Poison & Wine
Chapter 11
Emma shut the door to her bug and began her walk to the Jolly Roger. She had dressed in a rush, leaving her sweatpants on and opting for a simple black bra and tank top before tying her hair up in an untidy bun. Thankfully she had managed not to wake her parents nor Henry, but she knew the chances of waking them up with her return was more likely than not.
She didn't get much from Hook on the phone, aside from the fact that Regina apparently knew she had found her true love. How the mayor knew, she had no idea and she was racking her brain to figure it out.
When she reached the boat, Killian was standing over an unconscious Regina. The brunette was bleeding from her forehead. "She's a clumsy little drunk." Her friend commented when she kneeled down to observe her true love.
"Have you tried waking her?" She wiped at the gash on the woman's head, swiping blood unto her thumb. She took in the rather peaceful face of the mayor and smiled softly.
"Wake her? The queen is lucky I didn't just throw her overboard after she threatened to burn my ship to ass." He scoffed.
Blonde eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she looked up at him. "Why'd she threaten your boat-ship?" She corrected herself with an eye roll.
Hook was pleased with her self-correction. "Because I wouldn't tell her the identity of your true love. The woman seemed obsessed."
"How does she even know?" The savior grumbled. Things were complicated enough with Regina and now that the older woman knew that Emma was aware of who her true love was, there was no possible way to go forward without revealing the identity of said true love.
The thing was though, was that Regina had found her own true love years ago, only she never met him so the sheriff was pretty sure she wouldn't believe her anyways. She wasn't sure which would suck more: telling the mayor and her not believing it or telling her and putting the weight of the 'true love' label on their possible relationship.
No decision seemed right. She loved Regina, but she couldn't say she was in love with her. Could she get there? Possibly, but she wasn't at that point yet. She knew there was no way that the brunette was anywhere close to that either. She couldn't even tell for certain if the mayor would even consider her as a feasible suitor.
"She claims that Tinkerbelle told her." The pirate said with a shrug. "Those two have buried the hatchet it seems."
"You know, when I was a kid I loved Tinkerbelle but now that I've met her, I've gotta say she's just a nosey and intrusive bitch." Emma complained and checked Regina's pulse to make sure it was steady.
Hook laughed. "As opposed to all the other cartoon characters you grew up with who are exactly how they were portrayed in those books?"
Emma laughed with him. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I mean, Hell, the Evil Queen is my true love." She scoffed in disbelief and rubbed her tired face. "All right, well I'm definitely going to leave before she wakes up. I can't imagine her seeing you will help anything."
"What're you going to do, Swan?" Her friend asked. "Think you'll tell her?"
The savior shrugged, exasperated. "I don't know, dude. I guess I'll see when she wakes up. That is, if she doesn't slip into a coma anytime tonight."
"I guess you'll have to look over her all night." The brunette man smirked. "Sounds like an interesting sleepover." His statement was full of sexual innuendo and he added an eyebrow wiggle for the full effect.
Emma rolled her eyes and slipped one arm under the mayor's knees and the other she snaked under her lower back. She groaned at the weight of woman. Her shoulder was still rather tender, but she could manage. "Come help me with my car door so I can get her out of here."
"You sure you can carry her by yourself?"
She nodded. "Please. You saw my guns in Neverland." The blonde bragged. "I think I can handle it."
Things were loud and bumpy as consciousness returned back to Regina. She managed a deep gritty whine and opened her eyes. Her head was throbbing in pain and she was still rather intoxicated.
"Where am I?" She asked herself softly, taking in the view of a relatively dirty floorboard. A car, she realized. She was in a car.
Just as brown eyes moved up to see the blonde sheriff she heard, "She lives." Emma said with a grin as she looked at the mayor in her rearview mirror.
Regina slowly sat up in the backseat and rubbed her temples. The throbbing in her head was outrageous. "How-"
"Hook called me." The sober woman cut her off. "You're lucky he did, actually. After you threatened his boat, he debated throwing you overboard."
"Please." The brunette scoffed, tasting stale alcohol on her tongue. Her inhibitions were lacking slightly due to the cider flowing through her veins. "I dare that smelly pirate to harm me. We'll see how long his manhood stays attached to his body after that."
The sheriff pulled up to 108 Mifflin Street and parked. "I'll be sure to pass the threat on." She promised and turned off the car before getting out.
Regina slowly managed to get out by herself, but Emma was there waiting for her when she stood up. When the blonde's hand touched Regina's elbow she swatted it away and glared at her. "I can walk on my own, Miss Swan. I'm drunk, not crippled."
With an eye roll, the savior surrendered and watched the older woman sway quite ungracefully to her front door, following behind her.
The mayor tried to open the white painted wood, but it was locked. "Great." She grumbled. She raised her hands to perform a spell, but Emma gripped her arm and forced it down.
"Whoa there, witch. I think you need to keep all the energy you have left. You hit your head pretty hard. Let me." She offered and fished on her keychain for the house key.
Regina watched, suddenly remembering through her inebriated state that she had given the woman a key to the mansion in case Henry lost his copy on a day that the mayor worked late. "Oh, that's right." She commented. "Why would you keep it on your keychain?"
Emma opened the door and turned on the foyer light, waiting for the mayor to enter before she shut the door and locked it. "Where else would I keep it?"
The former queen shrugged. "Somewhere safe? I imagine you to be the type of person to lose things easily."
"Fair enough." The blonde followed the older woman as she walked to the kitchen. "But I've always kept good care of my keys. Not having anyone to give spares to will do that to a person." After chunking said keys on the countertop Emma watched as Regina stumbled towards a cabinet. When she opened it, the savior realized it was the medicine cabinet.
The brunette pulled out the ibuprofen and attempted to open it. It was being stubborn and eventually she rolled her eyes and extended the bottle to the younger woman. "Put yourself to good use?"
Emma took the bottle and opened it with no problem. "Are you sure that you wanna take this now?"
"My head is throbbing and I'm still quite drunk, so yes." She snatched the open bottle of Motrin and picked out four, them adding up to 800 milligrams. "Besides, after your actions the other night, I don't think you're in a place to give proper advice." She placed the gel capsules on the island and went to the fridge for some water.
The sheriff raised an eyebrow and watched as the older woman was trying with all her might to open the stubborn bottle of water. "Need help?"
Regina glared at her and tried harder. Her fingers hurt from trying to twist off the damn lid. "Quit laughing, Miss Swan."
"I'm not." Emma swore, but she did have an amused grin on her face.
The mayor was not impressed. "Well I'm convinced they glued this!" She yelled, tossing the bottle at the blonde more than to her, but Emma caught the cold water no problem. "Wipe that stupid smirk off your face while you're at it."
Emma had to admit the bottle was more difficult than it probably should have been but she got it open, walked over towards the former queen and gently placed the water in front of her. "Just so you know, it's always recommended to eat before you take those."
Ignoring the savior, Regina grabbed the pills on the island, placed them in her mouth and swallowed them with a swig of her water. She looked into green eyes after doing it, expecting to see frustration in them, but all she saw was concern and just a hint of humor behind her eyes. It caused a flutter in her stomach that she didn't like. She cleared her throat.
They were fairly close, or more accurately, the sheriff was fairly close to her and the warm alcohol streaming through her veins made her want to do things; things that would be impossible to come back from. She almost didn't care of the consequences. The blonde was studying her closely, and for the first time Regina could help but remember the woman's earlier confession. Emma liked her. The savior had romantic feelings for and so wouldn't be opposed to what Regina was absolutely aching to do. She licked her lips thinking about it.
Emma cleared her own throat and motioned to the mayor's forehead. "You gashed your forehead on Hook's boat. I can help take care of it for you."
Breaking out of her ludicrous thoughts, she nodded. "First aid kit is in my bathroom." She said and started to walk to the stairs.
"I thought you kept it in here?" Emma commented, following the older woman and finding humor in just how much swaying she was doing. The blonde was actually fairly impressed with Regina, to be honest. She knew that she was completely wasted yet the educated woman was still speaking eloquently.
"Usually I do, but if you insist on prying I cut my ankle shaving the other day." She rolled her eyes, but when Regina reached the third step her heel didn't quite make the step and she went backwards.
Thankfully, a sturdy body behind her managed to halt the descent and stepped on the same step to steady her body. She felt two firm hands on either side of her waste. "Are you all right?"
The woman's voice was quiet and so close to her ear that she felt the warm breath on it. The feeling of warmth flowed from her ear to her stomach and she had to bite her lip to prevent a sound from escaping her. "Fine." She managed to choke out. When she heard the deep tone her voice had taken on she cleared it. "I'm fine." It sounded more normal.
"Maybe you should take off your heels." Emma suggested, removing one hand from the woman's waist, but keeping the other there for safety.
Regina shook her head and shoved out of the sheriff's embrace altogether before taking a careful step up the stair case. "I loathe when Henry leaves his shoes on the staircase. Doing so would make me a hypocrite."
"I can carry your shoes, Regina." The savior pointed out, worried with every step the mayor took up the steps.
"If it will make you be quiet then fine." The brunette stopped walking and leaned against the wall for support as she unfastened her heels handed them to the younger woman.
Emma grabbed the uncomfortable looking heels and followed Regina up the rest of the stairs. "I know you're not use to people helping you and all, but usually the person being helped is at least civil."
"On the contrary, Miss Swan, I am being civil. If I weren't you'd be made into a garden topiary." The former queen opened the door to her room and then slid into her master bath.
The savior felt strange when she entered the brunette's room. The walls were painted a dark grey color and one wall was covered in detailed black and white forest wallpaper. The bed was obviously the focal point of the entire room. It was queen sized, which seemed fitting for the queen herself. Emma smirked at her own joke and took in the dramatic curved upholstered headboard. It was a deep textured black with white trim. It meshed well with the pure white sheets and light grey comforter. The bed was made, and Emma wasn't surprised at all. God forbid everything wasn't perfect in the mayor's life. The huge pile of throw pillow was outrageous. There were at least ten, all various patterns but all matching the room theme.
Emma realized that this was her first time in the older woman's room. She had been in the house plenty of times and explored nearly every room, but she had always avoided the bedchambers of her true love. It was gorgeous. She certainly hadn't had anything close to this her entire life. Even when she was living in Boston, her mattress was on the floor. She had one pillow, two covers, one pillowcase, and one pair of sheets. She was starting to realize how insanely opposite she and Regina were. The woman in the bathroom had grown up a princess and then married into being queen. When she created the curse, she made sure to keep herself comfortable. Rather Regina felt like it or not, she had grown up privileged, and Emma had no idea what that felt like.
She was so caught up in her admiration of the mayor's room that she didn't notice when said woman walked out of the master bathroom, forehead bandaged up, arms crossed.
Regina leaned against the doorframe and watched as Emma grazed her hand over her grey dresser and picked up a picture of her and Henry on his first day of school. "It appears you were too busy plundering to help me with my cut."
Emma visibly jumped and blushed as she put the photo back. "I wasn't plundering. I was just looking." She swallowed thickly. Being in the older woman's bedroom with her had the sheriff on high alert. "Your room is gorgeous."
The former queen smirked, feeling bold at the sight of an uncomfortable Emma Swan. "You seem to use that word quite often when referencing me." She perceived, taking a few steps towards the younger woman.
"Well," The words died in her throat and the hair standing up on the back of her neck as Regina stepped closer to her. She shifted awkwardly and stood beside the grey dresser. "Uh…"
With the alcohol still in her system, the brunette found she could easily discuss Emma's attraction to her. She raised a perfectly cropped eyebrow gave the savior a heated look. "I thought I was the inebriated one, Sheriff?"
Emma huffed out an uncomfortable laugh and ran black painted nails through her hair. "I'm beginning to think you're more drunk than you're giving yourself credit for." The older woman's actions were out of character, but not completely unwelcome. Emma's back hit the wall as she took a step backwards, trying to distance herself from Regina.
The mayor laughed with her, but her chuckle was cocky. She swayed as steadily as possible until she was fairly certain the blonde couldn't escape easily. When she saw the woman's back hit the wall, an evil smirk plastered all over her face. She felt liberated and feral. "Seems you've trapped yourself in a corner, Miss Swan."
Emma's throat was dry and when she saw Regina lift a hand out to touch her neck, her breath hitched. "Regina-" She tried.
"Hush, Sheriff." The brunette demanded, cutting her off. "This is what you want, is it not? Those messages you sent me suggested as much." She pointed out and applied a feather light touch to the blonde's collarbone. She noted straining veins pulsing in the younger woman's neck and her labored breathing. "You called me gorgeous and sexy, Miss Swan. You even tried to forget me by drinking with your pirate friend."
"Who are you trying to forget, Madam Mayor?" The blonde challenged, disregarded the fire that ignited when the woman touched her skin. She was trying to ignore the gentle caress, but Regina was making it difficult. The older was intoxicated and Emma couldn't risk losing control around the suddenly affectionate mayor.
Brown eyes ran all over the cut and bruised face of her sheriff. She took her time detecting every flaw and perfection the young woman had. "I'm under no illusion that I could ever forget you,dear. You're too… intoxicating for that." Her index finger moved to trace the outline of the savior's pierced ear. She licked her lips sensually, gazing at the sheriff's warm flesh. Desire ran through her faster than she thought possible. She wanted to devour the savior alive. She had never wanted anything more.
Emma knew she would lose it if the brunette kept up her teasing touch so she gripped the mayor's hips and turned them around. The slamming of her body against the wall caused Regina to growl.
When the blonde went to move away, the inebriated mayor gripped her shirt at the sleeves and raised one of her legs to hitch her thigh on the savior's hip. Her calf curled around the back of Emma's thigh, forcing her to stumble forward. "Where do you think you're going, Swan?" She teased, using her Evil Queen voice.
It turned the blonde on more than anything. Drunken Regina was a sexy motherfucker and Emma was screwed. She opted not to touch the dark haired woman and instead propped her hands on the wall on either side of the mayor's head. She took a deep breath when she felt sneaky thumbs rubbing her shoulders.
"You're not thinking straight." Emma informed her, trying to look everywhere but at the seductress.
Regina chuckled darkly. "I know. My thoughts are nowhere near straight." She teased, watching the blonde try to avoid eye contact.
"Regina-" She quit talking when the former queen gripped her jaw and forced her to look into brown eyes.
The mayor smirked and snuck her tongue out to quickly swipe the younger woman's bottom lip. Emma groaned when she released her jaw and placed it around her neck. She was highly aware of the thigh curled around her body. Everything was too hot. She was suffocating in flames.
"If you want to kiss me, Miss Swan, I suggest you get on with it." Regina said in a husky voice. The pulse between her legs was hard to ignore as she clung to the savior for support to hold her up. She was determined to get Emma to kiss her. She craved to feel the woman's lips on her own. Her thoughts were muddled and hazy to the point where she stopped worrying about them at all. Consequences be damned. She was going to feel those lips against her.
But it seemed the Sheriff was too chicken. Blonde hair moved as the younger woman shook her head. "I can't." She practically whined, leaning her forehead against the older woman's. When Regina wasn't in heel, the savior was a couple of inches taller than her. Emma licked her lips, gazing hard at the red ones in front of her. Regina had a scar on her upper lip that looked delicious to her. "I… God Regina, I swear if you weren't drunk I'd be all over this… I just… I…" She closed her eyes, hating herself for saying now. "I can't…" And she really couldn't. While the mayor may be more interested in her than Emma had thought, she still had no idea about the true love thing. She wouldn't understand the gravity of a kiss between the two of them. Emma did. Emma knew the can of worms that would be opened. She couldn't allow herself to kiss Regina unless she was sure she could do it again, but lord did she want to feel those lips against hers.
The mayor just smirked and gripped her jaw again. "Chivalry doesn't suit you, dear." She whispered before bringing the blondes lips to hers harshly.
As soon as Emma's lips touched hers an overwhelming sensation of warmth spread throughout her body, seeping into every part of her. The dam was broken. Emma couldn't stop if her life depended on it. She moved one of her hands from the wall and threaded a hand through dark hair, gripping her hungrily and biting the older woman's bottom lip, bathing it with her tongue.
Regina moaned when she felt the blonde suck hard on her lip. She released the woman's jaw and brought their bodies together; breasts against breasts. She raked her nails down the woman's neck and made the move to shove her tongue down an awaiting mouth.
Emma was more than willing to tangle their tongues together, making her own moan while their tongues tangled. She moved her other hand from the wall and placed it under Regina's thigh that was propped on her hip. She felt harsh nails all over her neck and face. She loved every minute of it. She ripped their mouths apart and started a trail of open-mouthed kisses along a tan neckline and jaw. She swiped her tongue over the woman's pulse point and was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure. She felt Regina's thigh muscle tense at the action and smirked to herself. She made a note to remember that spot.
"Emma…" Regina moaned before roughly yanking the woman's mouth off of her neck and crashing their lips together once again. The former queen couldn't remember the last time she felt this good. Every nerve ending she had was tingling and she was absolutely soaked.
The sheriff sucked on an eager tongue, feeling greedy and satisfied, yet hungry and desperate at the same time. She stroked up the bare thigh until she reached the hem of the black dress Regina was wearing. She wanted to keep going, but thought better of it.
Regina seemed to not be thinking better of anything. She whimpered into the younger woman's mouth and rotated her hips the best she could for some contact. As soon as Emma released her tongue from her greedy mouth, the mayor wrapped blonde tresses in her fist and yanked it down to showcase the bare neck. She licked a line up the column of her throat and up all the way to her earlobe, taking it between her sharp teeth and sucking.
"Shit, Regina!" Emma groaned and willingly allowed the brunette full access to her neck.
The former queen smirked and pressed her lips against an ear. "I'm soaked." She purred.
A shiver ran down Emma's spine and went straight to the pulsing between her legs. "Holy fuck. Mmm." She strangled out breathlessly. Her lips were throbbing in the best way possible. Her fingers twitched anxiously just under the hem of the older woman's dress. She shouldn't do it. She knew that, but her body was radically against pulling away in any form.
But she didn't have to because Regina shoved her away abruptly before running towards the master bathroom and slamming the door shut.
Thankfully the wall was not to far away and caught the unstable sheriff. She stayed against it as she caught her breath. Her entire body was pulsating with adrenaline and desire. Her kiss with Regina was more than she thought possible. Her lips were bruised, her body was on fucking fire, and she was positive she'd never been more turned on in her life.
She was thinking of how amazing it all felt when she heard the sound of a vomiting Regina coming from the bathroom. Emma clenched her teeth and groaned. Reality started to sink in. The mayor had, in fact, kissed her but that was a moot point. Emma took a deep sigh and rubbed her face. She had messed up big time. She didn't know how her and Regina could come back from this.
Regina finished puking and ran a hand through her messy hair, leaning against the wall by the porcelain toilet. She wiped her mouth and looked straight away towards the shower. She had kissed Emma Swan. She had basically told the woman to screw her and she was positive that if her abrupt desire to vomit hadn't popped up, that she would be close to having a long overdue orgasm right now.
"Stupid." She cursed herself. "Stupid. Stupid. Stupid."
How was she supposed to go out there and face the blonde after what happened between them? She had pushed for the kiss and if she were judging by the younger woman's reaction, she could assume that Emma was more than receptive of said kiss. They obviously found each other attractive and enjoyed the company of one another. Things would be fine, good ever, if it weren't for the fact that Regina forgot the most important part of the puzzle: Emma's true love. The poor broad was still out there- most likely miserable- and there was the mayor, basking in the afterglow of her make out with the blonde.
She was through with the back and forth. She couldn't have the sheriff no matter what the other woman thought. She would go out there and tell Emma everything! She would lay it all on the line and demand the younger girl be with her damn true love and stop confusing the mayor. Regina couldn't do it anymore, not after that kiss. She would end the limbo once and for all.
After brushing her teeth and wiping her lipstick smudged face, she opened the door ready to tell Emma how it was going to be, but the room was empty. The sheriff had left.
So it happened! :D They kissed. However, knowing them you had to of known it wasn't going to be rainbows and butterflies afterwards. Let me know how you liked the kiss scene & promise there will be more to come. Next chapter will be up by Saturday. Review & tell me how you're liking it! You guys are awesome.