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Emma’s Point of View:
Regina held my hand!!! OMG! I would literally go through that whole thing with Killian again to hold that woman’s hand. It was so soft and smooth. Our hands fit together just right and despite the weather, our hands did not get gross. I usually judge people for holding hands in the summer, but I would hold that woman’s hand all the way to hell and back.
Regina is walking away and she is doing that damn thing with her butt and all I want to do is grab it with one hand while my hand runs through her shoulder length dark brown locks. I would not be upset if I was alternating between biting and sucking on those beautiful lips at the same time. All of a sudden, I am startled by David’s wolf whistle and Regina stops and turns around. I punch a laughing David in the shoulder and give her a small wave as I start pushing him towards my car.
“What the hell was that David?” The bastard is still laughing at me, “Emma, I am so tired of you checking her out and I want action. I want it now.” “David, if you want some action, I think you should take that up with Hood not me.” “Har har Emma. I can tell how much you like her because I have never seen you like this with anyone. Plus, I am enjoying how much gay you show when you are around her. I like this side of you. Did you get her number yet?”
I can only roll my eyes because he is right about me showing gay. It is an extremely slow process of coming out. Hood knows and Ruby well… we have spoken about it in passing, but I think she thinks I am bi. It will definitely be a longer conversation at some point, but either way she thinks it’s hot.
“No David, I do not have her number. Killian kind of messed things up for me. Also, you and me are dating according to Killian. I do not know where he comes up with these crazy ideas.” “Gah, yeah I get that. Of course we are dating honey bunches of oats. After all, you are the love of my life. Just do not tell Robin.” He pulls me in for a wet kiss on the cheek and I immediately go to wipe it off.
“David you better be glad I think you will make pretty babies and eww boy germs…” He stops in the middle of the side walk and puts his hand to his heart feigning hurt. “Emma how could you say such a thing? Also, boy germs are better than girl cooties.” He sticks his tongue out at me and starts to run. He shouts behind him “You know damn well that my babies will be fucking adorable.” I chase after him and hop onto his back and he fakes trying to push me off. We both laugh and I slide down his back until I am walking again.
We finally get to my car and I ask “which liquor store are we going to? We have to hurry because someone didn’t get off work until six.” David holds his hands out in mock surrender “hey, I did not doddle checking out some hot piece of ass and it is not my fault that this godforsaken state makes the liquor stores close at 7 p.m.” We get in and I start driving towards the store. Then I give my response back to him in my best southern drawl “Oh David, bless your heart darlin’, you know good and well that the liquor stores close at 7 in the great state of South Carolina because God abhors drinkin after seven sweetheart”
Then reverting back to my normal voice, “You know damn well that ass is a piece of artwork. I feel assured that there are artisans designing future great works based off the masterpiece named Regina.”
“Emma you have it bad” he laughs “now do the accent again and we should go to the one on East Bay since its closer to Robin’s house. Do you know if Ruby is coming for dinner and pre-gaming? Robin wants to know how many steaks to start”
“I think she is, at least she was the last we spoke, but who knows who she has picked up since then. Send her a text to find out.”
David sends her a text and we continue in silence until I pull into the liquor store. “David it’s your turn to buy. Plus Robin likes the expensive shit, so go get it.” He unbuckles his seat belt and gets out. He sticks his head back in to say “You don’t want to buy Robin’s Booze? He IS making you dinner tonight.” I roll my eyes and throw a twenty at him and he runs into the store.
While I am waiting, an old song comes on the radio, so I turn it up. I dancing and singing to “can’t stop the feeling” by JT. David opens the door and hands me my change. I put an imaginary microphone up to his face and he starts singing with me. After the song goes off, I turn the sound down. “Rubes is definitely in for pre-game and out for dinner. I think Robin will be okay with that because he likes calm dinner and wild pre-games. I think that is the only reason he tolerates Ruby.” I chuckle as we drive towards towards David and Robin’s house.
I hate driving and parking on their street because it’s free parking and the city in their infinite wisdom chose not to require parking permits on this street. I think it is the only street in the entire city that is like that, so naturally every person in Charleston has to park their car on this street. I finally find a spot and maneuver my car into it. Parallel parking is challenging under normal circumstances, but this street knocks the challenge up a notch.
As soon as the car is in park, David is running across the street with the booze in hand. He hasn’t seen Robin in about eight hours which is too long for them to go without seeing each other. I love them both, but sometimes their cuteness causes me a great deal of nausea. I walk slowly up to the door because I am not in any hurry to watch them make out.
I have been to their house a thousand times and stayed here more times than I count, but every time I walk up to it I worry that the place is going to collapse. The house looks horrible on the outside, but it is actually really nice on the inside. It has dark hardwood floors on the inside with brand new finishes including a gas range. These boys literally only have the best. Robin bought a sixty inch television because nothing smaller would do. He actually wanted a bigger TV, but David managed to talk him into a smaller one. Both of the boys come from money, so they are able to afford to pay the astronomical rent on their place. Robin is still in undergrad and David is getting his masters in marine biology. They want to wait to buy a place when they finally get settled, but money will never be an issue for them.
I finally walk in the door and they pull a part, but still doing the peck on the lips thing and smiling goofily at each other. I can only roll my eyes and give them my best smirk. Robin lets go of David and picks me up in a bear hug “Hi there Swan!” I laugh as he spins us in a circle. “How’s it going Hood? It smells amazing in here.”
He chuckles and makes a comment about how I am always hungry. I would try to refute it, but I am and Robin is an amazing cook. Robin goes to check the food, “Emma you’re going to have to get ready here tonight. David and I want to help you to get ready and we have a kickass outfit that we picked out for you. It’s time for you to stop hovering in the closet door and start getting out there.”
Both Robin and David are extremely masculine, but they both still like to play with me like I am their personal Barbie doll. I grimace and David comes to rub my back. He mouths sorry and I give him a death glare. Robin continues ignoring us “also, we are going to a private event tonight that I got invited to last minute. We will be able to avoid the tourists and the stupid college co-eds. Since it is a closed event there will be free booze.” David and I high five. “Now that is what I am talking about! Robin, where is this event at? It isn’t some stuffy old man waltz party is it? I really want to dance tonight” David says while walking up behind Robin to wrap his arms around him.
Robin turns to kiss David and then replies to the question. “No, it’s actually club atmosphere and get this it’s at the aquarium. They have a rental space where you can dance looking out on the harbor and at the fish. Apparently it is going to be lit and all the important people will be there.” Both David and I groan at that statement and Robin swats at us with a towel.
“David and Emma, dinner is served.” We all fix our plates and sit around the table making plans for the rest of the night. I could only sip on my wine and giggle at the boys’ antics that was until Robin turned the discussion on me. “Emma, David tells me that there is some College of Charleston professor that has you showing all the gay.”
I think my face immediately turns a bright red and I internally curse my pale skin. David gives Robin a warning look and Robin just shrugs his shoulders. “What? I am curious about the woman who has gotten our Emma to peak her head out of the closet.”
All I can do is groan and David takes over. “Well, I finally got her to give Emma her first name and I set it up so that Emma got caught gawking at her while she walked away.” I cannot help rolling my eyes at David and mumbling that it was her intention for me to stare. Both of the boys bust out laughing and high five each other then they turn to me with expectant looks.
“Fiiiiine Robin!! Her name is Dr. Regina Mills and she is a political science professor. She is a gorgeous Latina and I…” I honestly do not know how to complete the thought because I want everything with her. David looking for a complete thought asks me, “Emma, you what? What do you want?”
Robin just chuckles and says “David, I think our Emma wants to fuck my professor.” I do not know which part of that to be most shocked by, I mean I do want to fuck her, but his professor? Does everyone have Regina as a professor? I turn to Robin, “wait Regina is your polisci professor?"
Robin gives me a smirk and says “I was wondering why she all of a sudden started hating Killian on day two of the semester. She banned his leather pants from her classroom and she gives him hell every class. I thought it was because he is a shit student, but maybe it is more that. It started the day he cornered you at the cistern and Killian was late for class, I thought that was why she was so cross with him. I wonder if she saw him with you. “
Robin and David both give me curious looks and I blush. “Well, she saw me kick Killian in the balls and he interrupted our first meeting at bux. Killian is always where I do not want him, which is near me.” The boys laugh and I hear David mutter to Robin, “Honestly, Emma eye fucks your professor every time she sees her.” I hit David’s arm as hard as I can and I do not deny his comment because I do often wonder what is beneath those perfectly form fitted clothes.
Two hours later:
After dinner was over Robin shooed me into the bathroom to shower to get ready for tonight. He said I smelled like a coffee bean and I pretended to be offended. He came back and helped me do my hair and makeup. So now my hair is straightened and silky smooth. We decided to do the smoky look for my eyes and I must say both look great. I am a little nervous about the dress. When he pulled it out, I was adamantly against it and then the bastard stole my clothes.
The dress would look fabulous on anyone, but me. It is a red sleeveless dress, which shows my toned arms. It has a low cut that shows just enough of my boobs, but not enough to make me seem like a prostitute and it comes down mid-thigh. They purchased some fuck-me-black heels for the dress. I look hot, but my feet are going to kill me at the end of the night. I have been able to hear Ruby in the living room for the past five minutes and I think that is the only thing that has prevented the boys from coming to harass me. I do one more once over in the mirror and honestly everything looks good in this dress, including my butt. Granted, I have nothing on Regina, but I don’t look too shabby. Ugh, I need to walk out there and it’s now or never.
I open the bathroom door and walk towards the living room. As I make myself known, I hear cat calls and wolf whistles. I immediately blush and hear Ruby say “hot damn, Ems you look gorgeous. You are going to have beat people off of you tonight.”
She has on a white halter dress that stops below her boobs and connects to her skirt via two thin pieces of fabric on her sides. The skirt ends immediately under her butt. The boys ask me to spin and I let out a little giggle.
They both have on dark blue jeans. David has on a tight navy t-shirt and Robin has on a black one. Their six packs show behind those shirts. “Okay Guys stop checking me out. Everyone looks great and Ruby even managed to get mildly covered up for this event.” It was honestly a deflection from me and I look over at Ruby and she rolls her eyes at me.
We have been drinking all night, but I have been pacing myself. I am on the sober side of tipsy and as per our going out tradition, we all take a lemon drop shot before walking out the door to the Uber Robin called for us. The drive to the aquarium does not take long and if the cars at the valet are anything to go by then there are some rich ass people here. The bouncer checks our invitations and we slide in to the building.
They have strobe lights and the multicolored lights going everywhere. I feel the music pounding through my whole body and it is refreshing. On one side, you can see the harbor and the bar is over there. On the other side, is an aquarium wall and it the blue background adds something to the ambiance of the event. The four of us head to the bar to do our pre-dance shots and I grab Ruby’s hand to do our first dance before she has to go chase her next one night stand.
We had out to the floor and dance through a few songs then she slides off to some guy. I dance with David through a few songs while Robin dances with some chick he knows from home. Robin quickly tires of the girl and gives me a look asking if he can have his boyfriend back and I give a nod yes. They grab onto each other and move further onto the dance floor. I roll my eyes at them and take a step out onto the balcony for some fresh air and to give my ears a chance to hear again.
I look out at the harbor at the Ravenel Bridge and as always it is a beautiful sight. I take a deep breath and head back inside. I lean against the bar waiting on one of my friends to surface. While I am standing there, a cute guy walks up to me. He is taller than me, muscular, and has a scruffy face. I am sure he would be a catch if one is into such things.
He asks me to dance and even though I can feel him checking me out, I agree. I want to dance and he is a means to an end. The first dance goes well and as we move into the second, I start to get uncomfortable because he keeps trying to grab at my boobs. I keep swatting his hands away and try to maneuver away from him. He isn’t having it, but then I feel someone come up behind me and start grinding on my back.
They are softer and are much gentler than the prick in front of me. They wrap their arms around me and I do not care who is behind me if they can get me away from this guy. So, I start to turn away from the guy to give him the message that I am not interested. I watch as the guy gets the message and walks away. After her leaves, I complete my turn and I am faced with the most beautiful chocolate eyes.
I continue my dance with her never allowing my eyes to leave her face and she keeps running her tongue over that bottom ruby red colored lip. So more often than not my eyes are staring at her lips, but I manage to make it to her eyes every now and then. When I do look in to them they are filled with so much desire it is hard to believe that it’s directed towards me.
We break a part for the dance while still holding each other’s arms showing we are together. Now that there is space between us, I can take in the rest of her. She has on bright red fuck-me-heels, tight leather pants (finally someone who can pull them off), and a vest without a top underneath which allows me to give her ample breasts plenty of attention. Her hair is in pulled back with bobby pins and it is perfect.
My eyes rove up and down her body and I unconsciously lick my lips. She pulls back to her and husks in my ear “Do like what you see dear?” I cannot even conceal the shiver that goes down my spine and I feel her smile into my ear.
Right at that moment, her knee goes between my legs. It isn’t enough to cause friction, but it sends a clear message and I can tell she is gauging my reaction. It is honestly taking everything to not collapse into a puddle on the floor due to her. “Damn it Regina, what are you doing to me? I always love anything you wear because you are beautiful, but tonight…” I cannot complete the sentence because I feel her hand on my butt and I moan in her ear.
I am embarrassed that I gave myself away, but at the same time I am over the moon that she is interested in me. “So em-ma, are you okay that I chased your dance partner away and took his place? I hope I am suitable replacement.”
Instead of being my usual awkward self, my inebriated self manages to be flirty. “I don’t know Regina. I mean he seemed to fit the type of a man attracted to me…unable to take no for an answer." I lean closer to her ear and whisper...well whisper-shout. "However, Dr. Mills, you are precisely my type in all the right ways, so I am so much better than okay.”
I pull back and I see a smirk come across her face and then we focus on dancing for who knows how long. All I can think about how perfectly our bodies merge together on the dance floor and how comfortable I feel with her. I am usually so awkward, but with her I almost feel like a sexual being. It could be because she oozes sexuality and I may have accidentally absorbed some.
We are looking in to each other’s eyes and I see her looking at my lips. I want to kiss her so bad and I know she can see my new shortened breathes, but I am not brave enough to close the distance. We stay like that for an eternity, but it was probably two seconds, until she closes the distance.
Her lips feel like a sunny day after weeks of rain. They are so soft and she tastes like cinnamon and apples. I lift my hand to the back of her head and she runs the bottom of her tongue across the bottom of my lip at the same time she grabs my butt. I moan into her mouth and she uses the opportunity to add her tongue to the kiss. This changes the kiss dramatically and I feel like the world fades from around us. I slide my hands down her back and give her butt a gentle squeeze. She moans into the kiss and I feel like a thousand lightening bugs are flying through my veins. Everything is her and only her.
We eventually part and the sound starts coming back. We are standing in the middle of the dance floor and she is adorable with her swollen lips. I give her a sheepish smile and run the back of my fingers across her cheek. She leans into it with her eyes closed and I feel like this moment is perfect.
She grabs my hand and we head towards the door to the balcony. We finally make it through the people and outside. It takes a moment to readjust to the lack of noise and I look over at her.
She still has my hand, but she looks nervously out at the harbor. I pull her closer to ask what she is thinking, but as soon as looks at me her lips are on mine. Soon, her tongue is in my mouth, but this time I fight for dominance of this kiss. Again, I am struck by the feeling that everything is her and only her.
We break apart and before she kisses me again, I put my finger up to her lips to halt the kissing for a moment. Yes, I know it was a risky move, but I need an answer. She gives me a glare, but I let it go. “Regina, what were you thinking when we walked out here?” She looks to the harbor before looking at me and asks “Emma, are you drunk?” Her voice is so low and quiet that it takes a moment for the words to connect to my brain.
I want to laugh because if this is the problem then this is simple, I can handle this. I rub my thumb over her hand and give her a small smile. “No Regina, I am not drunk on anything but you and your intoxicating kisses. Are you drunk?” If she has to double check then I might as well too, right?
She chuckles and rubs her fingers along my color bone. “Oh no Em-ma, I am most definitely not drunk right now. I wanted to make sure you were making sober decisions and not making out with me because you’re drunk or because of what happened with Killian today.”
I roll my eyes at that. “Regina, Killian is a non-issue, do not fret over him. As for being drunk, I like to dance a little tipsy, but I am most definitely not drunk. I do not make out with strangers on the dance floor ever. I have been so attracted to you from the moment you stuck your head in to my Starbucks, but I did not know what to do about it. You are…” Before I can finish the thought, her lips crash into mine and I allow myself get lost again.