The road was wet an although the tires of her car were practically new Regina felt the few seconds in which the car didn’t turn as quick as she would have liked in the roundabout. Glancing in the rear mirror an exhaling as she saw that nothing had happened she directed the car down the road, the few drops of rain that covered the windscreen glowing softly under the hundreds of lights of the city of Boston.
She had arrived later than expected that weekend because of Henry. The boy was being difficult once again, refusing to go to Kathryin even if he had done the same hundreds of times before. Regina had hated how much the boy had cried and asked for her to keep his company and she had been about to call the firm and ask them if they couldn’t reschedule when Henry had finally relented, leaving her with an uneasiness feeling in the pit of her stomach and a bitter taste on the roof of her mouth.
The driving had been quick but due to her tardiness she had been forced to go to the meeting without passing through the hotel first and now that the meeting was over she was desperate for arriving to her room and call Henry and sleep in a cider induced dreams.
Another part of her, the tiniest part, was also telling her that she still had that blonde woman’s number and that they had promised to see each other if Regina ever appeared in Boston again. Knuckles white against the wheel she gritted her teeth at the thought of Emma Swan.
Her “meeting”, for a lack of better word, with Graham hadn’t been as pleasurable as usual and she had lost the how many time she had looked at the paper, the borders of it starting to curl because of the many times she had toyed with the little card. Emma had seeped beneath her skin, calling for her while she didn’t exactly knew why. It had been so many years since anyone had made her like this that she felt disturbingly exposed every time she thought about the woman.
“She is just a normal woman” Regina muttered to herself while finally parking the car in the hotel’s parking. As a solicitant worker helped her with her luggage she went to her purse and grabbed the paper, an idea starting to form in her mind.
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At some other place in town Emma was seated on the sofa with her legs crossed and her little laptop on top of them. She had finished her last work and as she read once again the message she had sent to the girlfriend of the latest scumbag she had helped to catch, she found herself looking through the window and the wet streets beyond her apartment.
It had been almost half a month since she had found Regina and even if at first she had been sure that she had managed to make the other woman interested she wasn’t so sure anymore. She was getting impatient and so was the person at the other side of the phone.
She knew she had made a bold move by giving her number to the brunette instead of asking for the woman’s like she usually did but there had been something on Regina’s eyes that had made her feel inexperienced once again, like a child in an adults world. The feeling was strange but Emma found herself that she wasn’t that bothered with the lack of control.
“You are starting to sound crazy Swan” Emma chastised herself before returning her eyes to the screen. The girlfriend wasn’t going to be happy when she confirmed the suspicions that her lovely and dedicated boyfriend was just another prick so she suspected she was going to need to wait a little before knowing anything from her.
So engrossed she was that she jumped when her phone started to ring, and, after a few seconds second of doubt she glanced at the screen, trying to guess who was calling her, a hopeful smile on her lips when she saw the unknown number.
She answered the phone while putting the laptop aside. “Emma Swan” She muttered before being interrupted by a voice like silk.
“Emma? This is Mata Hari, maybe we could meet again and talk about your intentions about uncovering me”
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Regina glanced at her watch for the third time in the same amount of minutes, she felt nervous although she didn’t understood why; she was the one with the upper hand after all. After leaving everything on her room and making a quick call to Kathryin she had finally called Emma Swan and the other woman had quickly answered her proposition with a breathy yes before asking if they could met on the same bar they had first seen each other.
Of course, Regina being the one she was had made her plan a little more complicated than just a simple phone call; when she had been Queen men and women alike had fought for her in order to keep her not only happy but amused, it had been quite interesting to see how ready they were to try to court her but the most stimulating thing had been the part in where she seduced all of them, testing their strength, their beauty, their power. Even if Emma wasn’t a noble or she wasn’t a Queen anymore the idea of playing with the blonde and test her until knowing how far the woman was ready to go with her was quite pleasant.
She was about to glance at the watch once again when Emma tapped her shoulder gently before seating in the same stool she had been seated two weekends before.
“Sorry Mata Hari, the traffic was chaotic” The blonde said with a small smirk on her lips, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took the view of Regina’s grey and sinfully fitted dress that the she was wearing. “Ok, change of plans; you aren’t a spy, how about a director of some big fashion magazine?”
Regina chuckled at that, surprised to see that apparently Emma’s interesting humor was still there.
“Flatter won’t get you anywhere dear” She said while asking for her apple cider.
“A girl can try” Emma replied, shrugging and asking for a glass of coke. “Given the traffic and the weather I think I will avoid the alcohol tonight” She said to Regina when the woman looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
The brunette nodded, slightly impressed of Emma’s apparently thoughtfulness. “So, Miss Swan, you were saying that I look like the CEO of some petty fashion magazine” She started after taking a sip of the cider, the drink was too sweet and not as cold as it should be but, resigned to drink it, she sighed, longing for her own cider.
“Judging by your response I’m going to guess that the answer is no” Emma said with an amused smile “And what about me? I could be the CEO?”
“I think you would be one of the girls on a photo shoot” The brunette replied smartly, her eyes traveling up and down Emma’s obvious trained physique. “Personal coach?”
“Nope, but thanks for saying that I could be a model” Emma said while making a mock salute towards the woman with her glass. Hopefully unknown for Regina she had tried that for a while but the fashion world was as shady as they had told her if not worse and she had lasted very little in that world made of glitter and laxatives.
“Then I’m out of the ideas for the moment” Regina replied with narrowed eyes, slightly curious of where Emma’s eyes had gone for a second. “I guess is your turn”
“Mmmm… Wedding planner?”
Regina laughed at that, unable to filter the image of Snow White’s face when she had interrupted her wedding.
“Some people could say that I have exactly what a wedding need dear, but I’m afraid that it’s not what you are looking for”
Emma hummed at the response, touching the edge of her glass with her index finger, pensively thinking of how much she could ask to be sure that her gut and suspicions were right.
Tilting her head she snapped her fingers, directing her gaze towards Regina who had been carefully sipping her cider while trying not to make a face because of the disgusting pleasure.
“What about a politician? You really look like one at least, all dressed up and ready to make things exactly how you want”
Regina laughed and nodded, carefully eyeing the blonde who was beaming at her, her emerald eyes shining with happiness as she finally guessed her right.
“I think I would miss being Mata Hari” The brunette said, dropping her voice an octave while thinking how Emma could effectively had guessed her right. The woman was better than she had thought.
“Careful dear” Her mother’s voice sounded in her head “Remember to play your part”
Emma winked at Regina as the brunette turned her full body towards her, her hands now drawing circles in front of Emma’s right arm that rested on the counter.
“You will always be Mata Hari for me if you prefer” The blonde said graciously as she looked down, Regina’s nails were impossibly close to her and yet they weren’t touching her skin, the promise of it however, being read on Regina’s eyes when Emma raised her head, making her swallow loudly.
“So” Regina said after a smirk, happy to see that she had win back the upper hand on their game “Now you know what I am you could told me what you are”
“Uh-uh I don’t think so” Emma said playfully, coughing and drinking in two big gulps the remains of her coke, feeling hotter now that Regina kept looking at her with her body so close to hers “First told me how you became a politician”
“I’m afraid that’s not material for a second date conversation dear” The brunette replied quickly, her eyes turning slightly cold for a second, confirming Emma’s suspicions.
“And what is material for a second date?” The blonde asked defiantly, her chin raised and eyes sparkling with what Regina understood as mirth but Emma felt as fear. She was pushing too much and she knew it but Regina had something that made her want to taste how much the other woman was willing to take and then double it.
“Well” Regina replied in a soft purr that the waiter- who had been listening to almost all the conversation due to the slow night he was having- couldn’t ear “You could... guess”
Regina’s lips were partially opened, the tip of her tongue visible through them as she eyed the blonde, dark playful eyes glowing under suddenly heavy eyelids. It had been too long since she had played fully to that game but seeing Emma’s obvious response in a second date in a row made her feel not only quite sure of herself but also excited. The blonde was struggling and yet there was something there that made her even more interesting.
“I could” Replied the blonde, matching the stance of Regina with only a quick glance to the lips of the brunette “But since I’ve guessed right and you still need to know what I’m I think we are playing with my rules for a little more”
Regina wanted to bare her teeth and snarl at the suddenly overconfident woman but she found herself retreating, putting her best mayoral mask in front of the one she had been having until now. The blonde knew how to play that game almost as good as she did. She had been tricked into thinking that the other woman was an easy win and it wasn’t. Interestingly, that didn’t make her rip the blonde’s heart out- Not that she could at the moment- but making her want to know how much the other woman could take even more.
“And what rules are those?” She finally asked, narrowing her eyes slightly as she drank the rest of the cider, her mouth dry.
“You are going to be in town tomorrow?”
The brunette nodded once.
“How about after you are free of your… whatever duties you have you call me and we have a third date? Those are my rules” Emma smiled cockily, hiding the sudden nervousness at the idea that she have read Regina completely wrong ant the woman was going to just told her to fuck off.
Regina, however, nodded; mentally deciding that she could arrive a little later to Storybrooke if she called Kathryn first and talked with Henry, checking that the little boy was alright.
“Very well Miss Swan, for now you can continue with your rules but” She said as she paid her drink and let the blonde do the same without a glance towards the blushing waiter “Don’t get used to it”
“I would never do that” The blonde said, accompanying Regina to the door and opening it with a flourish. “But for now you are stuck with me, Mata Hari”
Their eyes locked for a second as the bar door closed behind them but as Regina was about to play with the blonde for a little more Emma winked at her and kissed chastely her cheek before turning.
“It had been a pleasure, Miss Mills, see you tomorrow and don’t forget, my rules”
With that she was gone, leaving a surprised Regina behind who smiled a little as she entered in the hotel; it had been the first time since someone denied her what she obviously was looking for; a kiss in this case, but she had liked the way Emma had keep her distance. Almost chivalry.
“Although tomorrow I’m going to show you whose rules we are playing” She muttered as she exited the elevator and opened her room’s door.
Yes, tomorrow she would show that woman.
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Emma was arriving at her apartment when her telephone rang; she had sent a quick message when Regina had called her hours before so, without looking at the id, she picked up the phone and answered with a curt yes.
“Yes, it’s her” She confirmed “I’ve managed to make her have another date with me tomorrow”
Another couple of words at the other end of the line, most of them laced with disappointment.
“Listen, I’ve got everything under control. She is quite interesting to talk with, nothing like you would think”
A sentence and a sigh that made Emma groan inwardly while parking her car.
“We are going to find Storybrooke but let me do this in my way; I like her so stop pushing me”
A reluctant apology later Emma nodded, satisfied with the voice at the other side of the line.
“That’s more likely, I’m going to make her talk but just let me do the job, I’m good finding people. I found you after all.”
The call was ended and Emma found herself staring at her cell “Goodnight to you too Lily”
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