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"Leave us," he said, making the guards descend the steps of the tower.

The Evil Queen turned from the window at the sound of a familiar voice. "Ah, Prince James," she said, never turning from the window. "Come for one last romp?"

"Fuck you," he responded.

"I'll take that as a yes," she said, not missing a beat as she turned toward him and smirked. She was already starting to get under his skin, and she so enjoyed it.

James moved to the door, opening it and stepping inside. She raised an eyebrow. "Why did you do it?" He asked.

"Do what?" She said, her voice full of disdain.

"All of it? Go after Snow, kill her father? You've caused so much pain."

"Why don't you ask your fiancée? She loves to advertise my business."

"Snow is a good person. She'd never hurt anyone."

Regina raised her brows in amusement. She smirked, an unamused chuckle coming from her throat. "Really, now? She'd never hurt anyone?" Her face contorted into a snarl as she marched toward him. "She's the reason my true love is dead!"

The room went silent, the only sound was the labored breathing of the queen as she attempted to hold back her tears. They stood in silence for a while. "You can go on pretending that you and your precious Snow can do no wrong," Regina finally said. She stepped toward him, her face only inches from his. "But deep down, you're no better than the rest of us. Those of us who have been hurt our entire lives. Beaten, abused, ripped apart until there's nothing left. You proved that when you fucked me in my carriage."

She stepped away, returning to the window. "Evil isn't born, dear prince. It's made."

The sun was beginning to set, and the glow through the window softened her face. He watched her as she gazed down on the people of his kingdom. "Let me be," she said quietly.

Regina looked at the sword in her wall. It had been there for three days. Ever since he threw it at her at the wedding. She turned to a mirror and looked into it to find Charming bidding his wife adieu as she went off to do god-knows-what.

She smirked evilly. "I think it's time to pay the dear prince a visit."

The purple cloud engulfed her before landing her in the castle. She looked at the bed, climbing onto it to wait for him. It was only a few moments before he returned.

His face went white. "Regina?" He swallowed. "What are you doing here?"

"Returning your sword," she said, producing the object with her magic and placing it on the table next to her. She seductively moved toward him, sitting on her knees on the bed so she was slightly taller than him. "I must admit I wasn't pleased with you throwing it at me." She grabbed his shirt and pulled him toward her. "We usually have so much more fun with penetration."

He let out an involuntary moan. "I-I'm married, Regina."

"Never stopped me," whispered Regina, her lips grazing his and sending shivers down his spine.

"I-I love Snow," he stuttered, trying very hard to resist the sensual woman in front of him.

She looked down at him. "Oh, I know you do," she said teasingly. Her voice then dropped back to its naturally lower register, and she whispered, "But you prefer fucking me, don't you, dear?"

James crashed his lips to hers roughly, unable to resist her any longer. He pushed her so she was lying flat on the bed. He climbed on top of her as he pressed his tongue past her lips. When they finally parted for air, he said, out of breath, "I need you, Regina."

A low chuckle emitted from her throat as his mouth met her neck, sucking and biting at her skin, leaving little bruises along the surface. She could feel his hardness pressing into her thigh, only making her more aroused. Her teeth made contact with his earlobe, making him groan. "Then take me," she whispered.

He kissed her again as he pulled the deep purple dress up around her waist and ripped her underwear off, tossing it somewhere in the room. He reached down and immediately thrust two fingers into her sex, making her arch back. She began bucking her hips into him as her orgasm approached. It was quick and she immediately wanted more. "Is that all you've got, shepherd?" She taunted as she sat up.

"Oh, I'm only getting warmed up," he responded huskily. He removed her dress, allowing that perfect body he so adored to lie before him. He hungrily took one nipple in his mouth, roughly sucking and biting it, making her writhe in need. After a moment of attending to her breasts, he stood, removing his pants before climbing on top of her again, almost instantly thrusting into her.

He pressed himself into her over and over again, bringing them quickly to the brink. She reached down to rub her clit, but he intercepted. "Allow me," he growled.

"Quite the gentleman," she quipped just before his thumb made contact with the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Oh, fuck, James," she whimpered.

Her orgasm exploded within her, causing her to cry out loudly. The sound of her voice combined with the incredible feeling of being inside her took him over the edge as he came inside of her with a hard thrust and loud groan. He collapsed on top of her, completely spent.

It took them a moment to catch their breaths, and Regina expected him to pull out of her and go on his way, but instead, he began trailing soft kisses up her neck until he reached her lips. He gently kissed her, moving his lips against hers. She became lost in the moment, forgetting what their relationship was supposed to be.

"James," she finally whispered as his kisses became more urgent. She placed her hands on his chest, gently pushing him to stop. "No," she whispered.

"I'm sorry," he breathed. "I got caught up in the moment."

She nodded in understanding. James rolled over, allowing her to dress herself again. "Why haven't you told anyone about this?" He asked, looking at the woman slipping into her undergarments.

She shook her head. "Why would I?"

"If she found out, you'd have your revenge. You would have taken from her what she took from you. She'd be destroyed," he said, tears stinging the backs of his eyes.

She snickered. "Dear, I prefer more…creative forms of punishment," she told him. "Sleeping with her fiancé in their bed and telling her is just so cliché."

"So why did you sleep with me, then?"

"I'm a woman with needs."

"But why me?"

She didn't respond. She only smiled as she disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

Regina stood in her dining room, watching as the guests mingled, eating drinking, and chatting with each other. She swirled the wine in her glass, watching as David talked with Archie. A small smile crossed her lips. He's so friendly toward everyone. Even in Storybrooke he's charming. "Hi," a voice said.

"Oh," Regina turned to the woman. "Hello, Miss…?"

"Emma Swan," the blonde said. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans with a white tank top and a red leather jacket. She couldn't have been older than twenty-five.

Regina shook her hand. "Regina Mills," she said, putting on her mayor smile.

"So this is your house?" Emma leaned on the wall next to the older woman. Regina nodded, taking a sip from her glass. "Nice," Emma mused.

"How are you liking Storybrooke so far, Miss Swan?"

"Everyone seems nice. Really welcoming. And Mary-Margaret's cool."

Cool is not the word I would use to describe her, Regina thought.

Emma continued. "It's just nice to find a place where people are so welcoming." She took a sip of her beer.

They chatted for a bit before David came over. He wrapped his arm around Regina's shoulder and kissed her on the temple. "Hello, gorgeous."

She smiled. "Hello, dear. Have you met our guest of honor?"

"Yeah," he responded, nodding at Emma. "Mary-Margaret introduced us at the start of the night."

Emma looked between them, clearly a bit confused about something. "Is something wrong, Miss Swan?"

"Uh, nothing," Emma said awkwardly. At that moment, Ruby arrived and waved to David to help her bring in a case of wine.

"So," Regina said when David was gone. "What's bugging you?"

Emma was about to deny anything again, but she found it impossible to say no to the mayor. "Okay, please don't say anything?" Regina nodded. "Well…the way Mary-Margaret talked about him, I thought they were together," Emma told her sheepishly.

Regina chuckled a bit as she glanced toward the schoolteacher. Sure enough, she was looking longingly at David as he brought the case of wine through the entrance. Her stomach churned as she remembered the days when David used to reciprocate. The days of I will always find you. Regina was so happy those days were over. "Actually, David and I have been together about a month," she said.

"Oh," Emma said. "Sorry, she just really seems to like the guy. But I'm sure it's completely platonic," she said reassuringly. "She just really likes having him as a friend."

Platonic, sure. "Everyone in town knows that Miss Blanchard has always had a bit of a crush on David," Regina said. "She's…sweet," Regina said, choosing her words carefully.

"But David likes his women a bit sexier, right?" Emma said with a wink.

"Oh," Regina said, catching on. "Are you…"

"Gay? Yeah," Emma said. "I've been with men before, but I'm definitely into women. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I don't have much of a filter."

Regina laughed. "It's perfectly alright, Miss Swan. I'm flattered."

"Well, you should be. I have high standards."

Regina laughed again. "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship," she said, raising her glass.

Emma clinked her glass against the older woman's.

"Hey, you," said Regina as she descended the stairs, where David was in the wine cellar.

"Hello," he responded.

"You hiding out?" She asked.

David laughed. "Only a little. Granny gets handsy when she's drunk."

"No way! Granny felt you up?" When he nodded, she reared her head back laughing. "That crazy old lady better keep her hands off my man!" She teased, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Mmm, getting a little protective, are we?"

She giggled. "Well, I got hit on my a lesbian earlier, so it looks like we're both having an interesting night."

He raised his eyebrows. "Emma's gay?" Regina nodded. "Well, she's got good taste," he said, leaning in to kiss her.

She hummed against his lips, opening hers and allowing his tongue to enter. His hands slid under her shirt and ran up her back, causing her to shiver.

"David!"

He stopped for a moment at the sound of Mary-Margaret's voice. "He's busy, Miss Blanchard!" Regina called before closing the door behind her and turning to push him against it, kissing him feverishly.

"That was evil," he teased.

She raised an eyebrow. "Are you really complaining?"

"Nope," he said quickly, grabbing her by the back of her legs and lifting her to straddle his waist.

She giggled in surprise as he pressed her between his body and the wall, kissing her neck.

"David!"

Regina groaned. "What do you need, Ruby?" He called.

"We've still got a few cases to unload!"

"Ruby, dear, your friends are getting laid, so can it wait?" Regina said with a laugh. David's face turned red as he stifled his laughter.

Her friend was quiet, but Regina heard a gasp from Mary-Margaret. "Oh dear," she said when she saw his face. "We just got cockblocked by the teacher," she teased.

He laughed at her. "Later tonight." He said, kissing her again as he pressed his pelvis into her.

"And you said I'm evil!" She retorted. He guided her legs to the ground before opening the door and leading her back upstairs.

A/N: Emma is not Snow and Charming's daughter. They never had a baby. There's no prophecy about the end of the curse, so Regina isn't worried about it breaking. Just wanted to clear up those questions!

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