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Regina's Living Room
I'm no fashionnista, but I think it was a Christian Louboutin shoe. That must have been what Regina was wearing. The bottom of her shoe looked to be red-lacquered and coming straight for my head. Maybe I wasn't so worthless at all, if she was going to mess up such an ultra-ass expensive shoe for the likes of me. Hell she had already let red wine stain her rug to knock the shit out of me. I'm sure I'd be getting a cleaning bill or a dock in my sheriff pay for that one. If I was a little more coordinated, I may have been able to deflect her foot quicker, but it was coming so fast. All I could do was close my eyes and wait for the pain.
I hear a loud stomp on the floor beside my ear, but no pain. I opened my eyes to see Regina's shoe right beside my head. With her other leg by my left shoulder. Basically she was standing over me now, and I could see up her skirt. Pink underwear?...I'd always imagined her wearing only black or even...red...wait I'd imagined what!
"While you were off living whatever pathetic existence you could muster...I was here raising him, providing for him, and loving him!" She knelt down, grabbing a handful of the front of my shirt. "Then you show up here...constantly undermining me and trying to take him from me!" She let's me go. "Get the hell out of my house, now!" She moved back slowly, I can no longer see up her skirt.
I grab my jaw, the flashing lights I'm seeing have nothing to do with the storm. "You really should take a class on how to treat people because your etiquette is truly shitty. " I slowly move to one knee. "Where hell did you learn to throw a punch like that? Again?" I'd be ready to retaliate, once I stopped seeing two of her. She hit me that night in the cemetery, but it was nothing like what she just gave me.
"I have many skills" She purred. "Now, if you won't leave, then I'll call someone who will make you."
"I'm the sheriff, remember? Who are you going to call? And your lapdog Sidney is on house arrest these days. And we all know you don't have any friends. Sooo". I'm finally on my feet. "You're going to have to deal with me yourself." Clumsily I take a swing at her that she easily see's it coming, she moves out of the way. I go crashing into her desk, knocking what looked to be a pretty nice crystal flower vase over. Why fuck did I drink before I came over here!
"You idiot!" I turn around and she's standing right in front of me. "Can't you do anything right? It is beyond me what others see in you..." She continues to rant. Something about me being beneath her...blah blah blah...with my peasantry ways...inadequate human being...playing hero...appeasing my guilt...ruining her life...blah blah blah...too many skinny jeans, leather jackets, and boots...blah blah blah...and I'm pretty sure somewhere in there she said I should crawl back into the wardrobe I came out of. Say what? I just watched her as her mouth moves with each insult, landing a blow with each word. And I realize, that she's getting the best of me again.
At this point she's grabbing my arm and trying to usher me out of the house.
"Oh yeah, well your wallpaper really sucks!" Seriously, it reminded me of a creepy forest. I yank my arm away and this causes her to become slightly off balance. I cease the opportunity and I tackle her. We go crashing to the floor with a hard thud.
"Have you lost your mind?"
"Looks that way." I confirmed as we roll around on the floor like two wrestlers with the WWF. I'm reminded of an old episode of Dynasty. Without a doubt Regina was queen of mean Alexis, and I was totally kick-ass heroine Crystal. I hear my shirt rip...or was that Regina's shirt. I looked down...and saw her exposed chest. Pink bra...it matches...
"Do you know how much that shirt costs?" She pulls my hair.
"I can only imagine." I put my palm over face and pushed as hard as I can.
This continues on for...well I don't know how long. But I do remember tearing up lots of shit, from banging into the coffee table among other things...Regina throwing a paper weight at me, that was now buried in the wall. There was a pillow fight right?. Yes, definitely a pillow fight...causing feathers to fall down around us like snow flakes. I'm pretty sure by that point I had a scratch on my cheek from Regina swatting at me with her shoes. There was the funny moment where I tripped Regina, and she slid a little across the hardwoods in the hallway. But it wasn't funny when she got up and came back after me with an umbrella. I had tackled and tousled with quite a few tough guys in my former line of work, but I can honestly say none of them compared to Madame Mayor. She was flexible, agile, and slippery...Did I say slippery...After more fighting, I ended up on top of her on the couch.
"I hate you!"
"I hate you more!" I grunted finally able to pin her arms above her head.
"I hate you most!" She sneered back.
"Do you always..." Recaptured a hand that got free. "... have to have the last word?"
"I could ask the same of you." She continued to struggle.
"This argument is over." I declared out of breathe. "...I win Madame Mayor." I completely straddled her, clamping down hard to trap her hips between my thighs. I heard her breathe catch. We both went still.
And for whatever reason, in that moment I heard Graham's voice. I don't feel anything. It's what he'd said to Regina that night in the cemetery. I had gloated that night at the look of hurt and embarrassment on Regina's face at his words. After all she and I had just had a fist fight. But later that night, and honestly since I wondered how Graham's words could be true. He'd felt nothing with Regina? Really? Regina Freaking Mills!
I remembered the first day I'd laid eyes on her. She came running out of the house relieved to see Henry back home. I was awe struck at her beauty. Dark hair, dark eyes, and a perfect gleaming smile that seemed to brighten the night. It didn't take long for me to realize that despite her glamorous shell, Regina was a class A bitch that despised the air I breathed. Her insults, cutting remarks, and glacial glares felt like daggers to anyone that was the target. She acted as if she owned the town and all people that lived in it. She was cruel, conniving, and devious. The only person she seemed to cared about at all besides herself was Henry. She manipulated any and everyone around her. She was unapproachable, uncontrollable, and irredeemable...Yet...
Yet, there I was on top of her thinking of Graham's words. I feel nothing...And the truth is, I can't think of one moment between Regina and I where I had felt nothing. I'd felt intimidated. I'd felt jealous. I'd felt pissed off. I'd felt bested. I'd felt angry, livid, amazed, confused, appalled and oh so offended. But never nothing. I don't think I could feel nothing, if I tried.
It was then, that I noticed the sudden increase in my pulse. I blinked and looked into dark eyes that stared back at mine that were smokey anger and something else. My eyes trail to her mouth. Slightly parted and tinged with dark crimson. I notice the faint scar above them. I'd almost forgotten it was there. I'd spent more time then I'd like to admit wondering how she'd gotten that scar, but would never dare to ask. It was the only visual indicator that she wasn't perfect. But then again the scar only added to her allure. Wait allure?
Regina started struggling against me again like a snake writhing its body. "When I get my hands on you..." She said breathlessly and felt heat rush to my face. With another burst of strength she pushed back at me before I again managed to wrestled her hands above her head. My chest brushed her, and felt the swell of her breasts against mine as it did. This time my breathe caught. I loomed above her, may hair falling forward framing her face before me. I feel nothing...Again the words echoed...but I did feel something...
Before I knew it, I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her with a savage intensity that scared the hell out of me. She tried to move and pull free, as I felt her struggle against me. But I couldn't stop myself, and forced her mouth open with my tongue. She tasted like dark chocolate. I don't know if it was literally or figuratively, but it was delicious, rich, and smooth. She continued to fight me and so I pulled back, missing the warmness of her mouth instantly. I looked down at her and waited for the wrath to be unleashed. But nothing, she just stared back at me, my eyes drawn to her smeared lips. Seconds ticked by...her struggle beneath becoming less and less chaotic...but more rhythmic. I found my hips moving in the same motion. I could tell our bodies were slowly becoming not our own.
I let one of her hands go, letting my fingers trail down her arm to her shoulder then to her neck. Her skin felt as look as it looked. I wrapped my fingers around her throat and squeezed. I smirked a bit. With more effort, I could end Regina right then and there. But in so many ways, I didn't have the strength to do so. As if reading my thoughts, her legs parted, and I nestled my knee between. I roughly grabbed her shirt and ripped it the rest of the way until it was completely open.
"Don't." I heard her say. Actually it sounded more like a whimper. Those words should have woken me up, but I think they drove me more into an sexual haze. I did actually wait for more of a protest before I buried my face in her neck and began furiously ravishing it with artless kisses. I bit her slightly...actually more than slightly, and her body arched under mine. From there things went into overdrive. I kissed her again and to my amazement she kissed me back. I moaned as her tongue slid across mine and played sexy.
With my free hand, I ran a finger tip over a very hard nipple through her bra. She moaned into my mouth before deepening the kiss. My hand moved down her stomach, hip, and then under her skirt. I waded through what seemed like mountains of fabric before finally hitting skin. I slid my fingers between her thighs all the way up to her center. I moved her panties aside, she was wet and ready to be taken. I stroked her and legs parted more, and she broke the kiss. I raised my head a little and looked at her. A loud clap of thunder erupted, and lightening lit the whole room up.
Then in one easy stroke my finger entered her. She gasped at my entry. She felt warm and silky. Our kissing began again as my stroking began slowly then increasing with speed...her hips and mine move in rhythm. I had control, as I played around with the pressure and pace. Control over Regina Mills.. It didn't take long before her body was clenching around my finger, and she was bunking against my hand. I'll be damned...Regina Mills was having an orgasm. I pulled my lips from hers and watched it happened. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back. I swear I could almost see the ripples as they washed over her. Her nails dug hard into my bare shoulder, and I was almost positive she drew blood. Regina thrust her pelvis back and forth.
"Emma!" her voice trailed off in ecstasy, soon lost in the sounds from the storm.
Hearing my name did wake me up, because if felt so foreign coming from her lips. I looked down at her...a medley of extreme feelings running through me. I removed myself from inside her, and her eyes flew open. I sat up and finally let her other hand loose.
Then I think I saw what a total eclipse would look like in someone's eyes. Regina Mills was back. "Get off of me."
"Regina..."
"I said get off of me!" She pushed hard at my chest.
"We need to talk about this." I moved back and she slowly moved from beneath me. "Things got out of hand..." That was really an understatement of what had happened.
She got up. She smoothed her rumpled skirt and patted down her silky black hair. Realizing her torn blouse was a lost, she took it off and angrily threw it on the floor. "Was this your plan?"
"What?"
"I thought you came over here looking for fight. Not..." She walked over to her desk.
"Never in a million years did I think this would happen."
"Were you trying to humiliate me?" She asked with her back to me.
"No."
"To make a fool of me?"
I moved closer. "I don't know what the hell just happened here..."
She turned around. "No one makes a fool of Regina Mills." It was then that I saw the gun pointed at me. "Not even you Ms Swan."