Author's Note: I am so sorry it took me this long to update this! The last few weeks had been crazy with this enhanced community quarantine going on and with me falling on the stairs that resulted me having a rather large bruise on my thigh and a sprained wrist. But here's an update! Unfortunately I underestimated the length of this fic. It's getting longer the more I translate it into English (yes, I wrote this in my language so it'll be easier and quite faster for me to write this down). So I'm estimating this fic will be no more than five chapters, give or take.
Are we good? If so, you can continue reading. And I promise, the MayorSwanQueen smutty goodness will happen on the next chapter. I'm halfway through translating it so please be patient with me. Okay?
Also, all mistakes here are mine. I did checked this twice before posting. But I'm coffee and sleep deprived so I'm sure I missed some. Mehehe.
Until the next update! xoxo
–Jeanelle
Once Emma was out of sight, the Queen closed the door with a sigh. She really wanted the blonde to spend the night at the mansion but whatever happened during their family dinner with the Charmings set something on her off. The tingling between her legs was not entirely gone but it somehow eased down when she saw Emma's tired expression.
She'll really put Snow White under a sleeping curse if she keeps this "true love" nonsense up.
Climbing up the steps towards the foyer she noticed the lights on the kitchen was off. Shrugging she made her way towards the study where her beloved other half no doubt was. Seeing Regina leafing through some last minute paperwork on her desk the Queen went straight to the liquor cabinet and filled two glass tumblers halfway with hard cider. Placing one next to Regina's folders she stood next to the window and absentmindedly gazed outside as she sipped her drink.
"The Savior is a fine specimen, isn't she, darling?" she said as she played with the curly ends of her hair with her forefinger.
"I believe we established that long ago, dear," Regina hummed as she too took a couple of sips of her drink, her eyes never leaving the document she was currently reading.
"I want her," the Queen purred. Upon closing her eyes she immediately imagined the blonde woman's body beneath her, writhing and calling her name as she thrust her fingers deep inside her. Just thinking about it already made her cunt weep more with need.
Regina hummed again in agreement. "We always have. We just didn't have the right opportunity."
"Well, she and that handless wonder are on a break." She chuckled darkly. "I see an opportunity opening for us."
"Don't forget that our dear Snow White is on the way, dear. We both know she'll do everything to have her way, especially when it comes to her daughter."
The Queen inelegantly snorted. "What a way to break the mood, my love." She leaned away from the window and stood behind Regina. Placing her half-finished drink next to the mayor's, she leaned down until her hand reached the woman's breasts, giving them a teasing squeeze, and her warm breath was brushing next to the woman's ear. "Need I remind you that she gave us her consent to put her mother under a sleeping curse?" She smirked wickedly when she heard Regina's breath hitch.
"When necessary," Regina breathed out. She moaned when a wicked tongue licked the shell of her ear then gently nipped her earlobe with her teeth.
"Will it be a necessity if she came here looking for her daughter only to find her with us in our bed and devouring her whole? Hmm?" The Queen chuckled throatily as she slowly unbuttoned Regina's shirt until her almost bare front was exposed. "Or will we let Snow White watch first as you and I take turns in pleasuring her dearly beloved daughter before putting her under?" Opening the front clasp of Regina's bra, the Queen immediately grasped Regina's bare mounds with her hands and started teasing her painfully erect nipples.
"You would like that, wouldn't you? Seeing Snow White watching her daughter being defiled by her most precious enemy," Regina said with a moan as she arched her back. She grunted in protest when the Queen removed her hands suddenly.
The Queen purred sensually as she made her way around Regina, flicking her hand to put a silencing spell in the entire room, and straddled her other half without prompting. "Very much so," she whispered with a low growl as her right hand slowly made its way up until it reached Regina's neck. She preened when Regina tilted her head up to expose her neck further and relaxed in a submissive manner. With a smirk the Queen wrapped her hand gently around her throat then giving it a light squeeze that made Regina moan out again. "You're not against the idea either, aren't you, mi alma?"
Regina just hummed, her eyes half-mast, as she ran her hands slowly up and down the Queen's sides as the woman gyrates her mound on Regina's. Licking her lips, the mayor leaned up to rain kisses all over the Queen's throat when a sure hand squeezed her own, forgetting that the Queen has her hand around her neck.
"Now, my dear, none of that," the Queen tutted. "I want to have my way with you so just sit down like a good girl you are." She squeezed Regina's throat a little more tighter to emphasize her point. She smirked when the mayor relaxed her posture although she's breathing heavily, identical brown eyes blown wide with desire.
Regina's certain she won't be able to walk properly tomorrow.
Emma kept massaging her left shoulder as she entered the Sheriff's station; climbing trees just to fetch a stranded cat is so not on her job description. When she neared her office she was shocked to see Hook casually leaning on the cell bars where a passed out drunk Leroy was in.
"Killian," she called out his name with a small frown. "What are you doing here?"
He ran his hand through his hair with a sigh. "Your mother."
Groaning, she marched her way towards her office with Killian following behind her. "What does she want now?"
"I should take you out on a date since we hardly see each other around town," the man deadpanned.
"Oh, for the love of…" Emma really wants to bang her head hard against her desk. Her patience for her mother is wearing thin. "And what did you say?"
Killian shrugged. "I'll be taking you out tonight just so she shuts up."
Emma sighed. "Killian—"
"Hear me out," he cut her off. "Lets just give her this one. After that we'll tell her our relationship is never going to work and I decided to leave Storybrooke."
Emma snapped her head towards him in shock. "You're leaving?"
"Aye," Killian said with a shrug. "I have nothing that ties me here. Aside from that, I really want to escape from your insufferable mother. Now I understand why Regina wanted to dispose of her in the first place," he smirked mirthfully at her, making Emma chuckle with a small shake of her head.
"Fine," she relented. "Just hope this wouldn't backfire or you're going to lose another hand," she warned him.
He rolled his eyes. "I don't doubt that." He made his way towards the door. "See you at Lumiere's tonight at eight."
Oh, great. Emma hopes she won't regret this. Going out with Killian will only make her mother push her even more to settle down, she's sure of it. Even though the pirate has plans on leaving Storybrooke, that won't stop Snow White from pushing Emma's buttons.
So she wasn't surprised to see her mother standing giddily on her front porch with a garment bag on her arm two hours before her "date" with Killian. Emma was tempted to slam the door shut on her mother's face but she refrained from doing so. Besides, it won't be long before those ridiculously wide smiles will be replaced by confusion or something worse. Emma didn't bother to know or expect what would Snow White feel once this whole thing blew up on her face. Emma didn't want to be cruel but she had enough.
But when she presented a pink frilly dress for Emma to wear for her date, Emma drew the line. Pushing her nonstop towards the man she doesn't want was one thing, but dressing her into something as hideous as that — Emma actually shivered after seeing the dress because oh, my God it has frills and it's pink! — was completely unacceptable. She already made a mistake of wearing one when she went on that first date with Killian, so there's no way in hell she's going to do it again. Nope. No, thank you. Not in this life. Nuh-uh.
After unapologetically poofing Snow away using her magic back to the loft with the most hideous thing she has seen her entire life, Emma went on to get ready. After this night she's going to have a protection spell all over her house to ward off her mother. Snow may not have a key to her house, but she very well knows how to pick a lock. Being a bandit way back certainly has its perks. Hopefully a little zap will stop her from pushing her way inside Emma's house unannounced.
Emma arrived at Lumiere's ten minutes early because she wanted to get on with this. But it was already eighteen minutes past eight and the one-handed wonder hasn't arrived yet. Emma had tried to teach him using a mobile phone but the man just can't grasp the concept of it so in the end she stopped teaching him.
She should've persuaded him to teach him further so he can let her know he wouldn't make it so she won't be sitting alone in this restaurant waiting like a fool.
Emma was halfway through her second glass of wine when she had enough. She's been waiting for an hour already but there's still no sign of the pirate. With an irritated sigh she asked for the bill and made her way out of there.
He is so going to lose another hand for this.
With her hands inside her coat pockets, Emma wandered aimlessly through town. There are still few people out, enjoying the light chill in the air, some even greeted her or waved hello. And Emma, despite her mood for Hook bailing out on her, genuinely greeted back and waved back cheekily. Feeling her stomach grumble, Emma headed straight to Granny's. Entering the establishment, she was waved over by the split Queens who's sitting together side by side at their usual booth. Shrugging, Emma walked towards them as she took off her coat. The Queen was sitting by the window with her left arm around Regina's shoulders. Regina was leaning slightly on the Queen's body, her expression undecipherable.
"Date night?" she asked the women as she sat down across from them.
The Queen just hummed as she played with the ends of Regina's hair. Regina kept silent.
Emma frowned at the split Queens' unusual behavior, none of them meeting her in the eye. She knew right there and then that something was wrong.
But before Emma could ask, Ruby ventured towards them to get their orders. Once Ruby was gone Emma pointedly glanced at the women in front of her.
"What is it?" Emma asked with an eyebrow raised.
"What is what?" the Queen scoffed, waving off the question. Regina remained silent.
Emma sighed. "None of you are meeting me in the eyes so there must be something you did. Come on, spit it out." When none of them spoke Emma sighed again, this time in exasperation. "Come on, guys. I had a rough night. And the way you are not looking at me makes me feel like you did something that might actually piss me off. So spill."
But the Queen waved her off, now actually looking at her. "Don't mind us. We're just having some issues of our own," she said nonchalantly.
Emma's frown deepened with worry. "Is someone giving you guys trouble?"
The Queen rolled her eyes with a sigh. "I wish." She pulled Regina closer to her. She nodded at Ruby when the waitress placed their food on the table. "Enough about us. What are you doing out?" she asked after the leggy brunette was out of earshot.
Now it's Emma's turn to sigh. "Hook and I have a date tonight."
"We know," the Queens said in unison.
Emma's eyebrow raised on that but didn't comment. The news probably came from her mother. No surprises there.
"He didn't make it."
"We know," they said again, this time hinted with exasperation.
Green eyes squinted at that, her suspicions growing by the second. "What did you two do?" she asked, demanded even, her voice leaving no room for arguments.
The queens looked at each other warily before looking away in embarrassment.
"Nothing."
Emma's eyes closed as she took a deep breath. The guilty looks coming from the women in front of her was enough of an answer as to why Killian never made it to their dinner date. "Where is he?"
Regina just hidden her face on the Queen's neck, her cheeks burning red, whilst the Queen just snorted indifferently, although her cheeks had a dust of redness in them. "Who cares about that pirate's whereabouts."
"Where. Is. He?" Emma asked again, this time gritting her teeth.
Regina sighed then faced Emma, not caring how brightly red her cheeks are. "He's probably back on the Jolly Roger," she said meekly.
"I'm still upset why you transported him there, you know," the Queen pouted.
Regina looked incredulously at the woman. "Where else would I take him? Need I remind you that you are the one who pushed him from above the clock tower?" Regina blurted out.
"You what?" Emma asked, wide-eyed.
"It was an accident," the Queen rebutted.
"Dear, there's no such thing as an accident when it comes to you," Regina retorted.
"Can the both of you please explain to me why you decided to kidnap Killian and almost killed him in the process?" Emma exasperatedly interjected as she looked between the two women arguing.
"Blame your mother," the Queen deadpanned as she took a bite of her salad.
"What does my mother have to do with this?"
Regina sighed as she massaged her temple. "She's been spreading rumors around town about the dinner date and about Killian finally popping the question."
"Fucking hell," Emma groaned as she ran her hand through her locks. She knew this idea of his was going to backfire. She is so going to kill him herself. "That still doesn't explain why you guys did what you did tonight, though."
The Queen grunted as she threw her fork down a little harshly, but it was Regina who answered her. "She got jealous," she said, pointing her index finger towards the woman beside her. The said woman slapped her finger away with a sneer. "I just stopped her from doing something she might regret later." She shrugged as she stole a cherry tomato from the Queen's plate then popped it into her mouth. "The stupidest thing she has ever done, obviously."
"It's because he doesn't deserve her," the Queen whined like a child. She then faced Emma. "He doesn't deserve you," she repeated, this time a little more seriously.
"Do you think I don't know that?" Emma snipped.
"Then why did you—"
"Mom cornered Killian this morning, asking him again about the process of our relationship, and he thinks it's wise to lead my mother on with this thing she kept pushing us into," she cut her off. "And before you go all ballistic again — yes, I'm talking about you, Queenie," Emma gave the said woman a pointed glare, which made her pout uncharacteristically, "Me and Killian are officially breaking up. He's actually getting ready to leave Storybrooke in a couple of days."
The couple in front of her sat in silence for a couple of moments, both of them staring wide-eyed at her. Then, the unexpected happened.
Regina slapped the Queen's arm a little too hard that the few customers of the diner, including Ruby and Granny, heard the loud smack.
"Ow! Regina!"
"I told you!"
"Well I—"
"This is why you should listen to me first before you go ahead with guns blazing! Honestly!"
"He's safe and sound aboard the Jolly Roger, like you said!"
"It doesn't matter! What if I arrived too late?!"
"Well, we could hold a nice funeral—"
"Queenie!"
Emma slowly slipped off from the booth, leaving her food on the table, as the couple bicker back and forth. She'd rather be away from them than be stuck in the middle once fireballs started flying.
"Are you ready to second guess your feelings for them?" Ruby teased as Emma stood beside her. She had confided to Ruby one drunken night she'd rather forget because the hangover she suffered the next day was excruciating.
"Nah," Emma shrugged nonchalantly with a fond smile on her lips. "That's what they are. I wouldn't have it any other way."
Ruby elbowed her playfully on her side. "You're such a sap, Swan," she snickered.
Emma laughingly slapped her arm away with a small shake of her head. But then she frowned when the woman tensed and the atmosphere suddenly became thick with tension. That's when she realized that the entire place went completely silent. When she glanced back at the booth where the couple was bickering earlier, her eyes widened when she saw how the Queen glared sharply at Ruby, burning jealousy clear as day in those brown orbs.
Oh, great. First Killian, now Ruby. Who's next, Mother Superior?
Okay, Emma internally shivered at the last thought. Because gross. And she's certain the Queen will set the woman in flames without prompting even when Emma's not around.
And what's with the Queen and her jealousy all of the sudden? It's not like they're in a relationship or something.
"Can you please pack my food into go packs?" Emma said with a sigh as she rubbed her temples. She's going to have a migraine because of this whirlwind of events she didn't ask for.
Ruby's eyes widens in panic. "Are you insane?! The Queen is ready to skin me alive! I don't want my furs to be included in her collections. I'm still going to marry Dorothy!" She patted Emma's arm apologetically. "Sorry, Swan." Then she's out of the room like lightning.
Well fuck. She can handle a temperamental Queen — she's not far from being the Regina she encountered when she first came to Storybrooke all those years ago — but a jealous one is a whole different ball game.
With a defeated sigh, since she won't be able to get her food to go, she slowly marched back to the booth where the queens sat. She can still feel the waves of jealousy emanating from the Queen so she didn't utter a word. Her food is cold now but that didn't stop her from eating. She already experienced this before and cold food is better than nothing.
"Where's Henry?" she asked after a couple of minutes of awkward silence.
"With the Zimmerman's," Regina answered offhandedly and left it at that.
Emma just hummed as she finished off her food. She was about to wave Ruby over to get the bill when she remembered about the glare the Queen gave her earlier. So with a sigh she stood up, gathered her coat and purse, and went to the counter to pay. Regina stood and went after her.
"Emma?"
"What?"
"I know what Queenie over there did was stupid—"
"It was," Emma deadpanned, cutting Regina off.
Regina sighed in frustration but nodded her head in agreement. "Yes, it was. But don't worry, I made sure Captain Guyliner is safe on his boat. He passed out from shock but he's fine."
Emma snorted at that. "For a pirate it's shocking to know he can get scared so easily. Henry did it once. He posed like one of those guys from the movie Scream complete with the hoodie and creepy mask with a fake knife and he shrieked like a banshee before passing out." She laughed softly at the memory. It was one of those moments when their teenage son had nothing to do and was bored out of his mind. He may be a nice kid but he has that wicked streak that no doubt came from his Aunt Zelena.
"He what?" Regina laughed.
Emma rolled her eyes playfully. "Blame your sister."
"Ah."
After an awkward beat, the Queen was behind Regina with a sheepish look on her face. "Emma—"
"It's okay," Emma cut her off softly. "Just, the next time you heard something from my mother, especially when it concerns me, come to me and ask, okay? You should know by now that whatever came from Snow's mouth is anything but pleasant."
The Queen nodded solemnly with a sigh.
With a smile, Emma grasped both hers and Regina's hand then pulled them out of the diner. "This night is frustrating so we definitely need a drink."