A/n: I'm not too great with fabricating website names…
Moments after seeing the sheriff's note, Regina was wide awake and furiously punching the buttons on her phone. Despite the still early hour, the she only heard a ring twice before he picked up.
"Madame Mayor?"
"Sidney, I need you to do some more digging."
"On who? Are we looking for anything specific?"
Regina's fury boiled down to a bitter joy, she loved how he was always on board with anything she said. She still owned his heart, mind, and soul without even tearing from his chest.
"Miss Swan. I know you were quite thorough last time but I need more."
Sidney hesitated. He spent over a week digging up all he could find on that woman and his free time stalking her like some predator. It was difficult to find a woman whose name changed over ten times within one decade.
"Regina, I hope you understand that may be quite difficult…"
Her voice lowered an octave. "Sidney, please. I need more."
She rolled her eyes, expecting his all too eager response. "Okay! Anything for you, I'll show you whatever I find as soon as I have it! Do you need anything else-"
Regina hung up the phone. She knew that men desired her; in fact she relied on her allure to get what she wanted. But there were always times in which she was seen as an empty body, and when men like Sidney approached her, Regina could see what their true intentions were. She saw it in their eyes, because their eyes never met hers.
Regina was slowly going through her morning routine as she did for the past 28 years, with the addition of making Henry his breakfast and lunch, when the idea hit her in the shower. She could seduce Emma. Or she could try, still unsure of the woman's sexuality.
Logically, it was the only plan of attack that she hadn't ruled out yet. Her first weeks here were handled with aggressive emotional and verbal attacks, which only resulted in the damage of her beloved apple tree and relationship with her son. Soon after that their relationship took a physically damaging turn, so she tried guilt with a sprinkle of the silent treatment. Men talk about how much fear drives them to do horrible things, but no one realizes just how deeply shame can burn. But that too ended at the word of fucking Snow White.
Regina smiled to herself.
It was time to seduce the princess.
It wouldn't take too long to figure out which gender Emma preferred. If that was something that could be passed down by parents, Regina was sure the girl was at least bisexual, given how charming her father was with his fellow princes.
She stalked to her closet and picked out an alarmingly low cut bright red blouse that would perfectly match her lipstick and heels. A pencil skirt and small dose of perfume finished her outfit that would turn more heads than usual. Once she noticed Henry was ready for school, she insisted to walk him to the bus stop.
But they both knew that Emma usually did that.
.
Emma was confident the previous night, but as consciousness seeped into her, so did doubt. She knew she just poked a bear with a very, very large stick, and she only hoped she would survive this month. Climbing from her bed, she had a bowl of cereal and checked the digital clock that told her she was five minutes late.
She mumbled a slight curse word under her breath and quickly pulled on jeans and her favorite pair of boots, running out the door towards Henry's bus stop. She smiled as she saw the boy in front of Granny's, which was their usual meeting spot before she escorted him to the bus. Emma was halfway across the street when Regina stepped out of the diner with a soft smile on her lips. She also noticed her lips were more red than usual, and her heels. Oh God, her heels. They would ruin Emma one day. She told herself she didn't like the woman, never in a million years, but she could appreciate art. And Regina Mills was defiantly the finest work of art she has ever seen.
The sheriff was lucky the roads were never too busy because it took her a moment to realize she had stopped moving. Once she reached the other side, Henry and company noticed her presence. She could tell he was trying to hold back his ever present excitement for her being here, because instead of running up to her and giving her a hug, his feet remained firmly planted on the ground.
"Hi Emma! She's walking me to the bus stop today…" He said with no fondness in his tone.
Emma shifted, unsure what she was really up to when the busy mayor suddenly changed their routine, but before she could conjure a response, Regina spoke for her.
"Well, you could always join us, Sheriff."
Emma smirked, immediately thinking It's a trap! It's a trap! But when she noticed that Regina's eyes were sincere, she numbly agreed, still lost as to what she was plotting.
As they walked, Emma was surprised they were being civil. Regina walked with authority, but without her aura of spite. She smiled at Henry as he told the pair of them about how he couldn't decide between Spiderman and Superman as his favorite hero, which she expected, but what she didn't expect was when anyone else walked by them Regina would also acknowledge them with a smile or a slight nod. What was even more alarming was when she would catch Emma's eye, possibly mid-laugh.
Emma would swear that was the most beautiful sight. Regina could be cold and cruel, but in those moments Emma knew she was so much more. Her dark eyes turned golden, and she seemed to breathe in her joy. It was addicting.
Emma wasn't sure what Henry was talking about by the time they reached the stop, and she couldn't remember if she had said goodbye to the kid before she saw the back of the yellow bus.
"Well, Emma, this was actually quite nice." Regina offered, stepping closer to the blonde, who couldn't comprehend her situation still. Dumbly, she blurted out, "You got my message?"
Emma felt a hand on her forearm. "Yes, and I think it was then I realized this was childish. Why play these games? I of all people know how much Henry is worth fighting for. And I suppose he would be happier with the both of us around." Regina spoke with an alluring voice of logic that Emma couldn't deny.
"Yeah! That's what I was saying… Yeah, okay. It sounds silly, but I was kind of worried about this."
But just as she said it, she saw something change in Regina's eyes and she closed the distance, her lips now almost touching her ear. Emma shivered as a warm breath tickled her neck, "Oh, that's not silly. I'm wonderfully bad when provoked."
Then Emma sucked in a breath and refused to let it go. She felt her hot tongue graze her ear lobe before sharp teeth softly added pressure.
"You were right to worry, dear."
Were the last words she heard before the click of red heels.
Emma looked around, no one was in sight. No one had seen any of that. Did that really happen? What was that? And why did Emma want to follow her…
Regina was in the middle of a phone call with a particularly incompetent nun who was put in charge of the Miner's Day celebration when Sidney burst through the door. Usually she would dismiss him with the flick of the wrist but when she caught sight of him, she hung up without a word to the girl on the other line. His short hair seemed frizzy and standing up on ends, as if he were electrocuted, his breath was short and a thin film of sweat coated his forehead. He was also holding onto his laptop as if it were made of delicate crystal.
"What is it?"
"I- I found something. You have to see this. Now."
He strode forward and placed the device on her desk, showing her the screen of a video paused at three minutes in. He pressed Play from beginning as he tried to catch his breath. Regina glanced at the low quality, and clearly amateur, video and could barely make out a few figures and the sound of statically pulsing music. Glancing up at the name of the website, she read . But before she could kick the pervert out of her office, she heard an alarmingly familiar voice ask if she wanted to go someplace more private. Then she saw a flash of blonde curls and stormy eyes.
"Leave."
Regina commanded, never taking her eyes off of the screen.
"I'm sorry? Isn't this what you wanted?"
Regina rolled her eyes and growled, "Yes, you did well now get out of my sight. I need to be alone."
