A/N- Hello, I am absolutely blown away at the immense response that first installation got! Thank you so much for those reviews, they made me smile and now here is my gift to you, chapter two. Hopefully you will enjoy this one just as much!
I promise I'll try to keep updating every week or week and a half-ish.
Regina scowled in her sleep. For a while, Emma thought the brunette just put on a face of discomfort when she awoke to guilt Emma, but now watching the older woman sleep it was clear, the distaste was a serious problem. Regina was usually the first one up so getting to watch the normally composed mayor like this with her hair mussed thickly, one strap of her satin nightgown slipping down a shoulder, and a faint snore escaping her lips, was slightly entertaining.
But Emma was stuck between a rock and a hard place, as much as she wanted to move out of the apartment she shared with her parents, and move into the mansion with Regina and Henry, she desperately didn't want to have to confront her mother with that sentiment.
Since finding out about her daughter' relationship, Mary- Margaret had been employing every passive aggressive trick in her arsenal to express her lack of approval.
With a pained groan she flopped down on her back, prompting Regina to wake up and an even deeper scowl etched itself on her face. The older woman rolled over a bit so she was pressed directly against Emma's side, the blonde was hoping for a good morning kiss, but all she got was her girlfriend's annoyed mumbling as she rubbed a knot in her lower back.
"Alright," Regina said rolling back, she couldn't fit all the way on her back because Emma's bed was a tiny twin, "if you don't move in with me by the end of the month, I'm buying you a new bed."
"I'm working on it." Emma promised. It was the same promise she had been making ever since Regina had presented her with a key to the mayoral mansion a month ago.
When Emma first brought the idea up to Mary-Margret, the small brunette just about had a conniption.
"You've been working on it for a month and a half, dear."
Emma groaned, "I know, it's just-"
"Your mother, I know."
"I'm sorry."
"It's alright, dear." Regina patted her girlfriend's shoulder in reassurance, "Just give me two weeks, poor Snow will be begging you to move out."
"Regina," this wasn't the first time that this offer has been extended, "I would appreciate it if you wouldn't antagonize my mother."
The brunette merely rolled her eyes in response.
"Don't you roll your eyes at me woman!" Emma scolded playfully.
"Or what?" Regina asked, a lustful glint in her eyes.
"Or I'll have to punish you."
"Promise?"
Regina's voice was at least half a register lower and Emma's mouth ran dry at the look she was receiving. It took all of two seconds for Emma to pounce on the older woman. She pinned Regina's hands over her head, swung one leg over her lithe frame, and settled herself over the brunette's hips. The action earned her a squeak of happy surprise from Regina, a groan of protest from the springs of her old mattress, and a slight bang as the headboard made contact with the wall.
Emma was just leaning down to join their lips, when light footsteps could be heard trailing up the stairs.
They paused for a moment outside of Emma's door before there was an insistent knocking, "Breakfast will be ready soon!" Mary- Margaret yelled through the thin door.
A smirk grew on Regina's face while Emma groaned in annoyance- apparently her mother's ears were attuned perfectly to hear whenever something serious might be going on upstairs.
Emma released her girlfriend's hands and rolled off her in frustration, "So two weeks you say?"
"One and a half if you loosen your morales just a bit."
"Fine, I'm unleashing the monster. You have two weeks, do your worst." Emma assented.
The smile that lit up the brunette's face immediately made Emma regret her words, but she didn't take them back.
Before Emma could qualify the challenge, Regina was out of bed and digging through the wardrobe in the room. She seemed intent on finding something as she searched two drawers before emerging triumphant.
Throwing the two articles of clothing she had recovered down on the bed, Regina stripped off her nightgown. Emma smiled in appreciation until the smooth expanse of skin was covered by one of her own white tank tops, and a pair of tiny sleep shorts were pulled up her legs.
"Not that I don't appreciate the view, but why are you wearing my ratty old pajamas?"
Regina flipped her hair down and back up, giving it volume before lightly mussing it with her hands, "Because, if I come downstairs in your pajamas, Mary- Margaret can't ignore what we were doing. She'll probably break out in hives at the mere thought."
Though she hated to admit it, Emma was dating an evil genius. Whenever they spent the night at the Charming's place, Regina composed herself before exiting Emma's bedroom. She made sure Mary- Margaret and David only saw her in her professional business attire, hair perfect, and makeup carefully done. The contrast was sure to catch Mary- Margaret off guard. It was moments like this that Emma could see the ex-Evil Queen shine through.
This conduct went on for a week and a half during which Henry spent most nights sleeping over with Ruby, August, and random friends (Emma called in all the favors she had). Each morning, Regina would escalate her appearance, the shorts got shorter, the tank tops tighter, the hair messier, she even stooped so low as to mark Emma's neck with a vivid purple bruise.
Eventually, Regina decided she would have to up the stakes since the only reaction Mary- Margaret was giving was tight lipped smiles and cutting glares. It was a Sunday morning, and Regina had merely a few days before the two week challenge would end. Emma and Regina had been enjoying a lazy Sunday morning in bed, Mary- Margaret was downstairs cooking, and Charming was at work, Henry was spending the day with Ruby.
Soon enough, Emma left to the bathroom and make herself presentable to go downstairs, Regina knew she wouldn't get a chance like this again, so pushing away any doubt, she swung her legs out of the bed.
She shimmied out of the sleep shorts she had been wearing, pulled on a tight tank top which rode up to reveal her midriff, and padded down stairs. She was quiet enough, and stealthy enough, to make sure that Mary- Margaret didn't realize her presence.
This would be so much easier if Mary- Margaret and Emma looked anything alike. Regina thought angrily. She waited until Mary- Margaret ducked down beneath the central island before she made her move. Regina quickly snuck to the opposite side of the island and leaned against it.
She settled her elbows on the counter, and used her upper arms to push her breasts together and forward so they were nearly spilling out of the tank top, a cheshire cat grin was painted on her deep red lips.
When Mary- Margaret resurfaced, the look on her face was priceless. Her eyes widened comically, and her jaw fell open, the plate she had retrieved from the cupboard dropped and broke against the hardwood floor, "Regina!" Mary- Margaret's cheeks went first pale, and then bright red as her gaze darted down to the mayor's ample chest.
Regina, for her part, remained as she was for a couple of seconds to witness the reaction Mary- Margaret had, then she jumped back as if surprised, "Oh my goodness, Mary- Margaret! I thought you were Emma!" She cried.
The younger brunette just stood there, gaping like a dead fish as she saw the rest of Regina's outfit- or lack thereof.
"Are you alright, dear? You seem flushed." It took all of Regina's will power to paint an expression of concern on her face, instead of breaking out into a wide smile.
Before Mary- Margaret could reply, Emma appeared at the top of the stairs, "Regina? Mom?"
"Emma!" Mary- Margaret yelled back.
Regina turned and just smirked at her girlfriend and began sauntering away from the kitchen, "Sorry about that Mary- Margaret, it was my mistake." She threw over her shoulder, making sure to sway her hips excessively so the lacy panties did their job. When she reached the top of the stairs, Regina draped her arms around Emma's neck and pulled her down for a deep lingering kiss. When she broke away, the mayor lightly grasped the blonde's upper arm and lead her back to the bedroom.
Despite Regina's little show, when Emma mentioned moving out again at dinner to her parents, Mary-Margaret was still resistant to the idea.
"Well, Gina, looks like even you couldn't crack my mother." Emma teased, she was engaged in a heated make-out session with her girlfriend, but couldn't help poke fun. The two weeks would end the next morning and still Mary- Margaret refused to hold a conversation with Emma about moving out.
"I still have eight and a half hours, dear." Regina didn't admit defeat.
"What could you possibly be planning?"
The brunette cocked an eyebrow, "Henry is sleeping over at a friend's tonight, isn't he?"
"Yes."
"And your parents are down the hall?"
"Yes."
There was a brief silence during which, Regina simply rose her eyebrows suggestively, and shifted herself slightly beneath her girlfriend.
"Regina-"
Emma tried to ask, but she was cut off when the brunette leaned up to capture Emma's lips, and palm a breast lightly.
There was no question as to her intentions when one of Regina's legs came up to press tightly against Emma's core. The blonde hardly managed to stifle a moan when her hips bucked down against the leg.
The action caused the headboard to bounce off the wall, and Regina smirked to herself. The wall behind the bed was the one that was shared between Emma's room and her parents. Normally when they spent the night, Regina cast a simple boundary incantation over the room to make it sound proof and locked securely. This night, she accidentally on purpose forgot.
In the morning when Regina and Emma trailed downstairs together, Regina in her usual tight tank and stolen shorts, and Emma dressed similarly, Mary- Margaret and David were waiting for them. The couple was at the table with their expressions set, Mary-Margaret was sitting primly with a cup of coffee untouched before her, David just looked plain uncomfortable.
Regina plastered on a triumphant smile, "Lenny, Moe, are you looking for Curly?" She chuckled to herself.
David lost his hard expression momentarily for one of confusion, "Who's Curly?"
"The third stooge to complete your little gang."
Mary- Margaret placed a hand on her husband's arm to keep him from asking more questions about Regina's insult, her lips tightened just slightly when she smiled back, "Regina, Emma, have a seat. There's something we would like to discuss with you."
The women did as instructed, Regina looked regal despite her attire and messy hair, Emma was bewildered.
"Yes?" Regina asked.
David tried to regain some semblance of control, "We um- we wanted to talk to you about um. About our current living arrangements."
Regina knew she had won, but she couldn't resist twisting the knife just a bit more, "Are we inconveniencing you in any way?" Mary- Margaret grimaced at the game the older woman was playing with them.
"It's not so much an inconvenience, as it is um- well um we feel as though we can not longer live this way."
The queen put up a concerned front, "Is it something you need us to do differently?"
"No, it's more of an um-"
Mary- Margaret exploded, "Your intercourse is obscenely loud!"
Emma flushed bright red, and Regina could hold her laughter back no longer, "Really, princess? Intercourse? God it's a good thing Emma didn't grow up with you, heaven only knows how you would have even tried to give her any sort of practical knowledge if you can't use the word sex without blushing."
The brunette grew a red to rival her daughter, both from anger and embarrassment, "Thanks to you I never had the chance to raise my daughter!" David watched the back and forth helplessly.
"Thanks to you my fiancé was killed!"
"We both know that was your crazy mother's fault!"
"You have no right to call my mother crazy!"
"I can-"
Emma shot up from the table, "Mom! Regina!" She interrupted with a stern look, "Will you stop it for two seconds?"
Both women looked rightfully scolded and they sat silently, all eyes were on Emma waiting for her next move. She hadn't planned anything after getting the women to lay off each other, and the women could tell.
"So you spent god knows how long living with seven men in a tree in the forest and you can't stand two weeks with your daughter and her girlfriend?"
Mary- Margaret blanched at the title Regina had given herself, but took the bait nonetheless, "I ignored it for as long as I could, I've seen more of you, Regina than I've ever wanted to see, I tried to deal with it, but last night was the last straw! You have to move out Emma."
"What do you mean you've seen more of Regina than you've wanted?" David was quick to interject as he seemed to have finally caught up to the conversation.
"You didn't tell your husband about our little morning chat?" Mirth danced behind Regina's eyes as Mary- Margaret blushed an even deeper red.
"What little chat-"
"Not important David." Mary- Margaret interrupted, "The point is, Emma, you've got to move out."
Finally, the blonde picked her jaw up from the ground, "Yeah, alright. I'll be out by tomorrow."
"If that's all, I had better get ready to leave." Regina effectively ended the conversation by standing up and leading Emma back up the stairs. Regina knew Emma and David's eyes followed her progress in the stolen sleep shorts and she couldn't resist one last jab as she climbed the staircase, "Nobody else seems to be complaining about the view, Mary- Margaret."
Once they were in Emma's room with the door shut, the brunette whipped around with a wide smile, "I expect you home by six tonight, I'll make a celebratory dinner."
"I like the sound of that."
"You like anything involving food."
"That's not what I meant." Emma smiled down at the older woman, "Home. I'm coming home to you."
Regina couldn't resist the wide grin that split her normally stern face, "I like the sound of that too."
A/N- Drop a review, let me know if you're still enjoying it and if there's a conflict you want to see with Regina and Snow.