Emma walked straightly towards Regina nodding at her with a playful wave that made the other woman tilt her head and prepare herself for whatever the blonde was going to do to try to unbalance her.
Morning had went too slow for the brunette tastes and she had found herself thinking about Emma a little too much as her various meetings rolled by. It was irritating and the former Queen had growled inwardly when her mind went to the fact that Graham had already proven useless to calm her carnal thirsts. She wasn’t going to go there and she refused to let Emma win, even if it was in her own mind and in a hypothetic idea. Condemning the image of a naked Emma to the darkest depths of her mind she refocused in her meetings, trying to not think about the woman and what possibly the blonde would want to do in something that was clearly very different of what they had been doing until now. The fleeting idea of leaving instead of staying to discover it had crossed her mind but her pride refused to do that; knowing that whatever the blonde would want from her wouldn’t be much different of what she wanted given the passion-fueled looks that Emma had given her last night and the previous one. Even if the other woman had tricked her into thinking that she could win easily those looks had been real and Regina knew exactly what to do with them. Emma and she were in the same level and she hadn’t become Queen without learning a few tricks about using other’s desires to achieve her own along the way.
Decided to stay, she had called Kathryn after her last meeting informing her that she was going to arrive a little later than usual. The dark blonde woman hadn’t asked why albeit Regina could sense a tone of curiosity in her voice but she hadn’t provided any information. Smiling slightly only when Henry was put on the speaker she finished the call shortly after that.
She hadn’t changed her attire albeit she had loosened two more bottoms that she would usually do, her cleavage showing more than usual in her white crispy blouse and now that Emma’s verdant eyes glanced at it every few seconds Regina smirked, knowing that she had gained the upper hand on their date. At least for now.
“You always go like that at your meetings?” Emma asked casually as they started to walk, the blonde woman trying to look unimpressed with Regina’s power suit.
“It’s that what this is dear?” The brunette replied with a malicious smile as she glanced at the slightly taller woman from the corner of her eyes. The blonde looked flustered but Regina wanted to push everything a little further.
“I’m not exactly versed on politics” The blonde replied, making Regina look at her a little amused. They continued walking, avoiding the people that walked in the opposite direction than them.
“And what are you versed at dear?” Regina asked, her eyes narrowing as Emma replied with a little laugh, her usual cockiness returning once again.
“If I tell you what would be the point?” Her lips were parted in another smile, one that the brunette found herself responding to it.
What Regina didn’t know was that Emma was nervous, uneasy. She had done similar works through her years as a bail bondsperson. It was her gift; being able to find people and then lure them until she had them exactly where she wanted. Some people needed more work than others but that was all; she always found the one that she was looking for.
Regina was another story, the woman was intelligent, much more intelligent that Emma could even start to perceive and behind her flirtatious smile there was something that spoke of a past that Emma found herself more drawn into it. She knew what Regina had been, from where she was and maybe it was that knowledge the one that made her skin burn every time the brunette looked at her.
Coughing she refocused her eyes again on the brunette, who was now looking at her through half closed eyelids.
“You could give me a clue” The woman finally said, a trace of smirk curling her deep red colored lips. “I’m playing by your rules after all, let me have that”
Emma clicked her tongue as they kept walking, their shadows starting to grow behind them as the sun settled. Around them people kept talking, passing by, but Emma ignored everyone as she turned to look at the brunette. And then, there she felt it again, the look that Regina had given her the first night she had started talking with her; a look that spoke of how the woman seemed to understand the world and everyone on it. A look of power.
Calming down and forcing herself to remember what Lily had told her about how the woman was magic less she stared back and shook her head while smiling.
“Uh-uh, you first, are you good being a politician?”
Regina let go a puff of air as she looked at the blonde woman, she had something that made her cautious and yet, whenever they talked, there was something there that made her want to know more about her.
“Maybe” She finally said, angling her body a little more towards Emma as they kept walking “On what are you good at?”
Emma laughed at that, pleased to see that they seemed to recover the easiness of their previous encounters.
“Wouldn’t you want to know” She replied, a trace of playfulness still present on her words.
“In fact I want to” Regina said, her left brow rising as Emma kept silent for a few more seconds, her pale lips curling teasingly.
Emma thought about the question and the possible answer she could give to the brunette, her mind reminded her that it was never a good idea to admit on what she was good at, her instinct, however, seemed to have another plans since when she opened her mouth the classic deflective response didn’t come out.
“I’m good at finding people, that’s what I do” She said, a little uncomfortable “I’m asked to find certain people and I do that”
Regina hummed at her side and didn’t said nothing for a moment as they turned into a corner and started coming back to the hotel with an unspoken decision, the sun now at their backs.
“So you are like a dog” She finally said, the glint of mischievousness returning back to her eyes, making Emma chuckle.
“You could say that” She replied “And now, what about you tell me something?”
“About?” Regina said, feigning innocence as Emma playfully growled.
“Why you are being so difficult?” The blonde asked, sighing dramatically as they kept walking.
The blonde’s uneasiness was starting to fade. Since she had found Regina there were always moments in which she forgot what she was doing and simply let herself to enjoy with the sarcasm and wittiness of the other woman.
“Because I can” Regina replied, smirking at the blonde as they turned and started to go back, the final sun rays warming their backs.
“Alright” Emma said, shrugging as the kept walking, the silence was strange but not tense and they both seemed to enjoy it for a few more minutes until Regina spoke.
“I’m the mayor of a little city” The brunette didn’t know why she was actually replying to Emma’s questions but a part of her wanted to. “It’s nothing big but I’ve been its mayor for too long so I think I can actually say that I’m good at this”
Emma chuckled and nodded, mentally preparing herself for whatever the brunette was going to say next.
“However” Regina said with the same tantalizing smile as before openly caressing Emma’s body now “I don’t think that this kind of talk is a third date material”
“You still need to tell me what it’s the material for the second date” Emma answered boldly, her voice dropping when she realized the hungry look Regina directed at her, a smirk parting her lips.
The brunette looked at the hotel, which was in front of them once again, and pointed at it with one long finger, her eyes burning holes on Emma’s body.
“You could go with me to the reception” She started “I could ask for a room, maybe even manage to keep mine for one more night”
Her voice was like silk and Emma tried her hardest not to show any emotion as Regina moved closer to her, their sides touching as they kept walking. Judging by Regina’s blew up pupils she didn’t know if she had managed to conceal her arousal about the perspective of being with the brunette beauty, her work forgotten once again.
“And then?” She managed to say, eliciting a smirk from Regina as the woman carefully put her hand on the middle of Emma’s back. It would seem an innocent gesture to whoever that could be looking at them but a complete torture for Emma who could sense the warmth of that hand through the jacket and blue button- up she was wearing.
“Then I could show you what I consider to be a real game and what I don’t” Regina kept, tracing little circles on the blonde’s back as they approached the entrance of the parking that the hotel had at one side of the main doors. “And yet…”
“Yes?” Emma croaked out when Regina’s silence dragged on.
“I want to play, to know you” The brunette admitted, her open eyes were honest but her words were laced with something else, a silent challenge that made Emma’s skin burn and hurt as if she was really being marked with those words. “I will be in Boston in two weeks, if you still want to know what’s a third date material why don’t you call me?”
And this time it was she the one who kissed the blonde’s cheeks, her supple lips lingering on the blonde’s pale skin for a second a little too long to just be a simple kiss.
“In two weeks?” Emma repeated a little dazed and Regina nodded.
“You have captured my attention dear” She said simply as she nodded graciously and turned, saying her name and room’s number to the man that was keeping the door of the parking. A few seconds later she entered, not looking back.
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Once the blonde arrived at her house she plugged her laptop and started to search something new about Regina. The search was as fruitless as the first she had done the first night after finding her; the information that existed about Regina Mills was just enough to make her story about her life something believable outside the city of Storybrooke but not enough to make a good story. Growling, she served herself a glass of vodka and tried to call Lily, her mind racing at the same speed of her burning body after the promise Regina had muttered against her ear just before turning.
“She is dangerous” A part of her whispered warningly but she had never listened to that part as much as she should have to.
Glancing back at her phone she found that Lily had left a missed call, grabbing the devise she tried to call her friend again only to listen to Lily’s phone outside the apartment. Leaving her vodka on the kitchen counter she approached the door and opened, finding Lily with the phone still firmly clutched on her right hand and looking back at her with her dark brown eyes.
“So” She said, passing next to Emma and walking through the small corridor until she arrived to the kitchen “Tell me”
“Always so impatient” The blonde grumbled but followed her friend and sat next to her, playing with her hands as she stared at whom had been her one and only friend since she was fifteen.
When she had turned her back to Lily she had really believed that she wasn’t going to see her again. And as the months passed by and she started to know more about living on the streets the memory of the Latina girl was something that didn’t appear to be as important as it had been.
However, once she was freed she found herself using her ability to find whatever she needed to find her. Her idea was difficult; she didn’t know where she was, or if Lily still thought about her but after what had happened with Neal she found herself craving for someone. And that someone had been Lily. The Latina was now starting to live and life on her own in the middle of one of the worse neighborhoods Emma had ever seen and, at first, she had tried to send the blonde away, muttering strange things that Emma couldn’t understand.
Fortunately for Emma the young woman had finally agreed to listen to her and after grudgingly listening Emma’s story she had let the blonde stay for the night, saying that the following day Emma would need to go.
But Emma didn’t, and she neither disappeared the following day. As days passed the two girls found that their friendship, even shaky and fragile, was still there.
At first Lily had been evasive of what she had done the few years they had been apart but as months passed and Emma started to feel more like herself once again she had started to ask more and more until one night, in where Lily had been completely wasted, she had finally heard the whole story and, with that, the real truth about her parents and what both Emma and Lily were.
She hadn’t believed at first of course, magic didn’t exist, fairy tales weren’t real.
But after Lily had pointed out her almost miraculous capacity to search and find whatever she needed in that moment and calmly pointing out everything that the man who had called himself “Apprentice” had told her Emma had agreed to try to find a proof that that was true.
And so she was now, almost ten years after that talk and even if after those nothing was like it had been when both Lily and her had been barely adults Emma was still not entirely sure if what her friend had told her was true or not. A part of her doubted and just only for that part, the part in where she had parents- that still had left her, she was still there, half thinking that that curse and what she felt from Regina was real and not just a figment of her own mind and Lily’s words.
“Earth calling to Emma” Lily said, snapping her fingers in front of her, making Emma blink and focus her eyes on her friend once again.
“I think she is something more than only the Evil Queen” The title sounded odd on her ears and left a bitter taste on her tongue. Seeing how her friends seemed to be about to say something she cleared her throat and kept talking “I mean it, Lily, she didn’t tell me a single thing but she isn’t… evil”
“Are you sure you are saying that only because you want a chance with her?” Lily asked, her eyes glinting with mirth for a second and Emma laughed, a light blush covering her cheeks.
“I’m sure” She finally admitted “I’ll help you, just as I promised you but I want to know more about her”
Her friend sighed and turned, her eyes going to the large windows that showed a part of Boston, lights and the distant sea the view that waved at the Latina before the woman turned once again, looking at her friends with concerned eyes.
“You are the savior Emma, maybe after she knows about you she wants you dead”
Emma shrugged and sucked at her lower lip, her own eyes unfocusing as she recalled the way Regina had looked at her before finally turning, the promise of another date hanging between them
“It’s work” She said “And yet it isn’t. I like her Lily; I want to know more about her. Besides” She said “It’s you the one who wants to know your mother, not me, if I don’t behave like the savior I don’t need to be the savior”
Lily sighed and nodded, admitting defeat for now. Her friend had always been a very closed off person and a part of her was happy to see something on Emma’s eyes apart of apparent happiness.
“Just don’t forget that you need to be careful” She remained the blonde “We need to know where Storybrooke is to find it”
“Maybe we should just ask her” Emma muttered and Lily shook her head once before grabbing her friend’s hand between hers and squeezed them as hard as she could.
“No matter what you know about her, she was the Evil Queen. We can’t just make her told everything just with a couple a questions”
Emma nodded reluctantly, her mind already filling with something very close to remorse at the idea of keep hiding things from the brunette.
“We will do it your way” She conceded after a few more seconds of silence “But I don’t like it”
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