A/N I'm back guys! Thanks for all the follows and reviews since I've been away you guys are great!
It's been a while since I've done a disclaimer. So I don't know any of this yada yada. Also all mistakes are mine (sorry in advance)
Emma bounces on her heels uncertainly. She is not sure what she is doing here the day she has had with Henry has been great. Made even better by the fact that they did not have to hide the fact they were spending time together, but was she really willing let Henry be used as a pawn in this game? What happened when this all went up in smoke? It was inevitable the pair of them could never have anything that resembled a relationship. Not when they can't even be cordial to one another in public never mind the way they spoke to one another when they were alone. Emma knows it is wrong, Henry cannot get caught in the cross fire – she won't allow it. Coming here tonight is relinquishing control to Regina at least for the time being and she knows Regina is not kind to those she is in control of. Yet today in the diner she had looked so unlike Regina, she had almost looked human. That was until of course she had acknowledged Emma, perhaps they brought the worst out in each other?
"This is ridiculous" Emma mutters to herself as she turns round, gravel crunching as she makes her way back to her bug. Then as she reaches for the handle she stops and turns again to face to manor.
Regina stands in Henry's darkened bedroom watching the sheriff wrestle with herself. She had doubted the stubborn blonde would even come tonight, despite picking up Henry after school today. A smirk had graced her lips when she had heard the car pull up and her satisfaction was heightened as she watched the blonde wrestle with herself. When Emma gave in and knocked on the door, it would be a victory on Regina's part and they both knew it. It would say that Regina may not have been in control at the start and was certainly not in control this morning, but she was now. It would be unspoken but would perhaps be the loudest victory she'd had against the obnoxious blonde since she had arrived in Storybrooke.
As she watches Emma stand uncertainly by her car, she feels a wave of unease go through her. What if Miss Swan wins this one? Will it even matter? Yes, she will have failed but years of being told that by her mother made her almost equipped to handle the consuming feeling of inadequacy. She was sure that with or without Dr. Hopper's help she would find a way to keep memories of Cora and Leopold at bay. Emma Swan was providing an enjoyable but decidedly short term distraction. Perhaps they should quit while they are ahead, Regina had now brought the oblivious Henry into the mix and she was unwilling to do anything that might hurt him. This had been the sole reason behind her not killing the blonde when she first arrived in Storybrooke. It was not as if she needed Emma in any way, all the blonde did was aggravate her and challenge her. She could easily ignore the sexual tension between them if things were to be called off. Just as she was currently ignoring the way she had melted into the blonde's arms this morning, later she had thanked god that the blonde had remained oblivious. It was decided she would not go through with tonight. Just then there was a flash of blonde and red as Emma strode angrily up the garden path and began hammering on the door.
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Both women were sure they were going to call a stop to what was happening; it was ridiculous, unnecessary and frankly unprofessional. When Regina opened the door her decision written all over her face, she faltered watching the same expression drop from the blondes face. Brown eyes flashed with confusion and perhaps a little fear as they held gaze with emerald green ones. Whatever was going on behind Emma's eyes she was unsure, but the blonde was not walking away. She takes two steps back, and the blonde takes two forward entering the marble foyer. Whatever this is it will not end tonight. Without taking her eyes of Regina, Emma pulls the door closed behind her.
In an instance she is pressed against it, able to feel every curve in the brunette's body against her own. Their lips meet and although it was far from tender – there was no anger behind it. Regina sighed audibly as the blonde's tongue ran across her lips seeking entry that was quickly granted. This causes Emma to smile as she deepened the kiss, weaving a hand through the brunette locks as Regina held her hips. Keeping their bodies flush with one another. Emma enjoyed the feeling of Regina against her; they're bodies fitting perfectly into one another. It is funny, for a pair of women so continuously at odds with one another how easily they slot together. Regina's thigh finds its place between Emma's legs grinding into her heat through rough denim earning a murmur of appreciation from the blonde. Regina's lips begin to trail lazily down the pale column of the throat offered to her, nipping lightly on the already bruised skin; Emma could feel the heat building up within her. She had to speak now or she would become unravelled and Regina will have won. Again.
"Regina" She breathed the brunette paid no attention, which was unsurprising seeing as it had come out more of a moan than an address. Swallowing Emma tries to clear her head, determined to ignore the sensation of the ministrations along with the feeling of Regina's nails digging into the sensitive skin around her hips.
"Regina" She said again. This time there was more force in voice; tightening her hand around the brown locks she pulls Regina away from her neck and causing her to look at the blonde. Well look near her, the Spanish eyes were focussed on a point around Emma's left ear, but beggars could not be choosers at least she was listening now.
"What is it Miss Swan?" Regina snaps.
"Henry, he is not becoming a pawn in our games. Whatever this mess is it's ours to deal with, he stays out of it. This means, I will not be coming here, every other Wednesday like a dog just because you have allowed him to stay with me."
Regina clicks her tongue, her face impassive. She removes her hands from Emma's waist and takes a step back. Turning on her heel the brunette begins to walk slowly towards the staircase. Emma wonders if she has pushed the brunette too far and she is storming off like a petulant child caught in the act. Thankfully she was wrong.
"I was not aware I had invited you to spend any Wednesday evenings in my company" she calls over her shoulder as she begins her ascend up the stairs. As she climbs the stairs she begins to slowly strip the clothes from her own body and dropping them at her feet. The action causes Emma's mouth to go dry as she watches more olive skin being revealed to her.
"However, if you wish you are perfectly entitled to leave now. I assume you I will be fine all by myself" Reaching the top of the staircase Regina neatly slips out of her skirt and strides towards the master bedroom clad only in her lace bra and panties, without a backwards glance at the nonplussed sheriff.
"Besides" She calls from outside of Emma's eye line "I'm sure Miss Lucas will be happy to be your little pet tonight if you ask nicely"
Emma growls angrily and kicks the white door that hides this bizarre scenario form the outside world. Emma knows Regina is just pushing her buttons but the problem is it is working; she is eating right out of Regina's hand. Regina purposely wrote the note so it would sound like she was being invited over on Wednesdays. Then there was that dig about Ruby, one of the few true friends that Emma has ever had – not to mention it made the pair of them sound cheap. Besides it was not as if she was in a relationship with this obnoxious woman, so she could sleep with whoever the hell she chose to. She knows she should leave and show Regina it is unacceptable to be treated in this way but she won't. The only image she could conjure up in her mind was one of the regal mayor sat wanting, waiting for Emma in her bed. Then there is that look on her face just after Emma has made her come. The look of peace and innocence, it last for only a second before her usual vindictive expression appears and Emma is sure Regina would deny it even exists but nevertheless Emma finds she is becoming quite addicted to seeing that expression.
So Emma stomps her way towards the stairs taking care to drag her feet, hoping to leave marks of the expensive marble tiling. Childish but satisfying.
When she reaches the master bedroom she finds the door shut and takes a steadying breathe before entering. Regina is perched almost exactly like Emma had imagined her. One leg crossed over the other, looking totally in control of the situation. If it were not for her lack of attire it would be easy to imagine her sitting in a town council meeting. Emma finds this infuriating and decides to take a little bit of control away from her.
Regina raises an eyebrow at Emma and allows her gaze to sweep over the blonde's fully clothed form. But Emma has no intention of getting undressed. Not yet anyway. Striding towards Regina, the blonde straddles her quickly swallowing her cry of protest with a deep kiss. Unprepared for the ferocity shown by the blonde, Regina struggles to catch her breath as Emma trails wet kisses along her jawline, upon reaching her ear the blonde begins to whisper in the most sultry and domineering voice she has
"You are a bitch Madame Mayor and it is about time someone taught you a lesson"
Regina feels a shiver of fear and arousal run down her spine and is unable to stifle a moan as Emma bites down of her neck.