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Regina rubbed at her temples and prayed the migraine she felt coming on would stay at bay for a couple more hours. Music blared through speakers, some electric rock beat that vibrated the walls so loudly you couldn’t make out any of the lyrics. Bodies gyrated and ricocheted off one another on the dance floor in a misguided attempt at rhythm and the smell of sweat permeated throughout the air. A few people, those not completely wasted and able to stand, managed to put together enough steps to be considered dancing but were few and far between. Others sat huddled around their respective tables gushing and guffawing over only god knew what, little of which interested her. The venue was darker than necessary in her opinion, the overhead lighting and sparse sconces along the walls giving off just enough light to see a few feet in front of your face. The bar however was well lit, Regina guessed the bartender needed to see what he was doing, or it could be construed as an unsafe work environment. At thirty-five years old, Regina didn’t find that she enjoyed these types of things anymore and after half an hour of what she was lovingly referring to as paying her dues, she knew to make it a minute more she would need a drink.
Why anyone would rent out the Trigger Trap, a local nightclub, for their wedding reception was beyond her but she really shouldn’t have been surprised considering the identity of the bride and groom. Tina Bell, Regina’s ex, had just married Killian Jones, a want to be Rockstar who wore entirely too much leather and smelled of rum and stagnant aftershave. The invitation to the wedding had arrived via text message and Regina had nearly pretended she hadn’t received it until Tina called her to confirm. Why had she picked up? Because Regina was a sucker for blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes and even a year after their two-year relationship had ended Regina still felt like she owed the other woman more. Maybe it was the way things had ended, Tina walking out on her after weeks of arguments in which harsh truths were thrown out and still Regina refused to budge. In the end, Regina assumed the least she could do would be to attend the wedding, at most the reception as well, and pretend to be happy for her.
Before and during the wedding, despite a desire to be anywhere but there, Regina smiled politely at the other guests, many of whom she knew through Tina, and congratulated the couple on their wedding. She praised the reception and overstated just how much she enjoyed the eclectic array of music being played. Regina even gawked dutifully, with the other women, as Tina showed off the ring on her finger, even thought she could and would have purchased her something much larger had she been marrying her. She gasped in unison as Tina boasted about the trip to Acapulco Killian’s father had bought the couple for their honeymoon and subsequently excused herself to get a drink. Regina began making her way across to the circular bar when she noticed the crowd across from her parting like the red sea. Turning her head, the drop of her jaw was instantaneous, and Regina had a feeling she might not make it through this thing after all.
Emma Swan at twenty-six years old, walked inside the Trigger Trap the way she walked inside every establishment she entered, like she owned the place. Blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, the stern, angular set of her jaw, the penetrating stare of her light green eyes - it all blended into a woman that was immediately noticed and on more than one occasion feared. The dark jeans and black leather jacket she wore gave her already gorgeous features a hard, defiant look and her confident gait commanded attention. Emma oozed sex appeal and in the same way people were moving out of her way, women and men fell for her as though unable to control themselves. Every woman she’d approached except one that is, one woman didn’t find her attractive in the least and she found herself face to face with her in that moment.
“Hello gorgeous,” Emma greeted kissing Tina on the cheek before hugging Killian with a pat on the back, “Hey.”
“You look like shit,” Killian observed with a smirk, “Glad you could make it.”
Emma smirked and shrugged, her grin widening as she chuckled, “I take it you didn’t beg me to come to compliment me. Can I at least get a drink before the character assassination?”
“I suppose.” Killian rolled his eyes playfully and lead her toward the bar after kissing his bride.
Seating around the circular bar was limited but he managed two stools near the backside with a clear view of everything happening on the dance floor. Currently, Neal, a member of Killian’s band Neverland Boys, was mimicking spanking what seemed to be a very intoxicated Tamara Goodshaw. Tilting his head, Killian chuckled to Emma and pushed sweat infused dark locks from his face, “How’s Granny?”
“Ornery,” Emma offered signaling for the bartender, “Said to tell the pain in her ass hi though as she was ordering me about.”
Killian smirked, “Easy cousin, you sound jealous that I’m Granny’s favorite.”
Emma scoffed just as the bartender approached, “What can I get you guys?
Gesturing to her cousin, Emma rolled her eyes as Killian ordered a rum and coke, “I’ll have a Kentucky Calling please,” she ignored the widening of the bartender’s eyes at her drink order before turning back to her cousin, “So how’s married life?”
“It’s been an hour,” He explained pointing to Tina across the room, “but I’m loving it,” he added with a grin wide enough to split his face
Emma nodded sparing both parties a glance before someone else claimed her attention. Shoulder length dark hair, more black than brown, framed her face and hung down past her ears. Dark brown eyes glittered with gold in the reflection of a camera’s flash and held a hint of sadness amidst the joy they portrayed. While set in a wide toothy smile, her lips were full and painted a light shade of plum that Emma thought suited her like no other color would. The dress she wore fit like a glove, but it didn’t cling, instead it draped across her body like it had been poured on and emphasized her dips and curves in all the right places. Emma smiled softly as dark eyes seemed to find her across the room.
She felt her legs moving before she’d opened her mouth, “I’ll be right back.”
Killian’s head snapped up comically fast at the tone of his cousin’s voice but before he could say anything to stop her from whatever she was about to do, Emma was making her way across the floor toward a familiar figure, “Shit, Emma, don’t.” he muttered to deaf ears. He breathed a sigh of relief when Emma ventured to her left toward the back hallway of the club at the last minute. Looking back toward his bride he missed the way dark eyes followed his cousin’s form.
Regina watched as the blonde made her way toward the back exit and scolded herself for even contemplating to follow her. She could not be that lonely and surely not desperate enough to get mixed up in whatever the blonde had planned. The look she had given her, Regina knew that look. That look screamed adventure, it screamed a night to remember, it screamed danger. The blonde was all things which Regina had prided herself on steering clear of in her life. She had too much at stake, too much to lose. So why the hell was she brushing non-existent wrinkles from her dress and quietly slipping through the hallway after her.
“I would think a woman of your caliber would know better than to follow a stranger into a dark alley,” Emma voiced in amusement as the other woman stepped outside the building via the back exit. She was leaning against the concrete wall, her head tilted to the side, a smirk gracing her thin lips.
“Yes, well at the risk of being murdered, I couldn’t turn down the fresh air,” Regina offered pushing windblown hair back behind her ear. She allowed her gaze to travel over the other woman and ignored the lust brewing in her stomach, “Most people dress up for a wedding.”
Emma chuckled dryly, “This is me dressed up.”
Before Regina had a chance to respond sarcastically, she gasped as Emma quickly switched their positions, her back thudding against the concrete wall pushing the air from her lungs, “Wait,” she warned breathlessly as Emma pressed against her, “I don’t even know your name.”
Glancing down at full lips and liking the slight height difference, Emma licked her own before breathing out a quiet “Emma Swan.”
Pressing her hand against the other woman’s chest, Regina pushed her back enough to extend her hand, “Regina Mills.”
Smirking, Emma grasped her hand and kissed the back of it before pressing against her once more, “Are you here alone Regina?”
The words were whispered hotly against her ear causing goosebumps to erupt along Regina’s skin. “Ye-,” the words lodged themselves in her throat as Emma’s tongue laved against her earlobe before teeth clamped down on it teasingly, “Hmm…yes, I’m alone.”
Emma chuckled as the woman beneath her trembled, “So you crazy or what?”
Regina exhaled haughtily and used what anger simmered at the statement to push the other woman away from her again, “Excuse me?”
“Easy there, tiger,” Emma lifted her hands in surrender, “It was joke. Admittedly a bad one, but a joke. I just meant you’re fucking hot and I’m surprised you’re alone, is all.”
Regina huffed fixing her hair from where she’d had her head pressed to the wall, “How do you know Killian?” Regina asked instead of responding to the idiotic question.
“He’s kind of my cousin,” Emma replied, “How do you know him?”
“I don’t,” Regina replied ignoring how Emma stepped closer to her again leaving barely enough space for air to pass through, “I know Tina.”
Emma nodded as she lifted the brunette’s chin and stared into soulful eyes, “Tina’s cool,” she breathed before closing the minuscule distance between them.
Regina could feel the thumping of her heart as sound was eviscerated with the rush of blood to her head and the burning of her lungs. She gasped as Emma’s hands settled low on her hips and pressed her harder against the wall. Emma using the sound as guided entry into the warm cavern of her mouth, moaning as their tongues met, Regina’s immediately surrendering under the blonde’s ministrations. Regina hadn’t been kissed in over a year, but she hadn’t been kissed like this ever. Emma Swan didn’t just kiss, she dominated and Regina, a powerful woman in every area of her life, was powerless in this. Hands refusing to stay dormant any longer, Regina wound her arms around the other woman’s neck as their kissed deepened further and dug her nails into Emma’s neck in response to the palming of her behind.
Emma hissed and chuckled against her lips, “You have a gorgeous ass.”
“So uncouth,” Regina accused around a grin as Emma reconnected their mouths.
Emma groaned and slammed her hand against the wall behind them as Regina sucked her tongue fully into her mouth. Once released, she rested their foreheads together and breathed harshly against parted, no longer painted, lips. Clearing her throat, she kissed Regina chastely, “Fuck…we need to – I need to tell you something.”
“What might that be?” Regina asked pushing escaped blonde strands back with one hand and palming a prominent bulge with the other one. Emma groaned wantonly and pushed into the brunette’s hand, “You’ve been pressed against me this whole time Miss Swan, I’m not an idiot.”
“Right…nope, not an idiot…fuck,” she whimpered as Regina squeezed, “easy, easy.”
Regina chuckled, “What happened to all that bravado and swagger, dear?”
“Kind of ha-hard when you’ve got a grip on my di-ah shit, Regina,” Emma stuttered dropping her head to the brunette’s shoulder as she squeezed again, harder this time.
“Please try to be a little more civilized.” Emma nodded hurriedly and exhaled as she was released, “I have to be going.”
“What?” Emma panted as she straightened the crotch of her pants ignoring Regina’s smirk at the motion, “Why”
“Because I have to be at work early,” Regina offered fluffing her hair as she turned away from Emma. She didn’t mention that it was only part of the reason, the other part being that she wanted to do licentious things to Emma against this wall right now and she was pretty sure the blonde would let her.
“Wait,” Emma breathed reaching for her and pressing herself close behind Regina, “When will I see you again?”
“Presumptuous, aren’t we?” Regina teased ignoring the warmth that settled in her stomach at Emma being pressed against her so intimately.
Emma kissed her neck, “Does saying hopeful get me anything?”
Regina hummed, “It gets you one hour, Wednesday 11AM, the Cafe McCallum on Main street. Don’t be late.”
“Can I get your number at least?” Emma ventured as the brunette pulled fully from her grasp and walked over to the back door.
Glancing over her shoulder, Regina smirked, “No.”
Emma watched as she finally slipped back into the Trigger Trap and leaned back against the wall, her hands fell to her knees as she bent over and tried to slow the beating of her heart. Whether she admitted it or not, that small amount of time with Regina had affected her. It had affected her in the best and worst possible ways and Emma knew Regina was the type of woman that if she ever figured out she could say jump, Emma would be powerless to do anything but ask how high.