Hi everyone! I'd like to give a little warning that this chapter in particular has some rough sex in it. Just thought I'd give a heads up for those not really into that. Although, it won't be the whole story, so bear with me. :) Thanks for choosing to read this story! Reviews are gold.
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"How dare she!" Regina growled under her breath, a rectangular black object clutched tightly at her side, as she marched purposefully along the remaining few feet of the sidewalk before entering Emma's apartment building. Storming up the stairs, her six-inch heels thudded against the wood beneath them creating a recognizable echo that could incite fear into any resident within two floors of the brunette. Reaching the second floor, she immediately turned toward the left and marched her way up to the faded white door that separated her from the target of her rage.
Pounding heavily on the wooden door, she gritted her teeth together, listening for a response. Taking a moment to adjust her appearance and portray a sense of calmness she did not feel, she shook her head lightly to allow her short brunette tresses to fall neatly in place, while using her free hand to smooth out any creases in her tight, black pencil skirt. She grabbed gently at the opening of her blue blouse, moving the shirt slightly to the left in an attempt to align her shirt with the center of her ample cleavage.
Not yet hearing any response from within the apartment, she pounded yet again on the door, yelling, "Swan, open this door right now!" Only pausing for a moment, she decided to rap her knuckles violently against the peeling wood again before it was swiftly pulled from beneath her hand.
"Jesus!" Emma yelled, her hand still on the door knob. "I thought Mary Margaret was here to get it! Calm down!" Finally coming to the realization of who had caused such a ruckus, she rolled her eyes irritably, before gesturing her hand in front of her. "Of course, it's you. Who else would practically beat down the door until…" Before she could finish her sentence, the brunette had pushed past Emma, shoving her out of the way with her jacket clad shoulder. "Oh, come in, Madame Mayor. Make yourself at home." Emma's voice dripped with sarcasm as she closed the door with a bit of force, causing the slamming noise to reverberate off the walls in the living room of the apartment.
Raising the black rectangular object that had initiated this hateful quest, Regina turned to face the Sheriff near the door, asking, "Miss Swan, what is this?"
Emma arched her eyebrow in mock confusion, as the answer to the brunette's question was obvious. She shrugged her shoulders before biting back, "Well, Madame Mayor, that would be a walkie talkie. You see, you press the button down on the side and…"
"I very well know what it is!" Regina snapped.
Not fazed by the anger directed towards her, Emma shrugged again, purposefully feigning ignorance and furthering the Mayor's irritation. "Then why ask?" She leaned her back against the door, the exposed skin of her shoulders prickling with tiny goosebumps after meeting the cold wood, her white tank top doing little to stop the sudden chill. Crossing her skinny jean clad ankles, Emma raised her hand, finding a sudden interest in her nails. After having so many fights with the illustrious Mayor, Emma knew all too well how much the hateful woman despised being ignored.
Regina flashed her teeth in anger, her upper lip rising slightly where her small scar grazed the top of her red painted lips. Moving so swiftly that she practically glided across the floor, she swatted the blonde's hand away, and in its position in her eye sight, she again showed her the walkie talkie. "You gave this to my son as a way to communicate with you after I explicitly gave you instructions to stay away from him."
Looking up into the chocolate brown orbs wide with anger, Emma flashed her a knowing smirk before replying, "And why do you assume I'm involved?" Emma knew very well that she was treading in dangerous waters. But their regular arguments had become sort of a game to the fiery blonde. Of course, she never went seeking out a verbal altercation with Regina, as that would be sort of masochistic in a way. But if the fight, or rather the Mayor, found her, she might as well at least have the upper hand. Irritating the formidable brunette served as a source of amusement for the Sheriff, and finding new ways to do so was an entertaining challenge. Today, however, the woman seemed beyond her normal level of vexation, and Emma seemed wary, but only for a moment, about making the situation worse.
"Well, why else would my son have this device then, hm?"
The tension between the two women rose once again, as Emma weighed her options. This game of theirs, this cat and mouse of sorts, always created an odd feeling within the blonde that she couldn't quite put a name to. As much as the brunette irritated her, she fascinated her. The arrogant way in which she went about her business grated on the Sheriff's every nerve, yet when she was able to knock the Mayor down a peg or two, she experienced a sense of excitement. Had she not known any better, she could almost say that going toe to toe with the regal woman was arousing. As both women had alpha dog personalities, Emma wrote it off as just an inflation of her ego, as getting the better of the sassy brunette was quite the accomplishment.
Regina straightened her posture once again, attempting to appear slightly taller than the Sheriff, when in reality, the two were only about the same height with the help of Regina's heels. Emma subconsciously raked her eyes over the ample amount of cleavage the Mayor presented, biting the inside of her cheek. "Miss Swan," Regina interrupted the blonde's thoughts, taking note of the younger woman's gaze. "Did you not hear my question? Or are you just too stupid to comprehend what I've asked?"
Standing up straighter and removing herself from the door, Emma rolled her green eyes, deciding that if Regina was going to play dirty and insult her personally, she could do the same. "No, I heard you, Madame Mayor. I was just thinking about how silly it is that you're here asking me about this." Knitting her brow together in confusion, Regina regarded her curiously, daring her to continue. "Shouldn't you already know what Henry's been up to if you were as great of a mother as you say you are?"
Brown eyes darkened in rage as she threw herself at Emma, wrapping her hand tightly around her throat. Emma's right hand instinctually swung forward to knock Regina's hand away, but the Mayor immediately dropped the walkie talkie and caught her arm mid-swing, pinning it to the door. "How dare you insult my ability to mother my son!", Regina growled furiously. "You have no right! You-," Emma's left hand had come to grasp the brunette's wrist, but made no attempt to remove it from her throat. Regina paused, feeling the blonde's skin hot against her forearm. She looked into her eyes and saw green orbs suddenly darken, her pupils dilated immensely, a mixture of fear and arousal present.
Smiling wickedly at the advantage this provided, the Mayor decided that there was no better way to make the Sheriff pay than to use her as her pet, eliminating the irksome blonde's attempts for dominance and control, while also getting off. Keeping one hand tightly around the blonde's throat, the other pinning her small wrist to the white painted wood beside her head, Regina slammed her body flush against Emma's, pinning her roughly, causing her to grunt in discomfort. Leaning in close to her ear, she growled, "You will pay for this, Swan," before removing her hand from her airway and biting down roughly on the pale flesh of Emma's throat.
Gasping in both pain and pleasure, Emma's eyes snapped shut, still remaining entirely submissive to the brunette aggressively exploring the exposed flesh of her neck. Her left hand that had grasped at the Mayor's wrist was now seeking purchase in the brunette's black blazer, instinctually pulling her closer. Pressing herself more fully onto Emma, the older woman released her small wrist and allowed her hands to wander across the taut plane of the Sheriff's stomach, inhaling the scent of vanilla, as toned muscles twitched beneath her fingertips.
Suddenly rejecting this nearly intimate moment, Regina bit down hard on Emma's collarbone, deftly undoing the button of her jeans, and sliding her hand beneath the cotton boy shorts separating her from the blonde's hot sex. Without warning, she thrust two fingers into her core, wincing slightly as the blonde's nails gripped angrily at her shoulder and the back of her neck, her scream much louder than anticipated. Emma sucked her lip between her teeth, biting back another yelp as Regina thrust viciously into her ill-prepared sex. Each thrust became less painful than the previous as a flow of wet arousal coated Regina's talented fingers, creating much needed lubrication.
Regina growled huskily into her ear, blonde hair tickling her nose, "Without even trying, I have you soaked. You're just a dirty little -," Strong hands came into violent contact with her shoulders, shoving her toward the middle of the living room. Emma's eyes blazed with anger and intense arousal, her bought of submissiveness gone for the moment. She stalked toward the rather stunned Mayor, hands balled into fists at her sides, jeans still unbuttoned, and hair somewhat disheveled. The older woman swallowed thickly, a tad bit of fear sinking in the pit of her stomach. Or maybe it was her own arousal spiking at the sight of the sexy blonde Sheriff striding toward her, the pale expanse of her neck already turning a deep red hue.
Emma shoved Regina once more, the backs of the brunette's legs slamming into the couch causing the older woman to fall backwards onto it. Before her weight had settled from her fall, Emma's hand grabbed Regina's right shoulder and pushed her to the left, forcing her to lie down on the couch in an awkward half-seated, half-lying position. The younger woman swung her leg up onto the couch and over Regina's hips, seemingly enjoying this sudden display of dominance and control. With a sneer, Emma pressed her shin against Regina's hip, pressing it down into the couch, successfully maneuvering the brunette to lie fully on her back.
Staring down at the gorgeous woman between her thighs, the Sheriff subconsciously licked her lips and leaned closer to the red painted lips below her. She wanted to kiss Regina. She wanted to feel luscious plump lips moving against her own, tasting what she had unwillingly dreamt of before. But a kiss was too kind, too intimate. This was hate sex, both women supposedly despising each other, simply relieving the sexual tension that had been flourishing between them. Of course, she would admit, to herself alone, that the Mayor was one of the most stunningly beautiful women she had ever seen, and that is what spurred her sexual lust for the brunette.
Lips parted and panting, the brunette watched with wide eyes as Emma closed the distance. Their breath mingled between them, green eyes searching brown for something unspoken, the tension beginning to suffocate them. Emma's lips ghosted against Regina's as if she was going to kiss her. Chocolate brown eyes fluttered shut, awaiting the feeling of soft pink flesh against her own, when suddenly, a sharp sting overwhelmed her. Her eyes snapped open once again, pulling her head away from the source of the pain in her bottom lip. Suddenly tasting metallic scarlet on her tongue, she knew the blonde bitch bit her. Shocked at being assaulted in such a way, Regina lifted her hand to wipe at her mouth, cursing herself for displaying a moment of weakness in waiting so patiently for the Sheriff's kiss. In her moment of self-berating, she was defenseless against the strong pale hands that gripped angrily at the front of her shirt, tearing it open, sending a few buttons flying across the room, skittering on the floor in various directions.
Instantly enraged, the brunette released an animalistic scream, grabbing the Sheriff, and throwing her onto the floor, landing roughly on top of her, not caring in the slightest that her knee planted directly between the blonde's toned stomach and her ribcage. Ignoring the pained groan from the woman below her, Regina pulled her arm far behind her head before swinging it back, her hand coming into swift contact with a pale cheek. "Bitch!" she yelled, her own scream drowning out Emma's yelp of pain.
Hovering over Emma, Regina took a moment to catch her breath, her chest heaving in time with the blonde's beneath her, her legs sliding to either side of the younger woman's midsection. Expecting a furious response from the Sheriff after being slapped, the Mayor raised her eyebrow in confusion when Emma smirked up at her, not seemingly fazed by it at all. Her gaze remained fixated on the woman below her as she watched with fascination. Emma slid her fingers up toned thighs and under Regina's pencil skirt, bunching it up as she went, eventually slipping through the waistband of black lace underwear, and pulling them downward. Regina observed as a pink tongue flicked out to wet pale lips before wedging itself between pearly white teeth in excitement, Regina's subconsciously doing the same. The scene before her was almost unreal and she could feel her arousal dripping down the inside of her leg, wiggling uncomfortably as Emma guided her to shift her weight in order to get the underwear off. Emma slipped them off one leg, then the other, watching as they clung to the brunette's flawless skin, damp from sweat. Removing them entirely, Emma balled them in her hand and rested her hand at her side for a moment, maintaining the Mayor's gaze as well as her attention, while she secretly slipped black lace into the pocket of her jeans.
Shaking her head and coming out of her daze, Regina regained her regal composure. Emma was willingly submitting to her, and she wasn't about to let this chance slip through her fingers. Moving her thighs from around Emma's midsection to either side of her head, she blushed slightly when she heard the blonde faintly whisper, "Fuck, yes…" in apparent appreciation of the Mayor's hot sex. Not waiting another moment, Emma pressed against the inside of the older woman's knees, causing her to spread her legs a little further and lower herself closer to her eager mouth.
Nipping lightly at olive toned skin on the inside of Regina's thighs, she chuckled softly as the latter woman wound her fingers in blonde silk, pulling gently. She reprimanded, "Don't you dare mark me, Miss Swan, or so help me G-ah!" Her last word became a loud moan as Emma's hot tongue swept through slick folds, tasting the very essence of the woman she was supposed to despise. Regina's grip in her hair had become tighter, as her free hand searched her own chest, lifting the matching lace bra cup up, and freeing a dusky, pert nipple. She pinched and tweaked it in her hand, rocking her hips slightly against Emma's expert tongue that was swirling in deliciously pleasant circles around her clit.
Watching the woman towering above her, Emma moaned in appreciation at the sight, her own nipples hardening and her core aching. She wanted to be touched, to be roughly fucked, but for now, she'd put that aside in order to taste the Mayor's essence that was coating her chin and cheeks. As if her taste wasn't enough, the sounds the older woman was making caused another wave of wet arousal to soak her skin-tight jeans. Wrapping her hands around the thighs surrounding her face, she dragged her nails roughly along the inside of olive skin, flicking her tongue mercilessly over the hardened nub before her. Regina released another moan, thrusting her hips more firmly against the blonde's hot and talented tongue.
Knowing better than to think that Emma would get her turn if she didn't finish Regina off first, the Sherriff upped the ante, replacing her quick moving tongue with two flat fingers before slipping her tongue inside of the gorgeous Mayor. Rapidly approaching climax, Regina did her best to keep her pleasant reactions concealed, as she never allowed her pets to know the effect they had on her. Allowing Emma to know she had a very talented mouth would only cause a spike in her confidence, something the Mayor could not allow. She bit the inside of her cheek, holding in another loud moan, as her walls began to clench around Emma's tongue.
Doing her best to maintain her dominance, she gripped blonde hair roughly between her fingers, eliciting a small yelp from Emma, before commanding, "Faster." As instructed, the younger woman angled her head back and her chin forward, allowing for her tongue to reach further within the woman atop her. She quickened the pace of her tongue itself in addition to thrusting her chin forward. Reaching her arm more fully around the thigh trapping her face, she began circling the dark woman's clit at a more rapid speed. Biting her bottom lip to hold back a loud moan, Regina squeezed her eyes shut as she fell over the precipice of ecstasy. Emma, wanting to make a good impression on the sassy brunette regarding her sexual skills, prolonged Regina's orgasm for as long as her stiff neck and sore jaw would allow.
Ceasing the rapid movement of her hips, Regina allowed herself a moment to recover from her high, a small smirk tugging at the corner of red painted lips. Emma watched in slight awe and hidden appreciation as beautiful features became much less contorted, the Mayor's mind having relaxed into a clouded state of post-orgasmic bliss. The Sheriff admired how gorgeous the brunette was when she wasn't scowling or barking commands at someone, particularly her. In this state, despite the thin sheen of sweat coating her skin, the small blood smear just below her bottom lip, and Emma's awkward view from underneath the woman, Regina was rather stunning.
Slightly opening her eyes to survey the scene around her, brown eyes immediately found the blocky hunk of technology lying slightly to her right that sent her on her original vengeful quest. Instantly enraged once more, the brunette quickly stood and stepped over the blonde, pulling her skirt down as she stood. She quickly searched the surrounding area in hopes of finding her underwear, but she didn't see them anywhere in sight. Her face flushing slightly at having shown any weakness during this odd impromptu sexual encounter, Regina refused to seem disoriented and ask Emma where she had placed them. Instead, the Mayor's inner politician surfaced, allowing her to portray calmness, despite her missing undergarments and torn buttons.
Buttoning what few buttons were still attached to her shirt and then buttoning her blazer as well in an attempt to conceal her ripped shirt, Regina cleared her throat before saying, "I assume that you will no longer be contacting my son, correct?" Emma, still lying on the floor, furrowed her brow in confusion. The older woman's sudden professional tone despite recent events seemed odd. Even more frustrating to her was that Regina seemed to be leaving without relieving Emma of her own arousal.
Attempting to stand up, Emma felt a dull ache in her stomach and ribs from where Regina's knee had landed, so she decided to avoid the pain for now, remaining on the floor. Instead, she turned slightly to the side, holding herself up with her elbow, asking, "Are you serious right now? You're just going to leave?"
Regina raised her eyebrow, replying, "You're nothing more than a nuisance to me, Miss Swan. And as such, I don't see any need to further prolong this encounter when I've received all that will benefit me from this situation." Taking one final glance around the room and still not finding her black lace, she decided to leave without them. Turning toward the door, running a hand through disheveled hair, Regina added, "Miss Swan, do stay away from my son." Swiftly exiting the apartment, Regina took a moment to assess her appearance more fully in a hallway mirror, not wishing for any of her subjects to see her in such a state. She cursed quietly under her breath, wishing in that moment she had her magic to transport herself safely to her mansion.
Still on the floor, Emma returned to lying fully on her back once again, her forearm draped over her eyes, as she shook her head in disbelief at the events that just transpired. One moment the disdainful woman has her pinned against her own door, her hand firmly around her throat, and the next, Emma is sliding her tongue sensuously inside the Mayor, tongue fucking her on her own living room floor.
Slamming her fist down on the floor, Emma groaned, "I hate when she wins." Biting thoughtfully on the inside of her lip, the blonde tried to devise a plan to display her dominance once again. Moving slightly to her left to relive some pressure from her back, she felt something digging into the skin of her upper thigh. Reaching down, she felt cool metal rings touch the hot skin of her fingers. Immediately, a brilliant plan had planted itself into the Sheriff's mind. Still feeling the ache between her thighs from having not been relieved, she eagerly slid her own nimble fingers underneath the waistband of her underwear. Closing her eyes and releasing a soft moan, she set to work on her swollen nub, smiling to herself as she imagined how wonderfully perfect her plan of revenge would truly be.
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