I need the other one, or neither language wants to work for me," she explains, laughing softly. "Most of the people I have met here that spoke English first and then learned a new language don't deal with the confusion quite as much, but everyone is different."
"I would get so frustrated with myself," Kathryn says.
"Trust me, I do," Emma says. "But it gets easier as each day goes by," she adds. Kathryn and Emma continue talking as she shows her around the office, bringing her to her own tiny office. As Kathryn is showing Emma what exactly she will be doing while there, A slightly taller figure walks past the door, and then circles back
"Is this our new associate?" the mysterious woman asks. Kathryn nods.
"Regina, meet Emma Swan," she introduces. "Emma, this is your other boss, Regina Mills," she adds. Regina steps inside the office and places her hand out for Emma to shake.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, darling," Regina says, a soft smile plastering her face. Emma is totally mesmerised by the woman. Her face, her hair, her eyes. Just her.
"The pleasure is all mine," Emma says, praying that her cheeks don't give away her embarrassment. Or was it attraction? Emma couldn't care less at the moment. Not when a beautiful woman was smiling at her like that. From that moment on, every interaction with Regina filled Emma with butterflies.
"What are you looking at?" Mal asks. This is the third or fourth time she has caught Regina looking off into the distance. She turns and follows Regina's gaze, her own landing on a younger blonde who looks oddly familiar. "Oh your girlfriend," she teases.
"She isn't my girlfriend," Regina says, her eyes snapping to Mal.
"But she could be," Mal states.
"I don't think so," Regina states. "Like I said to Kat, I don't think she's gay," she adds.
"Sure," Mal says, pushing Regina forward. "Go ask her to dance. If she isn't gay now, she will be by the end of the night," she adds.
"She's worked for me for almost a decade, I think I would know," Regina deadpans.
"Would you though?" Mallory asks, pushing Regina again and mouthing 'dance' ans she stumbles forward. Regina rolls her eyes, but does as she is told and walks back towards the table that she had abandoned. Emma is nursing a glass of wine, and people watching. Her skin is tinted ever so slightly from the wine, which clearly meant she has already had more than one glass since she left. How long had she been talking to Mal? Was Emma just sitting there the whole time minus the times she got up for another refill?
"You're back?" Emma asks, her eyes moving away from the crowd she has been watching and onto Regina. "I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me," she says.
"I could never forget you," Regina says, and gods she wants to slap herself. Who says that? Emma cheeks grow a darker shade of red because of the comment. "Do you want to dance?" she blurts before she can get another chance to say something even more embarrassing.
"Yeah," Emma says, surprising both of them. "I would." she adds, standing up and reaching for Regina's hand. Regina quickly clasps their fingers together and leads her onto the dance floor. Just as Regina pulls Emma's body closer to hers, 'Better in Time' by Leona Lewis begins playing softly.
"I'm sorry if you felt like I abandoned you tonight," Regina says as they begin moving slowly with the tempo of the song. "You came here to be my plus one, and I have kind failed at that today," she adds.
"It's okay," Emma says. "I know tonight was probably super stressful for you," she questions, earning a nod from Regina.
"You deserved a better date out of me, even if this is simply a work event," Regina says.
"You'll do better next time," Emma jokes. Regina shakes her head, a small yet adorable giggle bubbling in her chest.
A giggle? She made me giggle! God I am pathetic.
"What were you even doing tonight?" Emma asks. "When you got called outside and then with that other lawyer," she adds, refusing to say Mal's name.
"Well for starters, Robin showed and claimed that he was my plus one, which obviously isn't the case," Regina starts, and Emma can't help but smirk.
"Why would he do that?" she asks.
"My mother," Regina answers. Makes sense. "I told him to leave before he gets escorted out in cuffs, which I have no clue if he actually did so because I walked away after ripping him a new one," she laughs. "And Mal was reminiscing over when I babysat her daughter."
"You were a babysitter?" Emma asks, a small wave of relief crashing into her. Regina nods.
"I started off working for Mallory's firm when I was an associate and she had just given birth to her daughter Lily. When I wasn't too busy at the office she would ask if I wouldn't mind sitting with her," Regina says. "I didn't mind because I'd always loved kids so it was worth it."
"How long did you babysit her for?" Emma asks, unaware that her body was now pulled up against Regina's as close as she could possibly get.
"Until she was about 11 or 12," Regina says, taking a moment to think. "She was quite the little terror when I left. She chased away a few babysitters because they were too weak to handle her, which is exactly how her mother was in the office."
"That's cute," Emma admits. Slowly, without notice, Emma's smile fades. She had thought about it quite a bit, but she never felt right asking her.
"What's the matter?" Regina asks, noticing the shift in Emma's mood.
"Nothing's the matter," Emma says. "I was just trying to find an appropriate way to ask you if you ever had any kids of your own," she states.
"No," Regina admits. "I always wanted them, but I hadn't found the right person I'd want to start a family with."
"That's smart," Emma says. "I wouldn't want to just jump into something with someone who I didn't know fully."
"I know your past is rocky, but did you ever think of having kids?" Regina asks.
"It's something I have been on the fence about for a while," she admits. "Part of me does, and the other part of me is scared that I will fail because I never had parents to go through all my milestones with."
"I think that one day you'll make an amazing mother," Regina says, pushing a strand of hair out of Emma's face. "You may not have gotten to grow up with a normal family life, but all mothers start off knowing nothing, and they learn with every day of motherhood that passes." she tells her, the smile never leaving her face.
"You would definitely be a better mother than me," Emma says. "You seem well prepared for it." How did they get here? Discussing who was going to be a better mother?
"Don't doubt yourself, Emma," Regina says firmly. "You would be surprised what good can come from someone who never got a chance to live a normal life," she adds before Emma can ever try to argue. They fall silent for a while, holding each other close, and moving with each song. Neither of them speak again until the third or fourth slow song ends, and the next one begins. "Can you say something to me in Serbian," Regina finds herself asking. Emma is quiet for a while, and Regina is worried that she might've annoyed her.
"What do you want me to say?" Emma finally asks.
"Anything," Regina says. "You could tell me how much you hate me and I wouldn't understand," she laughs. Emma smiles and shakes her head. Emma goes quiet again, thinking of what she could say to her. She has so many options as to what she could say, but her mind is blank. "I'm sorry if that was weird to ask," she says, feeling self-conscious.
"It wasn't," Emma assures her. "I'm thinking of what to say," she says. Regina nods and allows the silence to fill their small bubble. "Bio sam zaljubljen u tebe otkad sam te prvi put upoznao," Emma starts off, her voice starling Regina slightly as she had gotten used to the silence. "Znam da se nećeš osećati isto prema meni, ali mogu da živim sa tim," she continues. "Ovaj trenutak je sve što mi treba."
"W-what did you say?" Regina asks after a long pause.
"I'll tell you after," Emma says with a slight smirk that Regina cannot see.
"How is that fair!" Regina asks her.
"You asked me to say something to you, not translate it for you," Emma states, throwing Regina's words back in her face.
"If you really want to get technical, I said to say something, not throw a whole monologue at me," she argues.
"Technicalities, technicalities," Emma says, trying her best not to laugh at the eye roll she receives from the older woman.
"Oh shut up," Regina says as she twirls Emma. The blonde laughs a little as she is spun around, her cheeks tinting a beautiful shade of red.
"You said to say anything, so a monologue would surely fall into that category," Emma admits, earning herself a light slap on the arm.
"Don't be a smartass, Miss Swan," Regina warns, attempting to be serious, but it isn't working at all. Emma lowers her head onto Regina's shoulder and closes her eyes slowly, revelling in this moment. She doesn't know how much longer it will last, but she knows that she never wants it to end. As soon as she strolls back into the office, everything from tonight will be a distant memory, probably never to be spoken of again. As if Regina was a powerful witch who had the ability to see what people were thinking, she pulls away from Emma just enough to look into her eyes.
"I think it's about time we head out," Regina says, her hand falling a little closer to Emma's hip. Emma can barely hide the disappointment on her face, but it goes unnoticed because of the dimly lit room they're in.
"How long do these go for?" Emma asks.
"It depends on the type of event," Regina answers. "I typically stay long enough so that it doesn't look like I'm only here for the award," she adds. Emma nods, but doesn't pull away from Regina just yet.
"I had a good time tonight," Emma tells her. Regina smiles and squeezes the blondes hip. Emma's breath noticeable hitches as Regina's fingers carefully dig into the fabric of the dress, sending a jolt of electricity throughout her entire body. It's a reaction that Regina wants to see more often.
"I'm glad," she replies. "I'm glad that we didn't bore you to death with all of this."
"I grew up in Eastern Europe, it takes a lot to bore us," Emma says.
"Good to know," Regina states. She finally removes her hands from Emma's body, and steps away, missing the contact she had with the younger blonde.
"Will you be in the office on Monday?" Emma asks her.
"Yes, I will," Regina answers walking off of the dance floor and back towards their table. Emma follows and immediately reaches for her bag. Regina grabs her own bag, leaving the award on the table for Kathryn to bring back to the office. They bid their goodbyes to Kathryn and Fred and then make their way to the exit .
"Congratulations Miss Mills, It was wonderful having your presence this evening," Rodney says.
"Thank you. The pleasure was all mine," she replies.
"And it was wonderful meeting you tonight, Miss Swan. Maybe one day you'll be receiving an award here," he adds.
"Thank you, but I doubt that," Emma says. She smiles and says goodbye, walking outside with Regina to wait for Mr. Welch to arrive. Emma rocks back on her heels, slightly regretting the burn it causes in her ankles.
"I live about a block from here," Regina says, pulling Emma from her little bubble.
"Hmm," Emma hums, not sure what she means.
"Come on," Regina says, giving her no explanation as she starts walking away from the venue.
"What about your driver?" Emma asks, walking off after her.
"I already messaged him," Regina says. "He'll pick you up l from my penthouse," she states. Emma tries to keep up with Regina, giving up about a minute in to take off her heels. "Whatt are you doing?" she asks.
"Taking these heels off," Emma says. "I'm not walking the streets of New York in them," she states.
"You're not walking the streets of New York barefoot either," Regina states firmly.
"My feel are killing me, they'll feel so much better when they're off," she says, slipping her foot out of one of the heels.
"People use needles and piss on this street," Regina says. "You'll thank me later," she adds.
"For what?" Emma says as she's about to set her foot down. Before it hits the pavement, Regina is standing in front of her.
"Get on my back," Regina tells her, turning around and crouching down.
"I am not going to make you carry me to your apartment," Emma says, forgetting her current task.
"You're not making me, I am offering," Regina says. "And it's a penthouse," she adds.
"What's the difference," Emma says.
"One is bigger and nicer looking," Regina says. "Now get on my back or I'll carry you bridal style," she threatens.
"I don't want to hurt you," Emma says. "I can walk without my-" Emma is interrupted by a yelp that came from her of course because Regina had turned around and picked her up, throwing her over her shoulder. "Hey! Put me down!" she shrieks.
"No," Regina states, continuing on her journey.
"This isn't even bridal style, you're going to hurt yourself!" Emma argues.
"I go to the gym on a daily basis, I promise you I'm fine," Regina states.
"Put me down, Regina," Emma begs.
"No," she states firmly.
"Put me down so I can get on your back the right way," Emma says. With that, Regina stops and carefully sets her down. "Thank you."
"No, Thank you," Regina replies with a smirk on her face. She crouches down again, and Emma jumps up onto her back, wrapping her legs around Regina's waist, her arms draping over her chest. "Was that so difficult?" she asks as she starts walking again.
"I was not being difficult," Emma says.
"You weren't being very helpful either," Regina states. "I will not be held responsible if you step on a used needle, or get some disease from all the nastiness on these streets."
"You live in a nicer part of New York, your streets should be cleaner," Emma argues.
"They're really not," Regina tells her. Emma rolls her eyes because they look clean enough.
"You are really strong," Emma inquires, changing the subject. Nice, Regina thinks.
"Like I said, I go to the gym everyday," Regina says.
"Shouldn't you do it in moderation, like every other day or something. Give your body a break?" Emma asks.
"Maybe, but I find it's a good way to relax," Regina answers.
"There is nothing relaxing about the gym," Emma says. "Except for maybe the shower you get to take afterwards," she adds.
"It helps me blow off steam, and ignore heavily built sexual frustration," Regina says.
"That's what hands and vibrators are for," Emma says, and she wants to hit herself for it because who talks to their boss about masterbaiting?
"Depending on the day, it just adds more frustration to the mix," Regina says. "I prefer an actual person to get the job done," she states. "The feeling of someone else's skin against yours as you make move, or fuck each other senseless." Emma can't stop her legs from tightening around Regina's waist.
"You're not wrong, but there isn't just a revolving door of people to get off with," Emma says. "And clearly you haven't found the right vibrator-" she adds. The step into a lobby that was way nicer than Emma's would ever be, but she's too busy to notice it. "- I mean mine has me s-"
She pauses, realising who exactly it is she's talking to, and curses herself for drinking as much wine as she's had tonight. "No, don't stop. I want to hear about all the things your vibrator won't be able to do for you after tonight," Regina says, pressing the button to open the elevator. Emma's breath hitches in her throat as Regina steps inside, placing Emma down as the doors slide closed.
"W-what did you just say?" Emma asks her, searching her face for any hint of well, anything. Regina steps closer, too close, but Emma would never complain about that.
"I want to make you moan, and scream my name until you forget your own," Regina says, praying to the gods above that Emma is into women. "I want you writhing beneath me as I make you come harder than you ever had in your life," she adds, biting the inside of her bottom lip. To anyone else, it would've gone unnoticed, but Emma sees it. She wants to feel it. Needs to feel it all over her body.
"So do it," Emma says, praying to god her voice doesn't betray her. Regina closes the remaining distance between them, ceasing their lips together. Emma's back hits the wall of the elevator as Regina's hands cup her cheeks, and slowly moves them towards the nape of her neck. Her knee finds its way to Emma's centre and it hits her clit just right. A sultry moan flies from her perfect pink lips, entrancing Regina. She needs more. The elevator dings and Regina pulls away, enjoying the effect she already has on the blonde.
"Don't worry dear, we just need to get inside because I am not ravishing you in this elevator," Regina says. "Not tonight anyway," she adds under her breath. Emma takes her hand and follows her out of the elevator and into her living room. She doesn't have much time to take in everything because Regina pulls her straight up the stairs and into her bedroom. Her bed is huge and Emma can tell from the door that the sheets and everything in the room are worth more than her annual salary.
"Tako si lepa," Emma moans as Regina starts kissing her neck, sucking at her beautiful pale skin, and then soothing the area with her younger. She was so going to leave a mark or 5.
"What does that mean?" Regina asks her in between kisses.
"You're so beautiful," Emma tells her, running her hands through Regina's hair and carefully scratching her scalp. "God, I've always wanted this," she sighs.
"I'm yours baby, all yours," Regina says. "Para siempre y siempre," she whispers into her skin. Emma pulls her face away from her neck, and captures her lips once again. This kiss is a lot slower, and less messy, but there is still an urgency to it. Regina slowly starts moving them towards the bed, pausing when she feels Emma hit the edge. She trails her lips down to her jawline, pulling delicious moans from her prey. She will never get tired of hearing them. She moves her hand until she finds the zipper, slowly pulling it down until the sleeves start falling down Emma's arms.
Emma pulls her arms up enough to let the sleeves slide completely off and then grabs into Regina's arms for support. "Sit down, darling," Regina tells her. Emma does as she's told and sits down on the bed. Regina slides the dress the rest of the way down and lifts Emma's feet, tossing the dress to the side. She then takes off her heels one my one and pulls down the tights Emma was wearing. "You're just as beautiful when you're almost naked as you are when you're fully clothed," Regina admires, starring at Emma's body. She still has her thong and strapless bra on, but from what Regina can see, she's drop dead gorgeous.
"You're a little over dressed, don't you think?" Emma asks her.
"I suppose I am," Regina says, looking down at her own dress. "Can you fix that for me?" she asks. Emma nods and stands, falling much shorter than she had been. Regina's dress is held together in the back by buttons that start above her tail bone, and end between her shoulders. She presses her body close enough to Emma's that she can feel her, but to too close for her to be able to undo the buttons. One by one, Emma un loops the bottoms from their place, kissing at Regina's shoulders and down her back as she goes. Regina sounds so hot when she's moaning for the simplest of touch. "I want to feel your lips all over my body," she pants.
"That can be arranged, ljubavi moja," Emma answers. She turns Regina so that she is up against the bed, pushing her onto the soft sheets and crawling on top of her. Regina kicks her heels off before moving her feet onto the bed. "Do you always forgo panties and a bra when you wear dresses?" she asks.
"Only when I want beautiful blondes from Serbia to ravish my body," Regina admits.
"Next time wear the panties," Emma says. "I want to be able to take them off of you," she adds. Regina nods, and leans forward to capture Emma's lips. Emma doesn't let her. "Greedy much?" she asks.
"I'm dying here," Regina says. "Please," she begs slightly.
"Beg me for it," Emma teases.
"Teach me how to say it in Serbian," Regina asks her.
"What?" Emma asks.
"I want you to fuck me," Regina says.
"Želim da me jebeš," Emma says a little too quickly.
"Zelim da-" Regina starts, but Emma shakes her head.
"Želim da me jebeš," Emma sata slower. "You want it to make a 'zsh' sound. There is an accent on the Z," she e planina, earning a nod from the okder woman.
"Žalim da me jebeš," Regina says softly, her pupils dilated and full of list.
"Sa zadovoljstvom," Emma says, allowing Regina's lips to finally capture hers as she fully lowers her body. Her hands tangle into Emma's beautiful blonde locks, scratching at her scalp, making Emma moan into the kiss. Emma slowly moves away from Regina's lips, sucking, kissing, and soothing her way down Regina's jaw and throat, revelling in the little moans that escape the brunettes lips. Regina loosens and retightens her grip in Emma's hair as she gets to each pint that drives her wild.
"Fuck," Regina moans softly. She can feel Emma smiling against her skin as she leaves little trails of marks, proving that she had been there. She continues moving down Regina's body, kissing her chest and teasing her nipples when she gets there, sucking and nipping on one while teasing the other with her soft, delicate fingers.
"I love your body," Emma says. "So fucking much," she states. "I love how it responds to everything I do."
"That's because it's yours," Regina pants out. "My body is for you and you only," she says. Emma can feel her own essence dripping down her thighs and she knows that Regina is the only one who can cause it.
"Mine is yours," Emma agrees, moving away from Regina's breasts, and slides down to Regina's centre. She wanted so badly to drag this out as long as possible, but she was unable to resist Regina's body any longer. She needed to taste her and feel every inch of her body convulse under her control. She has enough self control not to delve right into her folds, opting to kiss from the middle of her thighs, right to the bend of them, sucking on her skin, but careful not to leave a visible mark.
"Emma, please for the love of god quit teasing and eat me out!" Regina begs, lifting her body up and resting on her elbows. Emma smirks and moves her head over immediately being hit with the scent of Regina. God she loves it. She swipes her tongue into Regina's folds, teasing her entrance and then moving her tongue towards her clit.
"Like that?" she mumbles before licking her clit a little faster.
"Fuck yes! Like that," Regina moans, moving one hand to hold Emma's head into place. She begins to grind her hips, but Emma places her hand on Regina's pubic area and holds her in place. Regina groans, mostly from the pleasure Emma is giving her, but slightly due to Emma holding her hips down. Emma moves her free hand up and teases at Regina's entrance, popping the tip of her finger in and then pulling it out. "Emma," Regina growls, her grip tightening on the blondes hair. Normally Emma would stop everything at hair pulling, but it felt so fucking good when Regina did it. She chuckles softly and pushes her finger completely inside, curling it to reach for Regina's G-spot. When she pulls her finger back, she adds a second and carefully thrusts inside lightly scraping at the spongy flesh deep inside her pussy. "Fuck! Harder!" Regina moans. Emma begins sucking relentlessly on her clit, and picking up the pace, thrusting in and out of Regina's beautiful point.
She releases her hand from Regina's hip, allowing her to move as much as she would like. She can tell that her orgasm is approaching fast, and she doesn't want to delay it. She wants her to feel every ounce of pleasure as soon as it becomes too much to keep inside. Every thrust is met with Regina's hips moving closer, meeting her half way. Emma pulls away from her clit for a moment to look at Regina's face. "I love how your cunt fits my fingers so well," Emma says. "Such a pretty cunt." Regina moans because she never expected Emma to talk this dirty. Emma returns to Regina's clit, making her hips jerk at the sudden contact. She's sucking harder than she was before, and her thrusts have grown faster and harder. Regina's moans are incoherent and loud. Her walls are tightening and spasaming around Emma's fingers, and her pussy is so slick. Her juices are coating Emma's chin and mouth, and it's almost hard to stay focused on her clit because of how wet she is.
"Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!" Regina cries, arching her back off the bed. Emma takes that as her que to focus on Regina's G-spot once more, hitting it with every thrust. Regina feels like her clot is being attacked from inside of her as well as the outside and it has her reaching her climax and tumbling into it. Her body shakes violently and her vision gets blurry. Her pussy is tightening around Emma's fingers so hard she's afraid they might break, and she loves it. "Emma!" Regina cries as she comes hard, screaming Emma's name over and over again as her orgasm intensifies.
"Good girl," Emma says. "Fuck my fingers," she tells her. Regina's thrusts eventually stop, and Emma knows that her orgasm is coming to a stop. She slows her thrusts down, keeping her fingers almost still inside Regina until her walls stop spasaming. She removes her fingers slowly, and brings them up to her mouth, sucking the remnants of Regina off of them, moaning at her taste. Regina breathes heavily for a few minutes as Emma kisses her way back up the brunettes perfectly toned body.
"Who taught you how to fuck like that?" Regina asks her breathlessly.
"Lesbian erotica, and maybe one or two hookups," Emma admits. "Though, I'm sure I will learn a thing or two from you," she adds.
"I'm counting on it," Regina says, sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed. Emma's face falls slightly as she watched Regina get off the bed and walk over to her closet. She opens the door and steps inside, completely hidden from the blonde. "You better be fully naked when I step out of this closet," Regina warns. Emma can hear drawers opening and closing, and then the sound of velcro. Emma removes her panties and is in the middle of unhooking her bra as Regina steps out of her closet sporting a purple strap-on.
"Wow," is all Emma can manage.
"Do you like it?" Regina asks, rubbing a little bit of lube on the shaft. Emma nods.
"Will it hurt?" Emma asks.
"Have you even used one? Or has anyone used one on you?" Regina asks. Emma shakes her head. "It won't hurt, not with me. We can go at your pace and on your word," she explains. "if you don't like it, or don't want to do it, we can stop and come back to it at a later date," she adds.
"No, I want to try," Emma says. Regina smiles and walks back over to the bed, getting in it and sitting down, leaning against the pillows.
"Can I?" she asks, pointing at Emma's bra. Emma nods and turns her body away from Regina. She moves closer and unhooks the bra, taking it off of the blonde and throwing it with the rest of their clothes. "Come here," she says. Emma turns back around and Regina grabs her hips and guides her to sit right in front of the dildo. She wraps her arms around the blondes waist and leans forward capturing her lips in a soft kiss where she can still taste herself on Emma's lips. Emma cups Regina's cheeks as they kiss, and she feels every ounce of tension and anxiety fly away from her. She feels safe, and loved, and knows that she will be taken care of tonight. "When you're ready, just say the words."
"I'm ready," Emma says, shocking Regina.
"Are you sure?" Regina asks. "I don't want you to feel rushed," she states.
"I don't feel rushed at all," Emma says. "I feel safe," she admits. Regina smiles and kisses the tip of her nose.
"Lift yourself up just a little," Regin instructs her. Emma does as she's told and lifts herself off of Regina. Regina teases Emma's clit a little before moving her fingers down, and slipping them inside of Emma very slowly. She thrusts carefully a few times, enjoying the sounds she is pulling from Emma with each thrust. She removes her fingers and rubs Emma's essence onto the dildo so that it's a little easier to slide in. She then guides Emma's hips, aligning her entrance with the tip of the dildo. She carefully slides Emma onto it, allowing her full control of where she stops.
"Oh, wow," Emma says, her breath catching in her throat.
"How does it feel?" Regina asks.
"It feels weird, but a good weird," Emma says. "K-keep going," she moans slightly. Regina keeps her hands on Emma's hips, lifting her slowly up and down. It takes a minute for Emma to get used to the dildo, but once she does, she wraps her arms around Regina's neck, kissing her and moving her hips on her own. Regina still keeps one hand on Emma's hip, bringing the other one up to play with her breast. She twists her nipple, pulling a long and breath moan from the younger woman. "Fuuuuck," Emma moans, lifting herself to the head of the dildo and moving back down. Her movements grow faster and her moans grow louder. Thank god they came back here because Ruby would surely make fun of her for not being able to keep it quiet.
"That's it, good girl," Regina coearses, playing with her other breast.
"Fuck, Gina you feel so good!" Emma moans. She is now fully moving on her own. Her hands are scraping down Regina's back leaving red trails all down her flesh. "Harder, please," she asks, pulling herself closer to Regina. Regina begins to thrust her hips along with Emma, the head of the dildo sliding towards her g-spot effortlessly. Emma screams at the first few hits, not expecting the jolts of pleasure that accompanies the thrusts. Regina begins to run her hands through Emma's curls, lightly pulling her fingers through them. Emma moans again and closes her eyes. She's never felt quite the euphoric before, and she never wants to lose the feeling. "I'm- I'm going to come!" she cries breathlessly, the pleasure building in her lower belly.
"Show, don't tell," Regina says, thrusting her hips a little harder. Emma's moans get a little whinier, but they're so fucking hot. Regina doesn't want to not ever hear these beautiful sounds again. Emma is hers and she won't ever let her go. "Be a good girl and come for me, baby." With a few more thrusts, Emma's body begins to shake, and her eyes roll to the back of her head.
"Regina, jebeno te volim!" Emma cries as she come hard, rocking her hips back and forth on the dildo. Emma arches her back, her movements still as her orgasm crashes into her harder than she's ever felt her. Her entire body feels hot and tingly. She feels like she's floating on a cloud and Regina is responsible for it. Her eyes roll back again as she closes them, the ball of pressure that exploded within her causes her toes to curl so hard that it hurt.
"That's it," Regina says."Good girl," she tells her. Emma leans forward, laying her forehead on Regina's shoulder.
"Fuck that felt so good," Emma says.
"Lift your hips again for me," Regina says. She pulls the dildo out of Emma, and then undoes the harness, removing it and throwing it on top of the dresses. She pulls the blankets back and gets underneath them, pulling Emma's body as close to hers as possible. Emma moves slightly and rests her head on Regina's chest, listening to her heat beat as she plays with her hair.
"I'm really glad this happened," Emma says. "I've wanted it for so long," she admits.
"Me too," Regina says, moving a strand of hair out of Emma's face and placing it behind her ear. She was using her free hand to run circles on Emma's back. Her skin was so soft, and smelled of vanilla and sex. "You're beautiful," she tells her. Emma smiles and kisses Regina's chest.
"So are you," Emma says. "You make it impossible not to fall for you," she states. Regina chuckles at that.
"You're so cute," she says, moving her hand to smooth out Emma's hair. "When we were dancing earlier, what did you says?" she asks.
"Hmm?" Emma hums.
"When I asked you to say something in Serbian," Regina added
"Oh," Emma says. "The first thing I said to you was that I was in love with you, and had been since the day I met you. There has always been something about you that has had a hold on me," she starts. "Then I said that I knew you didn't feel the same for me, but I would be able to live with it because having that one moment with you on the dance floor was the only one I needed," she says. She looks up and is met with Regina staring back at her.
"Who wouldn't be able to fall in love with you?" Regina asks. "You're kind, and compassionate, and you always put others before yourself, even if you shouldn't be. You're always there for people even if you don't like them and vice versa," she continues. "You're also insanely beautiful." Emma's cheeks grow red once again, and this time she doesn't mind.
"Toliko te volim," Emma says before leaning forward and kissing Regina softly. Regina isn't 100% sure what she means, but she has a pretty good idea that it involves those three little words.