It had been perhaps the best day she'd had in ages. Mary Margaret Blanchard was behind bars facing an open and shut murder case. Her true love was convinced of her guilt, and Emma Swan... Well Emma Swan was on top of her, two fingers inside her, a thumb on her clit and giving her the most powerful orgasm she'd had in...
... well Emma was a lot better at this than Graham that was for sure. They had met in the room at the Bed and Breakfast that they'd been using for these things for the better part of two months. At least when it was planned. Otherwise this sort of thing involved her desk, or the wall of her office, or that one very uncomfortable time the floor of the sheriff's station.
Emma was a talker, which Graham had never been, so it was a little strange that today involved no banter. Regina had started to tease her as she took off her dress when Emma entered but the sex had come with almost no words from the blonde. Regina knew she should be pleased with this turn of events. She'd clearly succeeded in throwing the Savior off her game, but part of her still flinched at the way Emma looked at her.
Pity, anger, hate she could have dealt with. Those were emotions she expected. But that wasn't what she saw in Emma's eyes as she looked up at her and something instinctively made Regina reach up and put a hand on her chest.
"Please stop, Emma." Regina's own voice surprised her. It was higher than normal, but not much above a whisper.
Emma did stop, removing her hand and sitting on the bed looking down at her lover. "I thought that's what you wanted, no complications."
"I do... but... Emma something is wrong." Regina sat up on her elbows.
"Of course it's wrong," Emma snapped. "I arrested my best friend for a murder I don't think she committed. For a murder..." Emma got up from the bed and started finding her clothes.
"I can't do this anymore."
"Emma, please sit back down." Regina found herself pleading and wasn't even sure where that impulse had come from.
"Is this how you imagined it would go? That I'd just keep fucking you even though I knew what you'd done?"
Regina inhaled and didn't look at Emma's eyes. "I don't know what you are talking about."
Emma waved a finger, "No. No we aren't playing these games anymore Madam Mayor. These ... twisted as fuck games you play."
"I'm not playing games with you."
Emma gave Regina a dirty look. "You do nothing but play games. Because you are a sociopath and that's ... I don't know ... this is fun to you. You murdered your only friend so you could frame an innocent woman. What kind of monster are you!?" Emma let out in exasperation. "And what kind of fucked up person am I that I came to you tonight knowing that you murdered a woman."
"I didn't kill Kathryn." Regina said quietly. Though she didn't deny being a murderer. A distinction the savior probably wouldn't understand now but would when they hung her from her apple tree once the curse was broken.
"I'm going to prove it." Emma picked up her jacket.
"You aren't going to prove it because I didn't kill her, your friend Mary Margaret did. Now come back to bed Sheriff." Regina ordered calmly but felt the sickening panic in her stomach. She didn't want Emma to think of her like this. She ... they had had a few moments, before Kathryn had disappeared. It had been like capturing smoke but they had been blissful. She could have that. She could have that happiness and her revenge.
"You have no soul." Emma said with a shake of her head. "What did Mary Margaret ever do to you?"
"None of your business." Regina snapped, though she knew the truth was that particular question was entirely Emma's concern. "Come back to bed."
"No."
"Miss. Swan, stop throwing a temper tantrum."
Emma shook her head and looked utterly perplexed. "You really think I could get in bed with a woman I think is a murderer?"
"You were making love to a woman you think is a murderer five minutes ago."
"Yes, well, I make poor life choices. And you Regina, you are just about the worst of those I've ever made." She shook her head. "I'm going to prove you did this."
"No, you won't." Regina said with certainty.
"I'm going to prove you did this and this entire town will stop being scared of you when you are behind bars."
Regina watched her. "The caged animal is much more dangerous than the free one, Miss. Swan."
Emma shook her head, "I think I'd prefer it if you were Henry's Evil Queen. She seems a lot less mentally unhinged than you are."
"That book isn't real." Regina said a bit testily.
"But you are really nuts." Emma picked up Regina's dress and threw it at her. "Get dressed Madam Mayor, we're done here."
Regina sat in the bed for a long time after Emma slammed the door before she could manage to compose herself enough to dress. She reapplied her makeup and tried to make her hair look less like Emma's hands had been mingling in it. She walked down the stairs, past Mrs. Lucas who looked away from her but whom she knew was still following her with her eyes as she walked down the path back towards main street.
She should go home. Henry would... well he wouldn't be home in a few hour. He'd be with Emma because he didn't rush home anymore after school. She looked over at the boarded up library with a pang of regret and an utterly foolish idea that was also impossible.
Not without magic or someone else to operate the lift controls.
Still she dug through her purse and found the library keys, entering the dusty neglected space. She walked over to the panel that hid the elevator and the path to the bowls of Storybrooke. She slid down the wall and held her knees.
"You were right, Maleficent. About the hole. I can't fill it... and every time I try everything turns to dust."
Regina cried for a very long time.
