I wrote this one after I read a prompt on a SQ Facebook Group. Keep in mind, that English is my third language, and this story is unedited. Enjoy!

„Please, Emma! You have to do this for me! I can't lose her as a client."

The blonde rolled her eyes as her friend fought another coughing fit, blowing her nose with a fresh tissue. Her eyes were red, as was her nose, and her face was slightly flushed from the fever. She had been whining for an hour now, begging her to replace her at an appointment with one of her clients.

"That Mills woman won't die if she waits until you get better."

"You don't know her, Em! She will get so pissed! Please, do this for me. I can't cancel her!"

"You're overreacting, Ruby," she replied. "It's a damn hairdressing appointment, not a surgery, for God's sake. Who is that woman, anyway? How come I've never seen her? She sounds like a Bitch." Emma stood up and went to the open kitchen, removing the boiling kettle from the stove.

"She is a bitch. An evil bitch," Ruby confirmed, sneezing theatrically hard and whining afterwards. "She's the goddamn Evil Queen from that fairytale we used to watch as kids."

"Oh my God," Emma chuckled, pouring her sick friend a cup of tea. She sighed as she handed her the cup. Carefully, Ruby blew on her tea, taking a small sip and moaning quietly as the hot liquid soothed her sore throat. Emma shook her head in amusement, joining her friend on the couch, and waited for a proper answer.

"She won an award for CEO of the year. She owns Mills Hotels & Resorts."

"Impressive," Emma admitted, whistling in recognition. "And how the hell she became your client? OW!" The blonde jumped, rubbing the arm Ruby had just slapped. She grinned. "I mean, you're great and all, no offense, but it's not like there aren't any other – more famous – Hairstylists in New York."

"Granny used to work in the Mills household for a long time. She recommended me, and until now Regina was always pleased with my work. But she is very strict when it comes to her appointments, which is understandable really, she's a hard working woman and doesn't have much time. That's why she always comes by after work hours."

"When no one else is in the salon. That's why I've never seen her before."

"Exactly," Ruby confirmed.

"She sounds like a loner."

"Well, she isn't really an extrovert. She's very professional, cold even. But her tips …"

Emma laughed loud, and finished Ruby's sentence, "… are really generous." The blonde rubbed her face and let out a deep sigh. Her friend cheered and grinned happily, already knowing that she had finally convinced her roommate. "Fine, Rubes. I'll do it," she gave in, standing up and walking toward the kitchen to prepare breakfast, before she had to head to their salon.

Just an hour later she stood in the living room, ready for her long work day in comfortable cutoff jeans and a white tank. Her friends eyes were pleading, as if to say 'Please, don't mess that up." The blonde shook her head in disbelief, "You owe me, big time," she clarified, before she went off.

The day passed like any other one; hectic and busy. Emma and the three employees had their hands full all day long. Especially since Ruby wasn't here. They even had to rush through lunch. It was 7:10 pm – 10 minutes past closing time – when the last client finally left the salon. Exhausted moans filled Emma's ears as she finally slump on the armchair in the rear area.

"It's fine, girls," she said, when they started cleaning up, "Go home. I'll do that later. Have to wait for Ruby's client anyway." Thankful murmurs were thrown her way, and she smiled.

"Good night, Boss," she heard a few seconds later, before everything went quiet. The blonde closed her eyes for a few seconds, granting her tired feet's a small break.

Suddenly, the door opened, making the doorbell ringing through the silent salon.

Emma jerked awake, realizing she had dozed off. Blinking, she was about to say that they were closed, but the words remained stuck in her throat and she froze, when she was a woman standing at the entrance. The most beautiful woman she had ever had laid eyes on! The stranger didn't notice her at first, and she took the opportunity to admire her profile. Her eyes wandered over a perfectly curved ass, covered with a tight grey skirt which ended just above her knees. A sleeveless white silk blouse revealed olive toned arms and completed her outfit. Short and tousled dark brown hair rounded her face, and that jawline … it was not from this world, Emma decided.

Regina felt eyes on her without looking around. Though, to her surprise, she didn't feel uneasy at all. In the contrary, she felt an excited shiver ran down her spine, as she finally turned to her right, locking gaze with a blonde woman for the first time.

Emma almost let out a startled noise, getting up and approaching the other woman. She prayed the brunette beauty hadn't caught her staring. Clearing her throat, she smiled. "May I help you?"

"Actually, I just wanted –"

"Wash, cut, blow-dry?" Emma cut her off. "Today we have discount, half price. 30 instead of 60," Emma rambled. (They had so no discount today.) Not that this woman looked as though she needed a discount, but the blonde wanted her to stay.

The woman looked around, her eyes automatically searching for something on the walls that indicated a discount, and Emma cursed silently, but her smile never faltered. "The Flyers are already down since we are closed … uh … technically," Emma stuttered. Fuck, Swan, pull yourself together! "I am actually waiting for a client and –" The blonde stopped in horror. "Fuck!" she muttered. Gazing at the clock, she sighed in relieve; it was only 7:23 pm. She had over an hour before Ruby's client would show up.

"Uh, sorry," she said sheepishly. "I am replacing my best friend, but her client, Mrs. Mills or something, and don't even know her first name, isn't due for an hour, so I am at your disposal." Disposal? Really, Swan, really?

Regina had a hard time hiding her amusement about the flustered woman in front her. She obviously had no idea who she was, and Regina surprised herself when she felt no desire to clarify the situation. It felt too good, she decided, to not be Regina Mills, CEO of Mills Hotels & Resorts, but simply Regina. Even if it would last just a moment.

"So?" the blonde asked.

Regina noticed how the young woman – probably in her end twenties – fidgeted nervously. She waited a few seconds, before she put her out of her misery. "I would love to be pampered by your talented hands," she said eventually, smirking at the double meaning and immensely enjoying the way the blonde woman blushed.

"I'm Emma, by the way. Emma Swan," the blonde introduced herself properly, holding out a hand.

A trembling hand, Regina observed. She must have left quiet the impression on her. And she liked it. Very much so. Smiling, she took the hand, shaking it firmly, "Regina," was all she offered, but the blonde didn't seemed to mind. She brushed her thumb a few times over smooth skin, before she let go. The woman's blush increased, if it was even possibly.

Goosebumps erupted all over Emma's body, and she suddenly felt way to hot. Clearing her throat (and shaking off the very inappropriate thoughts), she led Regina to the hair wash basins. "Take a seat," she said, her voice slightly trembling.

Regina dropped her handbag on an armchair. She then turned around and sat down, laying her upper body back, her neck hitting the cold edge of the basin.

"Close your eyes and just enjoy," she heard the woman above her saying.

"Oh, I will. I'm sure you're good with your hands," Regina replied, lowering her voice in purpose.

Emma shivered at the sultry tone, and she could feel a pleasant twitch in her stomach. She wasn't flirting with her, was she? Dear God, what happened to her? It wasn't as though she haven't seen a beautiful woman before, yet she behaved like a horny teenager. Perhaps it had been just too long since she felt the warmed of another human being.

Taking in a shaky breath, she took the small shower head, turning on the water and setting the right temperature. Her fingers ran through soft hair, soaking them with warm water.

"Temperature okay?"

"Perfect."

When the hair was well soaked, Emma turned off the water, letting shampoo fall into her palm, she prepared herself for the next few minutes. She wanted desperately the other woman to enjoy her hair wash, she wanted to impress her. So she started, rubbing the liquid into her hair, arousing foam. Her fingers expertly started massaging the other woman's scalp. She knew what she was doing, and the barely audible sigh that escaped Regina's lips, confirmed it.

"That's feels so good," the brunette moaned after a while, and Emma nearly lost it at the sound. She clamped her thighs together, trying to focus on her work, which was simply impossible. Her eyes were fixed on the woman's face beneath her. Her mouth was slightly open, a wet tongue ran over plump lips. She noticed a small scar on her upper lip, and she thought what it felt like to ran her own tongue over it.

"Don't stop, Miss Swan, please," Regina begged, groaning, not once opening her eyes.

Emma jumped slightly, realizing that she had stopped her ministrations. "I … I'm going to wash the shampoo out now," she stuttered. She moistened her suddenly dry lips with her tongue, clearing her throat once more. "Conditioner comes next," she said. While she continued the hair wash, she asked herself if she had ever heard such sounds from another client. The blonde was confused. And aroused, goddamn it. The woman was a client, for God's sake, even if she was flirting with her, she couldn't … it would be unprofessional, she decided. Sighing deeply, she finished the hair wash, grabbing the towel around Regina's shoulders and wrapping the wet hair in it.

The brunette felt so relaxed. She stretched her body when she stood up, sighing in contentment. "Almost as good as an orgasm," she moaned, letting her eyes wander over impossible long, bar legs. When her gaze fell to the blonde's breasts, she could see the heavy rise and fall of her chest. "Almost," she added, when she met Emma's green orbs, winking at her.

'GODDAMN!'

She had just checked her out. She was flirting with her. Definitely! Emma could feel the wetness soaking her panties. Her whole body shivered at the intense gaze, and her heart started beating faster. 'Stop. Stop, stop, stop', she thought. 'She's a client, for Heaven's sake, you just can't, Swan. You can't', she tried to convince herself. The clearing of a throat pulled her out of her thoughts.

"Lead the way?" Regina said, a smirk on her lips.

"Oh … yeah. Of course, sorry. Right this way, please."

When the brunette took a seat, their gazes met in the big mirror. Emma could see her red cheeks, and she cursed herself for the lack of self-control. She towel dried the short hair, and reached for the scissors. She had to pretend, that the woman was just an ordinary client.

"Any wishes?" she asked in her professional voice.

"Just the split-ends, please."

"You got it," Emma nodded, without making eye contact. Yes. That was the solution. She would avoid those dark, dangerous eyes. Fully in her element, she started to cut the hair.

"How long have you been working here, Miss Swan?" Regina asked after a while.

Damn it – small talk.

"Since the very beginning. I'm the co-owner of this place, actually."

"Impressive."

"Thanks. Not as impressive as my friends client, though. She's the CEO of Mills Hotels & Resorts."

"Oh, yeah?" Regina feigned ignorance, her poker face on place.

"Yeah. I usually don't judged, but from what I heard she's a royal pain in the ass."

Regina barely hold back a chuckle, "Is that so, Miss Swan? Please, tell me more." She was curios, she couldn't help it. And she was really enjoying this encounter so far.

"Ruby, my best friend, nearly freaked out. She's sick, lying in bed with the flu for four days now. She begged me for over an hour to replace her tonight. Apparently so called Mrs. Mills, is a control freak and can't postpone her appointments."

"Did she ask?"

"Huh?" Emma stopped her hands and met Regina's gaze. The brunette raised a perfectly arched eyebrow, a smirk on her lips. "Ask what?" the blonde titled her head slightly.

"Your friend, Ruby. Did she ask to postpone the appointment?"

"Oh! Oh … I don't know," she shrugged. "I don't think so."

"Maybe that royal pain in the ass, Mrs. Mills, would have postpone. After all, it's just a hairdressing appointment, not a surgery."

Emma's face lit up, "Right? I said the exact same thing to Ruby! That woman surely wouldn't end her visits because of one canceled appointment." She shook her head, finishing the hair cut. "Anyway, I'm curious to meet her later. Ruby's overreacting, she's certainly a nice woman."

"Certainly," Regina whispered, amused.

As Emma removed the cape around her neck, her fingertips brushed lightly at her skin. Regina's breath hitched in her throat, and the blonde heard it. Their gazes met on the mirror once again, holding onto each other just a tad too long. Something switched. The air suddenly felt heavier. Both women felt it. But none of them acted – yet. Emma gulped visible, reaching out for the blow dryer, and breathing out in relief, when the loud noise filled the salon.

Non-speaking minutes passed, the blow dryer filling their ears. Emma avoided eye-contact and Regina realized, that she had to take the first step. As soon as the blow dryer went off, the brunette cleared her throat, waiting for Emma to take the hint.

"Are you in a relationship?" she asked bluntly, when she had the blonde's attention.

"Excuse me?" Emma replied, not trusting her ears.

"I asked, if you're in a relationship."

"I … uh, no."

"No girlfriend waiting for you at home?"

Emma's eyes grew wide, "How?"

Regina chuckled, standing up, turning around and facing the blonde. "Oh, please. I saw you checking me out earlier," she said, approaching the younger woman slowly.

Emma took a step back, totally dumbfounded. She gulped, finding her voice, "I could say the same."

"Well, I like what I see."

The blonde gasped as her back hit the vanity. "You do?"

Regina nodded, grabbing the slim waist and crushing their lips together. It wasn't gentle, or tender. It was hot, wet, all teeth and tongue. It was fierce and passionate, full of lust and desire. They break for air, Emma's lips found that beautiful neck, licking, sucking, biting. Regina's hands grabbed the blonde ponytail, pulling on it, claiming lips once more. Moans filled the otherwise silent salon.

"Oh God!" Emma squealed, as she leaned back, her eyes falling on the clock. It was 8:10 pm.

"What's wrong?" Regina panted.

"We have 20 minutes."

The brunette furrowed her brows, confused.

"We have 20 minutes, give or take, before Mrs. Pain in the ass will storm through that door." She pointed to the entrance. To her surprise Regina let out a loud laugh, pulling her body against hers.

"She won't interrupt us, trust me," the brunette said, trailing kisses along Emma's jaw. "Besides, 20 minutes is plenty of time, dear."

She reached down, unbuttoning those ridiculously short jeans. Suddenly, her skirt was pushed up around her waist. Strong hands grabbed the back of her thigh, pulling them up. She shrieked when she was carried through the salon, to the rear area, while Emma's mouth never stopped sucking on her pulse point. Regina was laid down surprisingly gentle, her back hitting the couch with a soft thud.

"Oh fuck," she moaned, when Emma knelt down in front of her.

"That's the plan," the blonde smirked, her confidence long returned. She was in charge now, and she wanted to let Regina know that. Her hands wandered over the woman's knees, and for the first time Emma took in the stockings she was wearing. "God, that's so sexy," she groaned.

The blonde parted the woman's legs, reaching up and stroking the bar skin of her upper thigh. She grabbed her waist, pulling her near the edge of the couch. Regina held her breath in anticipation. Emma looked up once more, locking gaze with dark brown eyes, searching for hesitation or uncertainty. When she found neither, she dipped her head, and breathed in the musky scent of this woman, licking her lips. Pushing the silk panties aside, she let her tongue trace the wet slit.

"Oh God!" Regina cried out, taking in the sensation, pleasure ripping through her body. Eyes fluttered close, as Emma feasted on her. She sucked, and licked. She tongue fucked her without mercy, in and out and in and out. Her juices were smudged all over the blonde's face. It was so fucking hot! The brunette grabbed Emma's hair, pulling her up. Her shorts and panties were discarded quickly. As soon as she straddled Regina, two fingers plunged inside her, and a scream of pleasure tore from her throat.

"Oh, yes, just like that," Emma moaned, rocking her hips, finding Regina's heat. She circled her entrance for a second, before she too plunged two fingers into her quivering core. The brunette's head fall back, and Emma's teeth grazed over the skin, biting down, eliciting a loud groan from the woman beneath her. With her left hand she undid three buttons of the silk blouse, just enough to reveal two perfect breasts, all the while rocking her hips with each of her own thrusts.

Emma pulled down the cups of Regina's bra, exposing her breasts fully, sucking on an erect nipple. Her thumb rubbed with each thrust against her swollen clit. "Miss Swan," she cried loudly, stomach muscles tightening, back arching from the couch. "OH GOD!" Her whole body trembled uncontrollably as heat roared through her body and exploded behind her eyes. She was seeing stars.

"Fuck," Emma hissed on her neck, her head falling against a shoulder. Her walls clenched around Regina's fingers. The quivering started at the bottom of her stomach, spreading all over her body. She was burning from the inside out, her hips bucking and jerking as the orgasm hit her full force. Her left hand found the brunette's hair, ruining it as she anchored herself, letting wave after wave crashing over her, claiming control of her body. "Fuck," she said again, her voice hoarse and barely audible. Getting off of the woman, she plumped next to her, completely out of breath.

Regina was the first to regain control of her body. She stood, on shaky legs, buttoning up her blouse, not once taking off her eyes of the blonde. Emma was still breathing hard as she slipped into her shorts. Her gaze fell once again on the clock; 8:27 pm. She chuckled lightly, and Regina followed her gaze.

"That was close, huh?" the brunette said, pulling down her skirt, smoothing it with her hands.

"I guess. God knows, if she even shows up."

"Hm, who knows," Regina smirked.

"I …" Emma hesitated for a second. "May I see you again?"

Regina's eyes were shining, just as she was about to answer, the doorbell rang, indicating a new visitor, and breaking the moment. There was standing a handsome man in a suit at the entrance. Much to Emma's horror, Regina turned around and waved at him. "I'll be right there," she said, and the man nodded, leaving the salon again.

Her jaw dropped. She was shocked.

"You'll catch a fly, dear," Regina said, amused, raising an eyebrow.

Emma shook her head, "Your husband?" she asked, silently praying that she was wrong. The woman just laughed, running her hands through her hair. "I … I didn't … wouldn't …"

"Do calm down, dear. You're not a home wrecker, nor a cheater. He's my driver."

Emma furrowed her brows, confused. "Your driver?"

"Indeed," she confirmed, taking a business card out of her handbag, purse it to Emma. "Call me." She almost laughed again at the way the blonde's eyes bulged out of her head, when she looked at her card.

Regina Mills,

CEO of Mills Hotels & Resorts.

"You … you …" the blonde stuttered like a fool, incapable of forming coherent words.

Regina pulled out her wallet. "Wash, Cut and Blow-Dry. 30 Dollar, right? Discount and all."

All Emma could do was nodding dumbly. She was dumbfounded. She was literally speechless. That awesome woman was Regina freaking Mills. She had Sex with Regina Mills. Holy shit!

"Please tell Miss Lucas, I was very satisfied with tonight's appointment," Regina said, handing her two bills. "Miss Swan," she nodded, the smirk still on her face, as she turned around and headed to the exit.

"Miss Mills …" Emma whispered as the door closed. Her eyes fell on the bills on her hand. 30 Dollar, not a cent more. No tip. Although … she had gave her an earth shattering orgasm. Laughter rose within her, filling the empty salon. She laughed so loud, her stomach hurt.

Please, let me know what you think.

This is planned as an one shot, but maybe I'll extend it.