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[GP] The De Rolo Wedding Reception

The calendar of "Kahl-ee-Fornea" was very different to that of Tal'Dorei. But the spring dance had been a good reminder for the Exandrians (one of them, anyway) that the Renewal Festival would take place more or less this time of year, landing always on the thirteenth day of Dulahei. It seemed a fitting time to set the 'small family dinner' in celebration of the marriage of Vex and Percy.

...Yeah, but no. Because Vax'ildan didn't mind a bit of revenge for their having done the thing without so much as telling him for several weeks, and because his sister always deserved the best of everything anyway, the garden had a whopping lot more than that for the happy couple as they opened the doors onto what first looked like pitch blackness. Until the big, white-hot spotlight snapped abruptly on to glare down on top of the pair with blinding scrutiny.

A familiar voice sang out from beyond, his ever-charming booming and crooning amplified to fill the whole of the outdoors by something called a 'microphone,' Scanlan using all his singular panache to belt out a melodic tune:

"There she is, Mrs. De Rolo
There she is, your ideal
The dreams of a million boys and girls who want to find love in Emon City
For Vex may turn out to more than Baroness of the first house of Whitestone and Grand Mistress of the Hunt
There he is, Mr. De Rolo
There he is, your ideal
With so much brooding and tinkering he took the town by storm
With his all-Whitestone face and form
And there they are
Walking on air, he is
Fairest of the fair, she is
There they are - Mr. and Mrs. De Rolooooooooooo~"

A resounding wave of applause, murmuring, cheers, and laughter broke out all around the newlyweds - one such unbridled merry cackle absolutely coming from the bride's brother - and Scanlan's tone changed immediately to a much more vibrant, excited, sporting-event-enthusiasm style of announcement: "Ladies and Gentlemen - it's the DE ROLO FAMILY!"

The strands of bulb lighting popped into yellow-soft brightness all at once, revealing the guests gathered around dozens of tables artfully set with dinner places enough for everyone at the Inn. Each table included flowers, linens, and garlands all matched in smart Whitestone-Blue, darker Owlbear-Blue, black and white with touches of gold accents, all thanks to Caroline's management. The outdoor area so far as one could see had been dressed in one of Lillith's illusions to mimic a beautiful forest clearing at purple-dusk with fireflies dancing, the shapes of buildings and foothills in the distance distinctly cast to look like the city and castle of Whitestone. Ignis and Emma stood by putting a few final touches on what they'd all started calling 'fancy barbecue,' an enormous buffet of haute cuisine smoked and grilled meats with artful sides, a table beside them holding up the massive layer cake Pike had tirelessly fussed into perfection. So many others had come together to help or to wish the de Rolos well - but there would be plenty of time over the evening for them to be thanked and recognized with food, drink, song - there was even an area marked out as a dance floor.

A freshly bathed Trinket in his very own bowtie lumbered up to Vex'ahlia to rumble and lick her face as the pair finally had a moment to react to the spectacle. At ground-level, a small disc-like device with a large serving spoon taped to it had been labeled with marker as Ensign Stubby, rolling its way between tables and chairs while balancing a large, many-times-stabbed basket of flower petals (with a handful left nestled in its giant spoon) on top of its flat surface like a drunken flower girl to finally bump into Vex and Percy's shoes. ...And possibly the best thing about their stunning surprise? That Peter boy had got the whole thing on VHS.

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Regina looked on while Bo flipped the pages. "Ooh. Bruce Springsteen's I'm on Fire." Talk about sexy, and it did it without being raunchy. "Sexual Healing might be fun."

She took a breath and let it out. "Okay, there's another song... it shouldn't be first, but we need to sing it. It's complicated, but for now, let's just say I have an intimate personal connection to the Snow White story, and there's a lyric in Faith Hill's 'This Kiss' that's perfect if we're singing at Dyson. Do you know it?"

Regina had spent twenty-eight years in Storybrooke with literally nothing to do. She'd listened to a lot of music.

"Is that the one where it's like 'this kiss, this kiss'? My mom was a huge country fan so I know more than enough of them for my liking." Country didn't really speak to Bo like it did her mother. Maybe because it wasn't the kind of music you made out to. "We could sing that too." Easy to follow and she'd had enough drink inside her.

"Yeah, and there's the part that goes, 'Cinderella said to Snow White, how does love get so of course. All I ever wanted was a white knight, with a good heart, soft touch, fast horse'," Regina clarified, and that last drink had been enough to spring a few words free from her. "It's bullshit, because Ashley and Mary Margaret were never friends, but when I look back on it, it's kind of all any of us ever wanted."

And okay, she wasn't going to say Dyson was a white knight or had a soft touch because neither of those things was really true, but he had what she needed and half her heart and that was better than any fairy tale.

"Wait, are you actually saying you know Cinderella and - I thought Snow White was your daughter?" Was she that drunk? She glanced down at the alcohol in her glass. Or maybe she wasn't drunk enough. Bo took another drink.

Regina looked at her, laughed a deep, husky, not-quite Evil Queen laugh. "Have another drink, dear." They didn't have time for that whole story. Not tonight. "Machine's free. What do you want to start with?"

"Mayor's choice." Bo took the command to drink seriously and down a good quarter of the booze in one shot. "Something not too cheesy, please."

"Well, that's Let's Get Physical right out," Regina replied wryly. Not that she had any intention of prancing around in leg warmers and headbands a la Olivia Newton-John, even in someone's imagination. "Moulin Rouge version of Lady Marmalade it is, then."

She hooked an arm through Bo's and hauled her up onto the stage. "If you think about not singing, remember, I know where you sleep," she hissed.

Bo had to admit, she was impressed with Regina's repitoire. "Pretty sure not singing while doing karaoke is one of those arrestable offence" Not that the inn had police by any means.

Bo lifted the microphone close to her lips and started to sing. She could carry a tune, more or less, but it was her body as she sang that probably pulled more attention than anything else, especially when she was hamming up some of the more provocative moves.

Regina left the majority of the movement to Bo and concentrated on pouring out pure, raunchy sex through her voice. She could roll and shimmy her hips with the best of them, but power seduction had always been her thing.

And, honestly, was there anything that screamed power seduction more than voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?

When the song came to a close, Regina handed the controls to Bo. "Your turn, gorgeous," she purred into the microphone, all bad-girl playful sensuality.

Even if a part of Bo didn't want to admit it, Regina was doing a good job. In fact, maybe a little of Bo wanted to rub up against that sultry voice and really suggest to the people watching just how fun it would be to watch both of them in another sort of venue.

She took the controls and suddenly a song came to her. Bo had no idea if Regina knew it or liked it, but it was nice and sultry and she suddenly felt the need to sing it.

After pressing a few buttons Fever started sounding through the speakers.

Hell yes, Regina knew Peggy Lee, and dozens of other bombshells Bo had probably never heard of. And Fever was perfect for playing with Sam and Dyson whose attention had very definitely been caught.

And Regina was very sure that their attention was lost through the sultry, simple anthem to how hot they made her and Bo.

As it drew to a close, Regina lifted an eyebrow at Bo and purred, "I'd say S&M next, but there are still a few innocent ears present." What she really wanted was something deeply sexy with a twist, but she didn't think Take Me to Church was on the karaoke machine.

Regina covered the microphone and stepped close enough to whisper to Bo, "Let's mix it up. This Kiss sounds sweet, but--" She ran her fingers along Bo's wrist. "There's no telling who might kiss whom, if you take my meaning..."

Bo felt the pull to Regina at her touch and she knew exactly what the other woman was suggesting. Maybe it was weird for them to sing together, but they were both drinking and - why the hell not?

She turned her attention to Regina and away from Sam and began to sing. Sing to Regina. And despite the sweet sounding tune, Bo managed to make it sound a little more sultry. Though in the moment, Bo wasn't entirely thinking and she reached out, caressing Regina along the jaw line, sending out a little of her 'come hither' feeling.

Regina couldn't track the exact moment when This Kiss stopped being about Dyson's kiss (which was, awkwardly and embarrassingly enough, pivotal, criminal, perpetual bliss) and started being about her own black magic and Bo's pheromones. It was definitely after "All I wanted was a white knight with a good heart, soft touch, fast horse," but not much after.

Because when Bo's fingertips caressed her jawline, Regina's thoughts of Dyson spilled out of her head and there was nothing left but the wicked urge to mix everyone up a little with magic and grown women kissing like lovers. The magic had just started to leak out by the end of the song, amplifying Bo's pheromones, and then Regina leaned in to seal their mouths in a kiss.

There was nothing chaste about the way they kissed. Regina tasted amazing and when their lips sealed, Bo's entire body pressed up against the woman, wanting, needing to have full bod contact. The party slipped away and it was just her and Regina and the desire to get extremely naked with her.

It wasn't jealousy that primed Sam's attention to the kiss. Or not mostly jealousy. He didn't share well, that was true, but they had agreements and women were fine. Hot, too, but that was a different problem for a different day.

What primed his attention was who she was kissing. Regina certainly didn't seem to object, and he knew she'd been with Molls the once, but as far as Sam knew, that was not an open relationship and what he knew of Dyson said the other man wasn't likely to be any better at sharing than he was.

There was nothing subtle about the way he walked over to Dyson and even less subtle about the way he jerked his chin toward the kiss that showed no sign of stopping, and was showing bad signs of leaking into the people still around. "Am I right in thinking a sorceress and a succubus making out in a room full of people who've been drinking is a Very Bad Idea?"

"All the computes I can think of have unpleasant endings." Dyson agreed, not quite sure how he felt as he watched them. He didn't like it certainly, but it was also incredibly hot.

"The question is how to separate them without getting chi sucked or fire balled."

"On the upside, I just saw Pike and Kashaw both." So any fireballs or chi-sucking wouldn't have fatal results. On the downside, getting hit with a flamethrower really hurt.

"On the--" Other. "Downside, my mother is still here somewhere." And New Guy wasn't charming enough to distract her (which he also would rather not think about, thanks) if Regina fireballed her baby boy. Or, oh God, she started kissing New Guy.

"Maybe I distract Bo and you grab Regina?"

One didn't 'grab' Regina, but he didn't quibble with the plan since it was a sensible one. He also didn't comment on Sam's mother being witness to whatever might happen, though kissing another woman in front of said mother probably would embarrass Bo when she was sober so he took a step toward them.

"You distract, I'll.. do something and get her highness out of here."

Mind noting the subtle alteration of the plan, mostly because it was a word substitution and Sam liked words, he quirked half a smile at Dyson. And after offering the nearly obligatory, "Here goes nothing," he stalked off toward the 'stage' area, gaze never leaving Bo.

There was only, really, one way to do this, so he gave himself up to the inevitable when he got to her, kissed the nape of Bo's neck and turned the two...three...of them so all Dyson had to do was walk around behind them to 'do something' to her highness. Hopefully, Sam's hands running up Bo's hips and snugging them back against his dick would be enough distraction.

Bo didn't have to look to see who was behind her - she could always feel where Sam was in a room - and when he closed the distance and rubbed up against here, there was a moment where Bo's mouth left Regina's in inhale sharply which was followed by a soft, wanton moan. And for that brief moment, Bo was most definitely distracted.

Regina had gotten lost in the kisses, but the instant Bo's mouth left hers, she knew Dyson's presence. While Bo's pheromones exerted an almost inexorable pull, she took a step away from the woman and sought the warmth of her mate at her back.

Even as she did it, Bo's blazing blue eyes pulled at her. She reached toward her, but still bared the back of her neck for Dyson, dropping her head in instinctive (and extremely unusual) submission.

Dyson took ruthless advantage of the movement toward him and the way she bent her head to nuzzle the nape of her neck and wrap his arms around her before turning them both away from the pull he knew Bo could exert.

"Time for bed highness."

Sam watched Dyson over Bo's shoulder, carefully timing his own grind, tug and spin to pull Bo away at the same time as Dyson drew Regina into his arms. "Come on, Bo-Bo, time to take this somewhere you can get naked."

Because honestly, there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell Bo was sleeping without being fucked up, down and sideways.

There was a moment when Dyson came and took Regina - just a split second since Sam had timed the movement perfectly- where Bo felt the overwhelming need to reach out and fight to keep Regina closer. Like Regina was hers. But the split second ended quickly when Sam turned her around. The new direction and the use of 'Bo-Bo' - Kenzie's affectionate name for her was enough to keep her mind off of Regina.

She pressed back in against Sam, feeling his hard body against her own. "Think Molly will want to play?" Because Bo was feeling greedy.

"Not tonight, Bo-Bo. You've had enough girl-time," Sam growled at her and bit hard on her neck and shoulder as he steered her toward the exit. "Time to remember you have a boyfriend who has uses for all of your holes."

It was unusually vocal and aggressive, and if she asked him later he'd blame her pheromones, but he was pretty sure that it was all him.

--

"My thoughts exactly, wolf," Regina murmured, spell broken as soon as her gaze disconnected from Bo's. And to make sure it stayed that way, she reached behind her to put one hand in Dyson's back-pocket (which did very nice things for the arch of her spine, the height of her breasts, and the very clear offer she was making of anything you want, my love), and used the other to flip, twist, and teleport them away.

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