A/N: Randomly decided to add to this one. Next chapter will be added tomorrow. Hope you enjoy this little extra section, and please review!
"I hope you've learnt your lesson, Miss Swan. Don't play games you have no chance of winning."
Sighing as she gives up all pretence of trying to sleep, Emma rolls onto her back and studies the ceiling; green eyes diluted to just a sliver of emerald around bottomless black pools due to the darkness. Her lips form a small smirk as she plays back Regina's parting words yet again, and finds them no less amusing with time.
If the brunette's ministrations had been her forfeit as the loser of their curious power play, she has no idea what in the hell would constitute a win.
Personally, she feels rather victorious indeed...
Sharp teeth flash as her smirk widens into a wicked smile, and she images she must look quite mad grinning away in the darkness, but such self-evaluation only serves to amuse her all the more.
"I've learnt a lesson... But have you, dear?"
She murmurs; lowering her voice as she utters the Mayor's preferred form of address- a term to patronise rather than one of endearment when it comes to herself- to mimic the darker woman's sultry purr.
Yes, she has learnt a lesson; she has learnt that however caustic their relationship may be, Regina's contempt is not for what she sees.
A good thing really, as the feeling is entirely mutual.
It had shocked her, for sure, when she had made her surprising discovery back in the Mayor's office- soft moans escaping from behind heavy wood- but it had quickly become a positive sort of shock, and she can't help but mourn the fact that, while delicious to the ear, she had been denied the sight of the darker woman using those expertly dexterous fingers on her own supple flesh.
"I learnt my lesson... But it's about time you yourself learnt that it is a dangerous game to continue to underestimate me, Madame Mayor."
She drawls out her own chosen title, and, much like the purr of the brunette when she addresses the blonde, Emma's own tone carries a husky quality that she can't help but wonder if anyone else has picked up on at all.
She thinks back to the day Henry had been so understandbly upset that he had run off to hide in the mines. She had been furious with the darker woman; having felt incredibly guilty due to the kid's misunderstanding, and not liking the way she had been played into fucking up one little bit. She had been anxious- scared, yeah, ok, scared- irritated, and angry, but not so blinded by the distracting nature of the situation so as not to feel a curious spark as the Mayor had persisted to stand uncommonly close to her. Soft breath playing over her face.
Not that that had been the last time she'd deemed it fit to negate to acknowledge all understanding of personal space, either.
Not by a long shot.
Ordinarily, such an encroachment on her boundaries would serve to set the younger woman's hackles up- not one to find physical closeness all that enjoyable at the best of times- but, despite a vague irritation towards the matter, she has found herself willing to make an exception. The brunette is tantalising, seductive, electric, and while she finds her to be a royal pain in the ass, such things make Regina's presence just a touch more tolerable.
"But you do need to be taught a lesson..."
She sighs, lips still lilting at the corners in a small grin as she runs a hand through her hair; pushing it away from her crown so that is spills about her in a halo of tousled curls that seem to glow in the pale moonlight that filters through her window. The thought of offering up her own dose of medicine so to speak has her sex thrumming in a way that is both demanding yet entirely pleasant, and she lowers a pale hand idly beneath the waistband of her pyjama shorts as her mind begins to formulate her own sweet plan of revenge.
When the blonde comes for her, the Mayor has just finished lunch.
Frowning at the soft knock at her office door- not expecting company, and having no meetings scheduled- she primps her hair and rolls her eyes. There are two perceivable people who might be standing on the other side of dark wood, and she isn't entirely sure how she feels about a visit from either the Sheriff or the irksome Swan woman.
If it's Graham, he might ask her why she had called off their arrangement for the previous evening.
If it's Emma... Well, she doesn't exactly know.
Sitting back in her chair and raising her voice authoritatively, she bids her visitor entry.
"Come."
A hollow click, and the low hiss of the door scraping gently against the plush rug that lines the entrance to her office, and she finds herself accosted with blonde curls and weather-pinkened cheeks. Raising an eyebrow, she keeps her expression neutral, waiting for Emma to explain her purpose for interrupting what could well have been important business.
"Can I help you, Miss Swan?"
Her tone is light- almost bored- but her eyes search the younger woman's face with intrigue; surprised that Emma seems entirely unflustered in her presence despite their sordid tryst not eighteen hours ago.
Surprised... And a little disappointed.
As it is, it is she herself that feels a slight pang of unease; the blonde regarding her with a peculiar expression she can't quite read, and she frowns as her sex clenches hungrily with the younger woman's arrival; praying that this is not going to be a reoccurring reaction.
"Reimbursement."
"...I'm sorry?"
"The clamp you put on my car... It scratched the paint and put a dent in the hubcap... I want reimbursement."
"My dear, it is not I that put the clamp on your wheel. If you have a bone to pick about the matter, I suggest you go and pay the Sheriff a visit as it will have been he who fixed it."
"...At your request."
"... Allegations are dangerous, Miss Swan, and that is neither here nor there, you-"
But she trails off as the younger woman stalks slowly towards the desk. She keeps her expression purposefully hard; demanding a caution from the blonde that she is rudely denied.
Don't play with fire, dear, or you will continue to get burnt.
But she can't help feel that she is the one suffering, as pretty green eyes demand her gaze cooly, and Emma stops at the heavy oak desk that resides between them; her hipbones grazing the lip of the wood.
"I what...?"
"You... You have no business being here. I have work to do. If you have a complaint, I'm sure Graham will be happy- more than happy- to see to you."
She leaves her true meaning unsaid, but her tone drips with disdain and offers no doubt as to the insinuation behind her words, yet still the blonde doesn't falter.
Breath catching as the younger woman places her palms on the desk and leans threateningly- predatorily- forwards, Regina forbids herself from reacting as Emma looms so impossibly close that their noses are only separated by a couple of inches.
"I don't want the Sheriff to see to me..."
"Well, Miss Swan, th-that is up to you, but if you please, I could not have made myself more clear, I-"
"-I want you to make it up to me."
"... Excuse me?"
"... You heard me..."