Rating: Light M. If two women together disturbs you don't read (if it does you shouldn't be reading since this is SwanQueen :P)
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and make no profit from them.
AN: Wow, thank you for all the positive reviews. It looks like the worst is over and my writing is back ;) And I'm so excited to have over 200 followers for this story so I'm posting this as a sort of celebration of that ;)
"This is ridiculous," Regina exclaims to the empty room as she snaps her book shut and nearly throws it away in frustration.
It's been 4 and a half days since she turned Emma Swan down and she's scarcely seen the woman since, something her body and mind apparently aren't happy with.
They haven't really been avoiding each other per se, but the sheriff has been busy the last days with a town that's clearly in chaos.
She doesn't see the blonde woman until two days after she turned her away when she gets a call from Doctor Whale about a man crossing the border from the outside. She rushes to the hospital and listens to everyone worrying about what the man has seen and what he might remember or do.
She stays in the background when Rumpelstiltskin refuses to help them, not at all surprised at his denial and she listens in silence as they move to a private room to argue over whether to try and save the man or let him die. She's not at all bewildered when Grumpy seems to be the only one in favor of letting him bleed to death.
Obviously, that notion is quickly shot down and it looks like everyone is about to leave when Snow abruptly turns towards her as if realizing she is there for the first time.
"If he survives, can you make him forget what he saw?"
All eyes suddenly turn to focus on her as she contemplates the woman in front of her.
"Why should I?" she says after a moment of silence.
"You heard what Mr. Gold said," Charming interjects. "You don't want him to bring people from the outside here and figure out magic is real. You created this town after all."
"Why would I care, I have magic that can protect me just fine," she replies with a smirk, delighted when the man makes to move closer to her to appear intimidating only to be grabbed by his daughter and forced back.
"Stop this. All of you," Emma says briskly as she gives them all a hard stare, ending with the former Queen whose smirk quickly fades. Instead Regina crosses her arms defiantly as she stares back into green eyes fiercely connected with her own.
If they had been alone in the room they'd be having a heated argument right about now, but on account of invading eyes and ears, they're trying to have a silent conversation instead. The brunette has no doubt that the sheriff knows why she's so reluctant to lend Emma's parents a helping hand.
She's still angry about their accusations regarding Archie's death that - naturally - turns out to be false. And Snow and Charming hasn't even had the audacity to admit they were wrong and give her a proper apology. Not that she'd actually let them apologize anyway. She's not interested in accepting their regret before they admit they're not always right – especially Charming with his brash conclusions and ever present hostility towards her.
Emma's eyes change so they're instead pleading for her to help and the brunette has to look away when she feels a twitch of guilt in her chest – which is ridiculous because she shouldn't even care – and she starts towards the door with determination.
"Regina -" both Snow and Emma state in unison, their voices filled with disbelief.
The former mayor spins around quickly, her anger flaring at how pitiful they all are; always needing her help to fix every little bad thing that happens.
"I will help you when I get an apology from your family for the unkind and hostile way you've been treating me since I got you back through that well," she states firmly as she glares at Snow.
"And when I get it you better make damn sure I believe you really mean it," Regina sneers before she turns on her heel and sashays away from the group of people, leaving behind a scowling Emma, an angry Charming, a dejected Snow and a confused Ruby and Leroy.
The second time she sees the blonde is when she shows up a day later as Snow and Charming's attempted peace maker. It almost works for a moment too when Regina's eyes fall to tantalizingly revealed skin and a cleavage that's more on display than is usual.
She's fully content to enjoy the view until Emma mentions her parents and completely ruins her mood.
"I hope your esteemed parents haven't resorted to whoring you away for them to get what they need just because they're incapable of admitting they were wrong," she states coldly to hide her disappointment.
Emma scowls at her and leaves quickly, slamming the door hard on her way out and leaving a frustrated brunette to wish she hadn't let her emotions get the better of her so she could have found something less offending to say.
She tried to invite Henry and Emma over for dinner earlier this evening to show the other woman that she regrets her harsh words, but the sheriff has turned her down promptly, obviously still feeling grumpy and offended at their latest interaction.
The only good thing that has come from this whole mess is that Henry has informed her he might wish to come home to his room again soon.
She's proud that she hasn't pressured him to come home immediately like her initial instincts want her to do. She's beginning to realize that if she wishes her son to want to be with her, she's going to have to give him time and support, not force his hand in anything like she can do with people who are just a means to an end. She can't threaten him like she does others when she actually cares about what he thinks and doesn't want him to be disappointed in her.
It takes a lot of energy to always worry about how her son might perceive the things she says or does and she can't fathom how people can care about others if this is what it entails. It has made Regina realize that even if all the people she cursed to Storybrooke were to give her a chance to redeem herself, she probably wouldn't take it. There is no way she'd survive trying to please them all when she can barely manage to keep her son satisfied.
With a healthy dose of self-pity that she rarely allows herself to feel, the former Queen turns off the bedside light and wraps her duvet tightly around herself as she lets the feeling of hopelessness and failure swirl freely inside her until she eventually falls asleep.
"Don't stop," Regina pants between sloppy kisses as the blonde's fingers swirl teasingly against her wetness, but refrains from going where she really needs them.
"Tell me what I want to hear," Emma demands as she lets her teeth sink into the muscle where shoulder meets neck, delighted at the moan the other woman releases and the way her hips buck upwards to try and get her fingers where the brunette needs them the most.
"Emma," the former Queen pleads, begging the other woman to have mercy on her.
"Tell me!"
Regina bites her bottom lip in frustration when she realizes the blonde isn't going to give her any reprieve unless she gives her what she wants.
"That's mine," Emma growls as she forces her tongue between the other woman's teeth and takes the lip between her own lips, sucking on it before biting down gently while wriggling her fingers slightly to remind the brunette of what she has yet to give the woman on top of her.
With a groan of defeat Regina lets the words tumble from her lips.
"I need you. Please make me come."
She's rewarded immediately as two fingers fill her while a thumb starts stroking against her sensitive nub, Emma humming her approval as she moves to take a straining nipple into her mouth and forces a strangled cry of pleasure from the brunette's vocal chords.
With a frustrated groan Regina is brought back to the conscious world, rapidly becoming aware of the wetness between her legs and the incessant thumping of her heart in other places than her chest.
She is not okay with her body's joyful reaction to her dream. What she had dreamt was not how it was supposed to go down. She did not let others dominate her or put her in such a vulnerable position. There is nothing arousing about being submissive and weak.
Still, she can't deny that she is feeling horny and she might as well imagine Emma in her bed if it will give her body some relieve. It's not like the other woman would ever know since the brunette can't imagine her mother disappearing anytime soon.
The former Queen takes a deep breath and releases it slowly while she closes her eyes and lets her left hand move to palm her breast while her right glides softly down her stomach before she spreads her legs and lets the wetness there coat her fingers.
She imagines forcing a naked blonde down on the mattress, settling herself on top of her and pushing her back down as she tries to sit up to gain some leverage.
Regina lets a finger slip inside her opening teasingly even as a small annoying buzz starts in the back of her mind telling her that this isn't working.
She tries to think of how she could drive Emma crazy and make her beg for release, but the mood is quickly fading.
With a disappointed huff the brunette lets her hand fall away from her most intimate parts as she gives up trying to get off to the mental image of dominating the sheriff.
Unbidden, the thought of the blonde pushing her down on her living room sofa as Emma herself bends down on the floor and forces Regina's skirt up and her legs apart, comes to the forefront of her mind. The blonde grins mischievously as she unceremoniously drags the other woman closer to the edge so she can kiss her way up a trembling thigh.
"Emma," the former Queen moans pitifully and desperately, making the other woman grin.
"You really need this don't you?" the sheriff coos as they lock eyes and the brunette nods vigorously, her hands tangling in long blonde tresses to try and urge her forward.
"If you want it, you have to beg for it."
With a groan filled with despair and anger and confusion, Regina throws off her covers and walks quickly into her bathroom, turning on the shower, all too aware of the fresh wetness and rekindled throbbing in her lower region that shouldn't be there.
No, this is not how it's supposed to go at all. What the hell is wrong with her? Damn Emma Swan for coming to Storybrooke, for being Henry's birth mom, for refusing to leave, for being Snow and Charming's daughter and for being so infuriating and intriguing and cute.