A/N - First SwanQueen fic I write, inspired by a tumblr post. Maybe I'll continue it and make it longer, but I wanted to test the waters first with this little thing. Special thanks to cimbetau for beta reading the fic.
Emma opened her eyes, her sleep interrupted by the sound of the drops of water in the kitchen sink. Once, and again, and again. One step, and then another, and then another water drop. Then more water drops, and more steps. Some fingers drumming against the table added to the rhythm, making it impossible for the woman to even close her eyes. Pop. Six. Squish. Uh uh. Cicero. Lipschitz. Unfamiliar voices repeated those words in the next room and, feeling curious, she stood up and walked to the door. It was barely open, and a man's voice came from inside.
"And now the six married murderesses of the Cook County Jail in their rendition of 'The Cell Block Tango'."
Emma closed her eyes, swallowing hard. She had been staying at Granny's Bed and Breakfast for a week—her apartment had flooded and there wasn't enough room at David and Mary Margaret's apartment. The sheriff pushed the door slightly, observing the interior of the room. She couldn't see anyone, but an unknown voice spoke, the song still playing in the background. Then its volume suddenly increased, a very familiar voice singing along.
He had it coming, he had it coming
He only had himself to blame
If you'd have been there, if you'd have heard it
I betcha you would have done the same
Emma's jaw fell open. Was the person singing...? No, it couldn't be. She pushed the door again, until she finally sighted a woman dancing in the middle of the room, wearing black underwear and with one leg on a chair. Holy shit. Emma swallowed at the sight of Regina's bare leg, and admired the fact that she was also wearing her usual high heels. Regina danced with the music, sitting in the chair, spreading her legs, spinning around and making a combination of movements that made the mayor look like a professional dancer. Her dark hair was disheveled, and her body shone as if it was covered in sweat. Emma sighed, trying to control her breathing. I can't be turned on because of this, she thought. But she looks so hot…
They had it coming, they had it coming
They had it coming all along
I didn't do it, but if I done it
How could you tell me that I was wrong?
Emma felt Regina's eyes staring at her, and immediately felt the need to crawl into a hole too. She waited for the mayor to throw a fireball at her, to have her walk up to her and slap her, but instead the brunette approached her slowly, her high heels clicking against the floor. "Miss Swan…" she whispered as she came closer. "See something you like?"
"I, uh…" Fuck, this has to be a dream or something. She cannot be standing there, looking at me with bedroom eyes and in her underwear. Fuck, Emma, look at her eyes—I said eyes, not... Holy fuck that bra is hot. Focus, Emma Swan, focus. "I was just… uh… going to go." the sheriff turned around and started walking away.
"No." Regina said, grabbing her wrist to prevent her from leaving. "Come here." Regina dragged her into the room, closing the door after her and pushing her onto the chair.
"Regina what-"
"Shh." the mayor hushed her, looking scarily sensual in that moment, her dark eyes matching Emma's before moving down again to her lips. "Don't talk." she whispered, leaning closer and finally sitting on her lap. "Miss Swan…" she whispered again, tilting her head, her eyes locked with Emma's. She was dangerously close, to the point that her lips now hovered over Emma's. The sheriff closed her eyes, ready to be kissed.
"Miss Swan!" Emma heard Regina call from the door of her office. The sheriff opened her eyes, suddenly realizing that it had all been a dream and that she was drooling on one of the police reports she had to fill out. "Were you sleeping at work?!" she heard the mayor question, her heels clicking against the floor.
"Uh, no… Well, yes, but Regina it has happened just once and I was already finished."
"Well, when you decided to take your job seriously, go pick up Leroy at Granny's diner and take him to his house, he's drunk again." the mayor gave her another severe look before turning on her heels and walking away.
That woman is going to kill me one of these days, Emma thought as she picked up her red jacket. And I am never going to watch a musical with Mary Margaret ever again.
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