The laughter slowly fades, but the joy and energetic buzz is still fizzing and sparking in the air. Regina sips her glass of deep, red wine, eyeing her guests of the dining room, inspecting how everyone else follows suit to coat their dry throats from a night of humor.

Her dark eyes take a moment to study her new neighbors; roaming over the straight ebony tresses that lightly brush just against the woman's shoulders. Her deep, olive green eyes twinkling like a damn cartoon character, highlighting the soft pink blush against her cheeks and scarlet red lips. She's pretty, Regina concludes, and her husband has been discreetly glancing at her all night, but her curious eyes drift toward the woman's husband once again.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I should take this," Mary Margaret apologizes, pushing out of her seat as Regina waves her off.

"Not a problem, dear. Go on."

The woman rushes out of the dining room and into the living room for some privacy and that's when Graham's hazel, doe-eyes, trail toward her. He raises an eyebrow in questioning and she shrugs casually before leaning forward on her elbows, her glass dangling between her fingertips.

"So, David," she purrs, "have you met any other couples in town, yet?"

"We spoke briefly to the Lucas'," she hums and nods along, pretending to be interested, but she's busy assessing his crystal blue eyes that sparkle like diamonds against a ray of sunshine. She vaguely notices that he's still rambling, because her eyes are wondering about that strong jawline and the stubble decorating it. He's obviously handsome, but what she wants to know, is if there's a bad boy deep down?

Her husband is talking now, she flicks her eyes back to him and smiles softly as his fingers sweep up her thigh beneath the table to bring her back to the now. She sighs, blissfully happy, because he knows her so well.

"Yes, we absolutely love the Deckers up the street. Such sweet folks," Graham says, before sipping his wine and winking back at his wife, who raises her eyebrows in amusement.

"I am so sorry," her neighbor apologizes once again as she stumbles back into the dining room. "That was our daughter, she's on her way back from college now and forgot her key. She should be home any moment, so we should probably meet her there."

"Oh, no problem at all," Regina stands on her five inch heels and rounds the dining room table. "At least let me send you home with some dessert."

"Oh no, no-"

"No, I insist," Regina smiles so sweetly, her hand curling around a fragile wrist to drag the petite woman into the kitchen. "Bring an apple turnover to your daughter, oh, and I have chocolate chip muffins," she rambles as she packs a Tupperware full of baked goods.

"Well, thank you, she will absolutely eat all of this. She is a sweets-a-holic," she giggles and Regina fakes a smile, envisioning a younger clone of this woman in a fat suit. "Do you bake often?" Mary Margaret sweetly inquires as her eyes sweep around the kitchen filled with pastries.

"I do, a hobby of mine since I stay at home."

"How come you don't work?" This nosey little thing fires back without skipping a beat.

"Actually...I do. I'm an artist," the other woman's eyes light up so she proceeds, "I have sold quite a few items."

"That's marvelous. Maybe one day I could see some of your work."

"Maybe," Regina flippantly says, grinning from ear to ear as she offers a large Tupperware full of pastries. "Thanks again for such a lovely evening."

"No, thank you. It was so sweet of you to invite us over," the woman continues, following Regina to the foyer where both husbands are waiting.

"Thanks again, Regina," David says, leaning forward to hug her while his wife hugs Graham. "Your cooking was outstanding, maybe one day you can teach my wife," he teases in her ear before slowly pulling away and she smirks victoriously in his direction.

Mary Margaret swoops in though and hugs her awfully tight, squishing the oxygen from her lungs. "Thanks again!"

"Anytime, dear, anytime," Regina coos, slipping away and wrapping her arms tightly around her husband while he leans right into her, a firm hand against her back.

"We will see you soon," Graham finishes as the couple waves one last time and heads down their porch.

Regina and Graham wave back, watching as the friendly couple ventures down their driveway, both stopping and looking both ways before they dash across the street. Regina cranes her neck and stretches on her tiptoes to pecks her husband's scruffy cheek.

"When are you going to shave that thing?" She snarks, but his head falls back in laughter as he swiftly slams the door shut.

He moves quickly, he always does, spinning her around and pinning her to the wall near the door. His hands glide up her cheeks and hold her into place as he plants a rough kiss to her lips. She laughs, lightly swatting at his shoulders before she drapes her arms around his neck and deepens the kiss against his smiling lips.

"So," he gently places her back down onto the ground and takes her hand, leading her to the dining room to clean up. "Still interested?"

She hums to herself, gathering the empty plates around the table mindlessly. "I haven't made a decision, yet."

"Baby, I know you have your ways, but them..." he trails off, squinting skeptically in her direction, "I don't think they will ever let loose enough."

Regina nods along, following Graham into the kitchen to deposit everything into the sink. "I think David could possibly jump on board."

"But Mary Margaret," his entire face scrunches up and she can't help but laugh. "I don't see it happening."

"But you are interested?" She curiously investigates, not a hint of judgement in her tone.

"I am, she's very beautiful, but if you are on the fence about her, we can just drop the whole thing," he offers, stepping behind her to plant adoring kisses to her exposed neck.

But then again, isn't that why they have an open marriage to begin with? Graham takes the wife, she takes the husband, sometimes they flip back, other times she ends up with the wife...she smirks to herself.

"Let's get to know them more," she moans, her fingers gliding through the thick curls upon his head.

"Agree. Now, come to bed, I'll do the dishes later."

XXXX

"It's early, Regina," Graham groans, locking up the house while she waits patiently behind him, all decked out in her workout attire.

"Exactly, perfect opportunity to see what they are like in the morning," she chuckles, encouraging her husband to laugh along and shake his head at her silly antics.

"You know, I could have eaten that tray of cinnamon rolls by myself," he pouts, his hazel eyes lingering on the scrumptious treat in Regina's hands.

"And offer you a leap closer to a heart-attack," she rolls her eyes, "please," she scoffs and pivots on the heels of her sneakers, leading the way to the neighbor's house.

"A tray of cinnamon rolls isn't going to kill me. We go running every morning, I work out constantly."

"Oh, I know, honey, excellent shape," she praises, dropping her voice into a deep seductive drawl. He squints at her before diving in quickly to pinch her bottom before she has any idea, inspiring a squeal to slip passed her lips. "Ring the doorbell," she deadpans, narrowing her eyes, but he laughs knowing this is all in good fun.

Graham presses his finger to the bell, a small chime ringing inside as he steps back and they both plaster on wide, goofy grins. David's voice is heard first, screaming that he has the door before he jerks it wide open.

"Good morning," Graham beams as Regina thrusts a tray of warm, gooey, cinnamon rolls into David's chest.

"Hey," a thousand watt smile brightens up the man's entire face. "Thanks! These smell delicious," he compliments, sniffing the sweet aroma before he calls over his shoulder, "Mary Margaret, Regina and Graham are here."

Of course, this couple is ten years their senior, which means they could be stuck in a drought, ready to try anything to change their sex lives or the polar opposite could occur, and they are too old fashion to be so open minded. They are both attractive, yes, but it's the man's strong jawline and gorgeous blue eyes that initially caught her attention, and to be ravished between this rugged man and Graham, well, she will endure the mousey voice from the woman if need be. She's beautiful, in a classic way, with her round face and jet-black hair falling to her shoulders, but she's always been more attracted to...blonde's...

Her thoughts trail away, along with her eyes to follow the sunshine of golden locks sweeping across the living room. Her eyes drink in the most exquisite definition of biceps that a woman can possibly posses without being too bulky or manly. Her heart stutters in her chest. Regina's inquisitive eyes travel a little lower to appreciate the long legs, sculpted and molded to perfection and she sends a silent thanks to the inventor of Daisy Duke's shorts.

She finds it rather odd that this young blonde is sporting a pair of knee-high socks with such short shorts, but she won't linger on that detail for too long.

"Hey, Emma!"

The blonde peeks over her shoulder, a donut hanging out of her mouth, thick black-framed glasses perched at the tip of her nose with a book still held up, blocking most of her face. Her eyes blow wide, mortified of being caught in such an early morning mess. She quickly snaps her book shut, shoves her glasses onto her head and yanks the donut from her mouth.

"Come meet our neighbors!"

Emma shuffles across the living room, her eyes still expressing her humiliation as she steps up to the threshold. "Uh-hi," she shyly greets them and the sound of her timid voice reaches deep within Regina and tickles every cell swimming through her blood. Emma quickly jolts out her hand, and the moment Regina attempts to accept the gesture, the corky blonde retracts and grimaces. "I'm sorry, all sticky," she supplies while a light dust of pink tinges her high cheek bones and she swipes her hand against her shorts.

"Emma, this is Regina and Graham Mills, they live next door." David tucks the tray of cinnamon rolls under one arm while his other drapes over his daughter's shoulders and roughly tugs her into his side. "This is our, Emma."

And there goes that burst of beautiful blush coloring that delicate porcelain skin again.

"So, nice to finally meet you," Graham politely offers.

"Emma," Regina practically moans, admiring the name as it dances upon her tongue, "your parents have told us so much about you. Doctor, right?"

"That's the plan," she mumbles, and the sheer horror on her face actually brightens Regina's day.

"Oh, Regina, Graham, what are you two doing here?" Mary Margaret questions as cheerfully as she can manage, clenching tighter onto her fluffy robe and that right there is a dead giveaway to Regina that she would never consent to one of their adventures.

"They made us cinnamon rolls, honey!"

"We were just on our way for our morning jog," Regina informs Mary Margaret, purposely avoiding the blonde who seems to be studying the side of her face as if she were one of her textbooks. "So, we thought we would just drop these off."

"Oh, you didn't have to do that," her neighbor fusses, stealing the tray from her husband.

"What are neighbors for?" Regina announces in the most sticky-sweet tone. "Well, Graham we should probably get going, your shift starts soon."

"Yes, well have a nice day, Swans," Graham states as Regina waves and they jog away from the happy little home. Once the Swans screech their goodbyes, and they are at least four houses down, he turns to his wife. "And now?"

Regina groans inwardly and picks up her pace, encouraging her husband to laugh and chase after her.

XXXX

"You know," Graham drawls, gliding his hands around her waist and tugging her flush against his warm body, "spying on the neighbors isn't going to give you a solid answer."

"Oh, I know that," she sternly states, spinning around in his embrace and reaching to peck his lips. "And I wasn't spying," she defends, encouraging Graham's eyes to sweep passed her narrowing eyes toward the window, where he finds a certain blonde with her nose stuck in a book and an apple wedged between her teeth, walking up to the Swans' home.

"Making sure the neighbors collect their mail on time is your new hobby?" He teases, causing her lips to purse and her eyebrows to furrow. He laughs at the cute facial expression and kisses her pout away. "So, are we going to invite them to the party tomorrow night?"

Regina inhales sharply and pivots back around to face the window, watching as the young woman disappears back inside. "I...don't know," she murmurs very slowly. "I think Mary Margaret might actually pass out if she were to catch on with what the party actually entails."

"Things don't usually escalate until much later. I'm sure they will be long gone before we start swapping," he reasons, loosely holding her around the waist.

"That's true. Well, would you like to come with me?"

"I actually just got called in, some kids shoplifting at the convenient store," he grumbles, his aggravation demanding his wife's full attention again.

She turns, resting her palms against his chest. "Damn kids," and with that she kisses his cheek lightly and walks him to the door. "Be safe, alright?"

"I always am."

She watches, leaning against the doorframe as he carries his heavy feet to his car before he drives away for another day as Sheriff. The moment his car turns away from their street, her curious eyes wander to the house across the street. She's still very intrigued by the young woman locked away in there.

So, she pushes herself off the doorframe, closing the door behind her and struts across her yard. The warm morning sun tingles against her bare feet as she crosses the empty street and she's so thankful that it's May once again. She quickly rings the doorbell and takes one calming breath because like she anticipates, a corky blonde yanks open the door.

Emma tugs the apple quickly from her teeth and Regina doesn't even try to hide her salacious smirk.

"Regina," she mumbles around her rather large bite, the back of her hand coming up to block any juices from spewing out.

"Emma," she nods politely, pretending that she doesn't notice the most stunning set of green eyes roaming all over her body and turning up the temperature outside.

Emma quickly chews and swallows. "Umm, my parents aren't home."

"Oh, that's alright, dear," she waves her off and notices a flicker of confusion sweep across the woman's face. "I just came by to invite them to a party we are throwing tomorrow night. It's a themed party..." Emma listens intently, folding her arms and leaning heavily against the door frame and Regina loses her train of thought by the delicious way those biceps are sculpted and flexing, thanks to the plain white tank top she chose this morning.

"What's the theme?"

Regina snaps back to attention, plastering on a broad smile. "Seventies."

Emma frowns, but she's nodding along in thought. "Hm, that's...interesting."

"You are more than welcome to come," she quickly extends the invitation. "I'm sure you could use a night away from textbooks," she chuckles deeply and is absolutely fascinated with the goosebumps that spread across the woman's arms.

"I could," Emma sighs heavily, glancing back at the pile of books stacked up in the living room.

"Why are you still studying? Aren't you on summer break?" She questions sincerely.

"Well, I just graduated, but now I have to take my Medical College Admission Test." When Regina simply raises her eyebrows, Emma proceeds. "It's a test that I need to take and send into the medical school that I was accepted into."

"Oh, I see. Well, then you deserve a little break," Regina says through a toothy grin, reaching out and squeezing the blonde's forearm in a friendly manner. "I insist."

Green eyes skeptically trail down to where Regina's hand is resting against her arm, she doesn't protest the connection, but she studies it very closely. Regina clenches the soft flesh one more time before gently easing away.

"Um, well, my mom will probably ask, should she bring anything?"

"Just your costumes," she happily announces. "There will be plenty of food and drinks."

"How come seventies?" Emma suspiciously asks, taking Regina by surprise, but she never reveals her true emotions.

Regina's smirk turns into a full-blown Cheshire Cat grin as she tilts her head to the side and shamelessly allows her eyes to drink in this beautiful specimen.

"It was such a wonderful decade, free, liberating, far more relaxed than our uptight society." She leans in, dangerously close. "I think it's about time we resurrect some of those traditions," she husks in a deep sultry tone that instantly awakens that deep blush that she is absolutely infatuated with. She steps back, allowing the other woman to release the breath she was so clearly holding. "So, I will see you tomorrow night, Miss Swan," she playfully teases before sashaying away, leaving Emma completely speechless.

She knows this woman is intrigued, no matter if it's because she's simply curious about her new neighbor or if it's something deeper. Except, Regina paid very close attention to those stunning green eyes and observed how they dilated and sparkled as she spoke, especially when she leaned in very close, and she has an inkling there's so much more hidden away.

She just needs to confirm her theories.

A/N: Welcome back everyone! This is a very short story, a crossover with Lana's show, Swingtown (with a dash of House). The concept of the show and this story will follow Regina, who is in an open marriage with her husband, Graham. I want to stress that I will be focusing on the idea of "swingers". I will be stressing that Regina and Graham love each other very much. This is a warning right now that Regina and Graham will be sleeping with Emma and another couple as well. This story is going to be a lot of smut and overly fluffy, like toothache sticky-sweet. There will be threesomes throughout with Regina, Emma and Graham. There will be plenty of intimate moments with just Regina and Emma as well. Any time Regina has sex in this story, Emma will be present. I did not write any sex scenes without Regina or Emma. This is the first time that I'm revealing information early on in my story, because I want to warn people and I don't want people getting mad at me because of Graham's presence. Emma is going to become very special to Regina. I also want to stress, they are all consenting adults, they all know what they are getting into and there will not be any animosity or jealousy or hate. Regina and Emma are both bisexual and want Graham as well. I hope everyone sticks around because Regina and Emma are so adorable in this story with each other, and I have had such positive reviews on the other site, but I understand not every story is for every person and you have to be really open minded to read this one and that's okay if you don't want to give it a try. So, thanks again for all the love and support, especially with me trying something completely new and different!