I'll Give My All To You (COMPLETE)

FIFTEEN

"Ruby," I groan as we enter the large room filled with smoke from cigarettes and fog machines. "I thought we were going to Wonderland?" I question, showing the bouncer my ID. 

"This is Wonderland. They renovated the place since the last time you were here," she responds as her and the other girls show the tall guy in a black t-shirt that hugs his body their IDs as well. I roll my eyes and wait for Emma to walk beside me. 

"You know, I am kind of loving Kathryn!" She exclaims, seeming as to it's the only way we can hear each other over the music. 

I pull her closer to me. "Just don't love her too much. You're mine," I husk, biting her earlobe before Tilly pulls us towards the dance floor. 

"Come on! We came here to have a good time, that means that for tonight there's no frisky business," she shouts as she pulls Robyn into her arms and spins her. 

"Frisky business?" Robyn repeats, sliding her hands up her girlfriend's sides. 

"Yes, there shall be none of that," Tilly scolds. 

"I love you," Robyn says as the girls begin to laugh and dance. I smile at them and notice Emma looking like a lost puppy. I wrap my arms around her neck, causing her gaze to travel to my eyes. I smile at her and she returns it, wrapping her arms around my waist.

"Hey,"  I whisper, nuzzling my nose against hers. 

"Hey," she hums. We begin to sway slowly, blocking every other thing out. Even though this isn't even a slow song; it's not even close. I peer over my lover's shoulder to spot Ruby and Kathryn doing shots, meaning they brought their fake IDs along with them. Of course. I continue to watch as my blonde and brunette friends take the small glasses and clink them together. They press the glasses to their lips before guzzling down the cool liquid. 

I nod my head towards my two friends. "How much do you want to bet that they'll both be spending their morning with their heads in the toilet?" I ask. 

She turns to spot them and chuckles. "I wouldn't bet on that since it's definite," she says smirking.  

We spend the rest of the night in each others arms. As the night comes to an end, Robyn pulls us over to the table for a picture. "I'll take it!" Tilly says, jerking the phone out of her girlfriend's hands. 

"Fine," she giggles. "Everyone smile!" As Tilly snaps the photo, Emma leans into my side. 

"I love you," she whispers and my smile grows wider. "And I'll show you just how much tonight," she adds, causing lust to fill my eyes and a lump to form in my throat. 

"Come on ladies!" Kathryn shouts, pulling us over to the bar, "Let's get drunk!" 

"Kathryn," I say, shaking my head and rolling my eyes, "you already are." 

"I know," she smiles. "It's your turn." She shoves a glass of some red liquid in my face, forcing me to take it. 

I snort and set the drink back on the counter. "I am not getting drunk just because you want me to," I say sternly. 

*****

"I am soo drunk!" I shout, dancing beside Emma and Kathryn. Kathryn sips her drink, spilling some over the sides in the process.  

"What time is it?" Emma asks, trying to fish her phone out of her purse.

"I think it's like... four or something," Kathryn slurs. 

"In the morning?" Emma asks, slowing down her rhythm. 

"Yeah," I shout. 

"Gina, we have to go!" she shouts, grabbing my wrist and starting to drag me across the dance floor. 

"Why?" I pout, trying to continue dancing. 

"Because," she says. I give in and shout a simple 'bye' to Kathryn since she's the only girl left here. She waves us out the door. Once we get to the street, she waves over for a taxi; I forgot how deep in the city we were. 

Once we get in the car and she gives the driver an address I cover my mouth, keeping myself from hurling in her lap. "My place or yours?" I ask, setting my head in her lap. 

"Mine," she sighs. Her fingers begin to play in my hair and I hum at her soft touch. 

"Why yours?" I ask, opening my eyes and watching through the glass windshield. 

She chuckles lightly. "Because no one's home to see you in a drunken state," she says, continuing the motion of her fingers. 

"Mhm," I sarcastically quip. 

"What?" she asks, feigning shock. "I just don't want your mother to see you like this," she simply states. 

"Liar," I say, a playful smile tugging at my lips. "My mother wouldn't mind." 

"Okay," she snorts. After a few short moments that feel like forever, the car comes to a final stop in front of Emma's house. I slam open the door as she pays him. As I try to make my way up her paved side walk, I feel a set of arms around my waist. 

"Careful," she says low in my ear. "You are very clumsy when you're drunk," she quietly laughs. 

I roll my eyes, "I am not drunk." 

"Right," she nods her head. "And I'm not blonde with green eyes," she smiles and presses her front to my back, trying to hold me upright. 

"You are so mean," I pout. Once we reach her house -I don't know why it took us so long- she unlocks the door and steps into the air conditioned house. I take a deep breath, only to be slammed against the creme colored wall. "What are you doing?" I ask her,  my brown orbs getting wider. 

"For starters," she husks in my ear, "you." Her lips viciously attack mine, smudging my crimson lip pain around my mouth. As her tongue enters my mouth, we both jump apart to someone clearing their throat. 

Emma turns to see her father and mother standing not even five feet away from us. "Emma," David starts, crossing his arms. Mary Margaret looks away and dread washes over me. "You have a lot of explaining to do," he says. 

My eyes turn to Emma, she winces when I place my hand upon her shoulder. "I can explain," she says. 

"Wait, did you not tell them?" I ask, my eyebrows raise and I begin to chew on my bottom lip. 

She turns to me and tries to show that she's sorry but I turn to David and Mary Margaret. "I'm sorry," I say. I turn to walk out of the door, finally feeling sober.

"Gina, wait," she hollers, placing her hand on my forearm. I pull away. 

"I told my parents, I sacrificed everything to be with you! And you don't even have the decency to tell your parents," I spit. "That, is pure bull," I say and walk out, slamming the door to her small loft. 

This is super late. I know!  I'm so so sorry, you have no idea. Hope you enjoyed! Lot's of love! Viva la Swan Queen!