They went into the kitchen and Regina took out a salad from the crisper. "Did you eat Emma?" She offered the blonde to share her meal. Emma shook her head and grabbed herself a fork.
"What's with the rabbit food?" Emma asked.
"I honestly expected dinner when I got home." The mayor threw back.
"I'm sorry Regina!" Emma said with sincerity. "Neal took Henry to Granny's and I didn't eat there, but I didn't think… I'm sorry!" she repeated knowing she had messed up.
Regina chuckled trying to put the blonde at ease. "It's fine. Salad is good too."
"Not as good as Kraft Dinner would have been." Emma mumbled.
"Duly-noted. You are off food prep duties." The queen declared. She took out a bottle of wine and poured them each a glass.
"So what happened at the office?" Emma finished her glass and poured herself a new one.
"The dwarves equal rights? Yes, it was more than just a ploy of Snow White, the dwarves have a legitimate grievance and I intend to give them voice." Regina stated. Punctuated the word voice with a mouthful of greens.
"I don't understand. They aren't treated equally?" Emma tried to comprehend.
"All magic comes with a price Emma, even fairy magic. The fairies have passed the price of their magic onto the dwarves. They think they have a right to do this because technically they created the dwarves. Your father intends to start production of more dwarves to drive the mining force of fairy dust production. The dwarves lives are horrible in our land. They were created for one purpose. To be slaves. They aren't allowed to be anything other than that. The mining work is hard and dangerous and cuts many of their lives prematurely. Not to mention, when a wish is granted by a fairy, dwarves are essentially sacrificed to balance the scales. Their lives are owned and they have no say."
"Jesus Regina! And they call YOU evil?" Emma exclaimed.
"THANK YOU!" Regina threw her hands up in the air. She smiled as the blonde chuckled then continued. "Since the curse, the few dwarves we have, got a taste of freedom. I guess they aren't too keen on going back into forced servitude."
"And David wants that?" Emma asked, horror painted on her face. "I honestly don't think David Nolan realizes the cost of his plan. It isn't common knowledge about fairy magic's price. Although the royals all know, your father isn't a true royal." She finished her own wine and refilled her glass.
"But Mary Margaret is." Emma could feel the bile threatening to surge at the back of her throat. "As much as I loathe defending Snow, she is most likely ignorant on this as well." She paused to chew the last bite of salad. "It's not like her father was around to teach her to be queen. And I certainly never discussed the finer points on running the kingdom." She said plainly.
They finished the bottle of wine and Regina asked if she'd like her to open another.
"No. But I think I'd like some cider." The savior smiled wide, the dimple digging deep into her cheek. Regina laughed, "Chasing down the apple dragon again Miss Swan?"
"It is a cider drinking kind of night." Emma blushed lightly.
"I suppose it is." Regina agreed. Emma jumped down off the seat the counter had provided and followed the brunette into the study where she had her decanter set. She stopped at the door and told the blonde to help herself. "You're not joining me?" Emma looked hurt. "Yes, but I'm going to check on Henry. And perhaps change out of my work clothes." Emma looked down and considered what the brunette was saying.
"I can give you something to sleep in, Emma. I assume you'll be staying?" The blonde perked up and nodded then followed her upstairs. "Perhaps you could manage to wear the whole thing this time?" She laughed as Emma stopped dead in her tracks. She answered the question in Emma's eyes.
"I did say you were snoring, I investigated to make sure you were not being decapitated by a circular saw." She laughed at the shock in the green eyes and the blush that painted her face bright red. "Oh please Miss Swan, it isn't something I haven't seen before," the half a bottle of wine made her eyes display much more than she normally would have. "You have a habit of answering your door in your underwear, remember?" The blonde blinked, surprised that the mayor remembered that, it had been when they first met. She had thought at the time the woman was checking her out, then later dismissed the crazy hot mayor as being a hot mayor who was also crazy, then an Evil Queen and now finally, just Regina. Now she was questioning the look Regina was giving her as once again those black eyes fluttered down the blonde's body as she handed her a set of pajamas. This time they were red. These particular ones Emma had seen the mayor wear. Her body flushed at the definitive knowledge the mayor's naked body had been in them.
"Emma? Are you ok? You just got pale." The queen's voice was full of worry. The blonde nodded. "I need a drink. It's been a long day." she said. She turned on her heel and walked down to her bedroom.
Her bedroom.
Still not really hers. 'But it could be', she thought.
She went in her room and got changed.
When she came back out in the hall Regina was heading into Henry's room. Knocking gently and opening the door before he said for her to come in. Emma made a mental note to remind Regina their son was a teenager now and what he could be doing, she was sure Regina didn't want to walk in on. It was doubtful that was occurring at this moment so she kept quiet as the brunette entered their son's room.
Henry was sitting on his bed writing in a note book. Journal writing was something Emma had encouraged when he first started to live with her. She was pleased to see he was still doing it. It had always helped her. Even if she burned the pages afterwards, getting the thoughts down on paper helped quiet her mind. "Time for bed young man." His mother's voice soft, but authoritative. He asked if he could finish and Regina looked back at Emma who nodded her blonde head. "You may." Regina spoke Emma's sentiment, "but then right to sleep, understood?"
"Yes ma'am." He always used that term when he knew he was in trouble. It was meant to be compliant in the way it sounded, relenting submission towards his mother's hard line authority. Emma spoke up after Regina stood from his bed, "We can talk tomorrow kid if you have questions or don't understand why what you did was wrong."
"Yes ma'am." He surprised her with the same phrase as he used on his real mother. She couldn't help the feeling of pride for a split second. That, even though he was unhappy about being in trouble, he was respecting her as he did his actual mother. For the first time since the kid entered her life she felt like his parent.
"Don't be long then lights out." Regina added as she walked towards the door. "Good night Henry."
"Night kid." Emma said at the same time.
"Night moms." He mumbled as he wrote.
Regina had on a silk night shirt that came down to just below her hips around mid thigh. She had a navy colored satin robe that covered her, but her cocoa colored legs were completely bare and as she walked ahead of the blonde, that is what Emma stared at. Sculpted thighs walking away from her. "Ready for that drink sheriff?" The mayor drawled, not looking back at her, not noticing where the blonde's attention lay.
Emma followed her stiffly back into the study, Regina poured them both a generous serving of cider and handed Emma her glass. She sat down in the corner of the couch and tucked her legs up under herself. Emma sat down on the other side facing the brunette. "So. A plan of our own?" Emma started.
"Yes. Operation Snow Job." Regina chuckled at her own joke. "Tell her you met someone, but you don't want to jinx it until you know for certain it will work out. It will get her off your back about Neal and after a few months, once she is over the 'Neal is your true love', you tell her you broke up with mystery man and you're not interested in dating. She will have gotten over her infatuation with your baby daddy and you'll have some semblance of peace while her little brain processes it." Regina punctuated her plan with a sip of cider.
"That's... kind of brilliant Regina."
"You look surprised." The brunette questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"No, I just thought there'd be more..." Emma looked for a way to not offend the queen, but quickly realized she dug herself into this hole. A guilty look crossed her fair features. "What Miss Swan? More curses? More poison? More murder?" The queen mocked.
"No." Emma replied looking like a petulant child.
"What then?" The queen asked.
"Ok yes, more magic, like we scramble her memories to forget Neal existed."
"If you think I could do that without some major life altering curse, don't you think I would have done that with your father? It would have been far more satisfying him forgetting her and her living with a broken heart instead of uprooting the known world to a magicless realm!" she huffed regally.
"Jesus Regina!" Emma exclaimed looking properly horrified.
"Sorry was I being too honest again dear?" It came across snarky, but the queen was actually asking the savior.
"Y-yeah." Emma answered and took another gulp of her drink.
Regina shrugged her shoulders. "Well I can't. And I wouldn't. Not now anyway."
"I'm sorry." Emma looked guilty.
"Whatever for?" Regina asked honestly.
"I know you've changed. I just... No. There's no excuse. I apologize Regina. Your plan is perfect." The blonde nodded to punctuate her statement.
They sat in silence for a few moments before Emma remembered something she intended to mention to her son's mother. "You know, Henry is a teenager now." She started, stalling a little searching for her footing on the topic.
"Yes, I know. He has grown up so much in the last few months." Regina sighed dreamily.
"I mean, I think it is a good idea," she stumbled on her own words looking for an easy way to say what she was thinking. "That we wait for him to give us permission to enter his room when his door is closed." Emma finished satisfied the queen would understand what she was getting at.
"I give him privacy Emma." Regina sounded offended.
"No, I know, I mean, he is a teenager now." The blonde extenuated the word teenager as if it would explain everything she wasn't directly saying.
The brunette looked blankly, waiting for her to continue.
"Regina!" she sighed realizing she would need to spell it out. "He is getting to the age where he will be exploring his own body, and stuff." She said nervously watching the wheels click into place within her friend's head. "We just don't want to walk in on him, you know, doing that."
Regina scoffed at the insinuation, "Only degenerates and delinquents abuse their bodies in such a way." and waved the blonde off.
"Wait, you've never—" Emma turned beet red at the question.
"Of course not!" Regina was offended. "I was to be Queen!" she lifted her head regally.
Emma looked shocked, "Not even as a kid?" she asked a little quieter than her normal speaking voice.
Regina seemed to realize that perhaps it was more normal to explore than to refrain and she started to look embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry." Emma quickly added seeing the uncomfortable look on her friend's face loud and clear.
"No." the mayor said definitively answering the blonde honestly. "I never had privacy as a child, and as you know, my mother was… well Cora." She explained with a pained expression. "I didn't have much experience when I was married, Daniel and I had never…" her eyes softened sadly at the thought of her first love.
"So you were a virgin when you married the king?" Emma asked. The brunette nodded and took another drink from her glass.
"The king consummated our marriage, it wasn't pleasant." She said looking down into her glass as if searching for a way to drown these uncomfortable feelings. "Not like they talk of in stories of love and romance. I suppose it was because I didn't love him, and he was far from romantic. For several months after we were wed, he came to me, trying to produce a male heir." She said sadly. "When the few pregnancies I had produced fruitless, the medicine men were brought in to determine that I had a hostile womb." She held back the tears in the face of her painful memories. "After they declared that it was my fault, he stopped coming to me altogether." She swallowed another mouthful of cider. "He took a mistress, which was fine by me." She said honestly. "I hated him and he knew it. Then a couple years later I murdered him."
"Jesus Regina do you have to put it like that?" Emma exclaimed.
"Would you prefer I say the king had an unfortunate accident? Because to me it wasn't unfortunate, nor was it an accident." The brunette snarked bitterly.
"No, but still!" Emma felt ill.
"It is what happened Emma. I hated him. He ruined my life as thanks because I saved his brat. I didn't kill him personally, but my actions made it happen." Emma was in a stunned silence. "Make no mistake, it is who I am Emma. The evil queen."
"It may have been who you were Regina. But I don't believe that is who you are. I believe you've changed. Henry changed you."
"I murdered Graham." She reminded the blonde with a pointed look.
Emma's face grew sullen. "I know." The alcohol gave her the courage to ask the question she had always wondered, "Were you jealous?"
"No." The brunette said. "I was frightened. He was remembering and I thought if the curse broke I'd lose Henry. Which, may I remind you, was a valid concern! As that is exactly what happened."
Emma looked confused, "But you two were... Together... He kissed me. You weren't jealous?"
The mayor shook her head. "Not in the sense you mean. We may have been intimate, but I never felt anything for him. I really don't understand the appeal to be honest." She finished her glass and held the empty crystal against her chest as her arms wrapped around herself. "It was something I thought I should want to be doing, so I did." she said with a shrug of her shoulders.
She wasn't expecting the level of her own honesty, and by the look on Emma's face, she knew she had revealed too much, although she wasn't entirely sure why that was the case.
"Did you have, you know, someone during your… reign?" Emma stumbled out, formulating an opinion and feeling the need to prove it one way or another.
"During my reign of terror?" the queen chuckled. "No. I was goal orientated and that goal had nothing to do with love."
"Regina, have you never had an orgasm?" Emma whispered.
"I'm sure I have." She shrugged her shoulders, suddenly feeling exposed by the blonde's question.
Emma's eyes bulged and she covered her mouth with her hand to prevent herself from making any unexpected sounds that would embarrass the queen. Her mind reeled at this new information. She simultaneously thought she needed to provide this woman some education on the matter and how in sweet fucking Jesus was she going to educate the mayor on this matter! Then a small quiet thought crept into her conscious mind about how she wanted to educate the mayor on this matter. She blinked rapidly and looked everywhere but those dark eyes that seemed to be studying her. She cleared her throat and brought the conversation back on topic. Henry.
"Henry. He is a boy. Boys do that. A lot. It is perfectly natural. We can't make him feel bad or wrong about doing it. Just." She finally looked Regina in the eyes; the woman was confused by the turn of their conversation. "Knock and wait for him to say come in before you walk in. Trust me on this okay?"
"Alright." the brunette shrugged again seemingly blissfully ignorant to her newly teenaged son.
"So are you really moving in here?" Regina asked trying to sound casual about it.
"As long as you don't mind." Emma said, "Until I can find a place. I need some distance between me and Mary Margaret after today." She looked at the clock on the wall and corrected herself. "Yesterday."
"I don't mind at all Emma," Regina sounded so very soft, "I can put the furniture from the spare room into the upstairs office to make room for your belongings."
Emma swallowed the last of her cider. The warmth from the alcohol enveloped her. "Damn this shit is good." She unintentionally said out loud. "I only have a couple of boxes back at the loft." She added with a content smirk on her face.
"What about your bed?" The brunette said. "The bed I sleep on is Mary Margaret's." the blonde answered.
"You've been here a year, surely the sheriff's wage isn't so bad you cannot afford to purchase simple bedding dear." The mayor snarked.
"No, I mean yes, my wage is adequate. I just never did it. I guess." She started to feel embarrassed by her lack of foundation. Even finding her parents, she hadn't actually lived there. She stayed there, sure, but it wasn't permanent. Not really. Not in any way that mattered.
"Well dear, it sounds like we should make a shopping date. You need a bed and a wardrobe. The room is spacious enough for a desk for a computer so you can, I don't know, do whatever it is you do." The mayor said jovially.
Emma could see behind Regina's attempt at flippancy regarding the blonde's bedroom activities, there was kindness there. Understanding. Empathy. "I just won't have you defile my belongings is all." The woman stood and brought the bottle of cider over to the couch. She poured each of them a bit more and left the crystal bottle on the table, retaking her seat. When she sat, she repositioned herself, bringing her knees to her chest, wrapping one arm around them, leaning the side of her body against the back of the couch sipping her cider in silence.
Although the woman's legs were together, her night shirt had slid up her thigh, gathering around her hips. The pink fabric of her panties clearly visible to the blonde. The mayor either hadn't noticed or hadn't minded that her most intimate of places was directly in Emma's line of sight.
Emma looked her in the eyes at all times, consciously forcing herself to keep eye contact.
'Under no circumstances are you to look at her crotch Swan.' However, she could still see the light pink strip nestled between her cocoa thighs in her peripheral vision. She could see the queen and it was making Emma's body throb.
Emma cleared her throat and turned herself so she was facing forward on the couch. Forward and not not- looking at her son's mother's vagina.
She repeated aloud the last thing she heard the mayor say which was shopping spree.
It was actually 'defile her belongings', but at that moment she wanted very much to defile the woman's belongings. So she went with shopping spree.
"When can we go shopping?" Emma asked no longer looking at the brunette.
"Are you okay Emma?"
"Yeah." she said still not looking at her.
"I was kidding; you can use my things as long as you want to." The mayor knew the blonde was uncomfortable. Emma wasn't keen on settling down and Regina thought perhaps she overstepped her comfort zone.
'Phrasing!' Emma's mind shouted at her.
She turned at looked back at the mayor. Her brown eyes were filled with confusion; she clearly thought Emma was upset. She certainly didn't have a clue what the blonde was actually thinking. 'Which is probably good.' Emma thought.
She smiled warmly at the brunette. "No you're right. It's time I settled here. Thanks Regina. You're a good friend."
"I am?" She looked genuinely surprised.
"Yes. One of the things I love about you is that you never let me coast. You challenge me." Emma smiled.
"Because I want you to go shopping?" Regina reiterated.
"Yeah, because you want me to stay." She looked down into the amber colored liquid in her glass and spoke from the heart.
"I never bought a bed or any furniture or anything really that was permanent because Snow didn't make me. She was content letting me stay in my comfort zone and use her stuff, probably indefinitely if I stayed on there." Emma smiled sadly, "Because she is more concerned with my comfort than my personal growth." she added softly.
"She's your mother; she just wants you to be happy Emma." Regina said quietly. Comprehension of what she just said struck her hard. "Oh god! I'm defending Snow White's actions! No more cider for the queen!" She laughed aloud at her own joke. A true laugh, honest and heartfelt.
Emma burst out laughing as well. She noticed the mayor's laugh was positively intoxicating. Her honest laugh, not the snide chuckle she normally had. She stopped and stared at the woman at this sudden realization. "You have a great laugh Regina." She hadn't meant to say it out loud and the sound of her own voice startled her. She recovered her senses as an odd look crossed the mayor's face, curiosity mixed with a touch of what-the-fuck?
Emma felt the need to get back to their conversation, "I just meant that you don't care for my comfort, you push me to grow. Be better. A better person. A better mother to our son. That's all." She said honestly. It was too late, the queen had already been side tracked. "What the hell does that have to do with my laugh?"
"Nothing. It was just an observation." Emma said shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders, trying desperately to pass off her earlier comment as casual.
"Oh." The queen was inept at receiving compliments Emma noted. That was something she could educate the brunette on and fully intended to. They sat in uncomfortable silence for a few moments before Emma asked again when they should go shopping. "Tomorrow as long as you're feeling up to it." Regina looked knowingly at Emma's almost empty glass. "While Henry is at school."
"Can we pick up my stuff from my parent's loft while she is at school too?" Emma asked sheepishly.
"You need to tell them Emma. They will no doubt blame me."
"How could they blame you? Don't be such a drama queen Regina." Emma rolled her eyes.
"The only drama queen in this family savior, is your mother!"
"Did you just say we were family?"
"I am your mother's evil stepmother Emma."
"Ew Regina! No! That's weird! And gross!"
"It's true! How exactly is it gross?"
Emma's eyes bulged and she instantly turned a shade of red reserved for apples and Santa Clauses.
"You're my kid's mother." She searched her booze riddled mind for a plausible explanation or her use of the word gross. "I don't see how that would be disgusting Emma!" Anger flashed within the black pits of her eyes. "Unless you mean because I'm the evil queen I'm not fit—"
"NO! God Regina! No! It's because..." She sighed not entirely believing she was about to say the words that were caught in her throat.
"It's because...? What Miss Swan?"
Emma finished the remainder of her cider and put the empty glass down on the table.
"Because I think you're hot and I can't think you're hot if you're my step-grand—"
"Stop right there," Regina held out a finger as a warning. "Don't you ever call me what you were about to say." She was stark serious at that very moment. "You're right. I'm not your mother's step mother. I was never a parent to Snow. I was only a couple years older than she."
"Ew." Emma couldn't help saying out loud when she thought about the king bedding a girl his teenage daughters age.
"Wait." Regina pulled her attention towards the blonde, "Did you just say you think I'm attractive?"
Emma closed her eyes, she honestly thought she'd gotten away with it. She peeked at the brunette thru one barely open slit trying to gauge the queen's reaction. Regina's face was unreadable. Her diplomatic mask was firmly in place. "Yeah!" Emma decided to just admit it but in a way that didn't make her seem pathetic. "I have eyes Regina. They do work." A rosy tinge crept over the brunette's cheeks. "Well." Regina said simply because she wasn't sure of what else to say. "You're very..." She stumbled for the adjective... "Visually pleasing as well."
Emma bit the inside of her cheek hard enough to draw blood in order to keep herself from laughing. "Thank you Regina." She knew the exchange had been significant albeit awkward. "So we will take Henry to school and go shopping? Or should we swing by and get my stuff?"
"We should be able to pick up a few boxes for your personal effects from Granny's, I'm sure she has some that would be suitable for your needs." The brunette stated.
"No need, everything is packed already." Emma blurted out.
"Oh, were you already planning to—" Regina's confusion was evident across her face.
"No," Emma looked embarrassed once again. "I never really unpacked."
"From over a year ago?" The words left the queen's lips before she could control her surprise. Regina's alcohol riddled brain pulled no punches.
"I did say Snow—" Emma tried to pass off her own insecurities about setting down roots, but she knew in her heart it wasn't her mother's fault.
"Enabled you? Coddled you? Did the woman never question your personal effects?" Regina seemed angry, but it was the default she had on hand whenever she was faced with complex human emotions.
"Honestly don't think she ever noticed. I mean she mentioned how few items I possessed when my stuff first arrived, but that was pre-curse, and well, after, it was never a topic we discussed." Emma said looking away from the brunette.
"How many boxes do you have, Emma?" The mayor looked concerned and Emma knew this was something that screamed her personal truth, and she wasn't nearly drunk enough to handle it with grace. "Probably five, mostly full, medium boxes." She answered quietly. Regina put her empty glass down and moved to sit right next to the blonde. "Promise me Emma, when we get your room set up the way you want it, with your furniture, you will unpack your belongings and move in here?" Regina's hand had settled on Emma's thigh, it was meant to console, but it just made the cider inside burn bright within the savior. "I promise Regina." She gulped and whispered.
"Okay then. Tomorrow." She patted the spot where her palm had just been still, then stood to retire for the night.
"Better get some rest savior, tomorrow is going to be stressful I imagine." Regina swayed a bit before ascending the stairs to her bedroom.
Emma nodded once she was alone and picked up their used glasses, and returned the decanter back to its home. She went into the kitchen and washed the glasses and few dishes that had been from their shared salad dinner. She was lost in thought, so much had happened she either didn't understand or couldn't wrap her logical mind around. Regina's touch. It had sobered her. In an instant. She didn't think she could handle thinking about it, so she settled on something safer.
Emma heard the term the woman had used to describe the spare room. Her room. She was actually excited to go shopping the next day to buy stuff to fill it. She lay down in the bed and considered the items she would need. A desk was a good idea she thought, for her laptop, or whatever. Maybe a bookshelf? She had some pictures she had wanted to frame for some time. Why hadn't she? It wasn't just that there was one disaster after another and she didn't have time. She had no intention on leaving Storybrooke, her family was here. Why was she so afraid to settle down?
She thought back to the time when she was 12, to the family who wanted to keep her. The family where she felt like she belonged. They had real kids, kids that were biologically theirs, three of them. They wanted a daughter and they chose her. Out of all the kids at the home, they took her. She fit right into their little blonde family. She remembered the youngest boy, Aiden, had a birthday party at Chuckie Cheese, one of the servers commented to the father about how beautiful their family was. "Your daughter is going to be such a looker." The woman had said to him. He didn't correct her, as other fosters had in the past, he simply looked over at her eating her pizza happily and nodded, "She sure is." He said. It was the best year of her young life. They treated her like she was no different from their other children and she screwed it up bad. When they withdrew their adoption paperwork and she was sent back to the home, she knew in her young heart she would never have a home. She would never have a family.
While Emma contemplated her existence, Regina lay awake in her bedroom thinking about the conversation she had with the blonde. The woman said some strange things to the queen; those things got a strange reaction from her, from her body specifically. She thought perhaps it was the mixture of their magic. She had noticed it back on Neverland, whenever their skin touched a tidal wave of warmth flooded her body settling down deep in her abdomen. She wasn't completely ignorant of the body's biological urges, she didn't have much experience with them herself, but she had some, and she did read. She had been a virgin when she married the king, but she had kissed Daniel and she knew she held desire for him to touch her. Intimately. He hadn't the chance.
When the king took her it was painful. Every time. She never held the desire she had once upon a time and he had harmed her to the point of bleeding. It wasn't pleasant.
Graham had been her next lover, he hadn't harmed her the way the king had, but it wasn't exactly something she enjoyed doing. It was a biological appointment she held weekly, mostly out of habit and had only started it because she was bored and thought she ought to.
It actually came from a conversation she overheard in Granny's diner. The old woman was chastising Ruby for running around with every man she could and Red's answer to the accusation was "It's fun! It's what every normal red blooded American girl does nowadays Granny."
It is what normal women did. So Regina took a lover. The easiest of all her captives to control, the man whose heart already belonged to her. To be fair Graham had been knowledgeable in the art of lovemaking but was stifled by Regina's control over him so their pairing was very much limited to her sparse knowledge. She had enjoyed kissing the man. Regina winced at the memory of Graham's beard. She loathed it and he often refused to keep a clean shaven face. "I wonder what it would be like to kiss Emma?" she thought to herself. This surprising idea shocked the queen as her body reacted to her imagination conjuring images of the blonde kissing her. This same reaction she had as Queen when she would think about her friend Mal, and being intimate with her.
Maleficent was the only other person other than Daniel who elicited desire from the queen but Mal was an ally, tentative ally at best. And a woman. As was Emma.
This certainly wasn't the first time Regina had thought about the blonde in a sexual way. Emma brought forth many emotions, most of which were conflicting.
'I think you are hot'
A shudder ran down Regina's spine and she pulled her blanket up closer to her chin even though she was obviously warm to the touch. She closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep. Her cider fueled brain wouldn't stop picturing her son's mother. Her intense green eyes watching her always. Her strong arms, her smile. The queen's body was on fire. She felt a steady throbbing at the apex of her core and squeezed her thighs together to relieve some of the pressure. She fought hard to control her thoughts and as she fought against her traitorous brain she found her hand had slipped down over her center. Over her panties, which were damp with desire. She pressed her fingers against her swollen mound, imagining her hand was the saviors. She let out a gasp as the euphoric feeling enveloped her entire body. She wasn't entirely sure what she was doing, it just felt so good to stroke herself. She rubbed the flat pads of her fingertips over her, quickening their action as she started to pant. Her eyes squeezed shut as she thought about how the blonde looked at her, how her lips would feel, how she would taste. Her strong hands exploring the queen's body, holding her athletic form against her— Just then the mayor's body went rigid, she lost all semblance of control and bright colors flooded her eyelids, she let out a yelp and then a low groan as her body started to calm itself. Her breathing was deep and her heart was pounding. Her entire body felt light and relaxed. As she drifted off to sleep she thought to herself, "I most certainly never had an orgasm, before now."