Who in the hell is Emma Swan, thought Regina to herself. She was tapping her nails lightly on her desk, staring at her picture of Henry on her desk. He has her smile. Regina spun her chair around to look at her apple tree. She was surprised to see Emma running by the tree towards the building. What did she want now?
A pounding came at her door moments later. "Come in," said Regina calmly.
"What the hell Regina?" yelled Emma, storming in and throwing a stack of papers onto the Mayor's desk.
"Can I help you Sheriff Swan?" asked Regina, still occupied on her own paperwork.
"Look at me, Regina," ordered Emma.
Regina glanced upwardly and stared straight into Emma's angry eyes. "I'm looking."
"Why won't the bank let me make an account?" asked Emma. "Why are they telling me that they can't accept my money?"
"Maybe it's your criminal record," said Regina nonchalantly.
"Maybe it was a phone call from a certain Madame Mayor paired with intimidation," said Emma.
"What exactly are you implying Miss Swan?" asked Regina, standing up from her chair.
"Oh, I'm not implying anything. I know it was you. Why do you despise me so much?" asked Emma, hands on her hips.
"It's not you as much as it is you wanting to steal Henry from me," said Regina plainly.
"I told you. I'm not here to take Henry. He loves you, even if he doesn't show it. And I love him enough to get to know him. I'm not going anywhere," said Emma.
A few moments passed of awkward silence.
"Just who the hell are you?" asked Regina.
"What do you mean?" asked Emma cautiously.
"Let's cut to the chase. I know you know who I am," said Regina.
Emma looked Regina, or Queen Regina more so, straight in the eyes. "And what if I do know who you are, Evil Queen?"
Regina's eyes grew cold and icy. She walked past her desk and within inches of Emma. "What do you plan to do? You're just some average woman with a past."
"We both know I'm more than average. You could say I'm a savior," said Emma.
"Savior? How could you save these measly town folk from a fate they can't even remember is bad?" asked Regina, her stare growing even colder.
"These people are my friends. And they remember a lot more than they used to. In fact, in a week's time everyone will have gained his or her memories back," said Emma confidently.
"If this is true, how come you aren't attacking me right now? How come you saved me from that fire months ago and from the car crash a few weeks back?" asked Regina in a tone that could only be defined as sad confusion.
"While defeating you will break the curse, it will also rid me of the only thing I love," said Emma.
"What do you mean?" asked Regina.
"Henry will cease to exist," said Emma.
"You're lying," growled Regina, shoving Emma back a few inches.
"I know you counted on keeping him if the curse were to ever break. You thought Rumplestilskin had the power to break it, so you made precautions. But I'm here to tell you that Henry will die because time will reverse and he will have never been born," said Emma.
Regina paced around the room. "You're lying. You won't take Henry from me," said Regina, running towards Emma to attack. Emma braced herself and pushed Regina against the wall. Emma had her pinned successfully.
"I'm not gonna lie and say I haven't thought we'd end here, just like this," whispered Emma.
"Let me go you tramp," screamed Regina.
Emma smirked and drew closer. "Why are you so full of hatred? What happened to you to make you like this?"
Regina spit in Emma's face. "Fuck you."
"Oh, is that what you want?" asked Emma as she thrust her knee into the warm place between Regina's thighs.
Regina muttered an unconscious moan but didn't let that stop her mouth from running. "Theft wasn't enough for you? You have to add rape to your rap sheet?"
"Now look who's lying. Look me in the eye and tell me you've never wanted me. To touch me. To kiss me. To taste me," whispered Emma, brushing her tongue against red lips.
Try as she might, Regina couldn't bring herself to speak. But she did free her hand to slap Emma once across the cheek. Emma was stunned, but she recoiled with a slap too. A moment of silence. Then hands were everywhere. Lips were sucking and biting ferociously. Regina was pulling Emma's tank top off and nipping at the blonde's chest. Emma was making distracting swirls across the Mayor's thighs.
Emma slowly inched her fingers until they were stroking Regina through her soaked underwear. Emma slowly slipped two fingers inside.
Regina gasped. She sat up inside her large bed and peeked around the dark room. Emptiness filled the room and Emma was nowhere to be found. She was sweating profusely and her breathing had become erratic. Her brow furrowed in confusion. A sex dream about Sheriff Swan, why? Suddenly, it hit her. Maybe a little bit of her magic still resided within her body, dormant until she sleeps. That doesn't really matter though. What matters now is that she knows who Emma Swan really is. Now the game really begins.