Regina checked on Henry, closing the door gently. How the hell was she going to take the Saviour down? She was already causing chaos around town and of course, making friends everywhere she went, becoming sherrif within weeks of arriving. One of those, Regina thought, rolling her eyes as she travelled down the stairs and out into the front garden, beneath the stars. She pulled an apple from it's stem, turning it in her hands. There was always one thing she could count on, she smiled.
Emma bumped into the mayor as she was exiting Granny's, "Shit," she swore as a little of her coffee spilt over the edges, "Sorry," she replied as she looked up into the mayor's face.
"You really should watch where you're going," Regina replied icily.
Emma shook her head, "I know, what can I say? I'm a bit of klutz," she grinned at the mayor.
Regina frowned; she'd seen that kind of smile before, usually from young women or men who were flirting…or those two girls always hanging around the diner; Red and Belle, she almost chuckled out loud; on second thoughts, this could be fun.
Emma laid down on bed, exhausted. She let out a giant yawn as her eyes fluttered closed.
"Hello, dear," a voice said behind her.
Emma spun around to see the mayor, in a seductive pencil skirt and long, leather boots, "Madame Mayor," she stammered, "What are you doing here?"
Regina smiled devilishly as she invaded the blonde's personal space, "Well, I am here for you," she purred, wrapping one arm around the blonde's neck, almost laughing at the unhidden desire in Emma's eyes.
"What…do you mean?" Emma played dumb.
Regina chortled, "You are a very enticing young woman," she continued in a husky voice that just about melted Emma as she licked her lips, "You smell very sweet," she whispered as she nuzzled into blonde hair, "And so very," she paused, pulling back to look Emma in the eye, "corruptible," she purred.
Emma blinked, trying to shake the fog from her brain but all she could feel was the mayor's hand trailing over the outside of her shirt.
Emma woke with a start, sweating and…worked up. That was weird, she thought, trying to get her breathing under control. She'd had sexual dreams before, she was human, but that one…that was intense. She ran a hand through her hair as she settled herself back down.
"You look tired, are you alright?" Mary Margaret asked when her new roommate emerged in the morning.
Emma nodded, "Sure, I'm alright," she lied; truth was, she'd hardly slept after waking up from that strange dream, "I'm gonna head into the station early though, I'll see you later," she grabbed her jacket, shrugging it on and heading out the door.
She walked swiftly to Granny's, needing her caffeine jolt before heading to the office.
"Hey, Ruby, just the usual," she ordered, taking a seat in the booth as she flipped through the paper absent mindedly.
"Hello, Miss Swan."
Her body tensed and she had to stop herself from groaning out loud as she looked up at the mayor, "Madame mayor," she said, distractedly.
Regina lent forward and stared down the blonde, "You will stay away from my son, Miss Swan," she said evenly.
Emma glared back, "He's my son too, Regina, and in case you haven't noticed he doesn't seem all that enthralled with you. From everything I have seen, I will be fighting for him."
Regina merely smiled, "I promise you, you will regret that decision, dear."
"Are you threatening me?" Emma raised her eyebrows.
Regina sneered, leaning ever closer, close enough for Emma to smell her perfume, which seemed somehow familiar to her, "You have no idea what I am capable of Miss Swan."
Emma's head had gone foggy and she berated herself for not having the last word as Regina pulled back and walked away confidently.
Emma couldn't take her eyes off the brunette and she knew it.
"Some would say it's rude to stare, Miss Swan," that same husky voice sounded.
Emma clenched her teeth, "I wasn't staring," she said tensely.
Why did this woman make her feel like a teenager or some weak woman ruled by her sexual appetite?
Regina placed a hand on Emma's chest as she licked her lips, "I said some people, dear. I find it quite…flattering."
Emma bit her lip, "You do?" she found herself asking.
A smirk spread over the mayor's face, "Mhm, I know what you want," she whispered.
Emma blinked slowly, "You do?" she repeated, not even knowing herself.
Regina chuckled lightly in her ear, "Yes, dear, I do."
"What do I want?" Emma asked, as her breathing became ragged.
Regina bit her ear gently and ran a hand under her shirt, "This," she whispered.
Emma sat bolt upright, sweating. What the hell was that, she thought, standing up to shake herself off. She could feel her heart pounding. These dreams were so vivid, she could still feel Regina's hands on her, could still smell that sweet but bitter perfume.
Regina laughed to herself; this was too easy. Getting into Emma's mind was simple, though she rarely practised this particular power, and seducing her mind was proving to be just as easy. She smiled as she poured herself a glass of scotch. It would not be long now before she had the new sheriff on her doorstep, this time not begging for her son.
After a few more weeks of almost seducing, but never quite letting the blonde get off in her dreams, Regina decided it was time for the next step. What would really set it off though, would be when she found Henry's room empty and that book wide open on his bed. On a page with a picture of her as the evil queen.
She closed the book, shook her head and headed to the playground she knew the blonde was frequenting with her son. That woman, she thought, really had no idea who she was dealing with.
"Kid, they're just fairy tales. Your mum might be…strict, but she's not evil," Emma insisted, listening to Henry rant about Regina being some evil queen.
"But she is," Henry claimed, "They're real. She's got a curse over all the town, that's why nobody see's it except me, cause I wasn't born yet."
Emma shook her head, running a hand through her hair, "Henry – "
"Henry," Regina stormed up the path and boy, did she look pissed off, Emma thought.
"Regina," she stood up.
"Henry, go and wait in the car," the mayor instructed her son firmly as she crossed her arms.
Henry reluctantly walked to the car, leaving the two women alone.
"How many times have I told you - "
"He thinks you're some evil queen, that's why he doesn't want to be around you," Emma blurted.
Regina frowned for a moment before laughing, "Evil queen? What is that supposed to mean?"
"The fairy tales in that book he takes everywhere," Emma explained, "He thinks they're all true and you're the Evil Queen."
"And who are you supposed to be?" Regina asked coldly; hiding her worry, this was exactly what she was afraid would happen. She could not let the Saviour break the curse she had worked so hard to cast on this stupid little town.
"He says I'm the saviour," Emma rolled her eyes, "Snow White and Prince Charming's daughter. Mary Margaret is meant to be Snow White – "
Regina waved a hand, "This is ridiculous, you do know what you sound like?"
"He really seems to believe it, Regina," Emma said concernedly.
Regina fixed her with an icy glare before turning on heel and walking away.
"Dear, you seem rather distracted tonight," Regina noted.
Emma felt the other woman's arms around her and rested her head against Regina's chest.
"Sorry," she whispered.
Regina ran a hand through the blonde's hair, "It's quite alright, dear. Let me help," she said lowly.
"Help?" Emma asked.
"Mm, help," Regina smiled as she lifted Emma's shirt over her head.
"Oh," the blonde smiled sheepishly, fixing a desire-filled stare on the brunette.
"Tell me," Regina demanded.
"Tell you what?" Emma asked, tilting her head.
"What you want," Regina growled dangerously, a possessive hand around the other woman's neck.
Emma hesitated momentarily, "You," she breathed.
Regina smiled, "Then come and get me."
Emma grinned and moved closer to the brunette, but Regina pushed her away.
"That's not what I mean," Regina claimed.
Emma frowned, "What do you mean then?" she asked, thoroughly confused.
"Come and get me," she whispered a word at a time, "In the mansion. Now."
Emma's frown deepened, "I can't."
Regina laughed openly, "Why not, dear?"
"It's just a dream," Emma shrugged, "I can't just come to the mansion, I can't, you'd turn me away in real life."
"If fairy tales can be real, my dear, then what makes you think this isn't?" Regina lightly scratched her nails down the woman's forearm, before jerking her awake.
Emma was used to waking up uncomfortably, the movement of her body jerking itself awake had become second nature. She reached for her bedside lamp and turned it on and stared at her forearm, a few red marks still present. No way, she thought, I must have scratched myself…surely?
But there was a voice inside her head telling her to go the mansion. It would make sense, all of this, these dreams for a month now and they were so intense, so vivid and Regina was always giving her these looks…
This was crazy she thought, as she pulled her scarf tighter against the chilled wind. She'd stood at the mansion door for over five minutes now.
"Well, dear, if you're not going to knock…" Regina opened the door wide enough to invite the blonde in.
"What the hell is – "
"Come and get me," Regina purred, lust apparent in her eyes; sure, this all was a means to an end, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy it, right?