A Mile in Her Shoes 3
by LZClotho
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Emma strides upstairs only to face Regina's reflection once again in the mirror. She wonders how she is going to survive any longer trying to be Regina. She has to find out how this out-of-body experience happened. She reaches for the phone. Instinct makes her dial her cell number.
"Hello?" She hears her own voice filled with uncharacteristic caution.
"Regina," she announces abruptly.
"Emma?"
"What the hell happened?" Emma hisses. "I went to sleep in my bed and woke up in yours. Not to mention..." She sighs, trailing off. "Where are you?"
"Staring at your decrepit vehicle."
Emma thinks quickly. "Drive over here and arrest me."
"What?"
"Your mother smells something's up. We need to go somewhere to fix this."
"But I didn't kill Archie. Cora did."
"I know. He's actually not dead. He's safe and sound. Ruby's watching over him."
Now Regina's brain added to the mix. "Cora will try to stop you - me - you from leaving the house without her." Emma hears the sigh of pronoun confusion over the phone connection.
"Then you're going to have to play bad cop," Emma says. "Get over here." She hangs up the receiver and sits on the bed staring at Regina's reflection. "Better get cleaned up," she realizes aloud, taking in the gaping decolletage of the robe on the verge of revealing much more of Regina's naked skin than Emma figures she can handle.
She glances at the robe as she unties the sash and lays it aside. Out of the corner of her eye she sees olive-toned bare shoulders reflecting in the mirror.
Shit. To clean up she going to have to get naked. Regina naked. "Oh god," Emma mutters, rubbing the heels of her hands into her eyes, and then walking into the bathroom determined to do this with her eyes closed.
She doesn't manage it. The shower pressure here, unlike Mary Margaret's ancient plumbing, is divine, and the act of scrubbing at skin with a natural sea sponge ignites nerve endings throughout her body, borrowed though it is. It is a heady combination of warm water and slick skin, and the sponge drops from her fingers, splashing wetly on the top of her left foot.
Emma closes her eyes, but with her fingertips she follows the tingling to her center. Finding neatly trimmed hairs and a swollen nub just peeking from beneath an over-sensitive hood, the first touch almost buckles her knees. "Oh, fuck," she gasps, hearing Regina's voice as if it was whispering in her ear. Damn, the woman's voice is sexy when she curses.
She smooths one hand over a breast and then tweaks a nipple. Twin lightning bolts of sensation shoot simultaneously to her head and groin. She gasps again and Regina's throaty sound assaults her ears. The fingertips against her body are silk-soft, the nipple under them turgid. Emma pinches and rolls and follows the sensations back to her groin with her other hand.
Pressing in two fingers to assuage the need, Emma feels the shower pulsing against her skin. She can hear Regina's moans in her ears and feel Regina's flesh swelling and tightening around her fingers. Both in response to the sensations, and the sounds of Regina's voice urging her one, Emma's stroking becomes more intent.
Then, suddenly, she is coming. She is inside and outside the orgasm at the same time. She's never felt anything like it. It's ten times more intense than she ever remembers a previous self-service being. Light explodes behind her eyelids. The sounds of Regina gasping, moaning, and crying out resound in her ears. Out of breath, Emma sinks to the floor of the shower. She tastes salt on her lips and realizes she is crying.
A confusing riot of emotions, release and tension, despair and exhilaration, exhaustion and energy, shame and comfort, and panic and peace, tumble out of her in sobs and shivers. She lifts her hands to cover her face, only to be confronted with Regina's scent on her fingers. Oh god.
Gradually she calms. Reaching up she turns off the water, hearing the metal squeak of a pipe closing. Grabbing deep lungfuls of air, Emma pushes to her knees, wrestles herself to the bathroom floor and stands, leaning hard on the bathroom sink. Through the fog on the mirror she meets dazed brown eyes with the pupils still half-blown. God, just-fucked Regina is gorgeous.
A knock comes at the door that sets Emma's heart racing even faster. It's a wonder she's not stroked out yet.
"Regina, that annoying blonde is at the door. She's demanding to see you."
Regina! Emma splashes cold water on her face and vigorously rubs at her body with a towel until she is mostly dry. As the fluffy bathtowel skims her breasts and between her thighs though, her body continues to thrum with the echoes of her orgasm.
Damn, I need out of here. Now. She grabs the first things she finds in Regina's closet and dresses quickly. She is just coming to the top of the stairs when she hears Cora speaking to the person at the front door.
"My daughter is indisposed. I do think whatever the matter is could wait until a more civilized hour, Sheriff."
"My business - " comes out almost demurely. Then abruptly a yell follows. "Regina Mills! You come out here or I'm coming in to get you!"
Emma smiles, amused by Regina's attempt at "bad cop." She clears her throat, however, and starts down the stairs. "It is an indecent hour, Sheriff Swan, but I'm here. What is it you simply must see me about right this minute?"
They eye each other across the space, Cora between them still holding open the front door. "Emma" had put her hand flat against the door frame, as if she might push her way inside.
Regina is momentarily stymied to silence seeing herself on the stairs. Even with access to Regina's extensive designer wardrobe, Emma Swan's deplorable dress sense has clad the brunette's body in a pair of green slacks and a maroon blouse. The tail of the blouse is untucked and the buttons are misaligned halfway up. If her mother didn't suspect something before this, she was sure to now.
"You're coming to the station with me. Answer questions about the - Archie's disappearance."
"Disappearance? I thought he was dead?" Cora asks.
'Regina' came more quickly down the steps. 'Emma' turns to Cora. "He escaped."
"So he can tell you it wasn't me," 'Regina' says.
"He says you tried to strangle him in his office, but then he woke up on a ship in the harbor. We're looking for Hook now." 'Emma' grabs for 'Regina's' arm and fumbles cuffs around her wrist. "Let's go."
"But Sheriff -" Cora protests demurely.
"Don't think I've forgotten what you tried to do," 'Emma' snaps at Cora; Regina is rather proud of herself in that moment and feels the strengthening in her spine. "If you don't want an obstruction of justice charge, you'll keep those magic hands out of town business."
Cora's brow furrows as she looks from one woman to the other.
"Mother," 'Regina' pleads.
"I'll think of something, dear." The lack of promise in the tone is clear to both Emma and Regina. Cora makes no move when the sheriff leads her daughter to the cruiser parked in the drive. The blonde woman rests her hand lightly on the back of the brunette. Both women pause at the front passenger door where Regina says something to Emma that Cora couldn't hear. Then the blonde is helping the brunette settle into the back seat of the police cruiser.
'Emma' glances nervously at Cora before going around to the driver's side and slipping the sedan into gear and backing away.
"This is insane," Regina says as the manor house diminishes in the distance, keeping her eyes on the road.
"We got away, didn't we?" Regina's voice responds from the back seat.
The blonde's hand slaps the steering wheel.
"What?"
"I meant to get the spell book from my safe."
"What spell book?"
"Mine. Well, mine after it was my mother's. I was hoping it could provide a solution to our problem." Emma's eyes meet Regina's in the rear view mirror.
The two women drive the remainder of the way to the sheriff's station in pensive silence. Both are thinking the exact same thought: What on earth are we going to do now?
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Author's Note: Mistaken identity mishap coming up.
