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-Chapter 25: Leave 'Em Burning And Then You're Gone-

She paced the room. She had made sure to get up early in this world. After she had left the mayor's office the previous night she had immediately called Graham and requested to take his place again. She wasn't sure how she felt about the mayor seducing her and then delivering that crushing blow to her emotions. But the one thing she knew for sure was that she couldn't allow the mayor to screw Graham anymore. Not until she figured out what was going on. She had seen her Regina in the mayor's eyes. It hadn't been some sort of sex-induced illusion; she had really been there. And she couldn't just forget that and go back to the way they were. She'd have to call August and decline his request for a second date. The thought of him showing up at her door with another bouquet of flowers and a smile turned her stomach. What had she been thinking? Yes, he was a part of the past that was tangible, and she certainly didn't want to lose his friendship, but it wasn't love, and it never would be. Maybe, subconsciously, she'd just done it to piss the mayor off.

The doorknob turned and she turned towards the door as it opened. Regina stepped in and hardly seemed surprised to see her. She shut the door and locked it. "Miss Swan. I had a feeling I'd find you here this morning. A little hypocritical, don't you think?" She set her purse down on the small desk and took off her coat, revealing her usual pressed slacks and collared shirt. She looked more like she was going to a business meeting than to have a sexual liaison.

"Hypocritical?" Emma raised an eyebrow.

Regina stepped into her personal space, already reaching forward and unbuttoning Emma's jeans. "I assume you no longer wish for me to sleep with Graham? And yet you have a boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend!" Emma pushed the hands that had just finished undoing her zipper away. How dare this woman assume she was just here for sex? That she was cheating on August? That anything had even happened between her and August?

"Are you still going to dinner with him tomorrow?" Regina looked at her pointedly.

"I haven't canceled yet, but…"

"So you see, you do have one dear." She grabbed Emma by her belt loops and drew her close, her mouth attaching itself to her neck before she dragged her to the bed and pushed her down upon it, crawling on top of her.

"What no games today?" Emma bit her lip. She wouldn't moan. She refused to give the brunette the satisfaction.

Regina pushed her down into the mattress. Her hand slid down into the open fly of the blonde's jeans and into her underwear. She ran her index finger up the length of the blonde's centre. "You're still wet for me." She pushed up Emma's wife beater and kissed her stomach, still lean and toned despite giving birth to a child. "Do you want me inside you Miss Swan?"

Emma hated herself for giving in, hated the involuntary nodding of her head.

Regina smirked, looking every bit the Evil Queen Henry claimed her to be. "Good, because I plan to take you, multiple times before the morning is through."

This time the moan slipped through without Emma even realizing it. She wanted to hate herself for it, but she was too turned on to focus on anything else.

"There's just one thing I want from you first." Regina withdrew her hand, her index finger glistening with the collected wetness, and she stuck the finger into her mouth, slowly wrapping her tongue around it and drawing it back out.

Emma whimpered, the throbbing between her legs starting to become uncomfortable. "Just tell me and I'll do it."

Regina smiled. "Go down the hall to your boyfriend's room and break things off with him."

Emma's jaw dropped. "Right now? Can't I do it after?"

Regina shook her head. "Forgive me dear if I don't trust you to hold up your end of the bargain. People will say anything to get off. You could be feeding me empty promises and I won't have that." She slid off Emma's lap. "Now go break things off with him or fuck yourself, it's your choice."

Emma sat up, her eyes narrowing at the brunette who seemed completely unfazed. "You're a cruel bitch you know that?" She yanked up the zipper on her jeans and buttoned them.

Regina raised an eyebrow. "I'm not the one wanting to be screwed by a woman while my boyfriend is just down the hall thinking our relationship is secure."

"He's not my boyfriend!" Emma stood with a huff.

Regina sat forward with a cold glint in her eye. "Then prove it!"

Emma turned on her heel and opened the door, storming down the hall to August's room. She knocked and when he didn't answer she knocked again, harder.

He opened the door with a confused expression on his face, just pulling on a shirt. "Emma, what's wrong?"

"I need to talk to you." She threw a glare over her shoulder at the room she had just come from and pushed past him into his room.

"Um, okay. What's up?" He closed the door and turned to see her pacing back and forth angrily.

"I haven't been entirely honest with you about the Enchanted Forest. I… I have someone there, someone I love."

His eyebrows shot skyward. "But I kissed you! You let me kiss you!"

Emma ran a hand through her hair as she continued to pace. "I know! God, don't you think I know that?"

"Why?"

"You were my first… there. I cared about you, very much. If you would have been a Lord or a Duke or a Prince, I would have married you in a heartbeat. Given enough time, I probably would have married you anyway, regardless of your status."

"So, why didn't you?"

Emma shrugged. "Things ended rather badly between us. Then I met Hadrian and things went from there. But seeing you here, when you walked into the diner, it took me back. You were my first, and I can't forget that." She shook her head to clear it of the memories. "That's not the point. The point is I am madly in love with someone. She knows about the kiss. I can't say she's particularly happy about it, in either world, but she's forgiven me."

"She? Wait, she's in both worlds? So why aren't you together here? Or are you?" He looked completely confused.

Emma took a deep breath. Moment of truth. Would their friendship last past this? "It's Regina."

August looked as if someone had just socked him in the stomach. He stumbled over to the bed and sat down, running a hand down over his face. "Regina. As in maniacal Mayor Mills?"

Emma nodded, digging her toe of her boot into the wooden floor. "Yep, that's the one."

"But… if you know her in the Enchanted Forest… Emma she must be in her sixties by now!"

Emma stopped pacing and looked at him as if he were the stupidest person on earth. "Really? That's what concerns you. Her age?" She rolled her eyes. "She's not sixty by the way. It's a long story, but she's the same age she is here, just a couple years older than me."

"But she's the Evil Queen there right?"

Emma sighed and sat down on the bed next to him. "No, she's the best person I know. She'd die to protect me and she… she'd do anything I asked of her."

August studied the far off look in her eyes. "You really do love her, don't you?"

Emma nodded. "More than anything in the world." She shrugged. "So now you see why I can't destroy the mayor to end the curse."

"Because you love her too?" He raised an eyebrow.

Emma nodded. "I do. I don't know if it means anything to her, but I would do anything for her just the same as for the Regina in the Enchanted Forest. I love them both because they are the same person, just two halves of one whole."

"Will you still go out for a ride with me tomorrow?" He held up a hand to stop her when it looked like she was about to object. "I won't try anything, I promise. I just want to know more about your life, and… my life I guess. My other life."

Emma nodded, smiling. She hugged him. "Thank you, for believing me, and for at least trying to understand."

He nodded. "I must have been something important to you for you to trust me with this, and I think I owe it to whatever we are in the other world to be open to your opinions about the Ev… about her."

She squeezed his shoulder. "Thanks Noch." She smiled at the old familiar nickname she had for him. "I'll see you tomorrow."

He nodded and walked her to the door, holding it open for her. "See you tomorrow."

She returned to the other room, now slightly relaxed. That had gone far better than she could have hoped for. She opened the door to find Regina lounging with a smug laziness on the bed, propped up on an elbow. She smirked when Emma closed the door behind her and locked it once more.

"I thought you were never going to return to me dear." She sat up. "Is it done?"

Emma nodded.

Regina grinned, victorious. "Good girl."

Emma shook her head, her eyes narrowing. "You really are a bitch."

Regina ignored the comment and crawled across the bed, getting on her knees and grabbing Emma's forearms, dragging her to the edge of the bed. She grabbed the hem of Emma's tank and slid it up the blonde's torso, pulling it off and tossing it away somewhere across the room. She wrapped an arm around the blonde's back and unclasped her bra. She grabbed the straps on her shoulders and slid them down her arms, tossing the garment somewhere in the vicinity of her tank. She leaned forward and took the silky skin of a breast into her mouth.

Emma bit her lip, her hands sliding through short brunette locks. Her eyes fell closed as the mayor nipped and sucked on the flesh of her chest. She pushed the mayor off her and down onto the bed, crawling over her. She attacked the flesh of Regina's throat as her hands went to work on the buttons of her collared shirt. When she had worked through the last button, she pulled the material apart, revealing a smooth abdomen, more toned than the one she'd scaled several times in the Enchanted Forest (most likely compliments of this world's addiction to exercise and the health movement), as well as the black lacy confines that kept the brunette's breasts from her view. She groped the mayor firmly, roughly through the lacy material of her bra, eliciting a hiss from the woman beneath her. She pulled her unbuttoned shirt from where it was still tucked into her trousers and pushed it off her shoulders, tossing it aside. Her hand traced a line down the mayor's exposed abdomen. The woman's eyes fluttered closed and she let out a whimper that sent a flash of arousal straight to the blonde's core. But as she started to unzip the brunette's slacks a hand wrapped around her wrist in an iron grip so tight, she thought her wrist might snap under the pressure. She looked up into brown eyes and the mayor shook her head, releasing her wrist after a drawn out moment. Emma frowned but didn't attempt to go below the mayor's waistline again.

Regina wrapped an arm around the small of the blonde's back and, in a stealthy move that impressed even Emma, flipped them around, pinning the blonde beneath her. She made quick work of the blonde's jeans and her underwear, discarding them off the bed. She took a moment to just sit back and observe Emma. The blonde was staring at her with a mixture of arousal, fear, and reverence. It turned her on immensely, but getting off with the blonde was not an option. She had come here to claim, not to be claimed, especially not by the likes of Deputy Emma Swan. The ample chest before her was heaving in anticipation of the coming assault, her skin already covered with the faintest sheen of perspiration. Her centre was a ball of desirous heat. She was straddling the blonde's hips, so she couldn't see the flushed skin, but she could feel it through the fabric of her slacks. With a smirk she ground down against the sensitive flesh, watching as the blonde gasped and green eyes fluttered involuntarily.

"Regina."

At the utterance of her name, spoke with such awe, the brunette's vision blurred over. She saw Emma Swan beneath her, but it wasn't the deputy. The bed beneath them was different, the blonde somehow different too. She looked much them same, but there was an air of… importance about her that the deputy lacked and she was in a dress that could only exist in one place…. Her vision cleared just as quickly as it had clouded over. Had she just remembered Emma before the curse? But that Emma had looked the same age, which means that memory must have happened right before she enacted the curse. But how could she have known Emma right before coming to Storybrooke and not remember her? It made no sense. Regina's memory was long, her grudge against Snow White was proof positive of that, so why was she forgetting Emma? Had she cast some sort of spell to make herself forget before she'd brought them all here?

"Regina?"

Hands slid across her hips, pulling her from her musings. She looked down into green eyes, arousal now laced with concern. The blonde's love for her was showing again. She couldn't have that. She got up and looked around for her shirt. "I believe we've had enough excitement for one day Miss Swan." She saw her shirt blanketing the lampshade on the desk and made a beeline for it.

Emma sat up, her eyes wide… and slightly murderous. "You cannot be serious!"

Regina frowned, turning to level the blonde with a glare as she pulled her shirt on and began to button it. "I assure you, I never joke when it comes to bedroom activities."

Emma wanted to scream, pull out her hair, punch a hole through the wall, just something to release the ticking time bomb of frustration counting down to its detonation inside her. "What am I supposed to do about this?" Emma gestured down at her naked body wildly.

Regina smirked and fluffed her hair in the mirror before turning back to the blonde. "I am positive you know how to take care of yourself Miss Swan." She grabbed her purse and coat, unlocked the door, and opened it, giving the hallway (which was blessedly empty) a full view of Emma's nakedness. "Have a pleasant day dear." She started to step out of the room, but then turned back. "Oh, and Miss Swan? Since you're no longer committed to any Sunday night arrangements, I do expect you to be at my house for dinner at seven. I'm not accustomed to waiting for my meal, so please refrain from being late." She turned on her heel and disappeared down the hall.

Emma stared after her incredulously before getting up and shutting the door. She had half a mind to go down the hall and knock on August's door once more just to spite the cold woman, but she immediately banished the thought. She had the love of her life waiting on her in the Enchanted Forest, as well as her less savory half here. She couldn't do that to either of them. The kiss had made her feel dirty enough, but to actually sleep with someone else. She cringed at the thought. Reluctantly she ignored the throbbing between her legs to collect her clothes and slip them back on. Between the talk with August and the impending dinner with Regina, tomorrow was going to be a long day.

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"So, did you get what you wanted from the mayor?" Graham leaned in the doorway to his office, a lazy smile on his face.

He just barely had time to duck before the half-eaten bear claw came sailing through the space where his head had just been. He looked to the spot on his office wall behind him where it had struck, leaving a glaze splotch on the paint. "Well, she has that affect on me too, but I don't take it out on the wall."

Emma glared at him and dug into the pink box for another bear claw to replace the one she'd used as a missile. "So she makes a habit of getting you all hot and bothered and then leaves in the middle? I wish you would have informed me in advance. Would have saved me the trouble of wasting my time."

Graham raised an eyebrow as she took a larger than life bite, ripping the chunk violently from the rest of the pastry like a lion tearing chunks of hide off a zebra. "She left in the middle?"

Emma growled for an answer.

Graham frowned. "What did you do?" He ducked again as this time a jelly filled donut was shot his way. A raspberry splatter joined the glaze one on his wall. He held up his hands as she got ready to shoot another at him. "Hey, I didn't mean it like that. It's just… that isn't like Regina. I've done this fifty two Saturdays a year for God knows how many years…" He trailed off as the sheer number overwhelmed him and made his stomach roil. "I may not know Regina's hopes and dreams, or about her past. She doesn't seem fit to share that with me. But if there's one thing I do know, it's her bedroom habits. She never leaves until she gets what she wants from the other person, she prides herself on it. She's all about making you think you need her." He shook his head. "Something happened to her in that bedroom. Otherwise, she wouldn't have left."