A/N: I know this story may come off a bit weird, but give it a chance anyway, please. There's not going to be any mention of the curse for now, fair warning. Swan Queen, obviously. Thank to MaFan for beta-reading this and pretty please review and tell me what you think! Btw, the drawing belongs to me, meaning that you can't use it without permission. It took many hours.
All that they ever do is fight and fuck with equal passion. The scar of evil has been burned to deeply inside Regina that she can't let herself go, can't let herself lose control. And fighting and pushing back makes her feel that she's taking control. The feeling of vocally crushing someone and their self-esteem is like having psychological power over someone. And if there's something that Regina loves, its power. Just like when she feels her fingers burning deep inside Emma, fucking her hard, having complete control over her release, having physical control over her body and her pleasure. That for her feels like power. The problem comes whenever that Emma wants to stay in her arms afterward, when she wants to show her affection, wants to send her flowers, when she wants to stop fighting at all. Whenever Emma tells her that she wants to stay with her, hold her, be a family, flirt and date and be in a relationship; that's when it becomes difficult for her. She likes control. But being in a loving and giving relationship requires the ability to let go of yourself and give control and trust to the other person, just as it requires the ability to help and take responsibility over the person in a giving, loving and kind way. Not in a controlling, dictating and destroying way, and Regina has never seen herself capable of such thing. Not since Daniel.
But this time it was different. Even though it was many years ago that Daniel died, she still remembered it. Her love. Her hurt. But this was nothing like it. Emma wasn't Daniel. And this time it wasn't as easy. Nothing ever just came to her like it used to, she constantly had to work on it. There was no doubt that Emma was going to make it easy for her, but the thing is, the problem wasn't with Emma; it was with herself. Emma was soft and kind, edgy and experimental, full of life and happiness, full of love and care for both her and their son. Regina remembered the first time they kissed.
It was getting closer and closer to Christmas and the tension was building between the two women. Regina was insisting that she wanted to celebrate the holiday alone with Henry, while Emma really wanted to take him home to herself with Mary Margaret and spend the day with family and friends. Throw a small party or something like that.
It was a Wednesday afternoon, just like any other. The only difference was that this Wednesday Regina had finally given in to let Henry spend some time with Emma and Mary Margaret. It gave her more time to do her own work without interruption, and perhaps for Henry to get a better relationship to his teacher wouldn't harm his grades, no matter Regina thought of her. So you could only imagine the shock when a tall blonde woman with tight black jeans and a red leather jacket, suddenly knocked on her door.
"Ms. Swan. What can I help you with? Is there problems with Henry?"
"No, not at all. I just wanted to pick up some of his stuff and maybe even get a fair chance to speak to you."
Regina let her eyes wander over Emma's body, trying her best to not want to rip her to pieces and send her to the moon in anger. Deciding that it probably wouldn't be the best idea, she slowly stepped aside to welcome the blonde into her house with a fake smile plastered across her lips.
"Ms. Swan, I can assure that if this is about Christmas again-" Regina started after closing her door behind them only to be cut off.
"I really think that he should come over! Just for a couple of hours. Have fun, see his family-"
"I'm his family!" Regina retorted. There was still no way in hell that that perky little blonde with her false charm and too tight pants was going to waltz in here and try and steal her son away from her!
"Well, I'm his family too, whether you like it or not!" Emma stepped closer to the brunette who was still standing by the front door. "And why do you always have to make things so difficult!"
"So now I'm the one making things difficult? Because if I remember correctly, I wasn't the one showing up unannounced, demanding Henry on our holiday like some crazy bitch!" Regina stepped closer as well, matching the blonde.
"And if I remember correctly, it was very same boy who showed up at my doorstep in Boston wanting to get away from you." Emma poked Regina above her chest with her finger to try and make a point.
"If you had wanted Henry in your life you wouldn't have given him up for adoption in the first place! That was your fault, Miss Swan! Not mine!" Regina spit venomously at her, stepping impossibly close to her blonde, letting her own eyes roam over Emma's face in hatred, while her heart started beating like crazy as she got closer still. So many feelings seemed to be stirring inside, it was impossible to keep track.
"All I want is to make sure that he's okay! I have absolutely no interest in being his 'mom'!" She was completely losing it, lost in anger and seduced by the sharpness of Regina's expensive perfume and the closeness of the other woman, making her heart beat with even more frustration.
"Well may I ask you then, about what you're doing standing in my house? You don't need my permission to leave this town, if that's what you came for?" Regina saw the mixed emotions in the blonde's flickering dark eyes and prayed that she could use it to her advantage and win the argument.
"You know what?!" Emma started, but suddenly couldn't find the words, as Regina once more stepped forwards, making the blonde blush, their breaths tangling, lips practically hovering over one another.
"What?" Regina's voice was low and daring, not really helping Emma's composure in the slightest.
Their eyes sought each other in a silent fight as Emma tried to think of something clever, but failing miserably due to the feel of Regina this close to her. She didn't know whether she wanted to strangle her and kiss her senseless.
"God!" Emma breathed, as she finally couldn't take it anymore, shoving the mayor rather roughly back against the closed door. Looking deeply into her eyes, seeking some sort of permission, she stopped for a second. But never truly finding her answer, she launched forward anyways, her lips meeting Regina's in a brutal kiss.
At first Regina was completely taken aback, not really knowing what to do, before she herself leaned forward, kissing her back with just as much power and passion. Tongues danced for dominance as both their mind were clouded with lust. It was only when Regina felt Emma's hand on the hem of her shirt that she finally snapped back into realization, pushing her violently back, before slapping her harshly across her cheek, making Emma stumble backwards.
Emma briefly looked at the mayor. Her face was flushed; lips slightly parted looking at her like she was absolutely crazy. After standing still for a second, Emma finally moved forward, her shoulder intentionally crashing into Regina's' as she roughly opened the front door and slammed it after her with so much power, you should think that it would break.
Left behind, stood a rather confused and senseless Regina, still trying to calm her breath and rapidly beating heart while continuously trying to wrap her mind around what had just happened, only to come up blank.