I Run This Town.
Disclaimers: Don't own Once Upon A Time, or ABC. If I did "they 'red be some CHANGES 'round thar!"
A/N: Okay, a few liberties…I admit.
Chapter 12. The Prophecy Aftermath
"Regina…" Emma held up her hand. "Hang on a sec. Forgot something important, damn it all to hell!"
"Language, Savior…" Regina admonished.
Emma rolled her eyes, then looked apologetic. "Hey…I need to make 2 calls, first. Keep that thought…" she grinned her idiotic grin, holding up a finger, as she walked backwards, pulling out her phone, and bound out of the room.
Of course, she bumped into the archway on her way out.
Regina looked at her, curious; Emma walked into another room talking covertly but she did manage to hear a few snippets.
"….yeah, it's me…"
"Uh-huh. Operation Quill is on…I repeat, Operation Quill is ON…."
"…yup. You remember what you need to bring…? Okay, I'll call the driver…"
She heard more murmurings, several uh-huh's, and then a final request to hurry, then the Savior hung up the phone.
She's awfully perky, to be orchestrating my demise, the regal woman thought, sadly.
But there was a tiny little corner of her heart that hoped. Hoped that perhaps…just perhaps…Emma Swan was the savior of everyone of Storybrooke…including the Evil Queen, that cursed them there, in the first place. She sighed, resigned to her fate. She no longer felt commanding, she no longer felt above the peasants; she just felt tired. Tired of fighting, tired of killing, and mostly, tired of denying what she felt for that irritating and determinedly crass blonde slinking back with a knowing grin, with that stupid red leather jacket and skin tight jeans.
How Regina loved those skin tight jeans…
She allowed herself the luxury of watching Ms. Swan re-enter the room; licking her lips, she felt herself beginning to heat up, slightly. Those jeans…they should be illegal.
Her eyes trailed up the jeans, and she noted Emma had undone her jacket; it hung open, revealing a light blue tank that looked like it was three sizes too small. Regina arched her eyebrow. "I see you're branching out…no white, uh, what do you call it, Ms. Swan…?"
"Wifebeater?" Emma grinned. Her face then fell, remembering Regina's harrowing tale. "..which is in incredibly inappropriate taste," Emma corrected, quickly. "They're called 'tanks,' Regina."
"Tanks. Hm." Regina said, her eyes roving appreciatively over Emma's too tight top. The intense look caused Emma's nipples to harden, slightly, which of course Regina noticed. "I rather like the…tanks, on you, Ms. Swan. Especially something other than white."
Emma looked down, blushing slightly, when she saw how obvious Regina's attention interested her.
"Well, uh," Emma did what she did when nervous; she babbled. "It used to be white, actually. Funny thing, that! See, Mary mixed up the whites with her teacher's smock, and she had a bunch of crayons in the pockets, and well, boom! Ya know…."
Regina arched an eyebrow. "No. I do not know."
Emma grimaced. "Yeah, you've probably never messed up a load of laundry in your life, I'd imagine…"
"No. Why would I? It only requires a modicum of actual attention to detail, Ms. Swan. Now come here. Let me see if the impromptu dye job has already set…."
Emma complied, and Regina's hands immediately grabbed the bottom of the shirt, examining it closely. She frowned, as Emma wriggled out of her jacket, tossing it haphazardly to the side, while Regina inspected. The brunette made an annoyed little murmur but continued to look at it, frowning.
"I'm afraid it's set in, Emma."
Emma shrugged. "Eh, it's just a tank. They're like…five bucks. It's no big."
Regina shook her head, in disbelief. "I'm in love with an inarticulate idiot." She sighed. "How did this happen?"
Emma grinned. "You're lucky, that's how."
"I'm lucky, you think...that my standards have apparently fallen to the level of being…intimate…with someone wearing a garment that cost little more than the loose change in my automobile cushions?" She looked at Emma with disbelief.
Emma looked at her, wide eyed, then she laughed.
Actually laughed.
"Regina," Emma said, when she could articulate over her giggles,"you and I both know there is not one scrap of dust, much less loose change in your seats! "
"True," Regina pursed her lips.
"And secondly…the better the salad, the less dressing you need, to make it taste good…know what I'm sayin'?"
Regina rolled her eyes.
"Hey!" Emma said, finally sober from her laughing fit. "You keep rolling your eyes, like that, and those peepers of yours are gonna get stuck."
Regina said nothing, instead rolling them again for good measure.
"I mean it! Then you'll be sad, cause you'll have missed this…" She pulled her blue tank top off, all together, and pitched it in the direction of the wastebasket in the corner. She stood there, her gorgeous body on display, with a tight red push-up wonderbra, underneath. Regina marveled, eyes grazing across the expanse of skin, toned abs, and delicious cleavage.
Her voice was deeper as she merely noted, "Yes, I agree, Ms. Swan. That does seem like it might be…a real misfortune."
The room was heavy, all of a sudden, the obvious sudden flare of attraction kindling between them. Emma walked over to Regina, deliberately, then suddenly pounced on Regina's lap, surprising the older woman.
"You're going to have to hurry with it." Emma advised.
"With what?"
"With sucking my tits, like you know you want to do…." Emma said, her eyes riddled with lust. She ground her pelvis into Regina's, slightly for emphasis. "…cause, really, Regina…don't think I didn't notice the fact you haven't once looked at my eyes, since I walked back in here."
Regina finally looked up, glaring into Emma's eyes.
"Busted!" She said, playfully, as she reached back behind her, unclasping her own bra with one hand. As it dropped off her body, her beautiful breasts spilled out, redirecting Regina's focus.
"Oh, God…." Regina moaned, her hands immediately reaching up, grasping the perfect globes. She kneaded Emma's breasts, enjoying the grunts she caused in the blond, as she manipulated her breasts and pinched the nipples; finally; she couldn't resist and placed her mouth, hungrily over Emma's right nipple.
"Mmmmm," Regina moaned, as Emma released several "ohgodohgodohgod's" in a row, feeling the woman's needy mouth suck the nipple furiously , while her tongue swirled and flicked. Her hand was occupied with the breast that wasn't being sucked, and Emma felt her center becoming increasingly wet.
However, when Regina pulled her mouth off, with a pop, and looked up at Emma with her feral desire, eyes black and pupils blown, Emma's breath hitched.
Regina's hands went to the outer edges of each of Emma's breasts, where they hung, over Emma's mouth, and growled.
"Emma…" she moaned, before pushing the breasts together, hard, and mashing them flush against one another. Her voracious mouth opened wide, and the dark Queen latched onto the breasts, circling both of them, at once.
"Fuck!" Emma yelled, bucking her center into Regina's.
She didn't care she was dry humping the mayor, and that she was the only one naked, from the waist up.
Who cares, when her fucking incredible mouth was doing THAT?
"Oh, fuck….Regina…just, fuck…." She moaned, her eyes closing.
Regina murmured her agreement, and sucked so hard, the nipples stayed in her mouth as she removed her right hand, and lowered it towards Emma's snap of those sinful skinny jeans.
Before Emma even registered the fact, Regina had undone her pants, and her hand was underneath her boy boxers, and demanding fingers were circling her clit as she bucked into Regina's lap, wildly.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck….fuck, Regina!" Emma moaned, feeling her climax beginning to approach. She was bucking, wildly, into Regina's lap; while her mouth sucked so furiously she was sure her nipples would be bruised, in the morning. "I'm so fucking wet, for you…" Emma groaned. "Finish me…please, Regina…"
Emma felt Regina grind down hard, on top of her swollen bead, and it was enough friction for Emma's release to come sweeping across her sensibilities, and she cried out Regina's name, over and over, before stilling, face buried in the older woman's neck and hair, gasping.
Regina pulled her mouth off of Emma's sore breasts, but kept her right hand in the Savior's pants resting lightly over the spent core. Emma pulled herself sleepily off the older woman's shoulder, giving her a dopey grin.
"You're amazing, Regina."
"I am aware of that fact, Miss Swan."
Now it was Emma's turn to roll her eyes, right before she laid a sloppy kiss on the mayor's lips.
"Mmmm…" Regina moaned, pressing harder into Emma. As she began to deepen the kiss, a loud knock reverberated across the entire 1st floor.
"Shit!" Emma yelled, hopping off Regina like she was a hot stove. "They're here, already!"
She began hunting for her discarded clothes, redressing quickly, before Regina finally asked, "Which ill mannered associate of yours, exactly, is it …" More knocks, growing louder, were heard by both women. "…that's trying to break down my door, right now, Ms. Swan?"
Emma grinned, fluffing out her hair, as she headed towards the front door. She gave Regina a quick look answering simply, "…that? Oh, that's just the rest of Team Swan Queen...they're here to help." She hollered over her shoulder, "I told you I had a plan!"
SQSQSQSQ
Confused, Regina watched as a parade of Emma's idiot friends paraded into her house, making themselves at home.
Dumbfounded, she watched David, Ruby and Granny, Katheryn, and Jefferson march in with equipment, weapons, and coolers. They all wore hunting vests with the words "Storybrooke Sheriff's Department" on them, and lined with Kevlar; they wore boots and ammo belts. They all looked ready for a standoff, although Ruby had fashioned hers into a halter top.
"What's all this?"
"Shit we need," David answered, grimly, "...and Granny's food, incase there's a siege." He handed out the munitions and nodded firmly, to the people who scattered throughout the house to watch the perimeter. Granny was setting up some complicated looking communications in the living room, and doing a sound check; David had positioned himself at the front porch.
She looked at the former Prince Charming, brow furrowed. "Charming." She murmured. "What are you….?"
The question went unasked. He nodded, in understanding. "I believe in true love," was his answer, as he set his jaw. "And I trust my daughter."
She gasped, realizing the weight of what he said, and she stood, frozen.
"Hey!" Emma said, bursting into the room. "We're missing one! Where's the pointman?"
Regina looked at the exchange between father and daughter, until they all were interrupted by a breathless yell, bursting through the front door.
"Sorry!" Panted Henry, practically dry heaving, carrying a huge backpack. "I had a hard time sneaking out!"
Emma nodded, ruffling his hair. "Good job, Kid. You know what to do."
Regina finally weighed in. "What is going on?" She exploded. "You will not have MY son—" she caught herself, momentarily. "Er, OUR son, Emma, enacting some harebrained scheme of yours, that will only lead to…"
"Mom!" Henry shouted, quieting the room. He looked around. "I mean, Moms…sorry. Look, uh…Mom Regina…there's not time." He set his backpack down, at Granny's table. "Argue later."
"And it has to be him." David finished.
"No! There is nothing so important that endangering a child –"
"Ma!"
"Regina!"
The Savior and the Savior's son both urged Regina at the exact same moment. Emma placed a hand on Regina's arm, and small tendrils of blue smoke wafted up towards the ceiling at the contact, white sparks shooting everywhere. Wisps of purple smoke wafted out last.
Regina and Emma looked at each other, startled.
"Cool." Granny said, putting headphones over her ears, and finishing her sound check. "Enough chitty chat. Let's get a move on, people." She groused.
Henry was done, setting up next to Granny. He had pulled out the large tomb of fairy tails out, the weathered brown spine of the large book nearly falling apart. "Ma…uh, I need the ink…" he said, looking apologetic.
"Oh, right! Sorry, kid." She walked over to him, giving Regina a firm "stay put" glare, and Henry pulled out a large quill, and empty ink pot.
"Ready?" Emma asked.
"Yup."
The savior pulled out her knife, from the hidden pocket of her red leather jacket, and cut a large slash into her left arm, wincing slightly.
Regina watched, in horror, as Henry caught the dripping blood, into his ancient looking inkwell.
"That's good, Ma, thanks."
Granny handed her a handkerchief, with a nod, and Emma pressed it against the laceration, stopping the blood, temporarily. She plopped down, next to Regina on the couch, looking pale.
"Ugh. That hurt." Emma groaned, quietly.
Regina's head whipped back and forth, between her sheepish looking girlfriend, with a self inflicted laceration, bleeding on her couch; and her son, deep in concentration, biting on his tongue as he scribbled furiously, writing on the blank pages in the back of the book and ignoring her, completely.
"What the hell is going on, Emma?" Regina said, furious.
"I…" She swallowed. "Well, uh…the prophecy…."
"What about the prophecy?" Regina asked, eyes furious, and looking increasingly dangerous.
"We knew about it, Regina." David said, quietly.
"WHAT?" Regina's eyes were wild, looking around the room in disbelief.
He nodded, and Emma looked even more sheepish. David continued, noticing his daughter was a little tongue tied. "We did. We thought it meant the same thing you did, Regina. Emma was so sad…but it wasn't until Henry took a look at it, again, and realized something important…."
"You let Henry hear about it?"
David chuckled. "He brought it to our attention!"
"Smart kid." Granny interjected.
David continued, matter of fact. "He realized that it was worded, very carefully. Gold's pretty slick…"
"…A damn weasel, if you ask me!" Granny added, before barking instructions to someone on the lawn.
Regina was trying to process their words. "What do you mean?"
Emma took her hands, after tying the handkerchief into a pressure dressing on her arm. "It means, it talks about vanquishing the Evil Queen. Getting rid of the Evil Queen's legacy…right?"
"Yes," Regina said, sighing. She had thought about the damn prophecy so much, it haunted her. She really didn't need a refresher, at the moment, looking at Emma, painfully.
Emma looked thoughtful. "Right.…but no where does it say the Savior specifically kills the Evil Queen, does it?" Emma looked at her, meaningfully.
"I…it…uh," Regina frowned, thinking hard.
"No. No is the answer. It doesn't say that, Regina." Emma said, emphatically. "It never says 'I kill the Evil Queen', outright….right?"
Regina's eyes registered her meaning. "It doesn't…you get rid of her." Her eyes brightened. "You get rid of …the Evil Queen."
Emma squeezed her hands, tightly, eyes full of love.
"Right. Exactly. But you know, Regina…you haven't really been the Evil Queen, in years…." Emma looked over at Henry, writing furiously, the meaning not lost on Regina. "So, most of the heavy lifting's been done, you know what I'm sayin? And while I can't credit for it all…I think Henry did a lot; I guess I did a little…but frankly, Regina…you did most of the work actually."
"And Emma gets the credit.! God, she's such a Charming!" Teased Granny, giving Regina a wink.
Tears were falling down Regina's face, as she sat in stunned silence. "What are you saying, Emma?"
"I'm saying, true love got rid of the Evil Queen. True love, between…you, and me, and our son. That's fact. You love us," she gestured to Henry, and herself, and looked at Regina meaningfully. "Being capable of that kind of love, Regina? Well, no Evil Queen has that capacity. The Evil Queen is dead…long live Regina Swan-Mills!"
"Hooray!" Came voices from the back hallway, sounding like some of of the dwarves.
"Excuse me?" Regina huffed. "Regina Swan-Mills?!"
"Just teasin'" Emma grinned. "And that's what you take away from this? Really?"
An awkward standoff was avoided when the young pointman spoke up. Henry's quill had finally stilled, as he said, "Okay, I'm ready. I'm at the part….do your thing, Moms, just don't…" His face scrunched up.
"Don't what, Kid?"
Henry's face looked like he smelled moldy cheese. "…don't be too gross, okay? I mean, you are my moms, you know!" His face reddened. "Don't scar me, okay?"
Emma laughed.
She looked at Regina, meaningfully. "So, as I was saying, Regina Mills," she smiled. "You are the love of my life…"
Regina looked at her, feeling so nervious, she might projectile vomit. She looked around the room, nervously, and cleared her throat.
The room was quiet.
Granny's radio set buzzed, then squawked, "Central command, this is RedWolf. What the actual fuck is taking Regina so fucking long? Glacier's move faster!"
"Ruby, hush it!" Granny scolded, barking into the radio. "Central command, OVER AND OUT."
The room laughed, including Regina.
She looked back at the Savior, her eyes sure.
"And I love you, with my whole heart. Emma Swan, you are an idiot…and you are my one true love."
They grinned at each other, and leaned in for a kiss, the room breaking into applause and hoots and whistles.
Henry wrote furiously, finishing the page, finally shutting the book, smiling. "History is now rewritten!" He said to David, who smiled back.
However, as soon as Emma and Regina's lips parted, a deafening explosion was heard, nearly shattering their eardrums. The ground seemed to move, with tremors and aftershocks, causing everyone to be thrown to the floor, hard.
Granny barked into the radio. "Team SwanQueen! To your positions!" She looked at Emma grimly, before finishing the transmission. "It has begun. Prepare for battle….Godspeed."
TBC.
