Hi again!
I may have forgotten to mention that Emma is the Dark Swan for a while here but without magic. She's pretty...dark and twisted but she can't curse anyone into stone unfortunately. No magic.
DSQ :: DRAGON SWAN QUEEN :: DSQ
DSQ :: DRAGON SWAN QUEEN :: DSQ
Will Scarlet stared at the federal agents in disbelief and anger. "This isn't legal." He set his hands on the table, making the handcuffs clang against the cold steel. "You can't make me do this."
The DEA Agent across the table chuckled. "See, that's where you're wrong. I can make you do this and so much more because if you don't..." the Agent twisted the unlabeled brown folder around and opened it, showing Will his long rap-sheet and photos of him committing some of those crimes. "I have enough to put you away for a very long time. Choice is yours."
Will glared at the brunette but he was powerless to do anything, he picked up his cell phone slowly. "You don't know who you're dealing with."
"Call her. Now." the DEA Agent ordered, closing the folder calmly. "Remember what I told you to say and if you stray from the script...well, just don't do it. You won't like what I'll do to you." The two guards by the door shared an amused look but neither made a sound or so much as twitched.
Will Scarlet scowled as he unlocked his phone and called his lawyer. He was hoping she didn't answer, but unfortunately she did. "What have you done this time?"
Will forced a chuckle, "I um, I haven't done anything this time but I have a friend...she uh...well she did some bad shit and she needs a good lawyer so I recommended you."
"So why are you calling me?"
"Um..." Will looked at the DEA Agent nervously, but she simply stared back at him blankly. "I didn't think you'd appreciate...I know how paranoid you are. So are you interested?"
There was a long pause and everyone in the small interrogation room waited for her answer with baited breaths. "What did she do?"
Will sighed, and shrugged..his handcuffs rattling slightly and he looked up at the Agent nervously hoping Emma didn't hear it. "Um, I don't know. I'm meeting her for lunch later...I'll give her your number then. Okay?"
"Fine, but you know my price. Can she fit the bill?"
Will glared at the DEA Agent but she barely reacted. "Trust me, she can."
"Good." click.
Will tossed his phone across the table, and held up his wrists. "It's done, now can you let me go? I have shit to do today."
The brunette rose from her chair after collecting the folder and his phone. "I'm afraid I can't do that, not until my mission is complete, but you'll be happy to know you won't be housed with the general population in prison. Your sentence is undetermined because I've no idea how long this will take. Thank you for your help Mr. Scarlet...don't drop the soap."
The guards shut the door after the Agent, no one paying the screaming man any mind as he beat the table with his fists demanding his lawyer and a phone call. Oh the irony.
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Two days later...
Emma Nolan sat in her office, doing some work—trying not to stress over the lawsuit that was in her near future. She was so engrossed in her work the knock on her door startled her. Emma checked her watch and realized that her three o'clock appointment, Regina Mills, was on the other side of her door. "Come in."
What entered her high-classed office was the complete opposite. The woman had long dark hair that fell past her shoulders. She was wearing the tightest leather pants Emma had ever seen along with a hooded leather jacket on top of a dark gray shirt. The blonde quietly watched the woman shut the door and set her red and black motorcycle helmet on the sofa before dropping down on it like she owned the place. She even kicked her boots off and placed her feet on the table; intense brown eyes watching Emma carefully.
The defense attorney offered a tight smile. Okay. Exhaling deeply, Emma closed her laptop and put away her file. "Yeah, make yourself at home. Do you want me to cook you dinner too?"
A finely plucked eyebrow rose in amusement. "If you insist dear."
"You're here as a favor. Don't waste my time. Why are you requesting my service?" Emma leaned back in her chair, arms folded.
Regina nodded, "I assume you read my file. You know what they're accusing me of right?" With Emma's nod of confirmation, Regina continued on. "Prison isn't my endgame so I'll be willing to pay you whatever you want after you keep me out of jail. We have a deal, Ms. Nolan?"
"You're being accused of drug smuggling and murder. That's a tough home run but I do like a challenge so yes. We have a deal."
Regina raised a brow. "Don't you want to know if I did it or not?"
Emma waved her off her question. "I don't really care."
"I'm guilty." Regina challenged, eyes narrowed and Emma couldn't decipher what was behind that look and it made her uneasy, but she ignored her gut because they paycheck was going to be nice when she won this case.
"That's nice, but you're pleading not guilty so I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear that. I'll call you at the end of the week for the arraignment. That okay with you Regina?"
"I didn't know we are on a first name basis, Em-ma." The blonde ignored the tingle that zipped down her spine. "Usually I take a girl out to dinner for that then I take her home and well...you know."
Ah she's one of those types. Great. Last thing I need. "I'm not a girl, and I'm not interested in going home with you to well...you know." Emma shot back mockingly and Regina just laughed, showing her perfect pearly white teeth.
"Why not? You're gorgeous and I'd love to get you on the back my bike. It'll be a ride you'd never forget."
"Yeah right."
"What?" Regina took her feet off the table, setting her elbows on the top of her knees as she leaned forward curiously. "Boyfriend won't let you out past ten?"
"Don't have a boyfriend, not that it's any of your business."
"What about a girlfriend? You look like the type to—"
"I'm single but I'm very much unavailable to you. You're not my type, Ms. Mills, so if you're done fucking up the rest of my day get out and expect my call in a couple of days."
"Of course. My apologies." Regina laughed again, slipping her feet back into her boots and gathered her helmet. She was just about to open the door but she stopped and turned to Emma who was watching her like a hawk. "I'm exactly your type, sweetheart. You just don't know it yet." Regina shut the door soundly behind her with a wicked smirk.
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Emma Nolan closed her front door—more like slammed it shut—and tossed her high heels to the side beneath the foyer table. She left the office an hour and half later than what she planned but she did manage to catch up on her paperwork. Even though she tried her damnedest, Emma couldn't shake the thoughts of Regina Mills from her mind. It was like the woman planted a seed in her head and Emma hated it. Emma absentmindedly began unbuttoning her blouse, making her way to the stairs. The only other person to plague her mind like this was—
"How was work?"
Emma nearly jumped out of her skin, back pressed against the wall. "Shit! Mal, what the fuck?!"
The taller and older blonde chuckled, "I didn't mean to scare you, Emma, but the look on your face was priceless."
"It's fine. What are you doing here Mallory?" Emma rubbed her forehead, shaking her head with a tired smile.
"Oh full name now? You must be stressed, here." Cool hands pushed aside her own and began massaging her temples and Emma couldn't suppress the grateful moan. "I stopped by because it's been almost week since we last saw each other."
Emma smiled softly, placing her hands on the older womans hips just above her holstered government weapon, and pulled her closer, hissing quietly when the cold metal of the FBI badge hanging around Mallory's neck touched her warm skin.
Mallory chuckled, but she could see how tired her lover was and wasn't going to push the younger woman for sex...tonight. "I can go if you'd like me to Emma?"
"Nah." Emma shook her head and weaseled her way from between the wall and her unofficial girlfriend. "You can stay but I have conditions, Lory."
Mallory chuckled, following the other woman up the stairs, eyes on her ass beneath the tight slacks she wore. "Yes, of course you do. What are they?"
"I want a back massage when I get out of the shower, and I want Chinese take out."
The FBI Agent followed her lover into the master bedroom and climbed in the middle of the bed after kicking off her boots, hands behind her head as she watched Emma strip out of her work clothes and toss them this way and that. "Anything else I can do to you...or for you?"
Emma glanced at Mallory's grown excitement beneath the fabric of her own slacks with a knowing grin, tossing her bra on top of the Agent's groin with perfect aim. "Not yet, Dragon. Order my food first."
Mallory pulled out her cell phone, eyes still glued to Emma until the bathroom door swung shut. After she ordered the food, the Federal Agent closed the blinds and pulled out the vanilla scented candles from the bottom drawer of the nightstand. By the time Emma dragged herself out of the shower half an hour later, the food was already sitting on the kitchen counter and the bed was ready for Emma. Mallory was sitting on the edge of the bed in her boxer briefs and sports bra watching the news. She wasn't surprised when Emma walked out of the bathroom stark naked with steam following her out but she wasn't exactly complaining either.
The older woman shifted, clearing her throat. "The food is downstairs."
"I'll eat later." Emma crawled on the bed past the woman and laid down on her stomach, head on the pillow. "Smells nice in here. I could just go to sleep right about now."
Mallory slipped off her sports bra and boy shorts before she carefully settled over Emma's derriere, and she was aware that the attorney could feel her erection but they both ignored it—for now. Mal poured a generous amount of grapeseed oil into the palm of her hand and rubbed them together to make sure her hands were warm before touching her lover.
"Mmm."Emma sighed softly when she felt Mallory's hands gently kneading into the top of her shoulders. "How was your first day as Deputy Director?"
The older woman shrugged slightly. "More paperwork than I would like, but I can still qualify for field work if I really needed to kick down someone's door."
Emma scoffed into her pillow, "Is that why you're still wearing your badge under your shirt?" Emma suddenly winced when her lover found a knot and pressed into it. "Bitch."
Mallory chuckled, "Baby, I want to try something tonight. Are you up for a little experimenting?"
"Um..."Emma sat up a little to look over her shoulder. "Maybe. What did you have in mind?"
"Lay down and spread your legs."
Emma gave Mal a look but she did as she was asked, well told rather, without much complaint. Mallory scooted further down Emma's body and smiled to herself. Emma's was hornier than she let on, and Mal discovered that Emma was more than ready for what she had planned. Using her own well oiled hands, the older blonde oiled her erection. When she was ready, she slipped her free hand beneath Emma's lower stomach and lifted her off the bed a couple of inches so that she could press the head of her cock against Emma's pink nether lips.
"Oh." Emma breathed out with a shudder when she felt her lover's thick cock slowly burying itself inside of her.
"Why are you always so tight?" Mallory groaned as she leaned over Emma, hands on either side of the lawyer's head as she began to gently rock her hips to ease the rest of her dick into Emma. "Do we not have enough sex? Jesus."
"It's magic," Emma grunted softly when Mal finally bottomed out as far as she could in that position. "Oh god...that feels so good."
Mal removed her hand and pressed the younger woman's lower body back down to the mattress, Emma closed her legs and crossed her ankles. Mal gasped sharply and had to force herself not to come inside of Emma so quickly. She didn't think that she'd be suffocated like this. Emma was tighter than she ever had been before and Mal loved it.
She leaned down to kiss behind Emma's left ear, rocking her hips as gently as she could manage without hurting Emma. "How does that feel baby?" She got a moan in response and chuckled confidently but said nothing more. Resting her body on top of Emma's, Mallory pulled out as far she dared then eased her way back in, keeping the gentle pace not wishing to hurt Emma. She kept up that pace for what felt like an eternity.
"Lory, please!"
Hearing Emma beg was music to Mallory's ears. "Please what, darling?" She nipped at Emma's shoulder, still keeping up her tantalizingly slow pace, ignoring her own arousal.
Emma lifted her hips into Mal's using her body to beg for what she wanted. She could feel Mal breathing down her neck and she knew she wanted the same thing. Emma's orgasm wasn't far off but she wanted more. She needed more.
"Don't tease...Lory, please..harder" Emma moans sounded strangled as she somehow found a way to rub her engorged clit against the sheets and she was squeezing Mal's cock impossibly tighter now. Mal couldn't resist anymore. She'd teased and waited long enough.
Mallory rocked into Emma harder and faster, the sound of their bodies drowned out the sounds of the TV playing in the background.
"Harder...Mal, I need.."
Even if Emma couldn't articulate what she wanted, Mal had somehow read her mind and delivered. Emma tried to lift herself from the bed as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave but Mal wouldn't let her. She kept Emma pressed to bed, biting the back of her neck in warning to be still. Emma's cries were muffled by the pillow but Mal could hear her just fine.
She continued to fuck Emma in that position through two more orgasms, holding the quivering woman down until she was ready to cum. Mallory groaned into Emma's hair, releasing thick strings of cum into Emma. She felt some their combined essence leak out onto the sheets beneath them when she pulled out but she made no move to get off of Emma.
Both of them were breathing deeply, fighting the inevitable sleep they've been craving all day, especially now, seeing as they'd used the last bit of their energy together.
"I need another shower." Emma groaned sleepily.
Mal kissed Emma's pale skin and grinned. "The Mallory Rose special was a success."
Emma snorted, mumbling "yeah right" just before she fell asleep, drooling on her pillow. Mal got off of Emma and blew out the candles before she settled behind her lover and went to sleep.
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Later that night…
Emma wasn't sure what time it was when she woke up, she laid there for a while, her body completely relaxed and she felt like she was on cloud 9. She finally opened her eyes when she realized Mallory wasn't asleep behind her. Shifting around onto her back, Emma pushed herself into sitting position. Mal looked at Emma with a tired smile. "Welcome back to the land of the living."
Emma rolled her neck, popping it softly. "Did you leave me any food?"
Mal shook her head, closing her laptop halfway so the brightness of the screen wasn't blinding Emma. "Of course I did. I value my life."
"You rock babe." Emma leaned over to kiss Mal's cheek before slipping out of the bed. Mallory watched Emma pull on a short red robe and leave the room. She wanted to follow after her but she knew she needed to finish her paperwork in a timely matter for the meeting she didn't want to attend the following morning. Half an hour later, Emma came strolling back into the room with a full stomach and saw her lover hunched over her laptop sporting a frown and gnawing on her bottom lip.
"What's up with the face?"
"Just having some difficulty piecing this report together. Something doesn't add up."
Emma looked over the blonde's shoulder in confusion. "Is that a case? I thought you didn't have to do cases anymore?"
"I don't but I'm still loyal to my unit, and they need some help with this."
"Oh." Emma looked over the details of the report casually, wrapping her arms around Mallory's shoulders from behind. "So what's the problem?"
The Federal Agent shook her head, scrolling down slowly. "Well, you've heard about the torsos being found in California right?"
Emma grimaced. "Yeah."
"Well, my unit is out there now and they're hitting wall after wall trying to figure out where the rest of the body parts are...it doesn't make sense to be just missing the head, arms, and legs. They can't even create a profile because the victimology is too broad. They sent the case to me to avoid pushing it to a cold case but...I'm afraid that's exactly what's going to happen."
Emma hums quietly, a thoughtful look on her face. She's never given the issue in California much thought because it was utterly disturbing but now that it was right there in front of her, she realized that she knew something that the FBI apparently didn't.
Mallory turned slightly. "I know that hum. What are you thinking darling?"
Emma slipped off the bed quietly, leaving the room to go into her personal home office down the hall. She flipped on the room light and started looking through the files she kept in alphabetical order, so focused on her task she didn't hear Mallory follow after her, but the Deputy Director kept quiet and perched herself on the edge of the desk with her arms crossed. Emma finally found the file she was looking for and turned around, nearly having a heart attack seeing Mal sitting behind her. "Fuck, stop doing that Lory."
"What's that?"
Emma looked down at the file in her hands with a deep sigh. "I had a client come to me about two years for human trafficking. At the time I was on retainer...I won't go into the details of it all because it's in here, but I think this can help your unit with their case. He was riding around with three legs in the trunk of his car."
Mallory opened the folder, browsing through the documents with a frown. "Three legs? Three different victims...What was the verdict of the case?"
Emma shrugged. "I don't know. I didn't take his case...it was out of my comfort zone. I have a tech analyst on payroll and he did a little digging on this guy, and I think what you'll find is more than helpful."
Mallory set the folder down and held up a single sheet of paper. "Is this a list of websites?" Emma nodded. "Is this what I think it is? Why were you keeping this locked away? This could lock away a trafficking ring right here in the United States. Do you know where this guy is now?"
Emma gestured towards the file casually. "It's all in there, Lory, I didn't report it because at the time I was under oath, and when he fired me I simply forgot about it."
"We'll talk about this later." The older blonde collected the file and leaned forward pressing a firm kiss on thin pink lips. "One day I'm going to marry you."
Emma smiled into the kiss. "All you have to do is ask, Lory."
Mallory looked down at Emma with a curious look before she kissed her again. "I will hold you to that..." She paused hesitantly, smiling apologetically. "Emma—"
"Go. Help your unit solve their case, I understand." Emma always understood because her own schedule could be just as demanding and Mal loved her for it, and she had secretly hoped Emma loved her back. She'd caught glimpses of it, but nothing promising that it wasn't just her imagination. Mallory was almost out of the door when the lawyer called her name. She turned, waiting for Emma to say something but all she got was a tender smile...that smile was hope; and it was readily returned.
"Goodnight, Emma. I'll call you tomorrow." Mallory went back to the bedroom and got dressed quickly before leaving the house quietly with her briefcase, unaware that Emma was watching her get into her off-road jeep from her office window with that same smile still gracing her beautiful face.
"All you have to do is ask." Emma repeated quietly, watching Mal disappear down the road longingly.
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DSQ :: DRAGON SWAN QUEEN :: DSQ
Thank you Gravity In The Air for some awesome brainstorming and editing, and more brainstorming and good laughs. Lol, hope you all enjoyed. See ya next time awesome nerds.
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