War
Note: Unbeta-ed SQ One Shot. I'm testing a theory on re: banning and things...
The pivotal moment happened after Emma was once again made the target of Regina's anger and frustration at Henry's regular attempts to sneak out to Mary Margaret's place. She delivered the boy home, an echo of the first time she met Regina. Once both women were sure that Henry was back in bed and out of earshot, Regina verbally lashed out at Emma. When Emma felt that the insides of her cheek could only takes so much abuse from her restraining herself, she said:
"I'm tired and I have another long day ahead of me doing inane paperwork that I know you come up with just to fuck with me, Madam Mayor. So please shut up and let me get out of here because right now I could only come up with two ways of shutting you up: I either punch you in the face or stick my tongue down your throat. I would love to get violent with you –again - but I want to avoid more paperwork about how I had to arrest myself. As for kissing you, well, you're so stuck up, it would probably be like kissing a monk."
Seconds later, Regina was on her and Emma couldn't help but moan as their kiss became more heated. When they broke apart for air, they stared at each other with a mixture of lust, anger, curiosity, and competition.
"Now what?", Emma asked.
"Shut up and let's get this over with." Regina took a step forward and Emma met her halfway. They kissed all the way to the study and onto the couch. Clothes were hastily discarded en route. Their unspoken agreement is that they needed only to get the sexual tension out of the way, but the homicidal feelings would remain, and remain mutual.
As Emma bore down her hips to rub her cunt on Regina's, the other woman gripped her ass to pull her closer, as if whoever is passive, loses the game or the war or whatever the hell it is they were doing. When Regina came first, she couldn't miss the passing smirk from Emma who thought of it as a minor victory. In retaliation, Regina simultaneously tightened her grip of Emma's hips and pushed hers upwards to create greater friction; the blonde quickly fell into an orgasm of her own.
As they lay there with Emma partially on top of the mayor, Regina asked between harsh exhales, "who won what, exactly?"
Emma lifted her head from Regina's chest to reply, "I'm not sure. Maybe we need to do it again to find out."
The contest that began that night turned into a war. Both women took every opportunity to antagonize each other in a cycle that included a few days of strained civility after each sexual encounter. Those periods were then followed by heightened antagonism and then private meetings held either in the Mayor's study, or the guest room downstairs.
Storybrooke residents took to flocking to Granny's when both women were in and town assembly meetings began filling up just so they could be up-to-date on their own soap opera. Leroy started a pool on which of the two would end up killing the other.
After one scathing public battle – during which Regina managed to question Emma's effectiveness as sheriff in dealing with some minor vandalism by youngsters which made Emma remark in turn that the Mayor was so uptight that, rather than poop, diamonds came out of her posterior – Emma spent most of the night drinking on the counter at Granny's. Ruby tried to cheer her up, tossing an unflattering comment about the brunette but Emma seemed intent on getting to oblivion as soon as possible. And then her phone rang, the screen indicating that "Vile Evil Witch" was calling.
She let it ring for a couple of times before she finally picked up. "What?"
"You want our town sheriff known as the village idiot and the town drunk?"
Emma looked around to see a certain German-made car passing by. "I'm off the clock, Mayor"
"Your office comes with duties that are not defined by the clock, Miss Swan."
"What would you have me do now?"
"Henry is having a sleepover at Michael's." She let the statement hang there, hoping that enough brain cells were still working inside the blonde's skull.
"I hope you realize I may not be entirely pleasant during this short talk about town business."
"When were you ever pleasant?"
"I'll see you soon."
It wasn't entirely unexpected then, when Regina felt herself being slammed against her front door with a strong forearm against her chest and one hand roughly pushing into her panties. She kept trying to put off her orgasm by calling Emma every word for "idiot" that she knew, while the blonde responded with her own choice of epithets. To both their surprise, Regina came up with an ejaculation of the wet kind, in addition to the verbal ones. She retaliated on the living room couch by assaulting Emma's clit with her mouth while pummelling her with fingers. When that was done, the Sheriff began looking around for her clothes, hoping to get dressed and get out before any more "negotiations" wear her out to the point of making her fall asleep at some undetermined location between the mansion and her room at Mary Margaret's.
"Just sleep here, you fool. What kind of mayor would I be if I let the sheriff walk around wasted?" She got up then and began her trek up to her room. She looked back to see Emma struggling with an alcohol and sex-induced haze, unsure of what to do. "Bed, Swan." She slowed her steps to make sure that the blonde was following her lead.
Behind her, Emma was giving herself reminders to buy a strap-on for the next battle. Or war. Or whatever it is they are doing.