I loooove me some Swan Queen, they have the most delicious chemistry!
Don't own these characters otherwise they would most certainly be canon.
Nor do i have a beta, so all mistakes are my own, though i think i've caught them all :)
Planning a few chapters, not got an endgame in mind yet but watch this space :)
Comments are always welcome, thanks for reading :)
Buffy.
Buffy the fucking Vampire Slayer.
That is what she felt like. Hanging out in the cemetery, night after night, twitching at every sound. She could just imagine the scooby gang patrolling past where she was huddled against a tomb stone. Emma stifled a yawn. Some vandals had been spraying all sorts delightful things on the tomb stones and statues over the past few nights and it fell to her, The Sheriff to try and catch them. The Mayor had taken great pleasure in ordering her to "do her job" or else there would be "consequences". It had taken all of Emma's willpower to not roll her eyes right in front of the woman, but here she was. Stakeout time.
Because hanging in a cemetery was great fun.
Emma checked her phone, 1.04am. She'd been here since about 11pm thinking that if she were a vandal, planning on defacing some tomb stones, she would do it in the dead of night. Saying that, she'd spent the last 3 nights huddling against various things in the graveyard waiting for said vandals to show up and they hadn't. Emma yawned again. It was cold and her leather jacket just didn't provide any form of warmth from the cold nights air. She cursed her excellent yet impractical sense of style. Mary Margaret would sooner or later catch her rolling into the apartment in the same clothes as the night before and start asking uncomfortable questions. Not that Emma was doing anything wrong, but she would wonder why Emma was actually doing as Regina asked, knowing that they didn't exactly see eye to eye.
Truth be told, Emma wasn't sure why she was doing this either. Obviously it was her responsibility to stop the vandalism, but to stay in the cemetery night after night? Maybe going a bit beyond the call of duty. She could get any number of volunteers to help her. David, Ruby, even Granny... it was a good bunch of people in this town.
Emma's head jerked up as she heard a twig snap. She scrambled up as gently as she could to peer in the direction she'd heard the noise coming from. Definitely footsteps. The moon was fighting to shine through the cloud layer but it was not winning - she couldn't see anyone. Emma started to ease her way through the tombstones and trees towards where she heard movement, picking up her feet to make sure she didn't trip on anything.
A figure came into view, picking its way through the gravestones, mirroring Emma's careful stance. Emma determined that the person was obviously up to no good - out here at this time of night. She started to follow the figure, keeping well back and trying to stay in cover. Finally, she could catch the culprit in the act. She had a brief vision of presenting the criminal, hogtied, to The Mayor. Victorious and justified in her cleverness. Regina being completely unable to criticize her and actually thanking her. Emma rolled her eyes this time. Like she'd ever get thanks like that. Regina had all but shoved her away from Henry after she rescued her son - their son from that mine shaft. No words of thanks, no acknowledgement of anything.
Emma realized the mysterious figure was making its way towards the Mills Family Mausoleum - Regina's family. There was no way Regina would let it go if that got defaced. She could already hear the caustic sarcasm coming from the dark-haired woman. The figure stopped in front of the structure, as if contemplating it. Emma impulsively bolted from her cover, darting across the ground. She slammed into the figure, knocking them both to the ground. A decidedly feminine squawk of outrage rang out into the nights air. Emma reared back, pinning the figure to the ground - satisfied grin on her face - and her heart sank.
"Just what do you think you are doing Miss Swan?"
Looking up at her was enraged brown eyes, bared perfect white teeth and flawless pale skin. Regina fucking Mills. She was straddling Regina fucking Mills. Brain finally engaging, Emma's mouth fell open. No words. No words were willing to appear. Fuck. Anything Emma, anything to justify this.
"Ehhh, Madame Mayor. I thought you... were the bad guy," Emma finished, eyes wide. The bad guy? For fucks sake Emma. "Clearly, Miss Swan i am NOT," spat the furious brunette, "Now kindly stop holding me down like the incompetent neanderthal you are, my jacket is getting dirty." Emma scrambled back off the woman, grabbing her hand to help her up. Regina shook off the proffered hand with a sigh of disgust and got to her feet. She dusted dirt off her jacket and ran a hand through her hair. "Miss Swan. If you could kindly do your job instead of tackling helpless women to the ground like some kind of perverted beast that would be of great help to this town and to the safety of its residents," The Mayor snarked, satisfied that she was once again, flawless.
Emma's eyebrows rose, "Are you joking Regina, its dark and you are wandering about in the middle of the night, who else was i supposed to think it was?" Anger bloomed in the Blonde's chest, the audacity, the rudeness, the absolute ungratefulness of The Mayor set her blood burning. The moon decided to announce its victory over the cloud and flooded the clearing, bathing everything in an ethereal sheen. The two women moved closer, their anger palpable in the cold air.
"It is not my fault, Miss Swan, that you are incompetent enough to have not caught the culprits already. I was doing your job for you, since there is no doubt you've not been doing enough," Regina sneered at The Sheriff, getting in her face. "You are useless, not even able to catch a mere vandal, no doubt of a similar IQ to yourself."
Regina was roughly shoved backwards, colliding with the door of the Mausoleum, before an enraged Blonde followed. She tried to move away but arms slammed into the surface behind on both sides, blocking any escape. "That. Is. Enough." Emma growled, her body pushed up against the infuriating woman, pinning her. Regina's lips twisted into a smirk, knowing she had successfully pushed the Blonde's buttons. Both women were breathing heavily from their angry exchange. The moonlight illuminated The Mayors flushed cheeks, her parted lips. Emma started when a bolt of arousal shot through her, realizing their position. Brown eyes met stormy blue in realization. Regina let out a rich laugh, "Oh Miss Swan, i didn't know you were that way inclined!" The brunette raised her hands to Emma's stomach, slipping inside her jacket. Emma's eyes closed and she inhaled sharply as fingers began to trace circles on her abdomen. "My dear, what a position to be in," Regina whispered, "i bet you wish it was you being held against your will, powerless against anothers actions... or is it just me that makes you quiver." Emma's eyes snapped open at that last word, clamping down on the moan that was threatening to escape. She thrust herself away from The Mayor and fled, not stopping til she was back at her bug. Her body burned from running all the way, that's what she told herself. Not because she was unbearably aroused. By Regina fucking Mills.
This was not good.