I wrote this for a friend. She was writing a story where Regina was Emma's stepmom. It reminded me of the movie Tadpole with Sigourney Weaver. So I wrote this little scene.

These last two I found buried in a tag on my tumblr. They're old but I thought I'd still share them.

Three days of this.

Three days of Emma teasing her. Taunting her. Torturing her.

This was wrong. She didn't like Emma. She certainly wasn't attracted to her. And she was going to put a stop to this.

She stormed into her room, not even bothering to knock and had her mouth opened to verbally eviscerate her incorrigible step-daughter when her words died right there on her tongue.

Emma was sitting up against her pillows, glasses on, hair wild and billowing about her shoulders, a pencil end stuck between her teeth, her forehead crinkled in concentration and a book laid across her pant-less legs. She was in a white cotton tank-top and most definitely not wearing a bra.

Regina moaned internally.

God damn this girl.

Emma's head snapped up and she dropped her pencil beside her and scooted up further in the bed, closing the book and moving it to the side as well. She smirked as Regina's eyes flickered to the bare skin of her thighs and Regina's jaw clenched and her words came back to life in an instant.

"Emma, this needs to stop." Her hands motioned between her and Emma. "Whatever it is that you are trying to do isn't working nor is it at all appropriate. I would appreciate it if you would stop playing this childish game. Am I understood?"

Emma's brow arched and her smile only grew larger, more predatory, more lewd. It sent shivers down Regina's spine and settled and grew in heat at the base of it.

Emma slowly slid off the bed and over to Regina. And without so much as touching her, she leaned her head in slightly, just close enough to feel Regina's sharp and shaky exhale break against her lips.

Emma's eyes bored into Regina's and Emma's head quirked to the side, the back of her hand moving to just barely caress down an arm clad in blue silk. Regina was still in her work attire. Blue silk dress shirt, sans the black blazer, matching black dress pants and…bare feet. Emma's brows shot upwards at that. And then she bit her lip as she realized that was probably the sexiest thing she had ever witnessed on Regina.

Something about her minus socks and stupidly sexy heels just…made her so god damn irresistible in that moment that she was leaning forward to kiss even sexier lips when she felt strong hands at her forearms.

They pushed her gently and emerald eyes snapped up to meet almost black ones. Emma swallowed.

"Emma."

Her voice cracked, wavered.

It rolled across Emma's body in waves. She was aching for this woman. God, all those days of teasing had only made her desire grow. Deepen.

She needed to touch Regina. Needed to feel her hands on her.

In her.

"Emma, stop. This - this is what I'm talking about. This…this can't happen. Whatever this is. It's not right. You're my step-daughter for God's sake."

Emma huffed.

"Yeah and? It's not like we're related Regina. This isn't wrong."

Regina's brow quirked.

"It isn't? So your father would approve of this then, yes?"

Emma growled and shrugged away from Regina's hands.

"Why are you being so difficult about this?"

Regina tilted her head back in disbelief.

"Why am I - Emma, I am married to your father. How do you not see how utterly wrong this is?"

Emma took a forceful step forward and yanked at the back of Regina's neck, taking her bottom lip between her own and internally melting when a surprised whimper is ripped from Regina's lips.

She's pushing Emma away and wiping at her mouth and panting and piercing her through with a look of such anger that it's almost palpable.

"How can something like that be wrong?" Emma breathes, her heart beating wildly in her chest.

And then Regina is looking at her as if she has three heads.

"Are you that delusional? Emma, you are my step-daughter. I am married to your father. I love your father, I -"

"Do you?"

Regina shakes her head, her mouth still hanging open from shock at the sudden question.

"Of - of course I do. Why would you as-"

"I don't think you do."

"Oh, really now? Do enlighten me, dear." Regina crosses her arms, annoyed at being interrupted twice, cocking a hip.

Emma takes a small step forward, a smile gracing her lips.

"Because you love me."

Regina sighs, suddenly tired…suddenly exhausted. She brings her hand up to rub at her temple, closing her eyes briefly.

"Emma, you can love more than one person at a time."

That's not a denial. Emma bites the inside of her lip to keep from smiling.

She shrugs instead, conceding.

"True." She takes yet another step forward and wraps her hand around the one still gently massaging at Regina's temple. She intertwines their hands and brings them to her lips, kissing the knuckles of Regina's hand softly.

"But I think you love me differently. I think you love me with all you have. With everything that you are."

Regina's eyes widen slightly and her heart stutters and picks up in rhythm. How did she -

"How - how do you -"

And Emma allows herself to smile; this one bigger, brighter, happier.

Hopeful.

"Because, Regina. That's how I love you."