This chapter is prompt by Bambibelle84 and Captainckidd.
My head canon for this fiction is that Emma doesn`t have the magic she has in the show.
The chapter is from Regina`s POV and her thoughts are in italic.
It is 10:05 AM. Emma is late for the town meeting. We left the house together, but she went to the station to get the papers that were needed for this. The main topic is how to hold the portal to the Enchanted Forest open when the only people that can sustain it are the Blue Fairy and I. And I have sworn to never use magic again. Everyone wants to coax me to use it for their own selfish reasons. What about my redemption path? No one helped me when I was struggling with my magic addiction. No one believed that I could change, except for Henry and Emma.
Yesterday was very emotional for my wife and I. First, Snow was rudely introduced to Emma`s magical member, and upon finding out that it was my magic that created it, she decided to taunt me for my chances of impregnation. She is such twat-swatter for my love life and my desire to have children. As if the first time, when she told my mother about me and Daniel, wasn`t enough for her. No, she had to do the same thing with Emma. I`m pretty sure that if my wife hadn't snapped at us, Snow would have continued on underlining how old I am, how unfit for Emma I am. It would have led to a more heated dispute that would probably have ended with someone dying.
Emma bursts into Town Hall with a bang putting an end to my thoughts. The door flies wide open and hits the wall. Emma is holding handcuffs in her left hand and her face is dead serious. I assume that something has happened.
"Ms. Swan, you are late," I say with a firm voice. The fact that the Sheriff is sleeping with the Mayor... Scratch that. The fact that the Sheriff is trying to get the Mayor pregnant, is not an excuse to be late.
"Madame Mayor, you are under arrest for using magic and thus violating our signed agreement," she replies in the same tone.
"Excuse me?" I knit my brows.
I feel everyone`s eyes on me, waiting for my reaction. My eyes stay on her face observing every inch without success. For the first time in my life, I can`t read her.
I gaze at Snow briefly only to see her eyes on her daughter, then at me, then again the blonde. She is completely lost too. This means something is really wrong.
I recall quite well the signing of the agreement. I have no right to use magic unless it is about upholding the portal back to our land. An exception is also made when I am asked by the Charmings or Emma.
"You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer questions. Do you understand?" She starts reading me my rights while she walks slowly to the far end of the table where I`m sitting.
"No, I don`t understand. What is the meaning of this?" I`m still in my chair at the head of the table, looking at everyone with my chin held high. Just like when I was mayor before the curse broke.
"I`m reading you the Miranda warning, the long version, which is a standard procedure in arresting. Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law. Do you understand?"
I gaze at her but can`t seem to figure if this is true or if she is playing. She is passing the middle of the table. Her movements are slow.
"Yes, I understand," I answer with the same firm tone Emma uses.
The people gasp.
They think I have done something awful to deserve this, I guess. Fucking peasants.
"You have the right to consult an attorney before speaking to the police and to have an attorney present during questioning now or in the future. Do you understand?" Emma continues. She has reached the head of the table and is standing next to me gazing down and looking me directly in the eyes.
"Yes," I retort with a smirk. If Emma is acting professional, I will tag along. I stand up and wait for the blonde to make her move with our faces inches apart. God, this feels so much like before the curse broke. I miss that Emma.
"If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you before any questioning if you wish. Do you understand?"
Such a fine officer.
"I can afford attorney, Ms. Swan."
"If you decide to answer questions now without an attorney present you will still have the right to stop answering at any time until you talk to an attorney. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand."
"Knowing and understanding your rights as I have explained them to you, are you willing to answer my questions without an attorney present?"
"Yes. I have nothing to hide from you."
"Turn around," Emma commands and lifts the handcuffs.
"Is this really necessary?"
"Sadly, yes." I do as I`m told. She takes my right hand, cuffs it and then repeats the same motion with the left one, connecting them in front of my body. "Let`s go." Emma grabs my left forearm and leads me to the exit.
Snow White stands up and blocks our way with confusion written all over her face.
"Emma, what`s going on?" Even her voice shows her amazement.
"Ma...Snow, I have a witness," I hear Emma mumble.
The information takes me by surprise and I turn to an uncomfortable angel so I can see her face. Shit.
"You do?" Snow and I both ask, astonished.
"If you must know, I do. Now, mother, step aside and let me do my duties." Emma waves her hand in a "go away" gesture and her mother takes a step back, letting us go.
She practically drags me out of the conference room. Her grip is painfully tight around my arm. She walks quickly and I have hard time keeping up with her. My shoulder brushes on her breast sending a wave of arousal all over her body no doubt. My magic is in her. I gaze down to Swan who is slightly visible in those...wait a minute, these are my pants. My eyes return to her face and I notice her clenching her teeth. This is not a game.
Who saw me using magic? And most importantly when? Because I haven`t used magic since I created Emma`s member. I was with her when this happened. Is she the witness? Is she turning me over to herself? I knew this is too much for her. To have magic inside of you is not easy. Can she betray me like that though? No, she wouldn`t. She loves me and she won`t hurt me so severely.
Did someone see Emma`s package at Kathryn's birthday? Grumpy? No, he and Emma are drinking buddies. Maybe Blue sensed it.
"Watch your head," she says, her voice invading my thoughts. She puts a hand over my head and guides me into the back of the cruiser like some pathetic criminal. Well, you deserve this, Evil Queen. .
The ride to the station is two minutes long. Two silent and dreadful minutes. I try to see her face in the rearview mirror, but she keeps moving out of sight.
She stops the cruiser and helps me to get out of the car. Bringing back the powerful grip on my arm, she leads me into the station. I half expected to see a crowd cheering about my imprisonment. But in the station, it`s just the two of us. She shoves me into the room for questioning, releasing her hold on me. I stumble because of the force she pushed me with. Steadying myself, I turn around to face her.
"Sit," she orders.
And I obey.
"So, where is your witness?" I ask afraid of the answer. I still hope this is some kind of sick game she wants to play with me. I gaze at her crotch and the truth greats me with tenting pants. I let out a sigh of a relief seeing Swan ready for me. My mouth waters.
"You had me worried all this time. You are bad, Sheriff." I bring back the Evil Queen's low and seductive voice.
"You are bad, Madame Mayor," the blonde fires back at me with a stoic face. She reminds me of me before the curse. Mask everywhere except the eyes. They give you away, Emma.
"As I was saying earlier, I have a witness that says that you were practicing what was forbidden for you. I suppose the magic is like a forbidden fruit to you, Madame Mayor." The Sheriff takes a step towards me. "It`s so delicious..." she flashes a smile at me. "You can`t resist it. You have to take it gently with your hands."
I raise an eyebrow questioning her how in the hell I`ll take it with my hands cuffed in front of my body.
Emma shakes her head mouthing "no." She leans over and kisses me roughly. Gone is all the tenderness. I move my head back but she grabs it with her hands. Her tongue demands immediate access, but I deny it. My wife has to work for it. I know I`m in no position to do this, but it will fuel her dominant side. I love her dominant side.
She detaches her lips from mine and unzips her pants. I`m greeted by dark blue male boxers that have an opening for the member. Well, isn`t that interesting. She pulls her hardness out of the pants and looks at me with crazy eyes. She has that superior look written all over face that I adore. Swan is inches away from my face and I can feel my magic radiating from him. It's strange and arousing at the same time. I feel my core begin to throb.
"The sight of it is so alluring that you surrender yourself to your own desire. You take it in your mouth because its taste is your drug," she says as she brings her member to my lips, brushing it over them teasingly. "Don`t be shy. I know you want it. Take it." Her voice is low and commanding. I open my mouth instantly and I take as much as I can. She hits the back of my throat and pulls it out, nearly choking me in the process.
"Now, make it wet." She waits a second for me to form saliva. Once I`m done, I look up at her and she brings it to me once more. She grabs my head with both of her hands and pushes in slowly. My tongue moves around it, spreading wetness. She starts pushing in and hitting the back of my throat with every thrust.
I don`t like this. I have never liked it. It feels hollow and pointless. I have never understood why men like it so much. I am going to ask her about that later.
Much to my surprise Emma takes it out soon, moaning.
"Mmm. Come here." She grips my black dress by the shoulders and hauls me from the questioning room to one of the cells.
The Sheriff enters the right one and pushes my back to the bars. I hiss. My brain barely registers the mild pain as she lifts both of my hands over my head. She uncuffs the right one. Her face is so close to mine that I can feel her hot breath on me and her body pressed tightly against mine. It takes all of my willpower to not lean forward and kiss her. Emma`s once pale cheeks are now flushed, her eyes remain focused on her hands. I hear the handcuffs jangle over my head and when I lift my gaze I see that I`m cuffed with two bars between my arms. I move a little, trying to free myself, but in vain.
"Tch." My wife shakes her head. Her green eyes are locked on mine while her hands are mapping my body. They seem to be everywhere at once, never stilling for a moment, setting my skin on fire and making the heat between my thighs grow even more.
"You see," her mouth goes to my left ear brushing against it while murmuring with a hoarse voice, "the forbidden fruit..." her warm hand lands on my thigh and I shiver. I almost could hear her smile against my ear proud of my reaction, "is all wet," the hand travels up, gathering my dress in the process, until it reaches my bare core. I did promise her dresses and no underwear. One of her fingers brushes over my wetness and I can`t help but groan, "just like you." The digit moves in lazy circles around my clit as I roll my eyes from the sensation. The heat from my core is spreading all around my body, turning my knees into a jelly and watering my mouth. I swallow hard, not wanting to drool.
"But the wetness is not enough, is it?" For a moment I try to figure out whether she is really asking me but I drop the case because at that moment a single finger enters me and my knees give away completely. I collapse but the handcuffs stop me from falling.
"I`ll take that as a 'yes'." Emma chuckles wickedly while I gather myself enough to stand back.
"At this moment, you want to feel every single part of my forbidden fruit." She continues to talk against my ear while her thumb is circling my bundle of nerves. Her other finger has settled in a teasingly slow pace in my core. I rock myself on the digit, desperate for more, but Emma knows me far too well to let me get away with it. She works to prolong my torture until she decides that I have had enough. Until she takes pity on me and lets me have my release. I`m so needy for her and I`m pathetic shadow of my formal self. Fuck.
"You wanna take it all the way in you..." she separates herself from me completely and I immediately miss her heat. I look down and see how she kneels in front of me with her member still sticking out of her boxers. God, I need that in me. Stop fucking with me and start fucking me. I plead with my eyes but she carries on with her plan. Why am I so weak for her?
Emma spreads my legs apart and gathers my dress over my waist. With her green orbs locked in mine she places open-mouthed kisses on both of my thighs, starting just over the knees and slowly making her way up. As she nears my wetness, I feel my thigh muscles twitching.
"You hope the fruit will feed you enough," the Sheriff murmurs as her lips brush over mine. She darts out her tongue and makes one sweep over my opening, starting at the bottom and finishing with a pat on my bob. She takes the clit between her lips and sucks it gently, and I feel lightening coursing through my body.
"Fuck," I scream loudly as though it can relieve me.
The blonde between my thighs roars and the sound echoes deep in my mind and body. She places her hands on both of my thighs and digs her nails in my flesh while keeping her mouth busy. Her fingers travel all over my legs scratching everything in their wake. The pain from her hands mixed with the sweet pleasure from her skillful tongue is enough to push me over the edge. I come undone, eyes closed and mouth opened in a silent scream, as Emma drinks all of me without missing a single drop.
"But that`s not enough for you. You want it all in you," I hear her saying, and before I can comprehend my surroundings, my head still swimming from the intense orgasm, Emma thrusts her length into my core.
"Fuuuck," I scream again from the sensation of her filling me all the way up. I swear this thing gets bigger every time. I haven`t told her that, but it feels like it.
I lift my legs and automatically wrap them around her waist, bringing her even deeper in me. Wrong move, Regina, I tell myself. If this continues, she`ll tear me apart.
Her thrusts are strong and deep, on the edge between pleasure and pain. Every time the member`s head hits the back of my core, my breath hitches. Emma is molded to me completely. That`s why I miss the feeling of being filled up every time she goes out. I feel empty and incomplete until she thrusts in me again.
"That's where the fruit belongs – in you," my wife says before her hands grab my butt`s cheeks and digs nails in the bare flesh. She latches her mouth on my pulse point, sucking it before moving to my right shoulder and settles there. Teeth and tongue take turns to ravish the tender skin. She is marking me. Of that I have no doubt.
Out of the blue, she pulls out of me leaving me panting and unsatisfied. She reaches over my head and uncuffs me. I look at the bed but she has something else in mind. Emma cuffs me again to the bars. Only this time my hands are lower and I`m turned to face the rest of the station. I`m completely expose if someone decides to enter in this very moment. I can`t see what she is doing behind me and that fuels my arousal even more.
She grabs my hips and pulls them back to her, separating my body from the bars and leveling it parallel to the floor.
"That`s better," she speaks behind me with hoarse voice. Her arousal is evident in her words and in her rude maneuvers. She thrusts again in me and we both moan at the feeling. I have never thought she would like having a member this much. But it seems she is having hell of a fun time with Swan and me. So that makes three of us.
The thrusts quickly speed up, hitting my hot spot. I know I`m about to lose it.
"Regina..." For a moment I thought she is cumming but is not the case. She smacks my right butt cheek and grabs a fist full of hair, pulling my head towards her.
"Fuck," I growl. The first slap is followed by second and third. I feel my cheek burning and the heat spreads, setting my whole body on fire. Her rough grip on my hair combined with the unmerciful thrusts creates a strange combination of sensations that hits me all at once and I know what is coming.
Emma speeds up her thrusts even more, the smacks decrease and the orgasm start building up again. I close my eyes, bite my lips and try to relax as much as I can.
"Let go," her tender voice comes from behind me while her hand goes between my legs and circles around my clit. It`s like she hit an "On" button because before she can close the circle, the orgasm hits me so hard that a thick fluid shoots out of me. I collapse in my wife`s strong grip who stops thrusting because of her own release. With every contraction I feel more and more relaxed. Like a big weight is out of me, making me feel feather light.
Seconds later, when the aftershocks have ceased, I sense how Emma uncuffs me and drags my mushy body somewhere. I can`t tell the exact location until she puts me down gently on the bed in the cell and joins me.
I`m still panting, but slowly my brain starts itself again. I open my eyes and I`m greeted with the widest and most cocky grin on Emma`s face that I've seen in a while. She is on her back and half of my body is over her and my left leg between hers.
"I need to change my pants," she chuckles and I blush, burying my face in her neck. I move my head and open my left eye so I can gaze down her body. Swan is resting over her pants calmly. I just realized that she was fully clothed during this whole time. As was I.
"Indeed," I manage to murmur after my breathing goes back to normal and I stopped trembling completely.
"So, how would you describe my questioning methods, Madame Mayor?" she asks me with her most serious voice.
I take my time formulating my answer in my mind. I shift a little under the blanket that covers our bodies and notice that my heels are not on my feet while her boots are still on her legs.
"Holy fuck," and we both start laughing with our eyes lock on each other.
Soon the exhaustion takes the better of us and we dive ourselves in the silence feeling each other`s warmth. I melt into her embrace because I don`t want to leave this place. I want to stay her forever. I should ask Rumple for a spell that could freeze time.
The sound of our breathing is the only noise around us until...
"Emma," comes out from the entrance of the station.
