Addicted
Part 1
She was poisoned. She knew she was but she didn't want to be cured. She was well aware that it was the most addictive and dangerous of all poisons – she could probably get killed, in the end – but it was also the most delicious thing she ever tasted.
Unlike the fairytale, that poison wasn't an apple. It had the shape of a dark-haired woman, well know to be the mayor of Storybrooke: Regina Mills. Regina was the poisoned apple.
Everything she was was intoxicating. Her well-proportioned body; her rosy lips; her twisted mind; her dark heart (if she ever had one) and her even darker soul. Emma knew Regina was evil. She was probably really the Evil Queen from Henry's book but for an unknown reason, the Sheriff couldn't stay away.
She didn't know how or when it all began. One morning, she woke up in an unknown bedroom, in a bed that wasn't hers. She opened her eyes and instinctively looked out the window. The sun wasn't up yet so she had probably slept only a couple of hours. The she turned her head of found her son's adoptive mother starring at her, patiently waiting for her to properly wake up. Emma had to admit that the woman next to her was beautiful with no makeup on her face, hair still messy, the skin on her naked shoulder looking so damn soft …
Naked shoulder …
The blond lifted the thin sheet covering Regina's body, took a look a it then looked at her own. They were both completely naked. Oh shit…
She sat up, not caring about the fact that she was bare-breast in front of the woman that wanted nothing more than to see her out of her town, and saw their clothes scattered around the Mayor's room. She looked again at Regina and did the only thing that her conscience told her to: she ran. Grabbed her clothes, dressed up as quick as she could and ran out of the room. Ran out of the house.
Laying on the bed, the brunette watched her in silence the whole time. When she heard the front door slammed, she got up and went to the window, a small look of hurt on her face, to see the yellow Bug disappear, the driver going as fast as she could from the one mistake she couldn't promise herself she wouldn't do again.