Title: Inner Desires
Summary: Emma didn't register anything, all she saw was the not so stubble way that the raven haired woman added a sway to her hips. She followed the temptress through the black doors like a lost puppy and at that moment Emma realized that she was walking through hell's doors without a care of getting scorched. SQ.
A/N: First SwanQueen fanfic. I must say that this is very fun to write and would like to hear your thoughts! I've gotten inspired by several things (especially by 50 Shades of Grey and The Devil Wears Prada) but I must say that this does not take after any of those movies! Please let me know how I did :)
|Prologue|
The constant click-click of her yellow high heels against the pristine marble floor served as a distraction from the awkwardness surrounding the big office.
She was the last one to arrive, fate playing a cruel game this morning when she woke up at 7:30am and realized that her alarm was set up for 6:00pm not 6:00am. One simple mistake, the stupidest at that, could cost her the chance of getting this job. The woman behind the desk, Zelena, had been more than clear yesterday morning when she called and told her that she was expected at 7:15 sharp, not a hair later, imagine the woman's growl when an hour later Emma had barged through the hall begging for a chance, promising that it wouldn't happen again. Zelena had merely pointed towards a couple of seats several feet away from her desk and that's where she found herself now, sitting on those uncomfortable modern chairs as she waited, prayed for her name to be called.
For hours she had sat by that chair, had witnessed every girl after girl coming out of those big black doors either with tears on their eyes or a shocked expression on their faces, the last one however had managed to scare Emma away. The girl rushed out of the two doors almost as soon as she stepped into them, her face pale and her hand covering her mouth, she merely made it to the metallic trashcan before she easy emptying the contents of her stomach. Zelena had merely groaned and pointed towards the door when the girl met her eyes. Emma couldn't help the chills that ran up her spine, this last incident proving how awful the woman behind those doors was. She had heard tales, several at that matter, of the woman behind those doors people often describing her as a monarch and evil witch just waiting to attack, to shoot away everyone with bullets of your most personal secrets. Others had described her as a siren, a mystical and enigmatic creature that will use her charms and her looks to her benefit and before you caught yourself, you'd be drowning in a pool of utter lust. Personally, Emma had never met the woman but judging by today's events she could only come to the conclusion that the infamous Regina Mills was in fact a creature to be afraid of.
15 minutes had passed after the last girl, and Emma shook her head and let out a sigh. That's what she gets for being late, a self-serving side of humiliation. With a shake of her head Emma stood up from the uncomfortable chair ready to leave today's events behind and call it a day. To be fair Emma was terrified, far more than terrified, she was on the verge of a mental breakdown her mind conjuring up every scenario that could happen when she stepped in through those doors. She was terrified, not only had those girls come dressed as if they were attending New York's fashion week, but they'd been on time, a luxury that Emma didn't possessed. She cursed under her breath at her phone, at herself for deciding to wear a suit and tie topped with a pair of glasses, but she had stupidly forgotten to put on some makeup and fix her hair (which was currently pulled into a ponytail) that day. She scoffed at herself and picked up her yellow purse from the floor, she couldn't stay here any longer, she was anxious, nervous and frustrated, staying here for even a second longer will result in her spilling her small meal like the last girl, but instead of reaching the trashcan she would puke all over the floor, you know since fate was deciding to have such fun with her today.
Without much of a glance in Zelena's direction, Emma walked away from the desk through the hall, passing several glass doors until she reached the elevator, pressed the down sign and waited. Tears gathered in her eyes as she remembered Henry's proud look when she's gotten the call yesterday. Oh Henry, her 10 year old son. She would have to explain that she didn't got the job, that her boss didn't even called for her because of her tardiness, that she stayed there for several hours and Regina Mills never once gave a thought about her.
Emma's thoughts were interrupted by the 'ding' signaling the arrival of the elevator. The people inside were giving her a pitiful look as soon as they saw her and of course they knew who she had faced, of course the whole town knew that those who looked resigned on the 23rd floor of this building had gotten a small taste of the danger, the evil that was Regina Mills. Feeling exposed and self conscious Emma got into the elevator starring intently at her phone, she had to pick up Henry in an hour and sighed again at the thought of her son. The doors in front of her were about to close when a 'ding' and the sound of the doors retreating resonated throughout the small car. Emma looked up and caught sight of the perfectly manicured hand resting against one of the door's frame, a redhead appeared then a scowl and disapproving look on her face.
"Regina will see you now," the ginger woman said before she turned around and went the same way she came from. Emma stood frozen in place, her eyebrows bent in a frown. She walked outside the elevator, barely registered the "Good luck!" a man on his 60s uttered before she was walking down the hall again.
She rounded the corner and an unsettling feeling settled on her stomach as she caught sight of her, the Evil Queen, the bitch, the evil witch, the siren, Regina.
Emma eyes the woman standing several feet away from her, she wore a knee-lenght dress that hugged her curves dangerously, black 5 inch heels that begged to be left on as the woman got ravished in the night, her hair as dark as night reaching just a tad below her shoulders. From where she stood, Regina Mills looked like a normal human being, but Emma knew better than to let your guard down that easily, the woman was a temptress, several mates had told her that and so this woman, this deliciously looking woman had to be treated carefully.
"Emma Swan," the temptress muttered in a low gravelly voice, it's timbre causing Emma's knees to almost buckle and her throat to dry up. Not once did the woman turned and Emma was grateful for it, her voice had already lured her into a state of pure lust, she was sure she couldn't handle seeing her face right now as she called her name.
The woman was talking again to Zelena as she walked into her office, but Emma didn't register anything, all she saw was the not so stubble way that the raven haired woman added a sway to her hips, her behind bouncing tantalizing with every step she took.
She followed the woman through the black doors like a lost puppy, and at that moment Emma realized that she was walking through hell's doors without a care of getting scorched.