About this story: The first chapter lacks the promised smut. I will deliver on it in a future chapter, never fear. This is a companion piece to Stay. I had intended it end with that one, however, Muse is a fickle bitch and decided she wanted more. I've learned never to argue with her.
Unedited as always. I spend enough time proofreading other peoples stuff to bother much with mine.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my ideas.
It had started to drizzle a little bit as Emma exited town hall. Pulling her jacket tighter around her body she walked a little quicker toward the cruiser. Her legs were still a bit wobbly and she could still feel the other woman. Phantom fingers teasing her and a warm body pressing against hers. Emma sighed, nothing is ever easy.
Reaching the cruiser she opens the door and slides in. The vinyl seat is chilly against her butt, and she wishes, not for the first time, for luxurious
heated seats. Damn Regina and her tight fisted hold on the budget. It was coastal Maine after all, a little heat would keep the town sheriff comfortable as she rescued those curb side mailboxes from wayward Lost Boys.
Regina.
Now there was a conundrum.
How had things gotten so far out of hand in her office? Well, perhaps "in hand" would be more accurate. In Regina's hands.
Hands.
Fingers.
Skillful. Very skillful. Her body sure had been played well. Regina knew how to use all the senses. Hell, she hadn't even had to touch her anywhere but her sex and she'd nearly gone off like a shot.
Emma shifted in her seat, a slow burn starting low in her belly. Dammit. How in the world had this happened!? One moment arguing about the stupid speed bump proposal the next Regina's hands in her pants.
Hands. Again.
"ARGH!" erupted from her mouth.
She clenched her hands on the steering wheel, trying to ground herself. Banishing the images, she tried to run through the rest of her day in her mind. She needed to patrol then finish some paperwork back at the station. Ruby was still there while Emma had her meeting with the mayor.
Emma let out a loud groan. Her meeting with the mayor. The meeting that had just concluded with her pressed up against a wall.
Really now. How did this happen? Emma had no idea about any of it.
Emma's past was colorful to say the least. For a White Knight there was very little sunshine or butterfly kisses in her life. She was no stranger to sleeping with women, but they usually weren't her chosen bedmates. Men are much easier to manipulate and mold into what she wanted. Offer them sex, or the promise of the possibility of sex, and they'd damn well do whatever she wanted.
You couldn't always get away with that with a woman. Women are the queens of manipulation.
Wait.
Wait just a goddamn minute.
"Fucking hell." Emma let her head fall back against the headrest. She beat her head against it a few times for good measure.
Idiot.
Just like Regina had always said.
Failure.
Screamed all the failed foster home voices.
Unwanted. Not good enough. Too damaged. "... leave Miss Swan."
All this flowed though her brain. Everything negative she'd ever felt about herself came screaming back.
No. Stop!
She was different now. She meant something. She was NOT a failure. She was Someone. A Mother. A Daughter. A Sheriff. A White Knight.
A Savior.
She inhaled through her nose and exhaled out her mouth. One more time, in and out. Again, in and out.
Calm returned. She focused herself.
She knew what had happened.
Emma's gut reaction was to stomp back into town hall and demand Regina talk about what had happened. She wasn't sure that approach would work in this situation. The mayor and sheriff weren't known for their strong communication skills. This would require a little more… finesse.
Putting the cruiser in gear she pulled out to start her patrol. It would give her time to plan.
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Several hours and one set of release papers later, Emma was sitting on her couch in her new apartment. Beer in hand she's flipping though Netflix trying to find something, anything to occupy her mind. Stopping on Property Brothers, she hits play and sits back to enjoy the foolish people who always demonstrate their sense of entitlement. Creative license with the editing of the show never fails to make her chuckle.
She knew she was far more self aware than she likes to admit. She understands the reasons why she does many of the things she does. Her sense of self was damaged, but slowly healing. She had a family now. A real family and one who loved her for who she was and not what she could do for them. It was something that made her feel a sense of accomplishment.
On the other hand, her past had instilled some behaviors that were hard to break. But like anything else, once you recognize those issues within yourself you own them. It's on you to move past them.
Emma's feeling of being unwanted was one of the hardest things for her to move past. Couple that with the feeling of being used for sex and you had a little Emma shaped ball of angst.
The voices droned on in the background. Families looking to move to their perfect home. A home that reflected who they were in life. One that demonstrated their successes. It was a bitter pill for her to swallow. But it wasn't one she could blame them for. Half the battle was believing you deserved it. She wasn't quite there yet in her life, but she was getting closer. One day at a time.
That was one difference between Regina and her. Regina felt she was entitled to it. But Emma didn't think Regina truly believed she deserved it. Hell, maybe she didn't. The way she approached things was just so unhealthy. To be fair, her past was lacking anything that could be construed as guidance. She had never really been taught morality. However, she was now conscience of her faults. She owned them. No more excuses.
Enough about redemption, entitlement, and failure.
They had sex.
Hot sex.
Taking a pull from her beer Emma recalled what it felt like to be possessed by Regina. There was no doubt that was what it had been. Possession. It had been... intense. Everything about the woman was intense.
Just for a moment, Emma had felt more than just a conquest. Really, Regina might have threatened to withhold her climax, but when it came down to it she hadn't. In fact, she really didn't tease her as much as she could have. Odd, now that she really thinks about it. Regina had her right where she wanted her. Emma would have said or done anything she'd asked. She had been in the palm of her hand, literally.
Finishing her beer she set the empty bottle on the table. Picking up the remote she turned off the T.V.
Standing up from the couch and walking to the front door, she pulls on her jacket and grabs her keys.
It was time.