Emma was once again enjoying her coffee at Granny's on a Friday morning. Only now, everything had changed. The curse had broken, Henry's stories were true, and she now had a loving family. The happy reaction that Mary Margaret had expected from her at finding her family and finally having a home wasn't quite true. Ever since that day, Emma had been trying to avoid her parents as much as possible. Unfortunately, Henry was a sneaky little bastard and always found a way to involve her in his schemes.
The whole diner fell silent as the bell clanged loudly. Emma knew exactly who had entered. The Evil Queen. She clenched her thighs in an effort to control the aching need between them as memories of the last time they had conversed came to mind. She may have been shit-faced drunk, but the image of the mayor sitting on her face was not one she could easily forget.
She ruined your life and tried to kill your son, but you would still kneel before her if she demanded it be done.
"Here is your regular, your majesty." Ruby quickly handed the woman her breakfast in record time.
Emma snorted and took a drink of her energy booster. It seems she was the only one in this town who wasn't scared of Regina. She couldn't help but tense as the queen made her way over to her table and sat across from her.
"Well, well. Miss Swan. How is your happy ending treating you? Better than my son is treating me, considering the amount of time he spends over at your place." Regina bit into her English muffin as she waited for a clever comeback.
"Actually, he spends more time over there than I do."
Regina raised her eyes at the raw honesty as opposed to bitterness. "Are Mommy and Daddy dearest not what you always dreamed they would be?"
"They're not my parents," Emma sighed. "They gave up that right when they sent me away."
"Sounds awfully familiar, doesn't it?"
Emma bristled, knowing Regina was talking about Henry. "That's different. I didn't want to give him up. I had to. I tried to change my mind, but the papers were already signed. They took him not even 5 minutes after he was born."
Regina looked surprised at her confession. Her expression quickly morphed into a smirk. "Are you up for game night this week?"
Emma snorted as she finished her coffee. "That depends. Is it going to be like last week?"
"What was wrong with last week?" Regina asked innocently.
Ruby meekly approached, interrupting their conversation. "Granny says your meal is on the house, My Queen. As thanks for not destroying us."
Regina rolled her eyes. "Don't you have a leg to hump somewhere, Miss Lucas?"
Ruby's face flushed bright red. "I suppose so."
Emma frowned at her friend's obvious humility. "Regina, knock it off. Weren't we just having our own discussion?"
Ruby's eyes widened at Emma's boldness toward the Evil Queen. Regina simply smiled at her. "Oh right. I suppose you are rather eager to fuck me, aren't you Miss Swan?"
Now it was Emma's turn to blush. Ruby mumbled out an awkward goodbye and scurried off. Regina turned her attention back to Emma. "Well? You were saying?"
Emma leaned forward and lowered her voice. "Our game of leapfrog ended up with you sitting on my face and me eating you out."
Regina traced her finger across the back of Emma's hand. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy it because we both know you did. I bet your filthy little cunt is throbbing right now just thinking about it."
Emma wrenched her hand away. "Well it doesn't matter. I can't tonight. Mary Margaret is hosting a family game night of her own as a way to 'bond' with me."
Regina laughed merrily. "That's a punishment in itself now, isn't it?"
"Regina." Both women turned to see Mary Margaret holding two cups of cocoa near their table. "I didn't expect to see you here with my daughter."
"We're family, right dear?" Regina purred to her step-daughter.
Mary Margaret blinked and moved to sit down next to Emma. "I suppose we are." She was trying to be optimistic, but fear shone through her tone.
Regina stood to go. "Emma was just telling me about the family game night you are having. Usually that's mine and Emma's treat for Henry every week, but you are his grandmother I suppose."
"Oh." Mary Margaret swallowed hard while Emma tried to disappear into the paper she was staring at. "You can come too, if you'd like."
"Wonderful!" Regina clapped her hands like a giddy child. "I'll see you this evening."
Emma bounced her knee up and down, sullenly snapping a tortilla chip in half as she dipped it in salsa. This night was already going to be hell, but now that Regina was coming, she was sure to die.
"Emma!" Henry skidded across the wood floor in his socks. "I picked out a ton of fun games! We have Sorry, and Trouble, and Scrabble, and Candy Land, and Mad Gab and – "
"Whoa kid, slow down," Emma teased as the boy ran out of breath. "I'm sure we'll get around to playing all of them."
The somewhat good mood dropped as Regina arrived. Henry was in the midst of getting tickled by David when he noticed his other mother. "Mom. What are you doing here?"
Regina smiled tightly at him. "I'm here for family game night. I'm still your family, right?"
Henry swallowed hard. "You tried to kill Snow and destroy the happy endings. You should be banished."
"Henry!" Emma snapped as she saw the heartbreak in Regina's eyes.
"It's true! I don't want her here!" Henry yelled at her. "This was supposed to be fun!"
Emma stood, looming over the boy in a way that made him shut his mouth. "If you're going to act like that, you can go to bed instead of playing games."
Henry's lip quivered as he realized Emma wasn't the 'good' mom after all. He promptly grabbed his backpack and ran out the door, ignoring the voices of his family calling after him.
"I'll call Ruby to see if she can find him." Mary Margaret left the room. "I'll uh—go with her." David followed after, leaving the two women alone.
Emma sat down at the table and popped a few gumdrops in her mouth. Regina slowly joined her, her confident charade gone now that she was in a territory that wasn't her own. Emma offered her a piece of candy to which she declined.
"I don't care to have rotting teeth." Even her quips were weak.
Mary Margaret and David soon returned with cocoa and tea. "Henry is at Archie's for the night. Archie said he would talk to him and see if he can't calm him down," Mary Margaret announced. "There's no reason we can't still have our game night, is there?"
"Kill me," Emma mumbled under her breath. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Regina smirk.
"I really must be going." Regina stood and grabbed her jacket. "Since Henry isn't joining us, my time would best be served organizing my documents for my incompetent staff."
Emma stood up straight, shooting her a panicked look. She wouldn't leave her alone with her parents, would she? Regina may be evil, but she wasn't a monster.
Regina smiled pleasantly and went to the door.
Okay… maybe she was.
Three hours and one migraine later, Emma stomped up to Regina's door and flung it open, no longer caring if she got a fireball to the face. She found Regina in the den, sorting through documents. A Twister board lay spread out on the carpet and two full glasses of cabernet adorned the coffee table.
"What the fuck was that all about?" Emma snapped, gritting her teeth.
Regina casually looked up from her work. "What do you mean, dear? Henry left so I didn't feel the need to stay."
Emma pinned her with a glare. "You fucking left me alone with them. I had to spend hours playing Monopoly and cringing as they fought over which property they could buy from me, as if they were trying to assuage their guilt for sending me away. My mother even got genuinely pissed when David sent me to jail."
Regina shifted and stacked her papers beside her, rolling her neck as if it had been strained. "I have Twister set up if you would like to play."
Emma eyed the colorful board warily while Regina calmly sipped on her glass of wine. "So you can take advantage of me again? No thanks. I have a migraine to beat hell."
Regina laughed. "I would hardly call that taking advantage, my dear. Not since you were so…" the woman licked her lips, "willing."
"I was drunk!"
"I have alcohol."
Another wave of pain hit Emma so hard she nearly doubled over. She forced her eyes open as Regina came forward.
"Regina, what the hell?!" The blonde exclaimed as the woman laid her fingers on her temples.
"Would you stop acting like a child for two seconds, Miss Swan?"
Emma whimpered partially from pain (mostly from fear—Regina was the Evil Queen after all) but allowed her to violate her personal space. She gasped as she felt a warm pulse transfer from Regina's fingers into her brain. Her stress and pain melted away, and when the mayor pulled back, Emma felt 10 times lighter and something close to happy.
"So, Sheriff? Are you up for a game?"
A shit-eating grin plastered the blonde's face. "You're on."
"Right foot blue! That's your left, idiot! And that is my ass!" Regina was barking orders like a military general, and Emma was almost fed up with their little game. Although the queen was a bit tipsy, she could still play a top like nobody's business. First went the clothes. Next came Emma's freedom to spin the wheel and choose positions. Now they were tangled up like a twisted pretzel, and Emma was using all the strength she had not to collapse into Regina's ass which was dangerously close to her face.
As soon as Regina took her turn and shifted slightly away from her, Emma caved.
"I give. You win." Emma crumpled onto the slippery surface, resting her head on the coolness of the mat.
"You what?" Regina's voice was low, but held a tone that made her heart skip a beat. "Get up."
"No! I give up. You win. Congrats, Regina. Would you like a cookie?" Emma snapped sullenly.
"No." Regina spun around and grabbed a fistful of Emma's curls, yanking her to her knees. "I want you to get back into your position. Now."
Emma bit back a remark and silently did as she was instructed. A few years ago, she would have clocked anyone in the face for ordering her around like that. Now she was falling in under the mayor's thumb, her lust winning in the battle raging on in her mind.
What the hell have you gotten yourself into, Swan?
"Three hours." Regina's breath was hot on her ear. "That's how long I've been waiting for you. Doing your paperwork, might I add, because you are too incompetent of doing it yourself."
Long fingers swept up her glistening folds, becoming coated in the warmth Regina's voice was coaxing from her. Emma shut her eyes tightly.
"You left me, Regina— "
The nails in her hair dug against her scalp. "I expected you to follow. But apparently Em-ma, you are too giving. Ready to please." Those same fingers pressed against the blonde's pussy. Emma bit back a moan. "Tell me, my dear Swan, who goes out of their way to please you?"
Emma knew Regina wasn't referring to Henry, but she stupidly brought him up anyway. "Henry sometimes makes me hot cocoa on the mornings he stays over. And he always lets me be player 1 when we play video games."
"If he touches you like this, Sheriff, I think we may have a problem." Regina shoved both fingers knuckle-deep inside Emma's aching pussy. Emma hissed at the sudden intrusion, but willed herself to relax. "Now, Miss Swan. Right hand yellow."
The action caused an uncontrollable moan to rumble in the blonde's throat as Regina's fingers curled upwards and brushed against her g-spot.
"Left foot green."
Emma looked over her shoulder at the brunette. "Your turn. No cheating."
Regina simply smirked at her. "Oh, that's right. Left foot red."
Emma almost screamed as the older woman slammed herself forward, her thighs pressing against her wet fingers and forcing them deeper.
"Do you like that, Emma?" Regina husked as she drew back before slamming herself forward again. The action had caused her own pussy to release moisture as her clit hit the pale globes of the blonde's ass. "Am I pleasing you?"
Emma heard the spinner being tossed aside as it hit the floor with a resounding thunk. Her walls clenched as her brain calculated what would be the safest way to answer the mayor's question.
"I asked you a question, Miss Swan. Left hand blue."
Emma did as she was told, moving into a downward dog position as her ass lifted higher into the air and her pussy clamped around Regina's fingers at the sensation.
"Yes." Emma bit back a sob as the queen used her other hand to roughly rub her engorged clit. "Now can we just finish this god damn game already?"
Regina simply rubbed faster. Emma panted as her first orgasm crashed through her with all the intensity of a speeding train. She screamed as she realized Regina didn't plan to stop after one. She could practically hear the woman smiling behind her.
"My turn. Right hand green. Oh dear, it looks like it's right in front of me." With those words, Regina pulled back and plunged her whole fist into Emma's quivering pussy with one swift movement.
Emma stiffened, afraid to move. She did grunt, however, as Regina slowly turned her first side-to-side, opening and closing like she was turning a doorknob.
"The only good thing I can say about you being associated with my son is your pussy isn't as tight as it must have been when you were younger. I thought fisting you would be more of a challenge, but it seems as though you're enjoying it."
"I'm not," Emma snarled as she pulled herself forward in an attempt to relieve herself of Regina's relentless fucking.
Regina chuckled darkly. "You are."
Emma soon realized she was the one pounding herself onto the mayor's hand, not the other way around. She was on auto-pilot, the war was over. Lust had won. No, Regina had won. Emma was just a toy in her eyes.
Unable to deal with the overwhelming sensations, Emma forced herself to slow her thrusts. Regina smacked her ass. "No breaking stride, my dear. Not until your whole body has betrayed you and you've screamed my name to the heavens."
The hand on her clit moved to her breasts, pulling and pinching aggressively until Emma was sure her nipples were going to be torn off. Her hips moved on their own accord as Regina bit down on her ass, drawing out her unclaimed release and forcing her to fuck her fist that much harder.
Finally, Emma gasped in pleasure. "I'm coming, I'm coming!"
"Shh." Regina laid a chaste kiss on her spine, moving her fist back and forth in time with Emma's ministrations. "Show, don't tell."
Emma blanked; her whole vision turned white. She ceased to exist for a good 5 seconds. When she came back down from the clouds surrounding her, she released she had done what was asked. Only, she hadn't screamed 'Regina'.
"Well, that was pleasantly unexpected." Regina removed her fist, patting her sensitive pussy gently as though it were an exhausted steed after a long ride. "'My Queen' sounds so much better than 'Regina'."
Emma breathed heavily through her nose. Regina seemed to notice her distress. "You may relax, Emma. It's over."
Emma ungracefully collapsed to the floor, landing in a puddle of her own arousal but not bothering to care. Regina flipped her over on her stomach and sucked on her hip so hard it left a sizable bruise. Emma softly stroked the woman's raven-colored locks, feeling oddly content as she stared up at the ceiling.
Regina used her magic to change into a pair of fleece pajamas, but not before sucking Emma's juices off her fingers. "Would you like a pair of pajamas, Sheriff?"
Emma picked herself up a few inches to rest on her elbows. "You don't want me to return the favor?"
For a second, Emma noticed a brief flash of uncertainty cross the woman's features. She quickly composed herself as quickly as the emotion had come. "You gave up. I win."
"If you want, we can watch Friends. I keep the whole box-set in my car," Emma offered with a small upturn of her lips.
Regina ignored her and downed Emma's untouched glass of cabernet. "Do what you wish, Miss Swan. I am headed to bed." She poofed a pillow and blanket to the small loveseat nearby. "I suppose you can take the couch for tonight."
Emma stood on shaky legs. "I can go home..."
"No." Regina visibly winced. "I don't want you driving. You've had too much to drink."
As Regina disappeared upstairs, Emma's eyes strayed to the glass she hadn't touched that was now smudged with the mayor's red lipstick. Regina was as cold and bitchy as ever. Why was she indirectly asking Emma to stay with her? Thoughts bounced around the blonde's head until the sun began to rise, the purple hue against the dark blue sky outside the window sending her off into a restful slumber.
