Regina woke up some combination of angry and aroused, just like she had for the past month.
"Dammit, Miss Swan," she muttered.
It wasn't the blonde's fault, per say, but Regina blamed her anyways.
The woman was just so...infuriating. But also understanding and kind and the only person who had truly challenged her in a while.
Since they'd begun their magic lessons some of the tension that had existed before the curse broke had come back. Apparently the princess could only access her magic if the former Evil Queen antagonized her.
It hadn't exactly been difficult.
It had, however, reawakened the desires that the queen so badly wanted to remain sleeping.
Regina sighed, trying to ignore the throbbing in her core and fall back asleep.
There was something so invigorating about intellectually sparring with the sheriff. And as ridiculous as it was Regina couldn't help the arousal that coursed through her when Emma glared at her.
Unbidden, memories of her dream floated through her mind. Being pinned up against the wall, the sheriff's hands groping at her roughly before finally cupping her center.
Regina shivered.
"Dammit, Miss Swan!"