Oh my god, you guise! *inserts gif of Jennifer Morrison clenching her heart in that pretty one strap dress* I did not expect that massive response from my last chapter. Thank you so much, seriously, all of you :) I can't even make something witty- not like I did before but WORK WITH ME HERE- because I am really touched :) Okay, I stop talking and you get to reading!

But seriously, thanks! :') Oh, and I don't own the little lyrics of Lana del Rey's Yayo I put in there. I don't really like songfics so I put very little actual lyrics in here.

It was easier for Regina to stomach the company of sweaty, provocative young dancers when she had three drinks in her. The jitters of her anxiety settled as the warmth of the alcohol fogged her bloodstream, buzzing with each blink, step, or any sort of movement. She wasn't a lightweight, but the lack of strong alcohol in her life gave her a fairly low tolerance of it. She was tipsy, but not tumbling. Courageous, but not overtly arrogant or stupidly revealing. Perfect.

"You don't want another drink?" She slurred to the blonde who was lifelessly swaying to a song she apparently hated.

The Sheriff shook her head, a gold curtain swinging off her moving shoulders. "I'm on an one drink minimal. Someone has to take your drunk ass home."

"I am not drunk!" Regina hissed but as if it was on cue, she slurred over her words and stumbled against the blonde's side.

The Sheriff laughed victoriously, but looped a protective arm around her waist to cushion the fall to her chest. "So what were you saying?" She teased, but Regina's only reply was an indignant swear, mumbled into the blonde's shirt.

Okay scratch that; she was tumbling, a little more than tipsy.

Or too comfortable being in the cage of the Sheriff's body.

The ease and falter in Regina's posture alarmed her. How her body just sank into the taller woman's touch, reveling in the thundering beat of her heart, and the soft swell of her breasts against her cheek, as if she'd been doing this her whole life.

This was bad.

Of course this would spark worry in Emma. After all this was Regina and it was nothing like her to nuzzle- actually nuzzle - her nose against the smooth cotton of red fabric, completely unguarded and unfazed by the sure repercussions of her indulgence.

"Regina?" She didn't nudge from the embrace like the Mayor thought she would, like it was taught from a child that any form of affection would be torn from her, but she tilted her head to try aligning her green eyes with glassy brown.

"I've never been to a club before," she confessed, hoping that the music drowned out the softness of her voice. She didn't know why she revealed that, surely that wasn't the blonde's expectation of an answer, but she just felt the admission sizzle faster than her slurring mind could capture. "Mother wouldn't allow it," she then added, voice even smaller. Of course clubs weren't in existence when she was in her Cora's grasp, but it was merely symbolism for everything held dear to be snatched from the older woman. Daniel, horseback riding, her innocence and purity. They all fell under the 'club' category, in this case.

Emma tried not to show much of a reaction, and she succeeded save for an eyebrow raise. Regina had never spoken of her parents before- or any family aside from her condescending bite of her possession over Henry- and the blonde figured she didn't have any. Obviously biologically speaking there were two people who made her, but Emma figured they either died, the brunette didn't see the point of mentioning- seeing they weren't what you would consider bosom buddies- or she purposely kept them out of her life. And with the brunette's faltered gaze, she figured the latter held some truth and for a legitimate reason. Wouldn't allow it? She did not like the sound of that.

"Well," Emma patted the waist grazing her hand, partly to shaken the brunette out of the dark path that the Sheriff could see her going, and to get her back to her irritating but familiar condescending self, "there's a first time for everything."

Regina didn't know what to expect from Emma, and she's not sure if she's thrilled by the response. But she's glad for the change of subject, or the overlooking of her uncharacteristic vulnerability when the blonde smiled- a full gleam that shone in her green eyes.

It warmed her thudding heart.

"You did ask for a dance, Madame Mayor," she drawled, pretending to be oblivious to the small circles drawing the base of her spine. She couldn't for long, though, eliciting a shiver when the brunette's nail ghosted a particular spot that always made her purr like a satisfied cat, snuggled in its owner's lap.

When Regina felt the vibration against her temple, a warmth spread through her; a buzzing tinge that she knew had nothing to do with the alcohol.

She definitely wanted to hear that again.

"I am always a woman of my word, Miss Swan," she returned to the features of utter poise, pursing her lips at the incredulous face the Sheriff made. "Okay perhaps not, but I assure you that I won't miss the opportunity of seeing you gravel the dance floor with your two left feet."

"That's not nice," Emma gasped, dramatic with her mock offense, but was pleased that the Mayor who had made it her business to be that stick up her ass since they've first met, return. "And besides...you've never seen me dance."

"I've seen you walk, Miss Swan. The evidence is nearly palpable." She's forgotten the authoritative rule, they both have, but it seemed that Emma didn't care. Besides, their moods were light teasing; not the usual condescension mixed with an underlying threat that didn't go unnoticed by either party.

"Guess I gotta prove you wrong, then."

When Regina was Leopold's wife, her sense of fun and exhilaration had been shackled down to her grand bedroom. She rarely ridden on her horse, aside from royal visits with her arms wrapped awkwardly around her husband's plump stomach. There was little time to do any of her 'commoner'- as mother would call it- quirks when she was forced to town meetings, and royal luncheons, and babysitting his brat daughter, and fulfilling regal responsibilities she didn't want nor was prepared to do. And even with Leopold dead, those burdens still bonded her into the stoic mayor she was today. Recluse, head-strong, and so very scared at the mere thought of any pleasure being ripped before her very eyes.

So when Regina felt the music, and the alcohol- and it was a lot of that, she thought with a sloppy smile- tickle her anxiety, she couldn't believe how free she felt dancing with Emma. Glee and joy radiated with each sway her hips made, each arm curving behind her head to raking fingers through dark hair as a punctuation. She'd almost felt eighteen again, all wide-eyed and oblivious smiles as she moved with her companion. A very sexy companion, she purred in thought, taking a step back to admire the beauty in front of her.

Turned out Swan did have a gracefulness that she hid with everything's she done. Her trim waist swerved to the song she didn't know, all in fluid motions, holding purpose to the move that followed suit. Her long, golden hair flicked from her shoulders as she rolled her hips, now with her back to the Mayor.

Regina swallowed, hard, stilled to her feet as the blonde continued to move. With each sway, each jerk her hips made to the unfamiliar beat, her shirt rose just a little, like it had in her kitchen. And with a small patch of ivory flesh, two dimples were now in view. Yes the room was poorly lit, flickered with a spectrum of colors, but those prominent dents were very real, and very intoxicating.

She appeased her itch to touch it, scratch it, claw it- she didn't know- lifting a hand to run a finger through the small cut, but her view was immediately blocked by a tall male with a tight t-shirt adorned with colorful rhinestones, and a bottle of hair-gel slicked into his brown hair.

The sound that came from Regina was rough, primal, even a bit possessive. It shouldn't be; realistically Emma was nothing but a nuisance. Well the fire in her eyes was also real, the tight jaw, and clenched fists...all reality. She didn't like how his disgusting, oafish hands went for the blonde's waist as if she knew her. How arrogant of him to approach her without any caution?

And even with the boiling fury and embarrassing jealousy and envy, she couldn't stop herself from watching. Emma, for the millionth time if she considered counting, was the embodiment of a train wreck; it made her cringe at the closeness of their bodies, but god that woman could dance!

She could only imagine the feel of smooth curves with the slight, but surely pleasant, interruption of a bony hip circling his palm. The subtle arch of her back that elongated her figure, pressing into his own, the light flush of a tone ass against his crotch.

With anger came arousal, and Regina soon realized that this was quite trivial when it came to Miss Swan. When that dingbat chainsawed a branch of her apple tree, she had the merging urge to rip her head off, and take her hard and fast on the very land she stood. Here was no different. She wanted to rip this imbecile from her waist, curse Emma for being so damn easy, yet take his place; grinding and never letting go, murmuring erotic promises to create that flush against her pale skin.

And that she did, circling the pair until Emma stood before her. With a smile, that damn salacious smile fit for mischief, she took Emma's hand and slowly dragged her forward- letting that neanderthal know this dance was coming to an end.

Surely Emma was surprised, but she didn't stop the Mayor; she only gave her unnamed dancer a quick, apologetic smile as she sauntered ahead.

Well that's new, Emma thought as the brunette twirled around, making it clear that she wanted Emma's arm around her waist. But then again, it shouldn't surprise her. Even though Regina had the dual appearance of a demure housewife and hard ass attorney, she was never coy about her wants and her strategy to get them. But that would mean she wants me... Emma didn't let her mind ponder, couldn't when Regina was wrapped this close to her. When she was able to feel every curve, every movement against her, that beautiful rear pressed against her center, and the quivering muscles of abs twitching beneath her hand.

She's drunk, Emma thought begrudgingly. As far as she knew, Regina only seem to have a liking for cider, so with three strong shots of pure vodka to the bloodstream, there was a blissful oblivion in Regina and how truly erotic her movements were.

But with Regina's arm curving behind her head to take a fistful of blonde hair, the Sheriff couldn't stop the groan that blew against a tanned neck. It was so smooth...so pure- nothing like Regina. Then again it was. Even with her sometimes bitter approach, she seemed to miss a lot of the fun in her young life. She didn't hit that stage of rebellion, delving into the explorations of her being to see who she truly was.

Mother wouldn't allow it, the Mayor's words echoed in the blonde's mind.

So in a way, Regina was quite pure, as also her skin. And Emma was that woman who barged in, the black ink in her virgin, white life. The Sheriff was responsible for the disturbance of her uptight, nearly painful looking order in her life. And something about tainting Regina, the idea of introducing purity into the life of sin, to watch those dark eyes widen- her mind instinctively scorning that it was wrong- just for them to narrow in desire, finally embracing her hedonism sent a shiver done Emma's spine.

Stop it, Swan.

"That was rude to rip me from that poor guy's arms," Emma teased, her voice light against Regina's neck, trying to get her mind out of the gutter.

The brunette chuckled, pressing further into Emma's front, showing her presence, carving a point, a statement that it was her place to be, not having a care in the world for that cretin's feelings. It was only The Regina Mills way, after all.

Even with her incredibly bold and possibly stupid, drunk move, fear crept down Regina's spine. For a split moment she felt Emma stiffen behind her, most likely surprised by the switch of position, but that groan- that low rumble against her neck- rekindled her confidence. Convinced Regina that Emma enjoyed her body this close to her own, and this sexual infatuation wasn't one-sided.

"He was annoying."

Emma laughed at that, finding the indifference in Regina's voice nearly parallel to the blonde explaining her possibly jealous behavior with Wren.

Wren. Just her name grumbled a shiver of disgust, and all too familiar competitiveness in the back of her throat. So yeah, her response to that bitch sounded a bit personal because that's what it was.

Perhaps she could've mentioned to Regina that she and Wren had a fling a few months before her stay in Storybrooke, and that she was a slithering, manipulative, immature little runt who didn't deserve to breathe the same air as the Mayor. Yes she could've told her that, but it was nice sticking it to the taller woman one more time, even if the older woman didn't have a clue.

And as if one cue, as if a bell chimed Hey ex fuck buddies, come piss off Emma, the Sheriff caught gray eyes across the dance floor. Instinctively she rolled her own, returning her attention to the beautiful woman dancing in front of her. Even with the lovely curves against her own, the burn against her head was still there and it seemed like it was not going away any time soon.

Letting the frustration get to her, Emma looked up to mocking gray. The leggy woman wrapped her arms against a tall blonde, making light but purposed caresses against her upper thighs. It was a very deplorable move- a sign of ownership yet it had a cold edge distance. It was clear she was saying, I could have your friend and her tonight, and like you, they're all disposable. Emma clenched her jaw, hands cuffing the hips in front of her.

Regina felt the added pressure and though surprised, she didn't mind it. It made her feel owned, one of many power-trip fantasies starring the blonde coming to life. A part of her wondered if this were simply one of them, and that her mind gotten carried away. Even with her dreams where she and Emma were not the only witnesses to their cheap sex, the other people were simply a blur. Sometimes there were faces, most of the time they weren't. They were merely furniture to the foreground of her fantasy.

But here she can smell the alcohol on young peoples' breath, feel them graze against her when they moved in the dance floor, and- if she cared- can hear murmurs of conversations. This was very real, and just that sense of veracity, that Emma's hands were securely against her, had her clench her thighs together to relieve the stress forming down there.

Emma didn't seem to notice because her eyes were on Wren's, a scowl etched on her face. The unnamed blonde didn't mind being Wren's pet; tanned hands caressing the tops of pale legs- visible in a skirt around the same height as Regina's.

Oh she wants to play this game?

The club mix of a song trailed into the next, moving on to a slow beat, clearly for thorough grinding.

Good; the constant upbeats of pop songs were getting boring to the blonde.

And as the chords began to play, Emma smiled at the familiarity of it, the echo-like voice of Lana del Rey's Yayo whispering across the club.

What an appropriate song.

Regina, once again, didn't recognize the song but she like the soft approach. It was strikingly intimate, the lyrics, the fragility of the unknown singer's voice. Somehow that stroke somewhere deep in her, grinding with more purpose, daring to take a glance at the woman pressed behind her. To her disappointment she found green eyes focused straight ahead and when Regina followed her gaze, she gasped at the result.

Wren...why? But when Regina saw that smug expression, the small that was clearly for her, she knew what was going on. It was clear that there was unspoken- actually it did get vocal, come to think of it- animosity between the two women back at the bar, which of the two were going to have the upper hand. The art major- at least that's what Regina thought she said- was holding some thin floozy like some shiny diamond, bragging at what's hers.

Well fine, Regina thought. She'll certainly make Wren aware that she was quite a shiny diamond, as well.

And as if she didn't need more incentive, Emma's hand trailed lower, moving against her bare, olive thigh, nails digging into the muscle. She backed up, swiveling to the slow beat, tilting her head against the blonde's shoulder.

Emma gasped, her brain nearly short-circuiting at the firm snug Regina's ass had against her. Yes they've danced tonight, yes they've gotten past the comfort levels of their typical hate-civil relationship, but this took the cake of inappropriate. Regina seemed not only aware of her closeness, which Emma thought she was too drunk to recognize, but seemed to not care.

"Put me onto your black motorcycle
Fifties baby doll dress for my 'I do...'
It'll only take two hours to Nevada
I wear your sparkle, you call me your mama..."

A long, strong neck was in view for Emma and before she could stop herself, her lips were against it- taking in the scent of sweat, apples, and the natural smell of the Mayor- ghosting the leaping pulse there. Even with the distraction of Regina's all too submissive angle, her eyes still remained on Wren's- who lifted a brow, clearly surprised by Emma's audacious move.

The soft caress of Emma's kiss against her neck had Regina hitch in breath, her eyes fluttering just to embrace this indulgence. It's Wren Emma's doing this for, Regina reminded herself, but Regina can't help but feel the personification of the kisses that follow- peppering from the base to just behind her ear. Maybe she wanted this. Maybe she thought of this as much as Regina had, and this was just a half-ass way to admit it with subtlety.

"Let me put on a show for you, daddy
Let me put on a show
Let me put on a show for you, tiger
Let me put on a show"

Emma watched the tall brunette's frown from across the room- could practically hear the grounding of her jaw as she clutched to the pet blonde. That was their problem in the first place; their competitive, alpha natures always bumped destructively.

And tonight won't be any different if Regina kept allowing her to touch her like this.

She's drunk. Emma squeezed her eyes, trying to fight her hormones, but her mouth couldn't stop kissing the Mayor's neck, latching against the moist flesh, reveling the pulse beneath it.

Regina's heart hammered, her drunk, lust-ridden mind twirling. She should stop, it been wired from childhood to refrain from frills like this, but she was surprised that she didn't hear that voice in her head, that scolding to quit being childish. All she heard was the soul-searching music and her own ragged breathing she couldn't blame on the dancing. And besides...Regina didn't like competition, in any circumstance. Her decisions as Queen, even if calculated and cunning, always been performed with semantics and excitement. Well, at least excitement for her.

That's why she didn't think of the consequences of weaving her fingers with pale ones, trailing up her hip- making sure to give her short skirt a dramatic flick on the way, knowing it was nearly impossible to see that flash of red lace in the dusky-lit club- along with quivering abs, past a protruded ribcage until it closed over her right breast. She heard the gasp of surprise, and quite honestly Regina didn't know if it was hers or Emma's, but luckily the blonde did not move. They just continued to dance, darting eyes every now and then at the now stunned brunette from across the room, but they remained in tuned with each others' movements. And when Emma finally closed her hand, giving the brunette's mound a squeeze, it was then that Regina realized her arousal could not be sated on her own doing. Her nipples perked responsively, straining in the bra and tight button-up, begging to be burned and soothed by the blonde's touch; wanting her to be everywhere yet in one area at the same time.

"Emma..."

The Sheriff heard that voice, albeit slurred and mumbled, but she knew the message behind it, the request that didn't need explaining. Emma was beginning to wonder if there was something laced in any of those drinks to have Regina this responsive and easygoing, and panic shot through her. But she's been on Ecstasy before, dabbled in it in her late teens, and knew the damn near painful need for release that came along with the euphoric affects of the pill, and Regina wasn't close to that unnatural desperate state. So...she's drunk, and Emma's feeling up a drunk girl. A drunk Regina.

Like lava she took a step back, just the evidence of her wrongdoing making her sick to her stomach. Regina- mayoral, nearly regal with her mannerisms- wasn't that loose woman that Emma inadvertently attracted to her bed, and even with their quarrels, Emma has always had respect for the woman who was capable of running a town, making a habit of trying to toss Emma out of town, and being a full-time mother- all without a hair out of place and with clothes alarmingly pristine.

Regina didn't deserve this.

"I should...bathroom," with a stammer she was backing up, leaving Regina with a fervent heart beat, and furrowed brow in confusion and embarrassment.

"Emma," She repeated in a growl turning around, nearly stumbling in her heels, but she was only met with the few dancers beside her.

Fuck.

When Regina thought she could feel the two hours during the arrival of the car ride, it didn't occur to her that it could possibly become more potent with its departure. Even with the alcohol in her system, her senses were on overdrive as if she was cold sober.

Well fuck.

This evening had a different outcome than Regina had in mind. In fact she didn't know how it would end, but certainly not something this painfully awkward...

...and infuriating.

Damn Emma for forcing her to a place of stupid children, and damn Emma for making her see the enjoyment in it! And damn Emma for touching her with fervor, stroking a fire she had no knowledge of inflaming in the first place. And most of all, damn Emma for stopping without as much of a word or explanation.

Screw you, Miss Swan.

So...we're not gonna pretend tonight's episode happened, right? Right? Right.

Anywayyyyy, send me a review so I can sob over them and stuff :D

Hmm thinking about adding Ruby...yeah I think I'm gonna add Ruby :) (And not in that way, since some reviews already seem to have their mind in the gutter.) I meant merely incorporating her insight in the story. *eyeroll*