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“Henry,” Regina hung her head in her hands, “you can’t just hoist your literature at anyone who happens to be present at the moment.”
Henry gave her a smile, one that he knew would make her go easy on him. “I’m sorry mom, I was just really excited to tell Alia about my story book.” he gave her a slight pout to seal the deal.
Regina sighed, “Go do your homework, torment your bedroom walls with your devious smiles.”
Henry ran out of the room, grabbing a cookie off the counter before scampering off. Regina rubbed her temples thinking about how many more headaches she’d had recently with the arrival of Henry’s biological mother in her town. That ridiculous, stubborn woman, Emma Swan. She was as defiant as she was beautiful, that red leather jacket on her specifically did things to her that she hadn’t thought about in a very long time. No one since Daniel, for sure.
If it wasn’t for the relationship that Henry had with Emma and the relationship that she had with the rest of the town, with keeping them locked up then maybe… but no, there was no use even contemplating that, lest her treacherous body respond. There was no use thinking about anything of that sort, she was the Evil Queen and she always would be and no one beds the evil queen.
Her musings were interrupted by the door bell followed immediately by banging on the door. She was contemplating fireballing whoever it was for such dreadful manners, everyone knew that you should wait at least 30 seconds after ringing the doorbell for a response. Heaven forbid, she could’ve been sleeping or showering.
“Regina! Open up!” Emma shouted from the other side of the door.
Regina rolled her eyes, groaning and rubbing her temples, Emma had proven to be a massive headache for her, every time she turned around, there she was. Kidnapping her son, helping the other people in the city, asking her about the most menial mayoral rules.
“That’s Emma!” Henry came flying out of his room, standing at the top of the staircase, anxiously looking between the stairs and Regina. She cursed the day he’d discovered his biological mother, ever since he’d been more raucous than usual, which was saying a lot. She schooled her face into something impassive before nodding her acquiescence.
He smiled, a more innocent version of the smirk that she now knew to be from Emma and ran down the stairs. Pausing, he threw his arms around her midsection, squeezing her tight for a moment before turning toward the door with a grin. He’d been so distant lately that she almost started crying. He threw open the door, revealing Emma who was reaching for the doorknob. She looked tortured as if she was trying to escape something in her head.
Regina watched Emma melt when faced with Henry’s smile, her eyes lightening for a moment and she held her arms slightly open which Henry took as an invitation to jump in them. “Henry Mills! You do not jump into people when they come to the door before they’ve even stepped inside! Now that you’ve greeted Emma, go back to your room and complete your homework.”
“But mom-”
“Not now, kid. Your mom and I need to seriously talk for a moment.” Emma looked down at Henry, her lips pressing together in a warning.
“See, Emma agrees, homework is important.”
“Homework is important, if you don’t do it, you’ll turn out like me.”
Henry leaned out the open door, looking around before setting his eyes on Emma’s jacket, “I’ll be super cool?!”
Emma chuckled before ruffling his hair, “No, you’ll be uneducated and in a town in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of people who need you to solve all their problems. Go.”
Henry’s face fell a little, slightly stomping his way up the stairs. Regina and Emma watched him go, waiting to make sure that he was actually in his room doing homework.
When he was out of sight, Regina dropped the warmth that Henry had bloomed in her, She turned a cold glare on Emma. “Close the door. And you should mind your manners Miss Swan, banging on my door like the police. Who do you think you are?”
Emma scowled, “A, I am the police. The sheriff actually, in case you forgot.” She thought about slamming the door, before thinking better of it and closing it gently so she didn’t disturb Henry although she wouldn’t be surprised if he was eavesdropping already. Unfortunately for her and Regina, it seemed the sleuthing was hereditary. “B, I’m the reason that your kid is back alive and well, so you could show some more gratitude.”
“Forgive me if I’m not falling to my knees at your feet, savior.” Regina spat the word like it was an insult.
Emma pinched the bridge of her nose, squeezing her eyes shut and remembering to keep her bearing. “Whatever Regina, I came here because I-” she stopped, not sure how to express what she had experienced.
“Well spit it out, I would hope that you didn’t come to waste my time with worthless rambling.” Regina put her hand on her hip, leveling Emma with a scorching glare. She was glad that Emma had the decency to look away nervously. If she wasn’t mean to her, she would have to face that she felt something more than just frustration at seeing her face.
Emma thought back on what she wanted to tell her. It was all so confusing because what did one even say to what she was thinking about? Hey, I was minding my business when out of nowhere I received a vision of us together as a real family, with like hyphenated names and a son and a new daughter? Hey I think that maybe we’re meant to be together because I had this vision and despite your insufferableness I can’t stop thinking about my hand being on your hip instead? How the hell would she begin to ask about any of that?
Emma shuffled her feet. “Well I had a dream.”
“You came over here, banging on my door and disturbing my son because you had a dream.”
“I disturbed our son and yes, I had a dream and I don’t know what it means so I came here.” She looked up at Regina defiantly.
“Why the hell would you think I could help you with any sort of dream?”
“I don’t know! You were in it so I thought that maybe you had seen it or felt it or something?”
Regina dropped the glare, too confused with Emma to be frustrated for a moment. “What are you talking about? What do you mean I was in your dreams?”
Emma took a deep breath “Ok so this is going to sound crazy, but I had a dream and in this dream- not that it was real. But in this dream, we were- well we were together.”
Regina’s heart leaped in her chest, icy shock gripping her heart, was it possible that Emma was feeling drawn to her in the same way? She tried to keep her face frozen in place, but she could stop the way that her brows furrowed at the implications. “What do you mean ‘we were together’”?
Emma felt her face flushing, she was usually a lot more suave than this when talking about romantic affairs. But it’s a lot more different to talk about life with the mother of your son. “I mean it was like we were a couple, a romantic couple, we were married with the name Swan-Mills, and we had Henry still and a daughter.”
Regina raised her eyebrow. Her heart was racing with a mixture of fear and excitement that she refused to let show, “Allow me to remove your delusions, we will not be a couple, we will not be having a daughter, and we will not be getting married. If we did marry, which we won’t, it would be Mills-Swan because I am above you in every way. Your dream was nothing more than a delusion of grandeur, and I am now completely convinced that you came here to disturb my night and nothing more. Have a good night, Miss Swan.” By the end of her speech, she could feel that she was out of breath and flushed from the performance that she was giving.
Emma risked a step closer, “Are you telling me that you feel nothing? That you don’t think that it’s at all possible that we’re meant to be together?”
Regina couldn’t resist taking the bait, she stepped closer of her own accord. “There is no chance in the hell that that’s the case. All I feel toward you is contempt, frustration, and annoyance. I am at the end of my patience with you Miss Swan, do not keep pushing me.”
Emma couldn’t help but notice how much closer they were even though they’d only taken a step toward each other. Regina had stopped at the end of the counter, her body language only getting stiffer the closer they got together.
She closed the gap left between them, looking at Regina’s lips painted a dark red, her eyes lingering there before meeting Regina’s eyes. “If that’s all you feel towards me, then why is your face red and why are you staring at my lips?”
Regina realized that she had dropped her eyes to look at the soft pink of Emma’s lips and she licked her lips unconsciously. When Emma mentioned her eyes, she looked back up, seeing that Emma’s green eyes were stormy and calling to her. She didn’t know that she could resist that call any longer than she already had, she was a strong woman but not immovable. Especially not when Emma was looking at her as if she was being tortured by the mere proximity. “Miss Swan-” she broke off, realizing her voice sounded a lot weaker than she thought. “Emma,” she cleared her throat, “I-”
Emma swooped in, pressing her lips to Regina’s softly before pulling back for a few seconds, “Tell me to stop.”
Regina thought about it, sliding her hand around the back of her neck, stroking the hair at the nape of her neck, teasing the soft strands. In the end, she didn’t respond, pulling Emma’s lips back to hers, making her bend down so she could taste her lips once more.
She couldn’t get enough of how Emma’s lips felt against her own, soft and getting increasingly sticky from her lipstick. They only separated to breathe, immediately reconnecting before thinking about what they were doing at all.
Eventually, they separated, both heaving and taking in the other’s appearance. “Come.” Regina gave the command, walking upstairs and knocking on Henry’s door.
“Come in!” Henry answered.
Regina opened the door, peeking her head in to see Henry working on his homework, papers in a stack next to him and holding a journal. His room was cleaner than usual, probably some productive procrastination at work. “Emma and I need to talk longer than I thought, we’ll be in my room if you need us.”
Henry looked at her, furrowing his eyebrows in the way that she did when she was confused, “Why do you need to talk in your room and not the living room?”
Regina walked into the room, praying that her quick touch-up of her outfit was enough. She leaned down to kiss his forehead, booping his nose, “Because we need to be able to be close enough to keep an ear out for you. If you need us, just knock first so we know you’re outside. And don’t eavesdrop, even if you pretend you don’t, I know you do it.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Henry grinned, circling something in his journal before shifting his focus back to his homework.
“Of course you don’t.” Regina gave him a soft smile, “be good, little prince.”
She left the room, closing the door softly. She passed Emma, pressing farther into her chest than she needed to and crooking a finger before continuing down the hall to her bedroom.
Regina’s bedroom looked exactly like Emma was expecting it to, it was all polished darkwood and sleek accents of black and white. Her room was immaculately set up, not a single thing was out of place and her bed was made up in a way that Emma was sure would’ve got amazing grades in military school. She was staring awestruck at the luxury of it all, yet there was something missing. While her room was undoubtedly luxurious, it was missing a level of conceitedness that she had come to expect of Regina but it was notably mute in her bedroom. It was confusing that there wasn’t anything calling attention to her luxury, like silk sheets or ostentatious colors.
“Let’s be clear Miss Swan, I don’t think that there’s any chance that we are meant to be together nor that we will end up together.” Her heart clenched as she watched Emma’s face fall. “But I won’t deny that you intrigue me and that despite you being infuriating, something in you calls to me.” this much, she could admit, but no more. Her emotions would not rule her again.
Emma took a moment to collect herself before her exterior hardened, “So you’ll kiss me and admit you want me but can’t admit it to yourself that there’s more.”
“Careful Miss Swan,” she led her to the bed, laying down and propping herself up on her elbows. “You will soon realize that closed mouths can be fed, if they behave properly.”
Emma leaned down, draping herself on top of Regina. She lifted her hand stroking it along Regina’s cheek to cup her face, she grinned. “I have a feeling that regardless of how I behave, I will still be getting ‘fed’.” She kissed Regina once more, soaking in the feeling of Regina’s plusher lips against her own, it was an addictive feeling, one that she imagined she could get used to.
Regina meant to catch her hand or swat it away, but it had been so long since anyone had touched her like this, too long since anyone had made her feel wanted in this way. Then Emma had kissed her as if she was the most precious thing on Earth even though Regina had been nothing but scathing to her at every turn. She could feel her eyes beginning to burn as she kissed Emma back with everything that she knew she couldn’t give to her, the heart that was already corrupted. Against her better judgement, she raised her hand, pressing it to the back of Emma’s hands and leaning into the touch slightly. She could feel the tears building, but she wouldn’t let herself ruin the second good thing that she’s had in a while.
Regina broke the kiss, “Don’t just go making assumptions Miss Swan,” she said hoarsely. “I am still in charge of this.”
“And what exactly is this Regina?” Emma relinquished her lips, kissing at her throat instead, just barely brushing her lips there until she felt Regina squirm before pulling back.
Regina fought the urge to pull the woman’s hair so that she could be where she wanted her most, “This is a good time. For both of us, not some fairytale beginning. It’s a momentary release.” She sat up, untucking her shirt and pulling it over her head while Emma was playing hard to get.
Emma pulled her own shirt over her head, not willing to take off the rest of her clothes just yet. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that if it brings you joy.”
“And if it does? As the savior, you must allow me my wish.” she kicked off her heels, dropping them on either side of Emma who was standing between her legs. She maintained eye contact as she unzipped her skirt, revealing her undergarments to the woman she should hate for everything that she had that she could never get. Instead, she was ogling her biceps, thinking about how good her biceps looked.
Emma eyed her thick tanned thighs, starting to salivate at how good Regina looked with her legs bent and leaving her open to Emma’s piercing gaze. She smoothed her hands over Regina’s thighs, feeling how warm they were. Letting her hands travel higher in between her legs, she reveled in the feeling of Regina’s smooth skin, delighting in the way she threw back her head and moaned when she stroked her inner thigh. Gaining confidence, she moved ever higher, her eyes widening as she felt the moisture gathered between her legs. “It looks like your wish is already well on its way to coming true. In the feeling good regard, there’s other things that we will talk about.”
Regina felt herself flush with embarrassment, her body was just as treacherous as she thought it’d be. She was a queen, a feared and revered queen and here she was, her legs spread for the offspring of her worst enemy. What has the world come to?
Emma could feel her thoughts racing as she thought about where she should touch Regina first, normally she would wait, working the woman up first before going for her sensitive parts. But Regina was already ready for her, so ready that she was about to ruin her absurdly comfortable sheets. It wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge and Emma got the feeling that it’d been far too long for her.
Regina put on her best queen face, reaching up to hold Emma’s hair, “Do you want to talk now Miss Swan or would you prefer to do something more pleasurable?” She widened her legs as much as possible.
Emma nodded her head eagerly, stroking Regina’s stomach, dipping lower until she shivered against her hand before slipping her hand into her underwear.
Regina bucked immediately, feeling Emma’s hand brush against her folds. The contact sent heat flooding through her veins and spreading through her body, swiftly replaced with pleasure. The feeling was so intense that she closed her eyes before she could breathe again. Once she acclimated, she started rubbing herself slowly against Emma’s fingers. Every move gave her a shock of pleasure but that wasn’t enough, there was no traction with how slick she was from Emma’s earlier teasing. “Emma, touch me.”
Emma smirked, taking that as her cue to start moving, she stroked her fingers along Regina’s opening, dragging them up to her clit and then down again. She could feel the moisture covering her finger. She used firmer pressure, combating the traction that was preventing Regina from feeling her as well as she wanted. “Like this, Regina? Were you waiting for something like this, worth soaking your underwear for?” She continued the repetitive motion of her finger, curling it when she came up to Regina’s clit and uncurling it to feel the shape of her folds.
Regina had her mouth covered, she wouldn’t moan, no matter what. She couldn’t moan for Emma Swan, the bane of her existence. No matter how much she thought that, she couldn’t stop herself from moaning into her hand, feeling the shocks up her spine from the pleasure. She was doing a decent job at pretending she could be quiet, then Emma slid her finger lower. Her eyes widened as Emma’s finger slipped inside easily with how wet she was. She let out a small moan then, reveling in the small sparks of pleasure at Emma’s exploratory probing.
Emma stroked Regina’s walls curiously, trying to find out what made her press for more and what made her let out little moans. She felt so warm inside, squeezing and releasing her fingers in time with the pressure against the spots where she was more sensitive. Once she understood what made Regina moan more than the other spots, she added another finger. She pulled back, sliding back in with the additional finger, curling into where Regina was the most sensitive. Deciding that Regina needed the extra push, especially since she wanted to try and hide her seductive voice, Emma focused on holding her thumb against Regina’s clit. She alternated her strokes, pushing in with her fingers while she removed her thumb and rubbing it back over when she pulled back her fingers. She could hear Regina moaning with her every movement, no longer thinking about playing coy.
“Regina you’re being extremely loud, what about the kid?” Emma continued, pumping harder even though her wrist was starting to ache a little with the movement. That only made Regina moan louder, arching her back off of the bed and gushing around Emma’s fingers.
“He- I-” Emma slowed her fingers, coming to a pause so that Regina could speak without distraction. “I made sure that he wouldn’t be able to hear us from outside the door, but we’ll be able to hear him if he knocks.” Regina finished, relaxing back into the bed and bucking her hips to prompt Emma into moving again.
Regina clenched around Emma’s fingers, tears coming to her eyes at how good she felt with Emma’s fingers pressing into her, sending tingles up her spine. She was moaning wantonly, in a manner unbefitting a queen, but it felt good to let go. To just be for one moment without thinking about the pretenses or the way she needed to act, to be the one getting what she wanted and more without it being torn from her. This was the one time where she didn’t need to be in control and she was going to milk the moment to its fullest.
Emma felt that Regina was close now, her voice was getting higher and briefer in pitch while her walls spasmed around Emma’s fingers, releasing fluids that renewed themselves every time she thrust back in. Emma stopped just grazing her clit, adding her other hand to the mix. Instead of just focusing on the movements of her fingers, now she could rub her clit with consistent circles. The change made Regina scream, reaching out to grasp Emma’s arm tightly while she spasmed uncontrollably, her legs shaking against the bed.
Emma softly thrusted, letting her ride out her orgasm, savoring every moan that Regina let grace her ears before pulling her fingers out of Regina, sticking them in her mouth and cleaning them until she couldn’t taste Regina anymore.
Regina watched her the whole time, her eyes going wide when Emma raised her fingers to her mouth. She felt herself clench involuntarily at the gesture, thinking about the other things that Emma could do to her with her tongue, the way she could lose herself in Emma. It was devastating, it threatened everything that she’d established in Storybrooke thus far, but damn if she wasn’t willing to risk it all for the chance to feel the molten pleasure in her veins. Even that pleasure didn’t come close to the feeling of Emma caressing her like she was someone precious. She knew she shouldn’t but she pulled Emma into her bed, yearning for her closeness even if she knew it could only be for one night. For a moment, this was everything that she needed and tomorrow she could be a queen and a mother and anything else. But right now, all she needed to be was here, she could allow herself that for just one night.
“Oh Mayor, you seem to have a miscreant with poor manners in your bed and taking advantage of your regalness.” Emma grinned, kicking off her boots before pressing her lips into Regina’s softly then to her forehead.
Regina felt herself melting under Emma’s affection, turning gooey inside, a perfect picture of the girl that she promised herself she wouldn’t be again. She wanted to stay where she was, instead she ducked down, pressing herself into Emma’s embrace, not wanting to get used to an affection that she would never let herself have again. “While I agree with your assessment Miss Swan, I would say that I’m the one taking advantage of you, however miscreant that you may be.”
“And our talk?” Emma whispered like she was afraid to hear the words that would be her undoing or her salvation, wrapping her arms around Regina’s midsection.
Regina stayed silent, unable to answer her, not for sure, when she wasn’t really sure what she wanted to do or what she was willing to do to receive the soulmate that she had always wished for.