TITLE: Cold Hard Bitch
AUTHOR: sandcastlemaker/ the evil swan
RATING: M/E
SUMMARY: Prompt: "Regina sees Emma masturbating through her mirror. Post curse-break. Regina has Magic".Smutty goodness ahead! Not quite a one-shot, sort of a drabble, but not a full story either. This was a prompt given to me by iatethepoisonedapple, doubly inspired by a graphic I saw on Instagram, bound and gagged by the very awesome song "Cold Hard Bitch" by Jet.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Once Upon A Time (unfortunately) nor do I have the rights to the characters in this fic (sadly) because damn if I did, there would be hella more eye-sex between Emma Swan and Regina Mills – so much so that subtext would undoubtedly become maintext. But I appreciate the writers and their show immensely (and things like #BIRDSofaSWEATER DAY), which is why I haven't killed myself from SwanQueen sexual frustration.Yet.
"Cold hard bitch; just a kiss on the lips and I was on my knees – I'm waiting, give me." I highly suggest that if you've never heard it, you either listen to this song before, during, or after reading this fic. Suggested with LOVE dearies, with love! But really, listen to the song, and the lyrics. Thank you. LOVE!
COLD HARD BITCH
by sandcastlemaker
God, she had always loved when they fought. Well, truthfully, it could be stressful at times because Emma was pretty certain that nothing truly carnal would ever result from their outrageous and salacious bickering, but it never failed that she was always left deeply aroused after one of her heated arguments with the decidedly tense Mayor. Regina was no less affected by their impassioned outbursts, but she strictly refused to admit it, even to herself.
Today was no exception.
"And that, Miss Swan, is non-negotiable!"
The brunette steeled her flickering dark brown eyes before shoving past Emma on her way out of the Sheriff's Station. She threw a threatening glare over her shoulder as she walked, to further emphasize her point.
Emma narrowed her eyes and raced after her with conviction, but words failed to leave her lips before the brunette slammed the door shut, nearly nicking the blonde's nose. She angrily slapped her open palm onto the door frame, wishing her knuckles could make contact with that contrite, smug smirk on the Mayor's face instead.
"Damn that sexy bitch." Emma muttered under her breath, returning to her desk. Now she was all fired up, and she still had two hours before her work day was officially over, so there really was nothing she could do about it.
"I'm going to kill that domineering little tramp one of these days," she snarled to herself as she grabbed her coffee mug and downed the last of it's contents, trying to ignore the low murmur between her legs.
"That is, if her un-fucking-believable body doesn't torture me unconscious first." She threw her long curls over her shoulder while glaring into oblivion.
"Bitch."
Regina threw the door to her mansion open so hard it nearly came back at her. She lifted a dainty hand as she stepped inside the brightly lit foyer, the door seeming to close on it's own behind her. A dramatic huff escaped her lips as she began pacing up and down the hallway, muttering to herself as red heels clicked viciously across the polished wood.
"That blonde brat is so infuriating!" she exclaimed aloud to herself. "I swear if we were in the Enchanted Forrest I would hoist her up a flag pole by her fingers and let the crows peck out her eyeballs."
She stopped on a dime and swiveled gracefully on the ball of one foot like a ballerina, caught by her reflection.
"Mirror, show me the Swan," she commanded, marching toward the gold framed glass on the wall.
A murky image of the blonde rippled into fruition on the smooth surface before her, showing the Sheriff still griping to herself under her breath as she walked to her yellow bug and shoved the keys into the ignition. Regina snorted to herself in semi-disgust, but continued to watch the blonde, dark brown eyes not quite able to tear themselves from the blonde's long and exposed neck as it lolled backwards onto the headrest behind her.
A silent picture entered her mind; it was a slow moving image of her biting into the tender spot below the blonde's ear, making the Dark Mayor jump in surprise. She slammed her eyes shut and waved her hand, ceasing the mirror's image before her. However, her entire body rumbled in delight at the scene she had created in her mind's eye, and she chastised herself deeply for enjoying it.
She walked quickly away and into her kitchen, wrestling through her cupboards for a cup and then a kettle. She fumed to herself, all the while filling the pot and throwing it on the stove, attempting to distract herself by making tea. Not much time had passed though, before she inched her way back out into the hall, regrettably summoning once again the image of the Swan before her. She gasped as she realized the blonde was now standing in her bathroom, complete naked glory shining through the mirror's profoundly clear projection.
Emma shook violently as she stood beneath her shower's icy spray. She desperately tried to rid her body of the throbbing that her thighs ensconced between them, her blood attempting to void itself of considerable heat as she submitted herself to the cold water that pelted along her spine. She hunkered down under the sleet for only a minute longer before she finally wrenched the knob to 'Warm'.
"Fuck this," she spat, giving in to her traitorous, wanton hands. She let the change in temperature pulsate over her aching flesh before relaxing every muscle in her body and throwing her head back in a sigh.
"Mmm, God that's better."
Her fingers subconsciously trailed up her taught stomach to pinch at the tightening precipice of her breast, before humming aloud to herself, "She's so damn pretty; who cares if she's some freaky diabolical Queen? What I would do to get my hands all over that woman's bare ass…"
The comment ripped right through Regina, causing her heart to twitter in it's cage. She arched an impeccably manicured eyebrow high onto her forehead before a devilish smile etched it's way from one corner of carefully painted dark red lips to the other. As the grin bloomed over her features and into her visibly darkening eyes, the loud shrieking of a boiling kettle screamed at her in the distance. Truthfully, though, she was arguably more aware of the equally blistering steam that emanated from her scorching center. With a simple twist of her hand, she shut off her stove and engulfed herself in a thick cloud of swirling purple smoke. She had a very important matter to discuss with the Sheriff, and she realized she just simply couldn't wait.
Emma barely had time to finish her visions of grabbing the Evil Mayor's ass before she heard a faint crackling pop come from outside. Her hand immediately dropped from it's ministrations of her perky breast as she whipped her head around to listen for any further out of the ordinary sounds. After a few moments of silence, she slowly turned the water's temperature even higher and let her free hand run the length of her smooth leg. Just as she was about to reach the apex of her thighs, her brain was jolted once again out of it's sensual thoughts by a distinctive and swift knocking to her front door.
"Damn it!"
She slammed the faucet roughly to the off position and audibly berated whoever was on the other side of her apartment door for interrupting her.
"What the mother fucking fuck do you want?"
She grabbed a fluffy white towel from it's station and angrily wrapped it around her naked body as another knock echoed incessantly throughout the apartment.
"I'm. Freaking. Coming!" she yelled loudly, trailing water behind her as she flew to the door. She reared back and threw the door open, barking into the hallway before realizing who was standing before her.
"What the Hell do you wa-" Her blue eyes quickly widened as a firm jaw dropped to her chest.
"Um, Regi- Re- Reg… what, I mean – I, uh, what…" she stammered, but her brain couldn't quite form the words she wished to speak. She stared unbelievingly at the grinning form of the woman she had just moments before been imagining naked as she touched herself within the private confines of her bathroom.
"Let me try for you, dear," the Mayor began, taking a step closer, "seeing as you've been left with the inability to speak a coherent sentence." Her eyes swept down the length of the Savior's body, slowly lingered on gaping pink lips, then back to large blue orbs.
"You can start by inviting me, well, in," she smirked, a ruthless and knowing smile plaguing her features.
Emma arched an eyebrow at that, snapping out of her reverie.
"OH. Sure, I guess you can come in, but I really was in the middle of-"
She was cut off as the Queen ("Queen-turned-Mayor-turned-Queen again; the Queen-Mayor?" Emma mused silently to herself) slid seductively around the blonde, slinking to the center of the room. She waited till she heard the small click indicating the door had closed, before she turned slowly, removing her long black pea-coat and tossing it lazily to the floor.
"What are you doing here?" Emma asked fuzzily, slightly bewildered.
"Oh, I think you know what I'm doing here, dear."
The Queen's gaze drifted downward once again, landing at the hem of the blonde's towel where it lay atop bulging curves. "Lock the door," she snarled, hungrily.
Emma's eyebrows bunched in confusion, but she followed the brunette's smoking gaze to where it met her barely covered breasts.
"Oh, oh shit – wait. What?!" she croaked, not wanting to believe that this dark, enigmatic woman was actually flirting with her.
The brunette's eyes twinkled with mirth as she dropped a bomb on the unsuspecting blonde's head.
"Oh yes, Miss Swan. To some, I may be just a, oh what was it, a 'freaky diabolical Queen', but you would be right in deducing that my bare ass is worth getting your hands on."
The gasp that was ripped from the blonde's mouth rocketed through the apartment, washing over the Queen with lustful force. Understanding settled into the Savior's every fiber, setting her body aflame with a deep burning desire that she wasn't even aware she was capable of.
"And that's exactly what I intend to elicit from your lips all night long, Sheriff."
The blonde closed her mouth and a smile washed over her features, surprising the Queen. She took a confident step forward, but Regina shook her head and pointed.
"Door." she commanded.
Emma turned swiftly and locked the door. She let her hand linger for a moment, the air around her growing thicker than honey; it was hard to breathe. When she turned, the dark headed beauty before her had inched closer and was working at the tie that cinched her flattering red and purple wrap dress at the waist. Her eyes, though, bore right into Emma, and she felt a distinct pull as those quickly blackening spheres sucked her deep into them like bubbling tar-pits.
Emma felt herself nearly float to the brunette, her breathing already slightly ragged. She stopped a mere foot away from Regina, her eyes watching with rapt attention as the Queen's long fingers pulled the wrap dress open to reveal the most enticing blood red lacy bra the Savior had ever seen.
"Ungh," was all she could manage, before her emerald eyes traveled further to take in the matching red thong that slipped erotically through the brunette's thighs.
She surely was a Queen, Emma thought, standing tall and regal in her red fuck-me heels, dress hanging open on both sides. Emma finally had enough, and launched into the raven woman's personal space, ripping the dress off her shoulders and down tanned arms, throwing it to the floor.
"God, you're fucking gorgeous," she exhaled, leaning in to nip hotly at the woman's chin.
"Not so fast, Swan," the brunette rivaled, pushing her hand forward to the blonde's chest, smacking her roughly away. A ferocious smile painted itself upon the woman's face as her hand shot forward and ground down, gathering the front of the blonde's towel into her hand. She reeled the woman around and slammed her to the couch behind her, falling on top of her as she never let go of the towel.
Deep mahogany coloured hair cascaded around the blonde's face as she was suddenly engulfed in a soul-searing, torchified kiss. The full and plump lips that encompassed hers were daring and hot, gathering the blonde's smaller bottom lip into hers and sucking fiercely. She pulled back, releasing with a satisfying pop, and throwing a leg over the Savior's hips as she did so. She roughly yanked at the towel, exposing the woman beneath her. Lust etched it's way up her neck in a brilliant blush, settling deep into her exquisite features. She stared at the beautiful pale expanse of skin beneath her, moaning in the depths of her chest.
"Mmm, Miss Swan, look at you," she whispered, peering down through half lidded eyes.
Emma had, up till this point, been thoroughly enraptured by the increasingly darkening irises in the woman above her, but now she tore her gaze away to scan the length of her body. She nearly groaned at the sight of hardening, jagged flesh on her chest. Her nipples were completely erect, straining in the cool air of the room around her. She glanced down even further to see where the Queen's sex sat directly atop her thighs, flesh separated only by a thin layer of red lace. She could feel the rocket blast of heat imposing downward onto her thighs, and she knew the brunette's body was burning with as much vehemence as her own.
She found she simply couldn't take it any longer. The woman she had been fantasizing about for the better part of a year was straddling her thighs, eyes dark and filled with earnest excitement, and Emma found it nearly unbearable. She shoved the woman off her and down to the floor. The dark Queen landed with a hard "Oompfuh," and hardly had a moment to catch her breath before the blonde attacked.
Emma leapt through the air and off the couch like a tiger, landing on the brunette and pressing her body flush to the woman below her. She sank her teeth deeply into the soft tissue of the Queen's shoulder, before sucking and kissing the burning flesh. She trailed hungry and angry kisses up to the woman's ear, where she grabbed a lobe between her teeth and sucked heartily before trailing her tongue around the delicate shell.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, Madam Mayor."
The dark woman beneath her let a loud and deep laugh rip from her chest before she sneered back up at the blonde above her.
"It's Your Majesty, Savior, and you'd do well to remember it."
Emma only churned with her yearning, and nodded.
"Alright, Your Majesty, I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk out of this apartment."
The brunette only rolled her eyes and laughed.
"We'll see, Swan. Now shut up and get to work."
That only spurred the blonde on. She nearly ripped the provocative material from the brunette's chest and threw it across the room. Her breath hitched in her throat as she took in the truly majestic and stunning creature beneath her. She had never seen a person so perfectly sculpted, a body so distractingly beautiful. She could hardly believe she was about to touch the woman who far surpassed her dreams.
"How are you even real?" she questioned, absentmindedly.
The blackened eyes of the Queen took in every riveting flash of green above her. She knew she was gorgeous; a thousand men and women had fallen at her feet in the Enchanted Forest. What she wouldn't admit (aloud) in return was just how gorgeous the blonde was, too.
"Silence your mouth, Swan. I want it on me and in me, not babbling your damn nonsense." She grinned and wrapped a delicate hand behind the blonde's neck, forcing her down to her immaculate breast. The Savior needed no more encouragement. She latched on to one firm nipple, swirling her tongue around and grazing the raised flesh with her teeth. Her other hand ran up the length of the brunette's torso to cup the other breast fully. She squeezed and released, reveling in the small whimpers it pulled from the writhing body beneath her. She ground her pelvis down firmly into the brunette's thigh, smiling against the hardened peak still lodged between her lips. She felt the Queen's hips rise to hit her square in the stomach, which only caused her to squeeze and roll the woman's other sensitive nipple between her fingers. There were so many things she wanted to say, but she kept her mouth moving across the brunette's chest, wary of being chastised again for her "nonsense".
Emma slipped her thigh between the brunette's, instantly feeling the slickness that seeped through the flimsy lace of her thong. She moaned loudly at the feel, watching as the Queen threw her head to the side and arched her glorious back up and into Emma's concave body as it curled above her. She whimpered and bit her lower lip, trying desperately not to moan as the blonde began moving a thigh between hers, teasing as to the promised friction to come. She closed her eyes and pushed the Savior's shoulders back, looking into her now jade green eyes, her soft but rippling belly still arched seductively into the blonde's contoured abs.
"Give me everything you've got, Swan. I want to feel all of you inside me," she growled out.
The blonde leapt backwards and quickly yanked away the red lace before her. She knew not where it landed, because before the material had even left her hand she was already spreading the dark woman's legs and diving in. She licked a long trail up the woman's inner thigh, stopping before she reached her throbbing cunt. Emma drank in the beauty before her, not sure she had ever seen a woman's center that was quite so perfect. She glanced up into the gleaming black eyes of the woman before her, making sure she was watching, before dipping her head and blowing hot breath onto the swollen lips of the brunette. She achieved the desired effect, as the woman before her tried to squeeze her thighs together. The blonde was ready that reaction, and shoved them roughly apart again. She wanted to torture the witch; she wanted to make it slow and painfully good. Something in her just wouldn't allow her to do so, though, and she quickly gave in to the older woman's whimpering begs.
Smiling and sending a quick wink to the midnight eyes that raged her way, she lowered her head once more and took a daring, slow lick with the flat of her tongue and nearly came at the rich and almost spicy taste the woman's wetness left on her tongue. Her hand settled the violent rocking motion of the hips under her mouth, before taking another, quicker swipe, forcing her tongue inward slightly before flicking over the small bundle of nerves at the top of the woman's sex. That action elicited a sharp intake of breath from the woman below her, and she grinned as the woman threw her head back and bit down hard on her own hand to muffle her whine.
The blonde took one last long swipe, pushing her tongue in as far as it would reach, before quickly replacing it with one long, very skilled finger. She ripped through the brunette, not caring at the hiss of pain that escaped red lips, knowing fully well the Queen enjoyed it so. She moved her finger in and out slowly, before adding a second finger and pushing hard and deep into the woman, as far as she could manage. The hips of the witch below her started to move greatly now, enjoying the feeling of the golden haired woman's digits digging far inside her. The brunette was so wet that the blonde quickly added a third, equally long finger, and the two women soon found a perfectly glorious pulsating rhythm that grew in intensity and volume after mere seconds.
Suddenly, the older woman flung the blonde from her, dislodging her fingers as she did so. She turned around to face away from her, dropping to her hands and knees, before backing her lush ass up to meet the younger woman's hips. She peered over her shoulder and a look of pure satisfaction graced her alluring face as the woman behind her stared open mouthed at the brunette's bottom.
"Oh – oh my God. This is," the blonde was once again cut off by the barking command of the dark eyed siren before her.
"Sheriff, I swear if you won't fuck me, and I mean really fuck me from behind, I swear I will come unhinged."
The blonde fully believed the caustic threat in that moment. She brought all three fingers back up to the woman's glowing center and shoved hard, using her hips to propel them fast and deep within the confines of the Queen's wet cavern. The woman dropped her head and small sobbing shrieks of pleasure escaped her throat in the most unadulterated fashion. Golden streaks flew all around Emma's face and she pounded into the brunette from behind, pulling her higher and higher into the throes of oblivion. Finally, after several minutes of sweat drenching knocking and panting, the blonde reached around in front of her and pressed her fingers over the completely swollen and pulsating bundle of nerves belonging to the aphotic witch, raking her fingers hard over the taut bump. She felt the Queen's insides begin to shiver as her rhythm became distorted. She suddenly shot upwards, latching on to the blonde's head behind her as she screamed out over her reverberating orgasm. She knocked the blonde down with her rear, so that she was sitting on her lap, one hand still tangled deep into bright sunny locks behind her. She ground down on the fingers inside her twice more, before completely falling forward into the plush carpet, the blonde sailing with her and landing heavily on her back.
They breathed heavily for several minutes, neither speaking. After many moments, the blonde rolled off the brunette and stared at her sideways. Dark, black eyes had lightened considerably to a milk chocolate, and they quickly found the forest green orbs studying her face. Her dark red lips were slack and parted slightly as she open-mouth breathed. She grinned and pushed herself up to her hands and knees, crawling atop the lithe form beside her. She nosed the blonde's lips, then licked them open, shoving her tongue deep within the darkness of the blonde's mouth.
"Bedroom?" she asked, after she moved backwards, away from the blonde.
Emma grinned and jumped up, nearly knocking the Queen backwards in her excitement to get laid by her biggest crush, no matter how abrasive or rude she was being. She caught the woman before she fell, though, and propelled her up the stairs and to her room in the loft above the apartment. When they reached the room, she shoved the dark beauty down onto the bed and made to straddle her, but the woman rolled out from under her before she could sit.
"I have a game – if you're up for it. And," she paused, looking around at Emma's drawers, "if you have the equipment."
Emma glanced around wondering what the brunette was referring to. After finding her answer in the woman's yet again darkening eyes (and the coy smile ordaining the Queen's dark red lips), she launched herself over to a drawer.
"You mean a strap on?" she questioned, before reaching into her middle drawer and pulling out a glittery blue dildo hanging from it's black harness.
"Yes," the Queen boiled beneath her desire, "now put it on and come here."
Emma quickly slipped the appendage on and fastened it's hooks around her. The sparkly blue cock stood out starkly against her heated flesh, and then brunette groaned loudly.
"On the bed, Swan. I want you to make good on your promise to fuck me so hard I won't be able to walk out of here."
The Savior grinned and crawled her way up the bed to meet the lips of the raven haired witch kneeling once again on hands and knees before her. Emma could hardly contain herself and ripped her lips from the woman, leaving a small dash of blood against her tanned cheek from where she had busted the kiss-bruised skin. She wheeled the woman around to face away from her and grabbed her trim hips forcefully. Emma smiled, taking in a shallow breath before lining the toy to the dripping wet center in front of her. She gently eased the tip in, allowing the brunette to adjust this time, as the cock was rather large and the only lubrication she was willing to provide would have to come solely from the insides of her slick body.
The woman who's center she was entering wrenched her head around and tried desperately to watch as the blonde slowly but surely inched more of the painfully large dildo into her.
"Breathe," she uttered to the brunette, and as she felt the long intake of air burst into the lungs of the woman beneath her, she forcefully plowed in the rest of the toy to up the hilt. They simultaneously groaned, the dark queen from the feeling of being so full of Emma, and the blonde of having Regina's round and firm ass pressed hard into her hips. Neither moved for a long moment, until they both felt each other relax. Then, a steady grinding erupted from both of them. The sloppy and choppy waves of sound echoed in their ears as Emma began to slam into the raven witch's stretched center. She reached forward and cupped the woman's achingly taut breasts, and squeezed repeatedly, rolling both nipples between her fingers and biting into the woman's back, without ever faltering in her hip's gratifying undulations.
The Queen once again shoved Emma off and out of her, the blonde flying backwards to hit the wroght iron of her headboard hard.
"Ow, what the fu-" but before she could ever finish her sentence, the brunette had grabbed her hands and laced them through the railings of her headboard. She threw a leg over the blonde's lap and the laugh that came from her lungs saturated the entire room. There was an audible click, and Emma jerked her head up to see that somehow, the Queen had found her handcuffs, deftly locking her wrists above her head and to the bed.
She opened her mouth to sputter some sort of reproach, but the brunette just slapped her mouth hard, indicating that this was most certainly not the time to speak. She pushed backwards, raising herself above Emma, and carefully slid the blue glittery cock back inside her.
"Now fuck me, Swan."
A dizzyingly bold fire swept over the blonde's whole body as she took in the sight before her. She couldn't believe the lewd scene burning into her retinas. Seeing the black witch so filled to the brim with her was beyond her comprehension. She began pulsating her hips upwards, as the brunette began to rock her hips. After a moment, they silently agreed on a sickeningly fast pace, as the Queen rode her White Knight long and hard. Emma once again sent her on an upward spiral; she watched as the woman's body rose and fell on her, impaling herself on the blonde over and over again. After what seemed forever yet no time at all, the Savior watched as the brunette teetered at the top of her glorious high, firm breasts shaking and bouncing on her chest, before contorting her features and screaming aloud as her head fell backwards and her body succumbed to the rigid pressure of her orgasm.
She trembled madly for a few moments, nearly crying with joy at the feeling of blood coursing through her body like an infinite ocean's roar. She finally wrenched the toy from inside her and fell on top of the blonde, all deep breathing, laughing, moaning, and wetness pooling around Emma.
Emma pulled back from her and yanked on the handcuffs. She wanted it to be her turn. She had sufficiently screwed the brunette twice now, undoubtedly giving her mind-blowing orgasms each time. She wanted the favor to be reciprocated; she wanted to feel the ferocity of the Queen granting her every carnal desire. The aching between her legs needed to be sated, and she was sure she would explode if it didn't happen soon.
The Queen pulled back, taking in the blonde before her. She saw her extreme state of arousal; she could literally smell the heat as it rolled off her in vibrant waves. She leaned forward and kissed the blonde wildly before pulling back.
"Well, my dear, that was certainly fun. Thank you for lending your, er, services," she whispered, running a hand up and down the blonde's body. A violent shudder trailed in the wake of her long fingers. "I most certainly won't be able to walk out of here. But alas, one of us should really pick Henry up from the Stables, and since you're all, well, how should I say this, tied-up at the moment, I really think it will have to be me who retrieves our son, don't you think?"
The fierce and angry hiss that came from the blonde only compelled the Queen to laugh in her face.
"You didn't really think our argument from this afternoon was over, did you? My dear, this was just my final rebuttal."
The blonde made to speak, but the witch quickly covered her mouth with her own hand.
"If you're a really good girl, I'll be back to get you later tonight, and we can continue our discussion." She removed her hand from the blonde's mouth, the vicious grin on her lips speaking volumes more than words ever could. The blonde reared back and spat into her face.
"You're nothing but a cold hard bitch, Regina!" Her emerald eyes glared angrily, seething into the brunette.
The Queen merely flicked the spit from her cheek and grabbed the blonde by the throat, almost ripping the blonde's face off in the most disgustingly hard kiss she had ever tasted.
"Right, but you're my bitch," she smiled, laughing wickedly and swirling her hand in the air. She was immediately engulfed in a cloud of purple smoke, leaving the golden princess alone to fend for herself.
Regina transported herself back to the foyer of her mansion, where she walked pointedly to the crystal clear glass on her wall.
"Mirror, show me the Swan."
The image appeared near instantaneously before her. Emma was still tied to the bed, naked, jerking fruitlessly on her handcuffs. She finally slammed her head back.
"Damn that sexy bitch!" she yelled for the second time that day. The exasperation in her voice was evident, but this time, she grinned and sighed. She knew the Queen would be back for her, and she was already concocting a brilliant plan to win her share of their "argument".
Regina smiled, waved her hand over the mirror effectively erasing the image, and walked stark naked back into her kitchen. She lazily set the fire on her gas stove once again, grinning as the water began to simmer within the pot, mirroring her own, yet again, growing desire for the blonde.