Regina got home that night to find Emma and Henry engrossed in an epic battle of Mortal Kombat on the game system. An empty pizza box lay open beside them on the floor as they crouched over their controllers with looks of utmost concentration on their faces.
"Is this what you resort to when I'm not here to cook?"
"Yeah, mostly." Henry shrugged.
"Learn anything new?" Emma asked.
The brunette came to sit down on the sofa and watch the two characters on the screen beat the shit out of one another. "Not really. I did narrow down my list of enemies, however. I was hoping you would help me narrow it down further later tonight." She reached out a hand and brushed Emma's hair over her shoulder affectionately.
"Whatever you need." The blonde commented casually though the brunette detected a coolness in her response. It seemed that Sydney wasn't the only one in transition; though Regina wasn't sure she liked this new attitude the blonde had adopted as of late.
"You don't have to if you don't want to."
"I'll serve whatever purpose you need me to." Emma shot back with the same tone of indifference. Even Henry quirked his eyebrows in her direction so unusual was her attitude.
Regina almost retorted, ready to make Emma tell her exactly what was going on when Henry, who always played as Raiden, performed his death blow on Sonya. "Ha!" the boy shouted as the familiar K.O. appeared on the screen.
"Shit!" Emma cursed and tossed the controller down disgustedly. "You got lucky that time, kid. I'll have a rematch at a later date."
"What later date?"
"The date my thumbs returned to normal function." Emma held them up and wiggled them. "I think I overworked them." She ruffled Henry's hair and then turned to the brunette. "Want to go over that list now?"
X
Regina followed the blonde into her study and closed the door before striding to the bookshelf and opening her secret room. Once inside, Emma glanced around to the fairy box; it seemed even more intriguing now that she knew the story. She also noticed that the brunette had taken down more books and moved the enchanted mirror to a prop on the pile.
"Afraid Henry will pick it up?" She asked, gesturing to the looking-glass.
"No, I simply wanted to keep it safe. In return for Gold's help, he wanted the set of mirrors. I was relieved that was all he wanted."
"And you want to keep your bargaining chip close and protected." Emma observed. "Why not put it in the fairy box?"
Regina blinked. "That's not a bad idea."
"Don't sound so surprised." The blonde muttered.
"I'm not surprised. You have good ideas all the time." Regina sniffed back.
"But obviously not as good as Sydney's."
"Is that what this is about."
"What is what about?" Emma played dumb, but knew she had been caught.
"This whole cold attitude you have here." Regina gestured up her body. "Freezing me out, acting disinterested. Is this about my time spent with Sydney. Are you hurt that-"
"I'm not hurt." Emma burst. "I'm pissed!" Regina looked surprised as the blonde turned her back. "I'm pissed because you have been feeding him, the reporter, all the information. He has his own little inside scoop."
"He won't print it-"
"I'm not worried about him printing it!" The blonde shouted. "I'm worried that you put too much faith in him. He's not the most reliable-"
"Sydney is plenty reliable." The brunette rebuttled, causing her companion to whirl around.
"I don't trust him. He's shifty and he seems a bit more cocky as of late-"
"Can you blame someone for gaining confidence? That would seem, to me, to be a good thing."
"I just don't like that you are telling him everything that is going on. What if he lets something slip. Didn't he used to have a bit of a drinking problem? What if, unintentionally, he gives out some important information? Like the location of where Elsa and Alice-"
"He doesn't know that." Regina cut across her with her hands on her hips. "I would not have told him that."
Both women glared at one another fiercely. Emma finally broke the tense silence. "Look. I'm sorry I have been cold. I don't want us to fight. But I can't shake this feeling that something is off. That we're being misled in some way. I don't trust Sydney; I just can't."
"Can you atleast trust that I wouldn't tell him anything that would jeopardize our investigation?"
Emma looked hard at her mate for a moment. "Yes, I trust you Regina. I just wish I had known you were sharing all this information with him. I was surprised and felt idiotic. I want us to always be on the same page, even if we aren't on the same line." She finished as she stuck her hands in her pockets.
The brunette crossed the room very slowly on her heels. When she reached the blonde, Emma looked up to find brown eyes full of nothing but understanding and resignation. "We don't always have to agree, but I'm glad we aren't arguing." She cupped Emma's face in both of her hands tenderly. The blonde leaned in and pressed her lips to her love's and Regina sighed quietly.
Emboldened by this response, the blonde reached down and lifted the woman from the floor to carry her to the desk. She heard the clunk of Regina's killer heels as they fell off, but the brunette did not make as though she noticed. Quite the contrary, she grasped the blonde's shirt and continued to drive her mad with her mouth.
Emma set down her lover gently before reaching up and snatching down the piece of lace beneath her skirt. "Emma…" Regina whispered as the blonde knelt, pushed up her skirt, opened the woman's thighs, and greedily licked the warm wetness that had pooled suddenly between them.
"Shh...let me make love to you."
"Henry-"
"Is in the other room and will be occupied for hours." She said as she continued to lick and suckle and work magic with her mouth until Regina lay back against the desk in surrender. "Besides, I had all that pizza and no sweets." She latched onto her clit suddenly. "And you know how much I love dessert."
"Yes, I do." Regina panted and fisted one hand in Emma's hair and she raised the other arm over her head to hang onto the desk as the blonde claimed her heat with expert lips and tongue. "I'm glad I could oblige."
The blonde chuckled into the woman's heat and wrapped her arms around her thighs to pull her folds upward to her mouth so that she could slip her tongue further inside her. Regina moaned, arching upward to the wondrous mouth of the blonde that was driving her fast to the peak.
"Oh, don't stop." The brunette murmured urgently. "Please, finish me." The blonde made a smirk that Regina wasn't aware of as she did her damndest to give the brunette what she wanted. "God, yes…" She tightened her grip in Emma's hair as the peak burned before her. "Fuck!" she shouted when she climaxed, ripping almost painfully at the blonde curls.
Emma eased her down from her high and stood as Regina put down shaky legs. She looked up and pulled the blonde in for a bruising kiss; tasting herself on her lover's lips. "Your turn." She snarled and shoved Emma away from her so that the blonde landed in the cushy leather chair that faced the desk. Before the taller woman could scoff, Regina snapped her fingers to divest Emma of her clothing and bend her over the chair so that her knees were in the cushion.
"That was slick." The blonde tossed over her shoulder and then sucked in a breath when she felt Regina's fingers probing through the wetness of her heat.
"Slick is the word indeed." The brunette smirked and plunged her fingers inside her lover; twisting them so that she was stimulating the spongy organ inside her.
"Oh, god." The woman cursed as the brunette joined her on the chair with one hand between their bodies to repetitiously penetrate the soft folds of her lover and the other hand wrapped around Emma's body to press against her clit from the front.
The blonde thrust forward for more friction as she was fucked gently by the brunette. "More." She groaned.
"The tools are there." Whispered the woman in her ear softly. "Use them."
"Like making me work…" Emma panted as she rubbed her folds across the brunette's strong, offered fingers.
"No, I like watching you work." Regina growled in a barely audible voice.
"Mmmm…" Emma moaned, unwilling to admit just how turned on she was by the words. She didn't trust her mouth to say anything coherent as she gripped the back of the chair and pumped her hips. She could feel the brunette moving in tandem behind her and the sensation coupled with the stimulation of the woman's hands was enough to bring her to a scorching orgasm. "Oh, yes!" She shouted and thrust harder as Regina pressed into her. The climax ripped through her and left her slumped and spent against the chair.
The brunette stood and pulled Emma to her feet, turning her around to kiss her passionately as she held her to her body gently. "Emma Swan." She said and the blonde looked up. "I love you."
Emma's eyes widened as she looked at the brunette. The words were uttered with such tenderness that the blonde felt her eyes tear. "I love you, Regina." She said and smiled sheepishly.
"Well, now that that's settled." Regina smirked and waved a hand down her lover's body to restore their clothing. "I think we should inform our son that it's past his bedtime."