In the sitting room of 108 Mifflin, a different manipulation began. Blue smiled sweetly at the pair across from her, Albert Spencer and his charming son, David. The man-child wore a baggy t-shirt with a cartoon koala on it, while his father was decked out in a handsome designer suit and an expensive watch. He screamed old money and arrogance while his son looked the picture of youthful innocence. She couldn't begin to understand how a man like Albert Spencer had produced such innocence and apparent naivety.
She crossed her legs and draped a hand elegantly on her knee while Spencer prattled on in gratitude. Dear, sweet David definitely needed some work and Mr. Spencer was ecstatic Blue had shown interest. Most of their class shied away from his awkward son. He had thought that growing up out in the country would make a man out of him. When he had enrolled David in the program, he had imagined his son would emerge a rugged man used to hard work and ready to take charge. David had emerged just as awkward with a new passionate love of animals and dreams of being a veterinarian.
Spencer now wished he had forced his son into one of these horrible elitist boarding schools earlier. He never imagined his son would become so inept at dealing with people of their class. It didn't help that he was dumb as a bag of doornails. Thank god, he was good looking. Abigail Nolan of the prominent Midas Corp had showed interest at a recent dinner party. He never thought he would be trying to marry off his son like some prize cow, but here he was and this sophisticated young lady was going to help him. This is what he got for sending his boy to be raised on a farm.
"Blue is one of the most popular girls at school. She's class president," Mr. Spencer said slowly as if his son wouldn't understand if he spoke too fast. "Listen to whatever she has to say and follow her advice. Whatever it is." Mr. Spencer and Blue smiled at each other. He leaned forward. "What would you say has been your greatest inspiration? You seem to have a drive that people your age lack," he asked her.
Blue smile grew as she reached under her cardigan pulling out a beautifully engraved rosary. "I'm sure this may sound strange and a bit anachronistic, but the lord has been my savior through all of my life and whenever I feel the pressure getting to be too much, I just look to him for guidance. He's helped me through so many of life's everyday challenges." She gazed lovingly at her rosary. "He gives me the strength to overcome anything. He's never failed me."
"That's admirable," Mr. Spencer said.
"What are the girls like?" David asked, bluntly. Mr. Spencer chuckled and inwardly Blue rolled her eyes. All hail the boys will be boys club. Blue gave a tight smile and laughed softly with him.
"I'm sorry, Blue. He's been out on the farm a bit too long. It's why we are so excited to have him attending Storybrooke this year."
"Oh, it's perfectly understandable. While we are a rather liberal campus, most of the girls are fine, respectable young ladies. There are, of course, the occasional few bad apples," she said looking up and away for a moment.
"Like your stepsister, Regina," Mr. Spencer declared. His eyes widened. "I'm still shocked she was not expelled after what she did to that swim coach."
"I hear she's recovering quite well," Regina said as she entered. She swiftly invaded Mr. Spencer's personal space. "Pleasure to see you again, Mr. Spencer," she said situating herself between his knees and leaning over into his face. Her eyes steady against his. The dominance unsettled him. Blue looked away awkwardly. Regina turned away sharply and moved toward Blue's loveseat.
"You remember my son David?" Mr. Spencer asked. Regina turned back toward the pair, eying them critically. "He's attending Storybrooke in the fall."
"My, my what a delightful shirt you are wearing," Regina said, blinking her eyes. David grinned and looked at his shirt.
"Thanks! My mother took me on a trip to Australia. I got a lot of cool things!"
"And how are things down under?" She asked, eyes wandering to the crotch of his jeans with a smirk. "Pitch any tents?"
"Regina!" Blue shouted with a smack to her arm. Mr. Spencer's lips narrowed into a thin line.
"What? David just looks like he might enjoy camping." She smiled at him and moved to the other side of the room. David grinned. He did like camping.
"I think we'll take our leave now," Spencer said as he stood. "Thank you for your assistance."
"Of course." Blue stood. "David, I'll call you. We can meet up sometime this week and plan your schedule."
"That sounds great," he said, following his father. He looked back toward Regina. It surprised him that his father was forgoing manners and he was still glowing from her earlier compliment about his shirt. "It was nice meeting you, Regina." He gave her a winning smile. She winked and made a kiss face in his direction.
"Bye, dear."
"Come, David," he father beckoned and led him out of the room, with a hand on his shoulder.
As soon as they were out of sight, Blue's smile disappeared and she unbuttoned her cardigan quickly. Regina play gasped. She loved watching Blue's true self emerge. It was a sight few were privileged enough to witness. Blue unbuttoned the top few buttons of the blouse underneath like they were restricting her breath. "I didn't realize you were going to be hosting the most charming idiots of Storybrooke today. I would have planned to be away longer," Regina continued. Blue looked at Regina as she sat down. She pulled out her rosary.
"Just taking the poor boy into my service." She unlatched the secret compartment of the rosary and took a bump. "Trying to make all of his daddy's wishes come true." Regina scoffed. "Oh by the way, our dear sweet parents called when you were out."
"Lovely," Regina said rolling her eyes. "How is your cantankerous father enjoying the Nazi capital?"
"He suspects your power-crazed heartless wench of mother is fucking their new tailor."
"Good."
Blue looked at her closely. "What's the matter with you today? Dr. Archibald Hopper's son not curing your woes?"
"It was satisfactory." She pulled out a business card. "Kathryn." Her eyes widened dramatically and affected a babyish voice and said, "Call me." She flung the card at Blue and sighed. Blue looked at it with feigned interest and hummed. She used it to separate lines and rolled it up as Regina paced across the room. She snorted a line with it.
"I'm so sick of sleeping with all of these elitist 'royals'," Regina whined. She rolled her eyes at the word royals. She imagined real royalty would have more complexity than the self-declared royalty of Storybrooke. "They are all so dense nothing astounds them anymore."
"Don't worry, love. I have a new conquest for you." Regina looked back at Blue.
"What?" she spat out, approaching slowly.
"You remember Abigail Nolan? Daughter of the self-proclaimed modern Midas?"
"You mean the self-righteous homophobic bitch who dumped you over the holiday?" Regina asked looking her nails over.
"I went to great lengths to satisfy her wishes. I did things for her… well. Sacrifices were made." Blue looked away with a feigned sadness.
"Sorry," Regina said with a little shrug and the corner of her mouth rose slightly. "It would appear sacrifice is overrated."
"Anyway. My feelings were hurt when I discovered she was courting someone else. A man. She claims she has fallen for him."
"You can't possibly mean," Regina trailed off looking incredulously at the exit the Spencers had so recently departed.
"None other than David Nolan. I imagine his complete lack of sexual prowess is a draw."
"So that is what this was all about," Regina said snickering at the idea that David Nolan could steal anything from anyone.
"It's not as funny as you think."
"I beg to differ." She began her pacing anew, touching the odd personal effect resting on the tables, faux family photos and the like. "So David?" Regina asked as she looked back at Blue, who was now draped seductively across the love seat. Regina's eyes narrowed.
"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. When I finish with David, he'll just be another stupid man. Damaged goods to poor, sweet Abigail."
"Why go through David? Why not just destroy Abigail?"
"If I go after her, it could come back to me. I can't have that happen. Everybody loves me and I intend to keep it that way." Blue tossed her head back against the armrest. "We all have our reputations to uphold and I like mine where it is. I'd rather not drag it about the gutter like you."
"I see your point. But really," She paused. "Why should I care?" she asked, glancing at her stepsister. Blue didn't say anything for a moment and Regina's eyes fell to the hand absently running down exposed cleavage. A soft sigh escaped Blue's lips.
"He's got that awkward charm about him don't you think?" she asked softly and a little breathlessly. She drew her knees up after slipping off her heels. "He's quite in shape. All those hours on the farm." Her fingers dragged across her stomach as Regina approached. "Firm abs." Her stocking clad foot slipped between Regina's legs. She drew it up Regina's leather boot. "Nice tight ass." Regina moved over her, hands sliding up Blue's legs, slowly and firmly. Regina brought her face close and Blue reached into her hair, softly moving her fingertips across Regina's scalp. "A handsome man like that, unsullied and innocent, could be easily molded." She moved her lips closer to Regina's as she looked up into lust blown eyes that seemed black as night. "Mold him," she said into Regina's mouth, her lips grazing Regina's in the lightest touch.
"I can't," Regina said, with a pained look. Blue shoved her off roughly. She fell back onto the couch as Blue stood.
"Why not?" Blue demanded. Regina pulled her blazer off. She was feeling a bit overheated. Blue moved to stand dramatically on the other side of the room.
"It's too easy," Regina began. "Get one of your ridiculous followers to do it. If cult leader Blue demands…" she said, taking Blue's position on the couch. "I have a reputation to uphold as well. David Nolan would do nothing for me." She sighed. "I got a lot of cool things!" she mocked. "I could have him eating me out under a table at Granny's before she brought me my salad." Blue scowled.
"And fucking your therapist's son is a challenge?" Blue snapped back.
"He was overcharging." She smiled. "And his dog always tried to hump my leg." She stood suddenly and grabbed a magazine off a side table. "Now this is a challenge." She tossed it in front of Blue who had settled in a chair by the window.
"I'm not interested in the latest dating tips from Taylor Swift," Blue intoned.
"For God's sake, shut up and turn to page 63." Blue groaned in exasperation, but did as she was asked while Regina gazed over her shoulder.
"Why I Plan to Wait: A Queer Virgin's Manifesto by Emma Swan. Tallahassee, Tennessee," Blue read aloud. Regina began to rub Blue's shoulders. Her fingers moved slowly toward the tempting cleavage.
"Jesus Christ, is she for real?" Blue asked, looking at the blonde writer's photo as Regina's fingers dropped lower. Miss Swan was rather pretty with very nice eyes, but really, a manifesto about being queer and chaste. Ridiculous. Society often looked at lgbt people as being promiscuous, but waiting for marriage when marriage wasn't even guaranteed. The poor girl would never have sex.
"She's her parent's greatest success. Savior of the Queers. Paradigm of chastity and purity," Regina declared. Her hand reached Blue's breast as she said purity and she gave it a quick, firm squeeze. She withdrew it immediately and snatched the magazine out of Blue's hands.
"Savior of the prudes sounds more appropriate," Blue said sourly.
Regina began reading through it. "Let's see tedious, tedious, pathetic, I had no parents until the Swans rescued me. Boring, boring, adoption is great, boring, making a mature decision for my future," Regina continued reading mockingly. "Oh, she has a girlfriend named Ruby. Going out for a year. Ruby understands and wants to wait for equality, too."
"Ruby's frigid or fucking someone else. Too bad for you Tallahassee is so far, far away."
"Aha Tallahassee may be, but our virgin is not." Regina gave Blue a mischievous grin. "Miss Swan's sweet, noble, adopted father has just accepted the recently vacated headmaster's position at Storybrooke Academy." Regina's smirk grew. "She's staying with my uncle Jefferson while her parents finish the move. Can you imagine what this will do for my reputation?" She looked off into the distance. "Screwing the new headmaster's virginal daughter before school even starts. Getting the savior to taste my forbidden fruit. She'll be my greatest victory."
"You don't stand a chance. You may be skilled Regina, but this is completely out of your league." Regina looked at her and blinked.
"Care to make a wager on that?" she asked confidently.
Blue looked up at her through her eyelashes with a small smile. "I'll think about it," she replied.
"Oh well," Regina sighed out and stood abruptly. She grabbed her blazer. "Dr. Hopper and dear Woody will make for an entertaining new chapter to my book," she said as she neared the door.
"I still can't believe you use such a ridiculous journal. Once Upon a Time. Could you be more prosaic?"'
"Could you be more desperate to read it?" she asked, pushing through the door to her office, tossing the magazine and her journal onto her desk. It was leather with a tong to tie it shut. On the cover, the title Once Upon a Time was burned into the leather. She lit a cigarette and poured herself a glass of cider.
"Oh Regina," Blue's sugary sweet voice called from the other room. Regina stretched her neck and looked through the door and down the corridor. Blue stood with her hands on her hips and her blouse hanging delightfully open as she pushed out her chest. "Can you come here a minute?" Regina looked up at the ceiling and took a drag of her cigarette before slamming it into the ashtray. She walked back to Blue reluctantly. "About that little wager of yours. I'm in."
"And your terms?" Regina asked as Blue began backing into her bedroom. Regina followed closely, keeping within her personal space.
"If I win, then that hot little car of yours is all mine," she said, still backing up with Regina in pursuit. Blue's legs hit the bed.
"And if I win?" Regina asked haughtily. Blue pulled the cardigan over her shoulders, tossing it aside.
"I'll give you something you've been dreaming about since our parents first married." Blue said as she unbuttoned a few more buttons, fully exposing her electric blue bra. She leaned back onto her bed and sat with her hands on both sides supporting her.
"I want an unambiguous answer. You know I don't trust a deal if it isn't spelled out," she said, her eyes straying down before returning to Blue's eyes.
"In explicit terms then," she paused, staring directly into Regina's eyes. "I'll fuck your brains out." Regina's mouth opened and she fumbled momentarily, licking her lips.
"What makes you think I would go for such a deal? That's a 560 SL Mercedes Benz. It's a classic," Regina countered, jaw clenching.
"You always want what you can't have and I am the only person you can't control and it kills you," she said, leaning back seductively, fluttering her eyelashes and pursing her lips.
Regina raised her eyebrow and shook her head. "No." She moved toward the door, done with the game, even as she heard Blue move into what she could only imagine was an even more suggestive pose.
"You can put it anywhere." Regina stopped dead and slowly turned around. Her eyes ran up and down Blue's body. Her imagination ran wild.
"You've got a deal," she said with a pleased smirk. Blue smiled and sat up. Regina closed the distance and they shook on it.
"Happy hunting, Regina."
A/N: Thanks to aryousavvy on Tumblr for her photoset that inspired this. post/72244136728/once-upon-a-time-au-cruel-intentions-2
I'm planning to follow close to the original story of Cruel Intentions. So, looking at a sad ending and some hetero pairing. There will be Evil Charming and Snowing, but in a similar way to the film so it won't be explicit. I'll try and keep the characters from being too OOC, but my head canon might get the better of me as in the case of the Blue Fairy being Kathryn. I hope you enjoy. Oh, and I'm acautionarytale on tumblr if you are so inclined.