The first few rays of faint sunlight breached the thin fabric of curtain that hung across her window, their gentle heat delicately stroking her skin and mind to life. Regina stretched out luxuriously, her toes curling deliciously, her fingers wiggling and flexing, her head pushing itself back into the silken pillows, allowing the muscles in her neck and shoulders to lengthen sufficiently before relaxing back down onto the bed. She opened her eyes, blinking hazily once, twice, hands coming up to rake through thick, lustrous locks of hair. She shivered slightly at the sensation. Something felt different. She couldn't put her finger on it, couldn't quite pinpoint exactly what it was, but there was an edge to her this morning that wasn't usually there. She frowned, perfectly groomed eyebrows deepening their pitch momentarily, then shook her body slightly as if to throw the odd feeling off.
She could hear Henry moving about on the landing, getting ready for school. She threw a cursory look at the alarm clock on the bedside cabinet. She had a while before she needed to get up. The odd energy that rode her limbs had begun to settle in the pit of her stomach, nudging gently but insistently between her legs. She rolled her hips slowly, enjoying the reaction, bit her lips together to stop the small moan that threatened to escape from between them. Grinding her ass absentmindedly into the sheets underneath her, Regina moved her arms up above her head, sliding them underneath the cool folds of her pillow, crossing her wrists one over the other, eyes fluttering shut, a small smile playing on the corners of her mouth. With a flick on her fingers, a small breeze began to dance across the swell of her sex, exquisite kisses of pure magic landing one after the other on the pulsating flesh that came to life between her legs. She could feel the wetness pooling inside her, feel the growing bundle of nerves that shook and trembled with anticipation. Her hips rocked upwards, her thighs parting, a quick gasp fleeing her lips as cold air came into contact with scorching heat…
"Mom!"
Fuck! Henry banged on the door, the knob twisting from the other side. Regina scrambled in blind panic, the magic instantly disappearing, the Mayor falling ass over tit down the side of the bed in a desperate bid to cover her nakedness. As the bedroom door opened, Henry found himself looking at what appeared to be the floating head of his mother.
"Mom?"
Regina steeled her thundering blood pressure with every inch of restraint that she had, her hand reaching out to clutch at the silken sheet which for some reason was on the floor.
"Henry!"
Her son looked at her with no small amount of concern.
"Are you ok?"
Regina shook her head, dark curls falling over her eyes. She shoved them away and wrapped herself up in the sheet, trying to stand as gracefully as she possibly could.
"I'm fine. I must have fallen off the bed when you banged on the door." From the look on his face she could tell he didn't believe her. "What do you want?"
Obviously deciding to chalk this one up to Mom madness, the teenager shrugged it off with the kind of practiced flippancy that could only come with youth and magic. "Can you give me a ride to school? I have to take a science project in and it's too big to carry to the bus."
Regina groaned inwardly, the throbbing between her legs refusing to abate. "Of course. Give me 15 to shower and get dressed and then I'll drive you in."
Henry grinned. "Thanks."
She smiled back through the frustration. "No problem."
With no time to relieve herself in the shower, Regina's mood only worsened. Every single bump in the road threatened to send her into overdrive, every purred vibration from the revving engine causing her muscles to tighten in desperate spasms. Thankfully Henry was entirely oblivious, jumping out of the running vehicle with barely a word thrown back to her, science project safely in hands, calling out and catching up with his rag tag bunch of friends.
A car horn honked behind her, Regina catching sight of herself in the rearview mirror as she threw whoever it was a pointed scowl. Dilated pools of obsidian sat atop flushed cheeks. She glanced down at the thin filigree watch that wrapped itself around her wrist. Did she have time to head home, even if just for a few minutes? An event reminder flashed up on cell phone with almost pinpoint accuracy malice. A packed diary of small town minutiae lay ahead of her in all its bureaucratic glory. Her gloved fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning to white inside the soft, velveteen leather. All she wanted to do was to get herself off. Was that asking too much? With gritted teeth and growing discomfort in the seat of her lap, she turned the wheel and pulled the car out into the traffic.
Things had got so bad that by the end of the day, Regina couldn't even sit down without squirming in a pool of her own desire. What the hell was happening to her? The Mayor was no stranger to a high libido, completely at ease with a rampant sex drive when the need hit, and had more than mastered the ability to pleasure herself to a satisfying conclusion. But today? She'd had neither the time to deal with it, or the ability to dampen it down. Time had dragged by with all the pace of a paraplegic snail, yet had been so filled to the brim with absolute nonsense that she'd had not a second to herself. She'd been so turned on, at one point she'd had to grip the ends of her desk to avoid shoving her hands down the front of her tight pencil skirt and fucking herself silly in front of a shocked Mary Margaret. She felt as if her blood pressure was about to go through the roof, suffering more than one head rush as a direct result. By the time she got to Granny's to pick Henry up, she was at absolute tipping point. The thought of having to control herself all evening until her son went to bed was just too much.
"David," she breathed with a flattering smile, sliding into the booth where Charming, Mary Margaret and Henry sat, ignoring the electricity that ripped through her body.
"Regina, how are you?"
"Never better!"
Mary Margaret looked at her quizzically, her head tilted at that ever-so-slight angle which meant she was trying to figure you out. Her eyes narrowed as she took in the Mayor's reddened face. "Are you feeling unwell?"
Normally Regina would have let fly with a subtly withering comment, just enough to take the wind out of the inquisitive woman's sails, but seizing on the rare opportunity that was unwittingly afforded to her, she raised the back of her hand to her temple, sighing heavily.
"You know, I don't feel 100% if I'm honest."
David regarded her. "You do look a little peaky."
"Flushed," said Mary Margaret.
Regina smiled wanly. "I think I might be coming down with something."
"Perhaps you should have some of Granny's chicken noodle soup," Mary Margaret opined helpfully. "It really does cure all manner of things."
The last thing on Regina's mind was eating fucking soup. She shook her head dolefully, casting her eyes down to the table before looking up at the happy couple. "I think I could do with an early night. Do you think…"
"Would you like us to look after Henry?"
Regina flashed a smile at Mary Margaret, then tried to reign it in slightly incase it undid her deceit. "Would you?"
"Um, I can look after myself you know," Henry grumbled at her side. "I'm not a kid." All three adults bestowed him with a look that effectively shut up up. He huffed and sipped on his milkshake. "Whatever…"
"Are you sure?" Regina asked.
"Of course," said Mary Margaret. "Take yourself home and just look after yourself. I can pop in later on to check on you if you like?"
"No!" Regina smoothed her palms over the table and breathed easily, flashing a pearly white smile. "No, that's really not necessary. If I'm asleep, the last thing I'll want is to be woken up."
"Of course."
Regina rose from the booth, squeezing herself around the table, carefully managing to avoid bumping her crotch and coming thoroughly undone in the process.
"I'll call round tomorrow to pick Henry up."
"Ok. Feel better!"
Regina smiled at the three of them, then walked over to the door. As the bouncing bell above the mantle rang to sound her freedom, she found herself suddenly crushed up against Emma, on her way into the diner.
"Miss Swan!"
As she uttered Emma's name, an overwhelming sensation rolled over her entire body, causing her hips to buck against Emma's thigh. An almost imperceptible sound left her lips, her eyes widening ever so slightly, the breath catching in her throat, a tremor running up her legs at the contact. So small, almost invisible, they would have been missed by a normal person. But Emma was not a normal person. Not by a long shot. Their eyes locked together for what felt like an insane eternity, yet could only have been mere milliseconds.
Regina pushed herself off the Dark One, gasping.
"Sorry!"
A wry smile crept across Emma's face. "Don't be."
Flustered, Regina sidled out of the awkward almost-embrace, fleeing into free space and fresh air with relief. Without looking back, she practically ran to her car, throwing her briefcase in the back and her ass in the front. Revving the engine and almost driving straight into the parked automobile in front in the process, she pulled out blindly, a screech of tyres marking her departure.
Five minutes later and she was finally in the privacy of her own home, her breath coming in heavy pants, her hands shaking, her insides shuddering. If she'd felt on fire earlier, she was now a raging inferno after coming into physical contact with Emma. What the fuck was happening to her?
Pouring a glass of whiskey from the decanter in the living room, she knocked the amber liquid straight back, barely pausing to enjoy the heady, expensively spiced aroma. Blowing outwards, she licked her lips, slowing her heart rate with tremendous effort, reaching around the neck of the decanter and pouring herself a second glass, this one to be imbibed at a more healthy rate.
Kicking her heels off, she dangled the thick crystal tumbler between her fingers, padding softly up the stairs in the direction of the bathroom. Once there, she sat on the side of the huge bathtub, sipping slowly from the glass as steamy water vapour and the thrumming sound of running water began to fill the air.
Was it Emma that was making her feel like this? She knew without a shadow of a doubt that there was some kind of magic involved. She wandered over to the mirror and wiped a hand across the condensation, gazing at herself before her reflection misted over. The Dark One. The Saviour of Storybrooke. Emma. Em-Ma. Her wine red lips pursed as they formed her name. Em-Ma. She closed her eyes and thought about the woman who had at first been her nemesis, then her ally, then finally her friend. The woman who had thrown herself headfirst into the arms of the darkest of magics, just to save her. The woman with whom she shared a son. The woman who just moments ago had been pressed up against her, causing a whirlwind of physical emotions to run riot through her body. Em-Ma. Regina undid the buttons of her shirt, slipping the soft material from her skin, allowing it to fall to the floor. Em-Ma. Her fingers undid the delicate zipper on her skirt, the fabric shimmying over the curves of her hips and ass, joining the shirt in a pool by her feet. Em-Ma. Soft, lacy, barely-there bra and panties followed suit, hands lingering on flesh just a little longer than they should. Em-Ma.
Settling her tumbler on the side, Regina slid into the depths of the scaldingly hot water, steam rising up around her. Water rippled across her muscles, swirling between her limbs, touching places that had begged for release all day long. Em-Ma. Laying her head back on the rim of the bath, Regina eased her legs down the full length of the tub, allowing delicious ripples of magic to run up and down her body, her hands clutching the slippery white porcelain either side. She felt the magic flicker against her most sensitive parts, circling around her breasts, whipping lightly against her straining nipples. Giving in, she allowed whatever it was that had been torturing her all day complete access to her body, desperate to be played with, begging for deliverance, completely abandoned to the incredible vibrations that were now fully taking her over. In her mind's eye, Emma Swan shimmered before her, powerful in her dark sexuality, desire radiating from her in a way Regina had never dared register before. Her hand slipped from the side of the bath, falling between her legs, joining whatever magic was driving her to frenzy. Feverishly, her focus trained on Emma, her fingers splayed the lips of her sex apart, instantly finding the swollen head of her crushing desire. A deep, animalistic groan rose from her throat as the Emma in her imagination lowered her soft lips to meet Regina's need. Her own fingers swirling round and around on top of the throbbing knot, her legs falling to either side, opening her up, begging for more, a pulsating, thundering, wanton lust all but consuming her. Soundlessly crying out, her head thrown back, neck exposed, Regina's fingers dove inside her, meeting with no resistance, just naked need. Again and again she thrust, hips circling, rocking to parry against the motion, legs now pushing against the end of the bathtub, shoulders sinking below the water as her ass rose in equal measure. Emma hovered above her, a malevolent smile on her face, eyes dark with intent, her hand between Regina's legs, her fingers deep within her, owning her, taking her, possessing her. The thought was too much. Magic was now literally swirling around her, a stormy purple haze that spat and crackled with energy. Regina's mouth fell open, a scream strangled inside her own throat, her head twisting against the side of the tub as her body exploded on the end of her fingers. The orgasm ripped through her, tearing across muscles with searing electricity, cramping her limbs, shattering her senses, all the while her imagination staring straight into Emma Swan's eyes, kissing Emma Swan's mouth, holding on to Emma Swan's perfectly proportioned body, grinding against Emma Swan's...
"EM-MA!"
The name hung in the air, said out loud, escaped and now so very, very potent. Regina's hand was clasped over her mouth, eyes wide open, even as her body convulsed violently underneath her. Say it again, a voice inside her head whispered. Say it again!
Before she could even stop herself, her lips had betrayed her.
"Em-Ma," she moaned without thinking, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
One more time, the small voice hissed. One more time and you can have her for real. Say it one more time! Her hips bucked in the dying throes of her orgasm. Clinging on to the last scrap of sense she had remaining, Regina bit down on her tongue, painfully clamping the traitorous organ between her teeth lest it completely ruin her. What was she thinking? She knew full well what she was thinking. It was what had just utterly undone her. A sudden fear gripping at her, she pulled her hands from between her legs, ignoring the shock of the sudden loss. She shook her head, damp curls plastered against her forehead and across her flushed cheeks. No. It was one thing thinking it, quite another to say it, and even more far fetched to think that it could possibly happen in person, that this would be reciprocated. She squeezed her eyes shut, clenching her legs together, squeezing out the last drop of magic, pushing whatever the hell this was out of her system. Enough, Regina. Enough. Whatever this was, it was dealt with. It was done.
She sighed heavily, then sank beneath what was left of the bubbles, trying to shut out the growing sense of doom.