4. Replica
Regina pulled her black Mercedes into the parking lot, fitting it comfortably between a silver Lexus and a white Tesla.
Looking over, Regina could see Emma wrapping up a text to Beth Ann.
"Everything alright love?" She asked.
"Uh, yea. Just chatting with Bee." Emma replied, tucking her phone into her back pocket.
Emma watched as a tall, dark handsome man opened the car door for Regina, "Welcome back to Chateau' L'araunt." He said with a wide grin. To her right, opening her own door was another man. Slender, olive complexion, with a bit of scruff on his chin. The gold name tag on his white coattails revealed the name 'Killian'. With a smile, he opened Emma's car door. "Welcome." He said to her.
Although pleasant, Emma leaned in to whispered to Regina "I don't know why we come here."
Regina rolled her eyes.
"Honestly Regina," Emma continued, "All this fuss about pleasantries.. white suits and fancy bullshit, when we could just as easily open a few bottles of champagne in our own home with friends.."
"Emma, come on... you know Mal and Jaffi like coming here for a social get together every now and again." Regina explained, softly laying her hand in Emma's thigh, "They always pay for everything anyway, and Honestly, It's only polite to accept their yearly invite."
Emma said nothing. Slowly she nodded, blowing her breath out.
"I suppose." She finally replied, stepping out of the car.
Together, the two women walked up from the bottom steps of the chateau, to the top of the foyer. A deep red carpet was splayed out across the marble steps. Emma paused a moment taking in her surroundings. The mansion that housed the extravagant winery was nothing short of a marble fortress. The details of the stonework truly were something to behold. The two white, marble pillars that draped the sides of the main entrance were carved with such intricate details, that it almost seemed like the perfectly chiseled leaves that outlined the apple trees carved into the stone were actually moving with the breeze.
Emma remembered that if one was not too careful consuming the specialty wine here, they would be convinced that they actually were!
As Regina disappeared inside, Emma turned to look a moment over the stone's edge, out and across the vineyard. In the distance where acres of apple trees, and in the foreground, stood endless rows of grape vines. Red, white and purple fruit added splotches of color as Each vine twisted and tangled into the next.
Suddenly, Emma's thoughts were abruptly ended by the loud chattering of Mal embracing Regina.
"Oh, Gina!" Maleficent exclaimed with a smile from ear to ear, "Darling you look phenomenal!"
Regina took her hand warmly, "As do you, my dear. Where's Jaffi? Please tell me she's here!"
"Oh, of course, she's just back at our table."
Regina smiled, then noticed Mal's gaze drift from her attention to something more focused behind her. When she turned, she realized it was Emma walking up the last few steps to join them, that drew her attention.
As Emma approached them, the forced smile on her face matched that of Mal's. Emma had never been a fan of Mal, mainly because she always made it abundantly clear that she thought Regina could 'do better' than Emma. Jaffi, on the other hand, was too kind for her own good and Emma could never understand how they stayed together.
"Emma." Mal said through tight lips lush with sarcasm, "How nice to see you."
"Certainly not as nice as it is to see you, Mal." Emma replied with echoing bitterness.
"Alright!" Regina said trying to break through the tension, "Why don't we go find Jaffi?"
"Yes, of course." Mal replied turning to walk in the direction of their reservation. With Regina and Emma trailing her, Mal approached their table pulling out a chair for Regina, then walked right passed Emma to take her own seat by Jaffi.
Fucking bitch.
Emma thought to herself as she pulled out a chair to sit. It wasn't enough that Mal didn't like her, but when she did things to deliberately display her feelings, it was enough to send Emma over the edge.
Emma was then shaken from her rage when Jaffi exclaimed, "Oh Emma!! It's been too long!"
As if caught off guard, Emma was shell shocked when Jaffi grabbed her hand pulling it closer to her face.
"Your ring is stunning Emma, really!"
"Oh, um.. yea, it is, isn't it. thank you Jaffs." Emma replied with a grin.
Regina smiled, placing her arm around the back of Emma's chair, "Only the very best for my Emma."
Jaffi smiled with Regina, "You two are so sweet!"
Jaffi had been the personal advisor to the president of Agrabah for many years. Emma remembered when she made the difficult decision to give it all up when she fell in love with Maleficent, and moved to America to have a life with her.
Talk about a sacrifice! Emma thought to herself.
Moments later, the maitre'd came to the table pouring several types of champagne for the women to taste, as well as several plates full of pairings. Fine white China filled with figs, grapes, strawberries, cheeses, fine meats and caviar flooded their table as they drank.
After a few rounds of refills, Emma's eyes began to feel heavy, with a relaxing buzz starting to take its hold.
"Aww!" Jaffi teased, poking Emma playfully, "Looks like someone might float away on their bubbles!"
Emma smiled through closed eyes.
Signaling to a nearby waiter to fill her glass, Maleficent replied, "well now, don't close your eyes just yet, after all, we all know what happened the last time you did that in a room full of people!"
Maleficent was of course referring to the moment when Emma took that bullet in her back a few years ago.
"How fucking dare you!" Emma commanded, "I was off duty, and you know that!"
"I'm just saying," Mal explained, "that maybe if you hadn't passed out during that riff raff at Roni's a few years back, you'd be a little better off, wouldn't you agree?"
"Mal, come on.." Jaffi replied, sensing the uncomfortable state.
"Honestly Mal," Regina began, "Must you do this every time??"
Growing more and more frustrated, Emma's blue eyes began to well up with salt water and she could feel a lump forming in her throat as Regina and Mal argued.
How dare that bitch try to throw my past in my face!
All at once, a flash of red caught Emma's blurry gaze. In the center hall a few feet away from the table, a woman dressed completely in red stood tall at the top of the staircase.
No.. it couldn't be that woman again, could it? That Rita woman from granny's??
Between the copious amount of champagne Emma previously consumed, and the tears in her eyes, she had a bit of trouble focusing. Everything around her had a blurrish haze over it. Emma wiped her tear stained eyes, but by the time she could see clearly, the woman was gone.
Emma looked back at the three women sitting at the table with her. Regina and Mal in a fit argument while Jaffi did her best to keep the peace.
I just can't...
Emma thought to herself as she stood up.
"Em, where are you going??" Regina asked standing as well.
"I just.. I need some air."
"Of course you do." Mal replied, "Here. Take this."
Mal, ever so happy to dismiss Emma from the table, handed Emma a thin plastic card, "This is your room key to the suite you'll be sharing with Regina during your stay. Go on ahead and freshen up."
Begrudgingly, she took the card from Mal, and left the table. Walking away, Emma glanced at the room number on the card; 107. That meant her room was on the first floor. However, Rita was up the staircase...
Taking a quick glance back, Emma saw that no one was looking in her direction from their table a few feet away.
Taking the opportunity to go unnoticed, Emma swiftly jogged up the stairs and out of sight. When she reached the top, she took a deep breath rubbing her lower back. She hated that her body constantly reminded her when she reached her limit. The numbing pain near the wound site on her back always screamed for attention.
Trying her best to ignore it, Emma continued on. She steadied herself by holding on tight to the bannister as she made her way around the halls of the upper floors.
As she walked around the corridor, Emma took in more of the details of the building. As beautiful as it was, the bright whites of the stone reflecting from the lights in the room began to make her head spin, and when she looked down from the balcony, she could feel her stomach begin to churn.
With her hand on her stomach, Emma backed away from the edge, bumping into someone behind her.
"Oh, fff.. uckk.." Emma stammered turning around, "I'm sssooo sorrrryy.."
At first annoyed, the woman answered with a lightened tone, "It's quite alright, these things.. happen."
The back of Emma's shirt had been soaked in whatever drink the woman had, her now empty glass on the floor.
Seemingly drunk, Emma picked up the glass, and in an attempt to hand it to the woman, Emma stumbled forward losing her balance.
"Oh, careful now.." The woman replied steadying her, "Looks like someone had a bit too much to drink today!"
When Emma finally looked up, she realized the woman she knocked into, was Rita Castillo.
In a state of drunken shock, Emma stepped back, away from Rita. Her brain still in a bit of a fog from all the champagne earlier, the fact that Rita truly looked almost identical to her fiancée was a bit to take in.
In response to Emma's state of shock and confusion, a worrisome look crept across Rita's face.
"Is everything alright dear? You look upset.."
"Yea.. no.. I mean.." Emma stumbled over her words, "I just.. you look like someone I know..."
Rita chuckled, "Yes, I've been hearing that a lot lately." Putting out her hand toward Emma she continued, "My name is Rita. Rita Castillo. I just moved to town a few weeks ago."
"Oh, yea.." Emma replied, giving her hand a light shake, "Emma. Emma Swan. It's very nice to meet you. To be fair, I think I may have seen you before.. at Granny's Inn?"
"I'm sure you have," Rita continued, "I was staying there for a while, the house I moved into needed some work, so I stayed there at the Inn temporally. You should have said hello! It would have been nice to meet a friendly face."
"Oh, I didn't want to bother you." Emma replied, "I had just stopped in for my morning pick me up... I think I remember seeing you looking pretty peaceful at the time. Didn't want to disturb, you know?"
Rita replied with a tight smile.
"Well, now that we've got the formalities out of the way, why don't we get you cleaned up?"
"Oh no, I'm fine, really.." Emma replied.
"Nonsense!" Rita countered, "A beautiful woman such as yourself should not be tainted with scotch-stained clothing, even if it's by my own hand."
"Um, ok. Yeah sure, why not." Emma answered, "I've got some time to kill."
"Excellent!" Rita replied, "My suite is just down this hall."
Emma followed Rita passed a few other rooms until they reached a suite with huge double doors, "So, what brings you out here to the chateau?" Emma asked.
"Well, to be honest, there are still a few details to be worked out on the new house. Although Granny's Inn is certainly a quaint place, I started to feel like I overstayed my welcome."
"Really? Odd, granny loves having people stay. I can't imagine anyone could ever over stay their welcome with her."
"Perhaps." Rita exclaimed as she clicked the room key over the auto lock on her door, "However so, everyone has their limits dear."
The two women walked into the room. Emma paused in the foyer, taking a look around the large, lavish room. Placing her empty glass on the coffee table, Rita began rummaging through some clothing that was strewn about the sofa, handing Emma a white button down shirt.
"It's not much, but it'll fit you."
Emma took the shirt from her, examining it. "A men's shirt?"
"Mmmm" Rita answered, "I believe the bellhop left it behind this morning. He was in a rush after all.. would you rather throw one of my dresses on?"
"Uh, no. This is fine. Thanks."
Rita poured herself a drink from the side table, taking a seat on the sofa.
"Alright then, the bathroom is just around the corner, if you prefer some.. privacy."
"Thanks. I'll be right back."
Emma softly closed the bathroom door behind her, locking it. Though she didn't quite have all her witts about her being as buzzed as she was, she still felt like Rita could walk in the room at any moment.
Quickly, she removed her shirt putting the one Rita gave her on right after. She turned on the warm water in the sink letting it run a little before using a bit of hand soap to rub out the stain.
After she tightly wrung out the water from the shirt, Emma took a glance into the mirror in front of her.
What the fuck am I doing here...?
Taking a deep breath and letting it out slow, Emma unlocked the door and walked back into the main room of Rita's suite.
When she entered the room, she noticed that Rita had slipped into something... seemingly more comfortable. Drink in hand, Rita turned to Emma.
"Mmmnn.. perhaps you were a bellhop in a previous life, Emma. I think it's fair to say that you could've walked into this room wearing only that shirt and you'd still have taken my breath away."
"Uhh.. excuse me?" Emma replied a bit sheepishly.
Rita smiled. "You are beautiful, you know... you come off timid Emma, but there is a wild side hidden beneath the surface, you and I both know that."
Emma, taken completely off guard, was now speechless as she stood in the center of the room holding her soggy, wet shirt.
"Come now, let's get that shirt dry so you can get back to your friends." Rita offered, "I'm sure they're worried."
"You're a bit forward, if I do say so myself.. unless I misunderstood you?" Emma managed to get out.
Rita took the shirt from Emma, gently grazing her hand with her fingertips.
"Forward?" Rita asked with a sly grin, "Theres nothing forward about simply telling the truth or stating the obvious."
A quick moment of silence passed before Rita explained,
"I don't have a dryer in the suite, but if we set your shirt over the fan, I'm sure it'll be dry in no time."
Frozen in her place, Emma felt a tingle through her body travel from the hand that Rita touched, all the way between her thighs. Her mind now racing, she felt herself swell with anticipation.
This woman...
Emma thought to herself. What was happening?? Emma never responded this way toward anyone except Regina. But this Rita... Emma wasn't sure if this was a bad or good thing. Sure, she and Regina were going through a bit of a rough patch.. but, did that make it ok for her to swoon over another woman??
"Thank you, Ms... Castillo, was it?"
"Rita. Rita will do just fine."
Emma offered a tight, nervous smile, as
Rita walked back toward her, standing very close now. Slowly, she moved around Emma. As she walked behind her, she slowly traced a line from Emma's waist, around her back with her fingertip.
"You have a phenomenal physique, Emma. I assume you take care of yourself?"
Unable to move, Emma's body seemed to crave more of Rita's touch. She felt the swell between her thighs moisten as she nervously replied, "I try to.. I used to be a police officer for many years.. some of the healthy living aspects of my life just stuck with me afterward, I suppose."
"I see." Rita answered. "You say you used to be an officer? May I ask what happened?"
Emma grinned nervously, "One night I was off duty and having a drink at a local bar. There was a bar fight later that evening, involving a colleague trying to make an arrest. When the thug stabbed him with a shattered beer bottle, I tried to administer CPR."
Emma paused a moment, swallowing hard before continuing, "I had one too many beers that night, and passed out while doing so. Next thing I knew, I woke up in a hospital bed recovering from a gunshot wound, unable to feel anything from my waist down."
A look of horror crossed Rita's face, "My word! You poor thing, how long of a sentence did the shooter get??"
"That's the thing," Emma explained, "The shooter has never been caught. The force has the case open, but for now it's run cold."
Rita gently caressed Emma's shoulder, then exclaimed, "Forgive me dear, I'm just now noticing that beautiful rock on your finger... who's the lucky guy.. or gal?"
"Oh!" Emma fingered the engagement ring on her left hand, happy to change the subject, "It's funny you should mention.. my girlfriend, er, fiancé, looks so very much like you.. it's actually kinda strange.. her name is Regina. We've been together for quite some time now."
"Is that so?" Rita asked, "A long engagement?"
"Not quite," Emma replied, "We're newly engaged. Just been together for a while in general."
"Well, congratulations" Rita replied, "Regina is a very lucky woman."
As if on cue, Emma's phone began to ring. Taking the phone from her pocket, Emma could see It was Regina, checking up on her no doubt.
"Will you excuse me Rita? I need to take this.."
"Of course," Rita replied, "I was headed to the bathroom to freshen up anyway."
"Hello? Regina?" Emma said into her phone as Rita disappeared through the bathroom door.
Keeping the door slightly crack, Rita listened to their conversation.
"I'm ok actually... yea, I uh... I bumped into an old colleague from work and we've been chatting... where? Oh I never made it to the room, I ended up going straight to the laundry service.. I somehow managed to get a glass of scotch dumped on me, go figure. Yes I'll be back at the room in a few minutes. Love you too, bye."
Returning her phone to her back pocket, Emma quickly glanced up as the vision of Rita popped into her view.
"Everything alright?" She asked.
"Oh, yea. Fine." Emma replied, "Hey, how much longer until my shirt is dry you think? I should be getting back.."
Rita walked over to the fan and felt the still damp material of Emma's shirt.
"Mmm, might be a while." Rita replied, "Why don't you go and keep the bellhop shirt. When this is dry by morning, I can drop it at the front desk for you at check out."
Recognizing that this was her only option, Emma agreed.
"It's really been a treat meeting you, Emma." Rita explained as she drew closer to her. Clasping Emma's hand, Rita leaned in several inches from Emma's ear and continued, "I do hope to get the pleasure of bumping into you again."
On her last word, Rita softly kissed the smooth skin of Emma's cheek, and Emma's face instantly flushed.
Pulling back, she forced a nervous smile, "Uh, yea. Thank you for your help with the shirt."
Looking at Rita's smiling face one last time, Emma turned and walked out of the door.
*****
It was still early in the evening when Emma finally made it to her room on the first floor. Closing the door behind her, Emma noticed that Regina seemed to be out cold in the bed even though the lights and TV were still on.
Emma walked over to the bed, bending down to plant a kiss softly on Regina's lips.
"Hey babe.." Regina whispered softly, "You made it back.."
"Of course I did." Emma replied smiling.
After changing into her pajama sweats, Emma turned the lights and TV off. Quietly, she crawled into bed as Regina snored softly.
Laying there unable to fall asleep just yet, Emma's mind wandered, Sporadically racing through the events of the day.
Every few minutes she caught herself thinking about Rita. After a few attempts to change her train of thought, she finally gave up, allowing herself to detail every second that passed between Rita and herself.
Her left hand began to softly tingle as she remembered how Rita gently touched it, the sensation moving with her thoughts to her waist and back. Emma's brain retraced the footsteps of Rita's fingertips moving across her back, causing her heart to race and the familiar swell to return between her thighs. Slowly, not wanting to wake Regina, Emma slightly spread her legs open as she lay under the cool, white sheets. Softly, she pressed her index finger against her clit, feeling the wet skin pulsate against her fingertip. Using both middle fingers on her left hand, Emma forcefully slid them inside of herself, barely able to hold back a scream. Slowly she continuously pressed her fingers in and out of herself, Deeper every time. Every time her fingers pushed in, she felt herself become wetter and wetter. The hardest part was trying to keep quiet and as still as possible. As she pushed herself to come, fantasies of Rita flooded her mind. Rita throwing her onto her bed, controlling her, taking command. The vision of Rita pressing her fingers into Emma finally let loose a flow of wet stickiness onto her hand and inner thigh. Emma exhaled heavily through her mouth and nose as her hand slowed to a stop, Regina fast asleep beside her.
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