Disclaimer: The characters used in this story do not belong to me. Absolutely no profits of any sort are being secretly funneled in the general direction of this broke as a Joe's fictitious bank account.
A/N: If you read the deliberately vague/silly summary (not skimmed it like a pool boy in a Speedo) but payed extra close attention to the rating, then you're good to go. In other words this is porn but I'll have you know that it has a plot. So if you're 100% down to stick around feel free to report your findings afterwords.
[_It's In The Blood_]
Chapter 1. Razorblade Kiss
It was just lying there but it could wait a little longer, since its chances of making a getaway isn't very likely. The object in question is not a perp in one of the cells or anything important; just a piece of boring mail. Paperwork, all forms of it, isn't new or exciting but it is a part of Emma's daily trade. She would've looked at her sparse postal correspondence sooner, but a few calls came in and they took front of the line status since they staved off any early on-set narcolepsy symptoms.
But for now though, Emma has something more important to attend to first. Her current business is eyefucking the shit out of the last deliciously soft, gooey and, just the fuckin' good shit, chocolate covered doughnut that she pilfered from her only son. Some days she has to get used to the Henry idea all over again. With a shrug that indicated a strong 'fuck it' Emma decides to attend to more pressing matters, her mail (which is mostly likely junk) and paperwork can keep for a while longer. Getting down to some serious business Emma takes her first chocolate hit for the day.
The taste of the doughnut explodes in Emma's mouth and she thinks that the person who made this doughnut has a deep seeded, down right indecent and arrest-able love for the miracle of fried dough. In this moment of what can only be described as indecent food porn Emma is glad her office is a one woman deal. The sheer gusto Emma's applying to her current task is plenty fulfilling and not just because said doughnut has filling. In fact other than Emma no one else would say that mandatory doughnuts are an integral part of gainful employment, except for the people who make doughnuts.
Of course the newly-elected Sheriff of Storybrooke has always thought there's no real reason to play into stereotypes of law enforcement. But anyone who isn't down with the baked goods done right by whoever is responsible for said doughnut; clearly their taste buds have limped off and died. If someone else was present in Emma's office they would be subjected to low volume food orgasm noises, coupled with cheeks puffed out with masticated food that would look perfectly at home on a chipmunk. But mid-chew of the last glazed mouthful Emma's eyes catch and then stick on the innocent looking brown envelope.
The envelope is the only piece of mail in her inbox tray for the day. And it clearly hadn't been mailed but been hand delivered instead; being that it had no postmark. Curiosity now at peak performance, Emma crammed the two small remaining bites of the large doughnut in her mouth and held it there. While she tries to rub her chocolate covered fingertips off on a report she finagled with a stain from her coffee mug that she didn't know spouted a leak from its round bottom.
Emma knows Regina would just love reading around a display like that, since it would very closely resemble a first graders efforts to color outside the lines with the magnificent turd brown crayon no kid likes. In the past Emma might've thought about handing over shit paperwork like that just to piss Regina off. But thankfully Emma never ate any type of glue when she was a kid or glitter, which is the intelligence level Regina would accuse her of if she did stupid childish shit like that.
Madam Mayor is never far from Emma's thoughts, in fact ever since she came to this strange little town her focus has only been on two people-Regina and Henry. The chocolatey goodness that Emma's still holding in her mouth melts and the taste damn near makes her eyes roll back in her head every time she swallows. The thrill doesn't last long enough but then again what does? Seeing as no one is around Emma licks the last of the doughnut's remains off her fingers, which leaves them more or less lubricated with chocolate tinted spit.
After a second go round of licking and now marginally freer chocolate fingertips, Emma reaches for the plain brown envelope. It's got some weight and not because it's got the bubble lining inside; it's marked 'please handle immediately' in what looks like a rubber stamp mark with bold black ink. So with a smirk Emma does exactly as instructed in a comical fashion to amuse herself. To the average onlooker it would appear that the woman had some form of O.C.D with a sprinkling of being 'touched in the head' but that's not the case.
After the nearly pristine brown envelope, without so much as crinkled edge and no return address was 'handled', Emma ripped the end open and then slid the contents out. Next came the remaining chocolate covered doughnut morsel in her mouth that she was still savoring, and a fractional amount of drool landed on the desk, barely missing the contents of the brown envelope. And just so you know the Sheriff of Storybrooke's desk is almost always a mess in progress, but some days Emma puts forth a bit more effort.
But looking past the appearance of the Sheriff's desk and focusing solely on the woman behind the badge as she inspected the brown envelopes contents one thing stands out. Emma's face has managed to form a new ridiculous contortion. In all honesty it would be a fair comparison to say that if Emma didn't close her mouth sometime soon, then with each passing second she ran the risk of it being an exact duplicate to that of a blonde-haired vinyl blow-up doll. Emma's one saving grace though versus the sex doll is she has all of her teeth.
Not too far away a certain Mayor smirks as she signs off on some proposals that landed on her desk. But today instead of her office at Town Hall Regina decided to work from home. Paperwork is tedious but oddly it's one of the few things Regina Mills has patience for. It was just a few minutes past noon and she was thinking about taking a break for lunch, but that could wait until she finishes going over the indelible fine print that everyone should be wary of. Regina may very well be the Queen of fine print in this land, but Rumpelstiltskin is the damn grandmaster no matter what realm he's in.
As Regina adds her elegant signature on the document in front of her the doorbell rings out its toned version of 'I have class and you only wish you did'. It's rather amusing that wealthy households have not only pretentious doorbells but also oversized brass doorknockers that are of little to no use, more for decoration only. The Mayor ignored her ringing guest as it chimed again, in favor of signing her name and then one more time on the next document before rising out of her seat with an unexpected and pleased smirk on her face. Regina also takes special care to leave the chair she was sitting in pushed far away from the table.
Once out in the foyer at the abrupt landing, Regina is briefly tempted to primp in the small gilded mirror before answering the door. But alas the mirror isn't all that capable of reflecting anything that's not shattered, since it's still on the fritz from the wineglass Regina threw at it not too long ago. The Mayor's temper does manifest itself easily and then demands an outlet which more often than not results in flying objects.
Smirk still working it at one hundred percent, Regina strides down the small set of stairs, reaches for the doorknob, twists it and then on silently greased down hinges the door swings open to reveal the infuriating Sheriff of Storybrooke.
"Are you trying to blackmail me now, Madam Mayor?" Emma says in lieu of a boring, traditional greeting as she pushes past Regina; her long, golden blonde ponytail swinging behind her.
The mayor shuts the door with a now wry smirk and locks it, before turning to properly address her visitor who's already up the short set of stairs. Regina finds it comical that Emma had to make sure she got to higher ground.
"And hello to you too, Sheriff Swan. Won't you come inside?"
Regina's sarcasm passed legendary status in a whole other realm, but here in this world it's reached immortal ranking.
"So what can I do for you today, Miss Swan?"
Emma jolts at the sound of Regina's seductive diction, which she's certain is no accident but completely fucking premeditated. And if Emma's going for broke she would say that Regina's voice always makes her a little bit wet, no matter what comes out of her red-slicked, sexy lip scar mouth.
"I got something suspicious in the mail that I'd like to go over with you."
Regina arches an eyebrow while deciding how best to insult the woman in her home. After all Regina Mills is nothing if not a regal vessel wrapped in sarcasm and clothed in the finest wears. Also, it goes without saying that Regina notices everything or more pointedly the brown envelope clutched in Emma's hand.
"Is that so? Well, did someone send you an invitation and you're not quite sure how to R.S.V.P? Is the problem that it's too legible, without beer stains and doesn't reek of Cheetos?"
Emma has had more than her share of low class aimed quips thrown at her by the Mayor, the only difference now is that after all these months she's gotten used to it, expects it. Plus, the Sheriff is wearing her lucky red jacket, which she considers a part of her armor. Said Sheriff is replete with all her other accessories today; painted on jeans, boots, badge and gun but minus a tank top. Because tank top weather came and went and Emma doesn't like freezing her tits off when it starts to get cold outside.
"Hardly, Madam Mayor. It's more like a love note from a peeping Tom. Seen Sidney lately? I'm only asking since he always liked doing pro bono work for you."
Regina's smirk doesn't waver as she moves up the steps from her front door to stand closer to Emma, who barged in and only just managed to stop from making herself at home. Regina thinks that it doesn't take much of an imagination to realize Emma is the type of person who would go through your medicine cabinet while she was using the bathroom.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Sheriff Swan."
"Uh, huh."
Regina rolls her eyes at the menace in her home before she struts past the other woman with sure clacks of her heels, until they meet the carpeted floor of her dining room. As Regina circles around the dining room table she keeps an eye on the woman who has predictably followed her every move.
"Look, there's no need to play games, Regina. I know it was you."
Regina's smirk morphs as she leans down to pick up her abandoned but completed paperwork. Emma on the other hand can't restrain herself from looking down the mayor's white button up blouse that's never buttoned up far enough. The third button always looks like it could go at any time and that would be an awesome event in Emma's book.
"Tell me something Sheriff Swan, do you go around my town accusing its citizens of anything that flits into your mind or do you reserve that type of treatment just for me?"
Emma wants to laugh but she doesn't. This situation can go one of two ways and this time Emma wants everything to land in her favor. Getting the upper hand on Regina has only ever been a five star challenge; one she hasn't fully succeeded in, but this time Emma is going to make sure there's a proverbial flag on the play.
"So you think I'm giving you some kind of special treatment then?"
The perfectly stacked paperwork smacks on the dining table just one time before Regina tucks them away in a brown folder. The Mayor makes no effort to disguise her widening smirk before she turns away to place the folder on a nearby sideboard table.
"What's gotten you in such a bind this afternoon, Sheriff Swan? You seem agitated."
Emma frowns for a second, "Like I said I got something in the mail that's not very...flattering I guess you would call it. Me on the other hand I would call it a bullshit invasion of my privacy, again."
"I don't know what you're insinuating, Sheriff Swan. But then again we've been in this very situation before and it's become alarmingly repetitive."
Regina stalks, because there's no better word, back to dining table where Emma has made her post. Both women are trying to play down the tension that's just suddenly there; where it belongs frankly.
"What's in this envelope is a new low, even for you." Emma says as she boldly gestures with said envelope, dangerously close to the person she's accusing. "I thought you'd given up on pulling shit like this. I mean I can't see you printing this in the paper. So tell me, what's the good of having this if not for future blackmail purposes?"
Regina has to fight to not smile; a real one. The Sheriff has played this little game quite well, if not bit more reserved than anticipated. A worthy adversary is rare and hard to come by.
"I'm the Mayor and I didn't get to where I am by behaving beneath my station."
"Really? Then what would you call this?" Emma says before throwing down the brown envelope on the table. The assortment of four by six black and white pictures slips out the torn open end and reveal themselves like poorly dealt playing cards. "And pardon me, Madam Mayor for debasing myself but then again you didn't have to take pictures of it."
Regina carefully eyes the pictures in question, but it's not as though she hasn't seen them before, she has. There were actually more to choose from but she picked the most titillating ones. Her personal favorite that she included shows Miss Swan with her head buried between a pair of smooth, slim and toned legs that most certainly will never be found on any man.
"You could've bought one of those weekend kits for couples, if you wanted to give me a heads up that you needed a little spice to go with your sugar." Emma says in low, playful tones which make Regina look up from the array of pornographic photographs of her and Emma. "But I guess you think that sort of thing is beneath you too, pedestrian, tasteless maybe? Though you clearly put some thought into this little role play deal, no doubt thinking it would be more fun and yet familiar."
Regina smirks again while she runs a finger along the immaculate surface of her dining table as she looks intently at Emma.
"Then tell me was it familiar, dear?"
"Oh yeah, it was like those first few months all over again but with one big difference."
Regina moves into Emma's personal bubble like she has before. She's always enjoyed seeing those color-shifting eyes up close and the other incentives aren't all that undesirable; not now, not after she found out what Emma looks like and tastes like under her clothes.
"And what's the difference between then and now, Miss Swan?"
Emma can't keep the cocky smirk off her face. Regina is by far the most gorgeous and fierce woman she has ever met, and not even after those many months of the catty bitch fights diminished those insights. These days Emma thinks if she'd made an effort and come on to Regina a little bit that first night over cider, then maybe they could've been in a rarer place now, well relationship wise.
"The difference is I wouldn't ask if the pictures of us got you hotter than usual." Emma teases because this isn't their first time together. Hell, it's not even their fifth or sixth time; it's more like who the fuck is counting anymore. "I mean have you been using them to hold you over during the in-between hours?"
Regina chuckles and grabs Emma by the front of her red leather jacket. The worn leather is surprisingly soft to the touch and there's always been something about it that has rubbed Regina in all sorts of ways.
"In case you missed a step Miss Swan, I don't need pictures to 'tide me over' as you say. When all I have to do is call the Sheriff's station if I desire help."
Emma doesn't get a chance to say anything snappy or even think about a comeback, because Regina swiftly pushes her leather jacket off her shoulders and then she attaches that mouth made for sin to Emma's neck. The jacket hits the floor with a muted thud and Regina starts urging her backwards, so Emma steps back until her ass hits the edge of the dining table.
"You know it's not too late to change your mind, you know about the weekend kit." Emma says in a breathy pant thanks to Regina's hot tongue that's doing all the right things on her neck. "You just might like some apple flavored body paint on me."
Regina chuckles against Emma's neck, "What pray tell would I do after I've slathered your wonderfully responsive body with this edible paint?"
Emma's intention is to pause for effect but Regina's lips graze along the underside of her jaw and that short curcuits her brain for a few seconds.
"Lick it off."
Regina manages to tamp down a moan as she pulls away from Emma's neck. Because then, like a stone thrown into a still pond, Emma's low panting words cause ripples and after a shared look that makes both women shudder there's nothing more to say really. It's a twitch between their thighs and then it becomes pure heat that they both feel to a shared degree. Emma's hands go straight to Regina's blouse and there isn't much work to get it undone or out of the skirt it's tucked into. The crisp white shirt is thrown but it lands on the table behind Emma. Next to go is the front clasp on Regina's lacy bra which gives in without a fight to Emma's nimble fingers.
Emma would raise her right hand and swear to the boy and girl scouts alike that Regina Mills has world class tits. So now that they're bare and out there Emma doesn't bother waiting for an invitation; she quickly dips her head and goes for one of Regina's visibly hard nipples. Regina gasps as the pleasingly rough texture of Emma's tongue flattens against her with a quick swipe. Emma learned how she liked to be touched alarmingly fast, but this Regina won't allow yet and without further reflection Regina pulls away because that's all Emma's going to get for now...a quick taste.
"I had something very specific in mind for this afternoon, Miss Swan. And I won't let you ruin it."
Indeed, Regina made even more plans past the photographic lure she sent to Emma. Today when she chose to work from home it was inspired by a random idea that popped into her thoughts while she was dressing for the day.
Emma goes to speak but Regina leans in and presses her lips to Emma's, but in place of a kiss Regina takes Emma's lower lip between her teeth for a moment and bites down a little. Then as if on command, and maybe it was, Emma lets out a savory moan which makes Regina smile while letting go.
"You have on far too many barriers on for my taste now, Miss Swan."
Emma groans and reaches for the bottom of her sweater and pulls it up off over her head. Emma doesn't bother with worrying what that made her hair look like; to dick with it, she wore it up anyway. Emma has better things on her mind, namely the unrefined joy in watching Regina unbutton her jeans, but then the real kick is the sight of Regina sliding them down her thighs at the same time as her underwear.
"Very nice as always." Regina says at the view of Emma's bare and obvious want. "Now turn around, dear."
Emma obeys because there's no shame in this. If it was anyone else Emma would be more embarrassed with how wet she already is. Strangely though, Regina doesn't really gloat before, during or after fucking. It never escaped Emma's attention, not one single time that Regina takes a great amount of silent satisfaction in finding her like this. Besides Regina isn't all rough, demanding edges. Like now when she licks and kisses along Emma's back as she unfastens the plain black cotton bra and then promptly gets it out of her way too.
"I'm past needing to be teased." Emma groans out as Regina's hands skim along her sides until they cover her breasts. In the next stuttering breath Emma's hips shoot back into Regina's. "How the...fuck, do you do this to me?"
Regina doesn't bother to answer with words; in place of something vocal Regina moves one hand off Emma's breast so she can undo that practical pony tail. Regina loves Emma's long hair down when they do this. At first it's a light tug on Emma's nipple with one hand and then another along with a tug on Emma's hair as Regina pulls the elastic down the length of Emma's hair until the silky golden blonde locks are free. The black elastic band that held Emma's hair unkinks itself and Regina lets it slip from her fingers.
"Lean over and put your hands on the table." Regina says as she leans in next to Emma's ear to place a kiss just under it before taking her earlobe into her hot mouth. "I won't hurt you, you know that. But I've been thinking about this all morning and I can't wait one second longer to take you like this."
Emma's fingers on both hands splay out wide on the table; reddening from pressure. The last thing Emma sees before her eyes slam closed is those damned pictures strewn over the table; one in particular makes her sex quiver. It's one where Regina was using her favorite toy on her and even caught in a still frame you can see it all by the perfect arch in Emma's back, the way Regina was holding her hips. Basically, in that four by six picture all you see is the Sheriff getting a first rate deep, hard satisfying fuck from the Mayor and loving every second of it.
The two of them look so fucking hot together in that picture. Thinking about those pictures stops though when Emma feels Regina slide inside her with no resistance, only to withdraw and then add another finger. God, then she feels Regina's breasts and rock hard nipples pressed against her back. A low keening moan comes out of both women but Regina somewhat muffles hers into Emma's shoulder as she sets her pressingly heavy rhythm that presses along Emma's walls with an unintended precision.
"Oh!" Emma moans but what she really wanted to say was the woman's name that makes her feel like this. "Just like that!"
Regina has to widen her stance because she's absolutely drenched between her thighs just like Emma. But it's not so much the visual proof as it is the divine pressure that's building low inside her. The light caress on Emma's breast is a direct contradiction to what Regina's doing to her on the inside. Emma's ever slickening walls start to tighten around Regina's fingers and the action forces a moan out of Emma that only ends and then begins all over when Regina covers Emma's thundering pulse with her mouth.
Regina's real weakening during these meetings with Emma has happened, bit by bit, and mostly every time Regina runs her hands low across Emma's stomach. The small patches of what she knows to be silvery stretch marks always cause an odd frisson in her. But ever resigned to whatever shit Fate decides to throw at her next, Regina has made her peace with these conflicting feelings the best way she can; limited kissing is the only way she's found she can hold off on the growing emotions for now.
Emma's body has been meeting her thrust for thrust from the start, only now those hips are starting to jerk erratically. Between the both of them Regina is the only one who isn't ready for a climax, not when she's just getting started.
"Shit, I...I'm close!"
"I know. I can feel you." Regina husks in Emma's ear and those now much darker green eyes spring open again. "But not today, not yet and not like that, Miss Swan. I want you on top of the table. I want to see you come for me."
Regina quickly withdraws from Emma completely and instead of a pause for protest Emma's answering moan is pretty much a: 'Yes, I'll get right on that'. And even with her pants and underwear down around her knees Emma quickly hops up on Regina's dining room table. It's not exactly cold under her ass, but then again she's wet and overheated like a car with a busted radiator.
Regina looks over the woman in front of her but not for too long. Hesitation is for the weak minded so Regina moves and yanks Emma's jeans and underwear down further so she can get in closer, back in between Emma's pale thighs again. The fingers she had buried inside Emma are dry, so she decides to get them wet again.
"Fuck." Emma breathes at the swift intrusion and then she reaches out for Regina's shoulders and pulls her in until their foreheads are touching. "Don't stop. This time...don't stop."
Emma looks down between their bodies and watches Regina move inside her over and over again. The feeling is always beyond amazing for Emma; she feels it more than anyone she's ever been with, and that's not just because Regina gives it to her like both their lives depend on it.
"It's not part of my plan anymore." Regina says in a deep husking pant as she drives the end of the sentence home with harder thrust while curling her fingers inside Emma. "I didn't...think it would be like this...with you. I want you all the time now."
A loud moan comes out of Emma and she squeezes her eyes closed again because she wants this feeling to last now too. She wants Regina to stay inside her as long as possible.
"God! Oh fuck!" Emma groans out when Regina's thumb presses down on that one perfect spot, the one left behind by nature for one specific reason. "I want...you too. I think about you...uh, yes! Even when...I shouldn't."
Regina's fine mahogany dining room table has never seen this kind of action before. The only attention it's ever received before was the usual dusting, then polishing with pure lemon oil and of course dinners with Henry. Regina doesn't count the one failed seduction dinner she hosted with a subpar pasta dish. Now though Regina thinks that every time she looks at this table she's going to reminisce fondly about an afternoon indulgence in swan. The soundtrack of desperate moans and the magical exchange of wet slapping against skin fills the room and that's all Regina decides she needs to focus on.
If someone with shit for brains was lingering in Regina's backyard now they would have a hell of a view. The floor to ceiling windows behind the two women would allow anyone with functioning vision to see a very topless Mayor, with a slightly askew tight black skirt, in no uncertain terms fucking the Sheriff. Anyone not already dead would drop on site from overstimulation and it would be from watching the way the Mayor's back moves with her thrusts; the natural movement of her hips into the act. And if that didn't get the job done then the sight of the Mayor's naturally tanned torso framed between two long, pale legs of the Sheriff; who is all loose blonde hair and open mouthed, as she pants, moans and holds on damn well should.
Regina can barely restrain herself any more. Taking Emma this way, being inside her, looking down every so often to watch Emma's breasts moving to her thrusts. The churning tension in Regina's body is ready; she's ready now and Emma's past ready. So it's with a growl that Regina leans down and takes one of Emma's erect nipples in her mouth and sucks. The result is two strong hands clutching her shoulders as Emma's walls close around her tighter while pulling her fingers in deeper. The next result is a loud fantastic moan that is nothing like you would hear in a porno; it's better than that because it's real, and it was from both women.
After more than a few deep panting breaths from the both of them Regina moves away from Emma's shuddering form. Regina has started to notice it's getting that much more difficult to pull away from Emma as quickly as the time before and the time before that. To keep what little composure she has left or destroy it depending on how you look at it, Regina sucks Emma's wetness off her fingers and then focuses on picking up her bra off the floor while ignoring the wet trail that she suddenly feels sliding down the inside of her thigh.
Regina's daring act of defiance while dressing for the day was neglecting to put on any underwear; she woke up wet and stayed that way even after her shower. Emma is to blame for all of it.
"Hey, why did you take pictures of us?" Emma says with a shaky breath because fuck it if Regina hasn't left her anything but well fucked. And shit Emma's convinced she's still going to be wet even after she wipes herself off. "Not that our little game wasn't fun but it kinda caught me off guard, and I was worried for real for a few seconds. I thought someone had caught us, but then I remembered it would be a cold day in Hell before you let that happen."
Regina smirks as she refastens her bra, "I didn't take those pictures of us."
"Then what do you call that shit in the envelope you sent to bait me, huh? Movie stills from an old black and white lesbian movie you downloaded off the internet?"
"An accident?"
"Funny, but would you care to elaborate Madam Mayor?"
"Those images were from a nanny cam teddy bear with a motion detector, Sheriff Swan." Regina answers as she reaches for her discarded blouse on the dining table.
"What the? How? Uh, why would you have that in your bedroom these days? The kid isn't that little and you don't have a nanny."
Regina sighs, "It was an experiment that I tried for a while when Henry was much younger and I'd forgotten about it." At Emma's confused look Regina continues because some people need everything spelled out. "I was going through some of Henry's things a week ago and I left it in my bedroom, it's as simple as that. But it became a quite delicious discovery when I extracted its memory card to see our most recent entanglement in its black and white entirety. So I thought I would have some fun with you, that it would provoke you to do exactly what you did, Miss Swan."
"Wait, did you just call me easy?"
Regina laughs while she buttons up her white blouse or as much as she had it buttoned before Emma's very welcomed amorous attentions.
"I did no such thing, but you are predictable and I was counting on that."
Emma chuckles and hops off the dining room table with a smirk, and then reaches down to pull her jeans and underwear back up over her hips. When she started seeing Regina she knew it would be fun but never this much fun. After the uprising between them was quelled things changed, in all sorts of good ways. Emma takes great pride in knowing that her actions in Regina's rescues eventually made the once abrasive and super-bitch Mayor more receptive.
"You would do well to wipe that smug look off your face, dear."
Emma isn't normally into women but Regina is no ordinary woman. She's certainly not one you say no to unless you're dead below the waist, and besides what the fuck does love have to do with it anyway, for now at least.
"Why would I do that?" Emma says with a smirk that hopefully hides the discomfort of her fresh wetness smearing on the cooling wetness that's in her underwear as she fastens her jeans. "When I know you like how I look all the time."
Regina decides right then and there that those damned Charming genes run too deeply in her girlfriend whether said girlfriend knows it or not. On the upswing though said DNA flaws only seem to only kick in at certain times, but in the end Regina has already came to the conclusion that 'the juice is worth the squeeze' as the saying goes. Like now when Regina is trying to not openly stare while Emma is putting her bra back on and then that tight white sweater, which is the most fashionable thing Regina has seen her wearing.
"Do you honestly think that quality is a charming trait? That I will somehow find it endearing or some other nonsense?"
Emma only smiles as she runs her fingers through her hair; she loves the tousled look, especially when Regina is the cause of it. Emma then reaches down and picks up her leather coat where it landed on the floor and puts it on again. She gives Regina a nice little show which consists of dramatically pulling her long hair out from underneath the collar while pushing her chest out further.
"What can I say but it's in the blood which you seem to like the taste of." Emma says with a smirk before running the tip of her tongue along the inside of her bottom lip where Regina nibbled it, that and she saw her clean her fingers off too. "And whether you get bored with things or not is entirely up to you. I can keep up this charade as long as you need; just don't punch me in the face anymore. I'm not going to pretend to like being the secret girlfriend and the battered one too."
The Sheriff smiles again and then leans in to kiss Regina on the lips; it's no more than a single peck, before she moves around the dining table with a noticeable swagger. Emma pauses at the entryway and collects her badge and gun from where she left them on a side table on her way in the room.
"Bye Regina, I'll see you later tonight for your turn?"
In terms of original ideas this can hardly be considered one. But Regina realized that having The Savior on her side when her curse eventually goes bankrupt won't be the worst idea she's ever had. The sleeping curse turnover idea she entertained for a while probably would've backfired in a spectacular fashion, like everything else she had tried. Instead, Regina decided to pay closer attention and then she realized that Emma looked at her in a very particular way, what followed after that revelation was in fact easy.
"Certainly, Sheriff Swan." Regina says as she decides the best course to remove the evidence of her 'lunch break' off the dining room table.
The sound of the front door being unlocked and then closed goes fairly unnoticed, because after some deliberation Regina thinks that a good place to start will be with the scattered pictures. The wet spot and other such marks will be easily taken care of with the proper cleaning products. Regina gathers the pictures without really looking at them because as for everything else that's happening with Emma and Henry; she'll jump off those bridges when she gets to them or be pushed off them one at a time.
Soundtrack: "Mercy" by Duffy, "The Big Comedown" by Nine Inch Nails & "Take Me Out" by Franz Ferdinand
F.Y.I: The chapter headings are songs titles borrowed from one of the many bands I'm hooked on. You can find out who it is on your own if you want to, unless you already know who it is of course.