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Friday Evening:

"Miss Swan I will not let my son be exposed to such vile and obscene traditions. It is elementary and just plain annoying."

"But it's fuuuun. Regina, fun. You know? There's nothing wrong with a bit of fun, you should try it some time. Maybe you wouldn't be so uptight."

"Uptight? Uptight? I will have you know I am not, uptight. Far from it really. The nerve of you telling me-"

"Then prove it."

"No." a faint smirk formed across Regina's lips. It was both sinister and overpowering, something the blonde had become accustomed to over the past year. But it still had the same effect on her, ever since she first saw it and then the smell of apples and freshly cut branches invaded her senses. It was that day, that day she realized she would have enjoyed nothing more than to throw that confounded woman against her own apple tree and fuck her right there and then without any mercy. It took all of Emma's so called strength not to look at those red lips, those lips which have been invading her dreams and slick folds late at night when no one dared think anyone could be awake.

"No." Regina repeated and as the sound found Emma's ears she jumped. The brunette continued smiling; misinterpreting the effect she was having on Emma, was one of domination, even though it was that, but in a far more satisfying way. So she continued her onslaught and her eyes slowly swept over the now ridged body of Miss Swan. "No I will not."

"What?" Emma finally found her voice, anger and confusion and perhaps frustration coating it's tone. "You just said that you were not-"

"Exactly, I am not, so I don't have the need to prove otherwise."

"God damnit Regina it's just-"

"No."

"But-"

"I said no. Really Miss Swan you need to work on your-"

"But I already told Henry we are going." She blurted out before letting the brunette finish.

"You did what? Without even consulting me first?"

"Look Regina I don't have to run every little thing by you and besides it's just a bit of fun. After the ordeal with your mother the kid-

And as the words left her mouth Emma wanted to punch herself in the neck. That was the last thing she should even think of mentioning now. But it was too late because the calm demeanour Regina had shown up until now quickly changed to that of ice cold rage as she stepped closer and started baring her teeth.

"Don't you dare bring my mother into this. She has been nothing but civil and has proven to me that she has changed. "

"Yah I'm not buying it. People don't change, not people like her. You on the-"

"Oh don't start."

"Fine. I will stop defending you but then you tell Henry that he can't go Easter egg hunting with his family."

"His family does not consist out of those two idiots, that other person and you. I am his mother too. You know. Did you ever even consider-"

"Asking you to join us? Yes! God damnit Regina why do you think I'm here?!"

At this Regina stopped talking. Emma was not sure if she was imagining it but both her and Regina's breathing was rapid and somehow in their dispute, they had moved closer to each other. Emma noticed this chage immediately however and faint tinge of red spread across her cheeks. Regina spoke first.

"I-I well… that is…."

"A 'thank you' would be just fine."

"No."

"Regina come on. I was kidding. I did not…"

"No. I decline your invitation."

"What? But…I…"

"I said no." it came out almost shrill and it startled both the woman. Emma frowned at this.

"I…ok. Sorry. Did not mean to upset you."

"I'm not upset."

The blonde rolled her eyes but sighed, trying to sound sincere.

"Look. The kid, he misses you and when he heard that we were doing this Easter egg thing, well he kinda freaked out and started talking how nice it would be for us to hang out. And at first I thought he meant Neal and my …mom and dad but no. He said you. He automatically assumed you would be there as well."

Regina sucked in a breath.

"So come on. Let's just be friendlier to each other for one day. Please."

Regina's eyes seemed to change as if sadness took hold of them but she was smiling. It was beautiful and Emma tried yet again not to look at the former Mayor's lips.

"I will accept your invitation-"

"Wow, really? I mean great…"

"-ah wait on one condition…"

"Anything."

But as she said it, Emma immediately regretted it. It was probably the way Regina was smirking that told her she had actually made a deal with the devil. A very attractive and hard ass devil whom she wanted to have sex with. She groaned in irritation as she listened to Regina's instructions already regretting the entire ordeal.

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Up in her room Cora shifted from her sitting position, crossing her legs once more. The chair which she occupied could have been mistaken as a throne if it were not for the modern day attire which she found herself dressing in. She would not admit it but these new clothes gave her a new sense of power and freedom she did not experience in her kingdom. Yes, beautiful gowns had their own appeal and prowess in various ways, but they were impractical and took far too long to be put together upon her body. She enjoyed this world's fabric. How it easily folded and caressed her form, bringing out the curves and smoothing out the crinkles of so called age, though age had never been an issue for her. She looked younger than she was and her body had always been envied and scalped to the perfection she saw as beauty.

She squinted her eyes more in disdain rather than lack of sight as she continued eyeing her night stand mirror. She was not however looking upon her own elegant figure but rather at her daughter and the saviour, unknown to them, who were clearly having an intimate moment. Lips pulled into a thin line as disgust rested upon her features. The way in which the blonde looked at her daughter made Cora's skin crawl and when Regina ended their conversation and looked just as flushed upon closing the door, the older woman seethed. She breathed in slowly as she stood and waved a hand to let the image disappear.

"Pitiful." The word was heavy with disappointment. "This would not do."

As she walked to the room, called a bathroom, she stopped and looked to the side. It was an odd and very crude realm which her daughter had occupied herself in. Filled with buttons to be pushed and light to be rendered to the darkness. She herself enjoyed candle light for its hidden strength and power. But she pressed the light switch regardless and the scalding light filled the tiled room.

She whispered as she opened the tap of the shower, again marvelling how quickly water flowed through the head. The clothes soon melted off her body as purple smoke carried them to their previous occupancy in the closet. She would not stand for any form of imperfection. Stepping inside and underneath the stream of warm water her eyes closed. She had been here a month now, in the town of Storybrooke and in that time she found out many interesting and infuriating things.

"Disgraceful."

Her daughter was no longer in charge of the town she created, which was not the problem she thought it to be. It was actually a good thing. Regina now needed a firm hand to guide her back into power and Cora would be the one to assist. No. What enraged the Queen of Hearts, was the affection Regina carried in her heart for the child of her sworn enemy, and, as blatantly clear in their once more fiery interactions; both the saviour and Regina had sinful attraction towards each other.

Cora's hand moved down her abdomen, trying to use the soap to wash away the nausea she felt of the idea of her daughter even thinking of such things. She remembered when Regina was becoming a woman that she did not shy away from the male form. She rather embraced it and dressed in it, something Cora detested. It was wrong and it was not the life Cora envisioned for her daughter. Being dominant but using male attributes would never give Regina power in ways she needed.

"Disrespectful."

No. Once more it would be Cora's duty to show her daughter the way. To show her what true power meant and what it tasted like. She did not need the saviour, she had her, her mother. Why was her love not enough? Why would she seek such obscenities of love elsewhere?

Cora's eyes opened as she felt the soap slip from her fingers, letting the water wash away the suds and letting her tense muscles relax somewhat underneath the heat. No. This would not do. Regina was hers. And as much as she detested that child, she knew if she took him away from her now, then Regina would not be compliant in the way Cora wanted her. She would be patient and when Regina finally understood that she did not need that brat to be happy, then Cora would crush that little heart until blood run from the saviour's eyes and mouth as she killed her as well.

The woman smiled and laughed softly at this, feeling her shoulders move up and down slightly. It had always been a habit and even though habits were a sign of weakness and routine which your enemies could learn and exploit, she found that it enhanced the fear which she stoked in others when she laughed. Oh and did she ever enjoy the reactions; confusion, hope even relief before the painful death.

Thoughts of a life where her daughter took a more obedient form occupied her thoughts and she felt heat flush freshly upon her skin which had nothing to do with the water's temperature. Suddenly she gasped, eyes closing and a sound resembling that of pleasure fell from her. It was there and then when she felt her own fingers invade her slick folds. A moan escaped her lips again as she leaned back against the shower wall and behind her eyes images of red lips and olive toned skin soon appeared.

Cora hissed as she slid in another, pushing the fingers deeper and harder inside of her. The images shifted into more tantalizing ones. Ones which showed phallic shaped objects being shoved into the olive toned beauty, pulling moans and screams from the young body. The objects would then slide out, coated in a thick slick liquid only to be rammed back into her already gaping sex. More screams and pleas mixed with pleasure and pain would be ripped from the trembling body, now strapped down and spread wide. Tears would stream down the beauty's cheeks and as it seemed the girl would fall apart or sink into unconsciousness from the exhaustion, she would then be hoisted up into the air and would be violated and fucked hard once more and without sympathy. Cora's own hand picked up spread, moving to the thrusts given to the beauty with raven hair. The water steamed, the room seemed to spin and as the older woman's breath hitched, her lips parted in a moan, head falling back and her legs spread more as she now saw those lips between her thighs. It teased her but was not in control. Cora was always in control, even at the brink of losing it, she would take from her captive and her fingers tussled in dark hair, showing the beauty where to keep her tongue.

"Don't tease me my child."

She heard her own voice say and the beauty complied, finding her swollen nub and sucking hard, nipping and tasting what power should taste like.

Cora almost screamed as her own thumb roughly grazed her clit, thrusting without compassion and as she suddenly opened her eyes and looked down she finally saw her captive.

There, slick and naked on her knees, was her little girl, tongue deep in her mother's cunt. Cora moaned, eyes closing again, smirking slowly as she felt herself getting so close. Before…

"Mama, I love you mama. "

"Regina!"

And that was what made her cum, that was when Cora's eyes rolled back into darkness and she felt her body spasm and contract. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving and her eyes open. Gone was the temptress taking form as her Regina and it was only her and the water which was already washing away the desires she had let slip. She stood there, eyes clouded as she willed her body into a controlled state again but she could not get the smell of sex off her body. Her fingers moved to her lips, still glistening in some regard as she tasted herself. But it was not the taste she wanted.

No this would not do at all.

A faint knock on the door outside made her turn her attention back to where she was.

"Mother?" came the faint sound and at this Cora felt a shot of desire shoot down deep into her abdomen once more.

"Mother? I heard you calling…my name. Is everything alright?"

The water stopped its course immediately as Cora closed the tap, elegantly took a towel, wrapped her flushed body in it and opened the door to the worried expression of her daughter.

"Yes my darling I'm quite alright. Just enjoying the…pleasures of this world."

Satisfied with the answer, Regina's worried look slowly subsided and smiled "Yes I do so enjoy the benefits of indoor plumbing myself."

"Yes." Cora replied, eyes landing on Regina's lips.

"Mother?"

"Yes?"

As the older woman's eyes moved up she saw another worried look on her daughter's beautiful feathers. She stepped closer, hand cupping Regina's cheek, affectionately stroking her cheek bone.

"Do use your words my love. What is it? Tell mama what is wrong."

Regina seemed to still be flushed from her conversation with the saviour and at that Cora had the feeling that her daughter had just engaged in the same pleasures as she did just a few feet away in the next room. Something in the older woman should have felt disgust but somehow it took the form of something else, curiosity. She stepped a bit closer and yes there it was, the scent of arousal fresh upon her daughter's skin. It was intoxicating and Cora wanted more. She wanted to be the one who gave her daughter the love she so desired, to bring herself to pleasure, but not yet. Her hand moved up and she slowly caressed her dark hair.

"It's Emma," Regina started "…she invited me to this…gathering with Henry." At the mention of the saviour and child's name, there was a shift in the way she was caressing her now but she continued smiling.

"Go on."

"Would you like to accompany my son and I? The rest of the town will be there but…"

"Sounds delightful. When is it?"

"Tomorrow morning at 08:00."

"Marvellous."

Surprised but relieved Regina then nodded and kissed her mother on the cheek as well. It was quick, to Cora's dismay; she did not linger but before letting her daughter leave the room she spoke again.

"And will…Henry be joining us for dinner tonight? It's Good Friday after all. Even though I raised you Catholic and it seems only prudent to abide by your world's rules and the faith you raised him in."

At the mention of his name Regina seemed to falter in her expression, which made Cora grin even more. The words were not filled with venom as the younger woman would have expected but rather sweet and calming giving her a sense of false comfort. Warning signs were supposed to go off in her head but no. The gift of her mother's compliancy was far too inebriating, so she smothered her conscience like it was merely that cricket which needed to be exterminated.

"No. It will only be us again mother."

"Well no matter. I am sure we will have many more evenings together. I better start getting ready my darling. I will see you downstairs promptly at 19:00."

"Yes mother, thank you mother." And she kissed her goodbye again and swiftly left the room with the effects of the mention of Henry's name still freshly engraved upon her face. After a few moments a small smile formed upon Cora's lips as Regina left to start getting dinner ready.

"Oh, I would not miss this for anything my love."

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Saturday Morning:

"What in the name of mother superior?!"

Snow's eyes widened as she dropped the basket of freshly found eggs. They fell, but seeing as they were chocolate they simply rolled away and were picked up by a nearby kid who rejoiced and ran away with his new prize. Snow did not even notice it. She really did not care at this point. All she saw and cared about at that moment was why her daughter was dressed in a naughty bunny outfit. It was the run-of-the-mill long pink ears, tight black and pink corset with fishnet stockings and bunny fluff tail to add to its naughty touches. Emma thought the request odd at first but she did not care what other people would say. She was doing this for Regina and Henry. Not any other reason, but now she realized she had forgotten to add her parents into the mix. So at this moment in time she stood there looking into the ever growing eyes of her mother and not far behind her, the pail stricken face of her father.

"Emma there are …children and older people and baby bunnies and animals… everywhere. This is no time or place to…"

"Mary Margret, relax I-I…it's just a costume…hmmm not I-I can…Regina she…"

"Good God I knew it was something like that. Emma what were you thinking?"

"Uhmmmm I…wasn't."

"No I can see that. Really Emma, honey what made you do this? Did Regina trick you or something? Because there is no way you would agree to this on your own."

"Uhmmm."

Her eyes widened, if possible even more. Behind her Charming was trying to form a coherent sentence but all that came out were these short whimpers of air and him trying to not let people look at his baby girl.

"Emma, did she put a spell on you?!"

At this Emma felt herself blush. Maybe Regina actually did put a spell on her but damnit she was not going to admit it to her…mom. She wanted to show Regina that she was serious about the situation but yet again the irony of it all escaped the blonde. Now looking down at herself she finally saw how ridiculous she looked. When her mother gasped Emma's eyes suddenly widened and she quickly replied to the question.

"No…Nooooo. It was an agreement. She will come to the Easter egg hunt if I-"

"Dressed up like a bunny whore?"

"Well…yes."

There was silence but only for a moment before Snow started again.

"Why in the world would she do that-"

"I-I didn't really think that far, only…"

The suddenly Snow started laughing, her head fell back and she was practically laughing like a madwoman.

"I know. This is not about you. She is trying to mess with me!"

"What?"

"You know, because I love animals and bunnies."

"Ah…yes…I see but I don't think…"

"Miss Swan what in hell's name do you think you are doing!?"

Both Snow and the blonde turned around to find a wide eyed former Queen standing next to Cora as they passed by Granny's diner. The latter both gave them pause but before they could linger on that thought, Regina suddenly advancing forward, taking Emma's elbow and dragging her off to the side.

"Ouch! Regina. You're hurting my arm."

"I will do more than that you idiot. What. The. Hell. Is. Wrong. With. You!?"

She was speaking through her teeth but the volume seemed to increase by each word, making Emma flinch and eyebrows lift.

"Stop shouting people are starting to stare."

"They are staring because they can practically see your…"

Then Regina seemed to become flushed. She mumbled something and coughed, clearing her throat. Emma however started frowning. She could not understand what she did wrong. Regina specifically told her she would not attend any festivities related to hunting for chocolate eggs if Emma was not going to make a fool out of herself and dress up like a bunny. But clearly she got the message wrong or interpreted it wrong because in front of her the brunette either seemed like she was blushing or so angry that her skin was turning red.

"I will not stand for such indecent exposure in my…in this town Miss Swan."

"Indecent? Indecent exposure? Regina you told me to dress up as a bunny for the Easter Egg Hunt and get it at the Rabbit Hole where it was booked."

"I meant the Easter Egg bunny suit not the harlot bunny outfit!"

"Well excuse me. How was I supposed to know there would be more than one!?"

"Maybe if you paid more attention…"

"Mom…Moma? Stop fighting!"

They both suddenly turned to see not only Snow, Cora and Charming but half of Granny's diner staring at them with Henry right in the middle. Charming suddenly ran to give his daughter his jacket but Regina seemed to beat him to it, shoving her black soft cut blazer against Emma.

"Cover yourself, you look absurd." But if one would look closely it was the exact opposite what the brunette thought. Her eyes were glazed over and they could not stop roaming and touching the exposed flesh. She knew the sheriff was vigorous and looked descent in jeans but she never imagined such muscular yet feminine feathers were hidden behind tank tops and plaid fabric.

When she turned around she quickly composed herself before walking straight to her son. Looking down however it felt as if all her poise melted away as she saw him frowning at her. A familiar dread returned, one which had been ever present in their lives and relationship up until a few months ago. It was something she feared most of all from him: he was disappointed and angry with her. Immediately she wanted to apologize to him, beg his forgiveness, swear she will be a better mother for him but then her own mother's eyes caught her and the words froze in her throat. She looked disappointed as well and unlike her son's somewhat mediocre scorn, her mother's burned hot and cold at the same time.

Suddenly she realized what she had done. She had lost control in front of her son and her mother, the only two people in her life that should matter to her. What was wrong with her? Why did she loose herself every time that insufferable blonde was around but Regina knew the answer. It was because she could not contain her god damn childish crush on the woman standing behind her. It had started off as nothing. Her only concern was making sure Henry was hers and that Miss Swan would leave them alone. When that seemed to become a futile endeavour, she tried getting rid of her through intimidation but it only seemed to spur the sheriff on. Then somewhere along the lines of hate, lust started to creep in. Desire which she had told herself, since she realized she desired woman, was wrong. It was something her mother had also caught onto and reprimanded her for it, more than once. She dared not look at Cora now. Her mother could, may never know but if she did there was no telling what she would do.

She breathed in slowly. Now was not the time for hysterics. What mattered right now was Henry. She quickly looked back at the boy. His gaze had not faltered from her own features, an aspect which she would have been very proud if she was not the purpose of his scrutiny. He continued looking at her, disappointment shifting into sadness on his young face. It broke her but before she could say anything he spoke.

"I thought you two were going to be nice to each other. Especially today. But even after …. all this time you still…" He looked past her at Emma who was also frozen in place and then back at Regina before continuing. "You promised."

Regina's eyebrows lifted in agony and she tried to speak, feeling tears sting her eyes but was cut off by Emma suddenly appearing at her side.

"Hey kid sorry you had to see that. It was a joke your mom and me had planned this months in advance. Look. Me, in a silly bunny outfit for Easter and her all grumpy like the Grinch."

"That's a Christmas story not Easter."

"I-I yes but can you imagine your mom as a bunny?"

This seemed to make Henry smile and he shook his head.

"No. No way. But you look funny as well Emma."

"No kidding."

Regina suddenly felt all the fear in herself fade away as she looked at Emma. Why? Why had she defended her, helped her even? She did not have time to ask as Henry suddenly ran up to them, pulling them into a very tight hug.

"I'm so glad both of you are here."

Again his words almost brought her to tears but she kept them at bay. She would not cry in front of her boy, not if she could help it. When he stepped back he had a very odd smile upon his face, mischief almost.

"Let's play a game. The one who finds less than 10 eggs, is the looser. Ok? And go."

And with that he ran off joining the other kids in the hunt for chocolaty goodness. Regina watched him go and as she felt herself smile her eyes then found Snow's and they exchanged a brief nod, greeting each other. It was short but it showed respect, something that was a rare commodity between the two of them. Snow in turn nodded once more before looking at Emma. Her expression however was different from a few moments ago. Her daughter seemed to be looking at something else and then she saw it. Cora. She and Cora were looking straight at each other.

At this Snow told Charming to lead the others to the hunt and check on Henry. He gave her a small kiss, not seeing the small sparks flying between dark eyes and green. This was not a good sign. Snow thought before she looked back at Regina. A flicker of worry was passing over her face as well before looking at Snow again. Was she asking her to take her with to the hunt?

"Regina,"

It was Cora who spoke. Her words were very crisp.

"…darling I want to see the festivities."

All eyes went to her but she still did not break her gaze with the sheriff. It looked like she was going to say something else but then a strained smile glided over her lips and she looked at her daughter.

"…and spend time with my grandson. We have not had much time to do so. Isn't that right my dear?"

Again everyone seemed on edge but it was soon broken by the faint clicking of heels on the pavement.

"Yes mother of course."

Regina immediately walked over to where Cora was standing, but not before whispering a faint 'thank you' to Emma. It was a small gesture but it made Emma's heart flutter before she even realized Regina and Cora had started walking to the festival.

To the untrained eye it only seemed like a normal interaction between family members but Emma knew something was off. She looked at Snow and then stepped closer.

"I will be there shortly. Have things to take care of. Keep an eye on Henry ok and…"

"Yes."

They looked at each other before Emma turned and almost ran in the other direction. There was something she had to do and quickly.

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