After the shopping excursion to Boston, she had been quite relentless in her pursuit of her goal. She had worn a few of the different outfits she'd purchased, mixed with some of her older ones that she hadn't worn recently. She had been careful to leave the top three buttons of her tops undone, instead of her usual two. She had even hemmed some of her skirts so that they were shorter, bordering on improper. And while people certainly noticed, the one person she had wanted to win over didn't seem at all moved by the new outfits beyond usual.
Regina was frustrated. Usually, it wouldn't take this long to bed someone she wanted. Usually, all she had to do was command someone to get on their knees for her and they would, without hesitation. She was quite beautiful, something her mother had emphasized as she was growing up, and Regina knew how to use that to her advantage. She was also very alluring and even as the Evil Queen, there were countless numbers of people willing and ready to please her.
But she admitted to herself, she did not just want to bed this person she was after. No, she wanted to build a life with this person, and that required a lot more than brief glimpses of toned thighs and full cleavage, no matter how delectable they were. Plus, if she were being honest with herself, none of the people who had ever shared her bed had been able to bring her the pleasure she so sought. She had not been able to experience an orgasm that was not caused by her own hand, although she became quite adept at faking it when the occasion merited itself.
Regina was certain, however, that if she was able to obtain whom she desired, she would not be faking anything. Unfortunately, that did not seem to be in the cards for the present, so she was currently taking care of herself. It was early morning and Henry was with Emma, so Regina felt license enough to take her pleasure into her own hands, an indulgence she rarely let herself have.
As with the few other times she had pleasured herself since realizing that she was in love with someone again, she pictured that person in her mind. And as with those previous times, it did not take her long to reach climax.
She sighed, wishing that her fantasy had been reality. And just like every other time, she got out of bed with renewed determination. She would get what she wanted.
She looked in her closet to pick out the perfect outfit, deciding on one of the ones Emma had picked out in Boston. She didn't even bother washing her hands before getting dressed, an action that went against all of her principles of cleanliness, but she hoped that maybe the scent would linger enough to at least attract the object of her affections, if the outfit didn't do the trick.
Desperate times do require desperate measures after all, Regina thought to herself.
Lunch had become a regular occurrence for the mayor and the sheriff. Usually, she and Emma swapped locations, so every other day she was eating in Emma's office or Emma was eating in hers. Currently, Regina was perched quite strategically on the edge of Emma's desk, picking at a salad.
"You know," Emma said, offering Regina her fries, "you don't have to keep ordering the salad if you don't like it."
Regina expertly uncrossed and recrossed her legs, watching as Emma's eyes briefly shifted from her own down to where her skirt rode up briefly, revealing more of her toned thighs. She snatched a fry and slowly brought it up to her lips, once again capturing Emma's attention as the blonde seemed riveted by the fry in her hand.
"I like the salad just fine, Miss Swan," she said, finally placing the fry in her mouth. What she had forgotten, however, is that she had masturbated that morning and the taste of herself was still very much on her fingers. She moaned, slightly, as she tasted herself mingled with the taste of the French fry, almost completely forgetting Emma was still staring at her.
Emma managed to blush and smirk at the same time, as she said, "Seems like you like my fries a whole lot more."
"Yes, well," Regina said, recovering herself, "I refuse to eat unhealthily with as much frequency as you do."
"Please," Emma scoffed. "With a body like yours, I'm sure you could eat whatever the hell you want and not worry about a thing. And, I don't know if you've noticed but I take pretty good care of myself."
With this remark, Emma lifted up her shirt to show off her abs to Regina, which caused Regina to promptly start choking on her salad.
"Shit," Emma exclaimed, scrambling up to get behind Regina in order to perform the Heimlich Maneuver. Once the threat of death had passed, Emma sighed in relief. "I'm sorry, Regina. I know people who would die for my abs, but I didn't want to kill you, honest."
Regina would have laughed at that, but she was still recovering herself from the sight of Emma's abdominal muscles, almost dying, and the feeling of Emma still lingering behind her, her hands on her waist.
"I, uh," Regina managed, "think we ought to call this lunch a little short. I'll see you later, Miss Swan."
Emma reluctantly let go of Regina and moved back to her seat, "Um, okay."
Regina couldn't help but feel that Emma sounded a little disappointed. And, fortunately, this time when she left the police station, she did hear Emma say, "That outfit looks really good on you."
It was Halloween. And she'd been trying to drum up more than passing attraction for weeks. This was it. Tonight she was going to get what she wanted or she was going to give up.
Decked out in the best of her Evil Queen attire, thankful she had saved some of it, Regina rang the doorbell of Emma's new place. It was currently the blonde's week with Henry, so Regina had to go to the blonde's to pick up both their son and his other mother or they'd surely be late to Snow White's Halloween party. And while Regina would have been perfectly fine with missing one of the Charming's endless parties, Henry and Emma were quite insistent that she attend. So Regina had donned one of her most appealing outfits, deciding that Halloween was the perfect excuse to dress up like the Evil Queen she used to be and hopefully urge her crush (a term she loathed) to make a move.
Henry answered the door and instead of a pleasant hello, he greeted Regina with a roll of his eyes.
"What?" Regina asked, really hating this new attitude Henry seemed to be developing.
"Give it a break, Mom," he said.
"Give what a break?"
"Please," he scoffed. "As if it isn't painfully obvious what you're doing."
"And just what am I doing?"
Henry quickly looked behind him, making sure there was no sign of his blonde mother, before he whispered, "I know you're trying to seduce Ma."
Regina was shocked, momentarily, at how quickly her son had looked through her when no one else in town seemed any the wiser. But then she remembered that this was the same boy who had seen through her curse and she sighed.
"Do you have a problem with the idea of me and Miss Swan together?"
Henry once again rolled his eyes. "No. And for God's sake, her name is Emma. If you want to be with her, you should probably call her by her name. And I think you two would be perfect for each other."
"Really?" Regina was noticeably surprised.
"Yeah," Henry smiled, and Regina was pleased to note how much he looked like Emma in that instant. "I think you guys would make each other happy. But this," and he gestured to her outfit, "has got to stop. You're making Ma crazy."
Regina was intrigued, "I am?"
"Yes," Henry insisted. "Every time she's seen you, she just stares. Or worse, she just talks about how hot she thinks you are, and that's gross. Remember last week when she came to pick me up and you answered the door in that dress and she spent like forever staring at you and wishing you'd invite her in? Then we had to have the most awkward dinner in the history of ever because all she did was stare at you and compliment you? 'Oh, Regina, your lasagna is amazing. Oh, Regina, that dress looks really great on you. Were you planning on going anywhere?'"
Henry crossed his arms. He was not amused. "I wanted to throw up. She was worse than Gramps and Grams on their worst days."
"Well," Regina reasoned, "if you're so sure she likes me, why hasn't she made a move?"
Henry laughed, "She doesn't like you, Mom. She loves you. Like really, really loves you. And she hasn't 'made a move' because she's scared."
"Of me?" Regina was incredulous. Emma Swan had never appeared to be frightened of her before.
"No," Henry replied. "Of herself. She doesn't want to mess anything up."
Regina sniffed, "If anyone is going to mess anything up, it will be me."
Henry's face suddenly turned very serious. "Don't talk like that. Neither of you will mess it up. You're perfect for each other. And I've been telling Ma that for forever. Since before the curse broke."
"Really?"
Henry shrugged, "Well, yeah. I mean. She's the Savior, you know? White Knight? And you were the Evil Queen. I figured out of everyone, you needed the most saving."
Regina was incredibly touched by these words. "Thank you," she whispered.
"Don't mention it," Henry brushed her off. "Now, Ma's been upstairs trying on every single thing she owns to try to impress you tonight and clearly you've done all this. Which, thank you for scarring me for life. I think I might be gay now."
"What?" Regina asked, completely uncomfortable thinking of her son as a sexual being in any sense.
"Well," Henry said, clearly debating on whether or not to say anything, "you're pretty sexy, Mom, and this outfit is doing weird things to me. I am hitting puberty, and you might have just ruined women for me forever."
Both Mills were in a very awkward silence when Emma Swan bounded down the stairs and toward the front door.
"Hey, kid, when you answer the door, you're supposed to let the person in."
But then Emma's jaw dropped and she just stared. She was completely unapologetic as she muttered, "Damn, Regina, are you trying to kill me?"
"Not this time, dear," Regina smirked, shaken out of her Henry-induced awkward daze. "You see something you like?"
Hearing confirmation from Henry that Emma actually did return her feelings, Regina was feeling much, much more confident.
"Definitely," Emma nodded vigorously. "You look even better that when I first saw you as the Evil Queen."
"This is gross," Henry interrupted. "Let's go."
Regina just laughed and shook her head. She didn't even get a chance to tell Emma she very much liked her costume as well. The leather pants were quite appealing.
Unfortunately, Emma did not make a move Halloween night and Regina was seriously about an inch away from going insane. Emma clearly liked her, but obviously subtle was not her style at all, since none of Regina's hints had spurned the other woman into action.
So with Henry in tow, encouraging her to just outright admit her feelings to Emma, Regina knocked on Snow's door, interrupting brunch. David answered the door with a smile and allowed both Regina and Henry in. After exchanging pleasantries with the Charmings, baby Neal, and Emma, Regina made her request.
"Snow, David," she said, "would you mind watching Henry today and allowing him to sleep over tonight? I have plans."
Henry rolled his eyes. This was not what he had pictured.
Emma immediately sprung up from her seat at the kitchen table.
"What plans do you have that will take all day and all night?"
Henry had to keep himself from laughing at his ma's blatant jealousy.
"That's none of your concern," Regina lied. It wouldn't do to spoil her surprise.
"I think I have a right to know," Emma insisted. "And why can't I watch the kid?"
"It's my week with Henry and I know how much you like to have your alone time, so I thought I was doing a favor."
"So you decided to ask my parents?"
Henry and Snow and Charming, sick of this back and forth and ready for the two women to just admit their feelings for each other all broke in simultaneously:
"I wanted to spend time with baby Neal."
"We would enjoy getting to spend more time with Henry."
"It's been quite a while since Henry's stayed over, I'm sure Neal and David would love another boy to play with."
Emma stared at her family as if they'd betrayed her and then she looked at Regina. "Fine," she said. "Enjoy your night."
As Regina watched Emma huff back to her spot at the kitchen table and resume angrily eating her scrambled eggs, she felt bad about being the cause of Emma's foul mood. But, she reasoned, if all went according to plan, Emma wouldn't be in a foul mood for long.
"I plan to," Regina said as she left the Charmings' apartment.
Regina had spent the day getting meticulously ready for her evening. She had shaved and waxed in all of the places that needed to be shaved and waxed. She had showered twice. She had painted her nails a brilliant shade of red. She had applied a matching shade of lipstick, but decided to forego any other makeup. It wasn't quite necessary for what she had planned, and she knew Emma liked her more natural look. The blonde had said so on more than one occasion.
Finally, Regina donned the red lingerie she had purchased so long ago during that trip to Boston. The bra fit her breasts perfectly and the skimpy panties hinted at all of the right things. Covered by the sheer red negligee, Regina knew she looked absolutely seductive.
Magically transporting herself to Emma Swan's room, she arranged herself in a very appealing pose.
Luckily, Henry had done a little reconnaissance for her and told her Emma's schedule precisely. So at 6:02 when Regina heard keys in the front door, she was not surprised. She heard Emma grumbling as she made her way to the bedroom.
The light was still off in the room and the sun had just set, so the room was quite dark, which explained why Emma did not see her when she first opened the door.
"She's probably out having the time of her life with some guy," Regina heard Emma mumble to herself before the light switch was flipped and the room was bathed in fluorescent lighting.
"Unless you've got something to tell me, Emma," she drew out the blonde's name, "I'm pretty sure I'm not going to be with any guy tonight."
Emma dropped her phone. Regina was certain it cracked. But Emma did not look like she cared as she took in the vision of Regina on her bed. Slowly, as if scared Regina was an illusion that would disappear if she approached her too quickly, she drew neared to the bed.
"What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice carrying no trace of suspicion, just a guarded wariness.
"I'm taking what I've wanted for a long time," Regina stated before considering her position. She was not taking what she wanted, actually. She was splayed out on Emma Swan's bed in a very vulnerable position, both physically and emotionally. She was offering herself up, to Emma, to love, to the Savior. If she had been more religiously inclined and currently not planning on being ravished by the blonde, she'd have laughed at the similarities this had to an official sacrifice to a god, had she, too, been a virgin.
But then again, she thought, aside from at her own hands, she'd never before been brought to climax by anyone, so in a sense she was almost like a virgin, waiting to experience the sexual pleasure she could gain at another's actions. And she was certain that unlike her previous bedfellows, Emma Swan would not disappoint.
So she restated her claim, "I'm offering myself up to you, Emma. I want you, so here I am. Your move."
And both women smiled at the reference to an earlier time in their relationship. But instead of butchering her tree, Emma Swan did something a lot more pleasurable to Regina's forbidden fruit.
After hours of vigorous sex and tender lovemaking, Regina and Emma were both spent.
"You know," Emma panted, "out of all your outfits, I think I like what you're wearing right now the best."
Regina looked at Emma, "Nothing?"
"Me."