A/N: In honer of my 20th chapter, I'd like to thank SpookshowBabyx for not only inspiring this story, but for helping me when I need encouragement to finish a chapter or need some blanks to be filled in.
This chapter is by far the longest chapter I've ever written in my history of fan fiction and I have to say these characters spark that interest in me to keep writing.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter. Warning: it gets a little rough in the beginning. It's violent but not sexual, though it's still a bit aggressive for those of you who might be triggered.
Without any more delays, enjoy! :)
Regina stared down at the Storybrooke Daily Mirror as she ignored the paperwork that needed her attention. She couldn't take her eyes off Emma as the blonde took up at least twenty percent of the front page in a lip lock with the racy waitress Ruby Lucas. Even after Emma's outburst in her office the day before, she felt a connection with the blonde during their time spent under the apple tree.
Seeing Emma kiss the young brunette made her feel foolish and hurt, but as usual she hid behind her anger. She gritted her teeth and firmly clutched the paper in her hands, unable to tear her eyes off the blonde in the black and white image in front of her. Emma's hands were lightly pressed to the tarty woman's waist. The kiss, as well as Emma's hand placement, was sweet and innocent. It was timid like a goodnight kiss on the first date. Though the men behind each woman didn't have the same sentiment.
Regina didn't know which part of the photo upset her more. Emma's lips attached to the slutty waitress' or the strange man's hands on Emma's hips as he smiled at his friend about the kiss. She was the only one allowed to touch Emma. The blonde was hers and she had made clear with a knife to the younger woman's fair skinned thigh. Or at least she thought she'd made it clear.
A knock came at her office door before Sidney Glass walked in with a polite and slightly proud smile on his face.
"You wanted to see me, Mayor Mills?"
He waited in the doorway for her response.
"Yes, Sidney. Come in," Regina dropped the paper and kept herself cold and mayoral. "I had a few questions about today's paper."
Sidney chuckled.
"Scandalous, isn't it? That Emma Swan certainly knows how to make a big splash in a small town. The story wrote itself."
"I didn't tell you to watch her," Regina callously stated.
"I thought you'd be pleased," Sidney frowned.
"Well, I'm not. Tell me, where was this picture taken?"
"T-the Rabbit Hole. Is there a problem?"
"Just my curiosity," she spoke in a quieter tone, almost under breath. "Is this all that happened?"
"Hardly. Leroy burst into song on top of the bar while drinking until he passed out. Then-"
"Did anything else happen with Miss Swan," Regina cut him of and asked in an agitated tone.
"Oh. Uh, yes and no. She and the woman kissed a little longer after I took that picture," he pointed to the paper on Regina's desk as he took a seat across her. "I should've taken more than one photo of her and the waitress. For a moment, I thought the two of them were going to leave together."
"They didn't?"
"Well, the sheriff left by herself, but..."
Regina waited for Sidney to finish, but he didn't go on.
"But what?"
"Well, the waitress followed after the sheriff. I watched her run after Emma, but then Leroy started singing so my attention strayed for a few minutes. When I turned to see if the teacher had left-"
"Ms. Blanchard was there?"
"Yes, she'd come with the other two. But when I turned around, she had left too. I guess she figured Emma and the waitress wanted to have some alone time and went home," Sidney grinned.
Regina clenched her jaw as she tried not to punch him in the face for enjoying the events of the previous night as much as he did.
"Although it's a shame she didn't stick around. Leroy started to belt out I Will Survive and-"
"Thank you, Sidney. That's all I require from you," Regina waved at him to leave.
"But you haven't heard the best part," Sidney excitedly smiled before he tried to continue.
"You're free to go," she dismissed him again.
Regina shifted in her chair before looking at the paper again.
Sidney saw himself out as Regina stared at the picture with a frown, her focus trained solely on Emma.
When she heard the door close, she took a moment to grind her teeth before she dropped the paper onto her desk and pulled out her cell.
She furiously typed, "We need to talk."
"Come here, little guy. Come on," Emma coaxed as she reached up into a tree.
"Oh, be careful. Please, Sheriff," a worried older woman winced.
Emma had no such luck reaching into the tree so she grabbed onto the branches and pressed her booted foot into the aging bark. She hoisted herself into the tree and sat in the first level of space between adjoining branches.
She brought her knees to her chest as she kept her hands on the branches then placed her feet in the crook of the tree she sat on. She angled herself then pushed off the branches and stood.
"Don't scare him," the older woman warned in a begging tone though she almost yelled.
Emma rolled her eyes, her face turned away from the woman and hidden behind leaves. She reached out once more and spoke softly once again. She nearly cooed the subject of her attention in an attempt to reunite him with the woman below.
He slowly moved closer to Emma and caused the blonde to warmly smile as she rested her backside against the branch behind her.
"That's it. Come on. Almost there," Emma assured him.
He paused as he held tightly to the bark on one of the thicker branches above Emma. He eyed her with uncertainty and took a step back.
Emma frowned and shifted against the branch. She moved off it and repositioned herself so her right foot rested on the branch instead.
"No. It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."
She pushed forward, one hand outstretched, as she started to scale the next part of the tree to approach him.
He paused again, Emma's hand close enough to him that she could scoop him up if she moved a step higher. He looked from her hand to her patient and welcoming green eyes.
Emma froze as she waited for him to make the next move. She hoped if she gave him the choice to move forward or not that he would fall right into her arms and they would be done with it.
Instead, a dark purr erupted from him in crescendo before he gave a shrill meow and lunged at her.
In the seconds before he brought out his claws and latched on to her skin, Emma's eyes widened in fear and realization. He scratched at her as he scurried across her chest, arms, and briefly her face.
She yelped and tried to catch him as he ran all over her, but only managed to catch herself before she slipped and fell out of the tree in her unbalanced state.
"You're hurting him," the older woman shrieked.
"Shit," Emma muttered as his nails dug into her neck then her forearm.
With his sharp nails settled into her forearm, she cradled him and jumped out of the tree. She landed on her feet and was met by the older woman who's cheery expression was reserved for Emma's attacker.
"Your cat is just fine," Emma panted as the older woman smiled at the tiny beast in Emma's arm, still firmly attached to it.
"There you are, Napoleon," she spoke in a tone only described as baby talk.
The older woman lifted Napoleon out of Emma's arm as he refused to retract his claws.
Emma cringed as she watched her skin get pulled upward with the older woman's motion to remove Napoleon from her possession.
It wasn't until the older woman scooped him up into her arms that he finally let go of Emma. Her skin snapped back into place with several little red puncture marks, all of them equally angry and threatening to spill blood.
"Thank you, Sheriff," the older woman carelessly said to Emma as she turned away from the blonde and headed back inside with Napoleon.
Emma gritted her teeth as she felt unappreciated.
She collected her jacket from under the tree and slid into it just as she felt her phone vibrate in one of the pockets.
She furrowed her brow as she pulled out her phone and read the display.
One new text from Regina.
"We need to talk."
Emma scoffed and typed back a reply.
"Not in the mood."
Within a minute came the next message.
"I'm heading to your apartment now! Be there."
Emma let out an angry, frustrated groan as she kicked the air and headed for the cruiser. She didn't bother sending a response even as she gripped her phone with the message still on display.
When she got into the cruiser, she dropped it into one of the two cup holders in line with the center console. She peeled out of the neighborhood street and aggressively drove to the apartment.
She thankfully had arrived before Regina as she noticed the only Mercedes in town wasn't in the parking lot before she headed up to her place.
She slammed the door with unnecessary force and a few flecks of chipped white paint trembled to the floor.
She'd just been attacked by a cat after a night of drinking with Ruby. Drinking that lead to a kiss she regretted for the fear she'd ruined their friendship no matter what the waitress had said the night before. And Regina had suddenly forced a conversation on her. The last person she wanted to talk to after recent events was Regina. Of all the things that had transpired over the last twenty-four hours, Regina's actions, intentional or otherwise, had severely wounded her.
Emma didn't know what angered her more, feeling wounded or why Regina's usual indifference affected her in such a way. Whatever the answer, Emma didn't want to think about it. Luckily for her, Regina Mills didn't waste time when she said she'd do something.
A hard knock sounded from the other side of the closed door and Emma was yanked out of her thoughts by a new one: the mayor would be in the hallway demanding Emma let her in.
She went back to the door, only a few steps away from it in the first place, and threw it open.
"What," she barked at Regina as dark, fiery eyes locked onto impatient brown ones.
"Have fun last night," Regina smiled, though it was anything but warm and sincere.
She pushed past Emma into the apartment and rapidly removed her coat.
"What do you care," Emma snapped as she shut the door behind the brunette and balled up a fist due to Regina's rude intrusion.
"Did you fuck her," Regina asked as she set her coat on the rack by the door.
"What?!"
"Did you fuck Ms. Lucas," she asked again, slower, as she closed some of the space between her and Emma.
Emma scoffed.
"I don't owe you an explanation," she said as she folded her arms over her chest.
"You don't think so?"
"No," Emma said as she stood her ground.
Regina pushed Emma against the door and forced the blonde to uncross her arms.
"I disagree. It's a simple question, really. Yes or no, Miss Swan. Did you sleep with her?"
Emma sized up Regina as they heatedly stared into each others' eyes.
"What if I did?"
Regina's chest fell as she almost loosened her grip on Emma. She looked down for a moment then collected herself before she pressed Emma harder against the door.
"You're lying."
"I never said whether or not I slept with her."
"Then answer me. Did you?"
"It's none of your business who I sleep with."
"On the contrary, dear," Regina growled as her eyes scanned over the scratch marks on Emma's face.
She reached down and gripped Emma's left thigh.
"It is my business," she sneered as her nails slowly and harshly raked over the once healing "R" through tight jeans.
Emma's hand flew to Regina's shoulder and clawed at it to brace herself as she yelped. She squeezed her eyes shut then grabbed Regina's hip with her other hand. She pushed the brunette away from her and Regina stumbled back.
Emma lightly pressed her hands to her jeans around the injury and held back tears. She felt a new warmth in her left thigh, and only her left thigh, before the tight jeans absorbed blood.
"Did you sleep with her," Regina asked again, her voice loud though it started to waver.
Emma looked up at Regina.
"If you didn't deserve an answer before, you definitely don't deserve one now, you bitch," Emma spat before she looked down at her thigh again.
Regina swallowed the lump in her throat as she held back tears of what she would deem frustration, though deep down she knew better.
"Tell me," Regina demanded with a cracked voice as she took a step closer to Emma.
Emma looked up at Regina, bent at the waist from inspecting the damage through her jeans, and glared before she straightened out. She walked with a small limp as each step with her left foot brought on more blood from the open wound. She kept her distance from Regina and grabbed a clean dish towel from a drawer in the kitchen then wet it in the sink.
Regina breathed raggedly as she waited for Emma to say something else, but the younger woman gave her nothing but silence.
Emma took a deep breath through her nose as she gripped the sink then unbuttoned her jeans and slowly pulled them down to her knees.
She winced as she focused on the amount of blood and failed to notice Regina walk into the kitchen. She moved the damp cloth to her thigh, but before it could touch her burning thigh she was shoved against the counter behind her, next to the sink.
Her lower back connected with the edge of the counter as she fell back at an angle, her legs restrained by the partially off jeans wrapped at her knees.
"I don't care about what I deserve, Miss Swan. Did you. Sleep with her?"
Regina clenched a fist around the hem of Emma's cotton t-shirt and pulled it down.
"What the hell is your problem," Emma asked as her voice grew louder with each word until she yelled in Regina's face.
"You!"
Regina yanked the dish towel out of Emma's hand and tossed it onto the bar-style counter behind her.
"You fucked her, didn't you. You put your hands all over her and she scratched back, encouraging you. Tell me. Does she touch you like I do? Does she fuck you like I do?"
Regina slipped a hand inside Emma's panties and thrust two fingers inside the younger woman. She kept them still inside her as she continued.
"Did she whisper sweet nothings in your ear, tell you how you deserve better than me, that you're worth something? Did she tell you everything I won't? Is that why you did it? Did you give yourself to her or did you just take her like you took me?"
"I didn't fuck her," Emma yelled as she pushed Regina away.
Regina's fingers abruptly left her, and not pleasantly, as she hurried the brunette a good distance from her.
"Are you happy now? I didn't fuck her, sleep with her, or whatever else you want to call it. I kissed her. That's it! She never touched me, but I'm sure if she had she wouldn't hurt me like you do."
Emma lowered her voice to an exasperated whisper as she said, "God."
She stepped next to Regina but didn't look at the other woman as she reached over and took back the dish towel.
Regina watched Emma as she looked almost ashamed of herself and her actions.
"And I didn't take you," Emma added as she finally looked at Regina again.
She stepped away from the brunette as she rested against the counter Regina had forced her against though that time it was of her own volition.
"I gave you what you wanted. I gave."
Regina's eyes found the floor.
"By the way," Emma started again. "These scratches, you know, the ones not caused by you are from a cat I rescued from a tree before you demanded me to come talk to you. Not that it's your place to know every little thing I do. Though you seem to think otherwise considering Sidney was taking pictures of me last night."
"I didn't tell him to do that. I didn't even know until I saw the paper this morning," Regina said as she regained her composure and met Emma's gaze.
"How do I know you're not lying?"
"If I'm not mistaken, you have a 'superpower'," Regina answered as she used air quotes before she continued. "Unless you were lying about that."
Emma scowled, but studied Regina anyway to see if she had told the truth.
"You don't have to believe me," Regina said after a moment. "I couldn't care less what you think of me, though I'm sure I have an idea of what you must think. You just need to remember this. I don't share. As long as you and I are physical, you're bound to me. No one else gets to paw at you and you don't get to please anyone but me. Do I make myself clear?"
"Always," Emma bitterly smiled, her lips tight and showing no warmth. "Possessive bitch."
The last part had been muttered under her breath. Regina had heard it nonetheless.
"Since I'm here," Regina pushed past Emma's insult. "Would you like me to clean this pig sty?"
"Whatever."
Emma grabbed a pint of ice cream from the freezer and a spoon from one of the drawers behind Regina then pressed play on her iPod as it sat in the dock on the far counter near the coat rack. Angst music that fueled her troubled youth and carried into her problematic adulthood played through the speakers and filled the first floor of the apartment.
Regina rolled her eyes with distaste for the music as she exited the kitchen.
Emma plopped down on the couch, her left thigh propped up on the cushion while her right leg remained planted on the floor. She set her ice cream on the coffee table and placed the spoon on top of the closed lid before she tended to the bleeding "R".
Regina frowned as she headed for the metal stairs, her eyes on Emma to witness the blonde's every move from sitting down to dabbing the wet cloth on her thigh. She turned her back on Emma and went upstairs to start her cleaning job in Emma's bedroom.
She left the younger woman alone for about half an hour as she tidied up the room. Clothes were haphazardly spread across the barely visible floor. Regina had to smell every last article of clothing to determine whether they belonged in the half full hamper or folded neatly in an almost unused dresser. All of them went in the hamper with the rest of the dirty laundry.
Once she could see the floor, she moved on to the bathroom. She looked at the sink with a frown and a slightly scrunched up face as long blonde hairs inhabited the small white space. She sighed and unrolled a decent amount of toilet paper. She swept it along the edge of the sink then inside it as she collected all the stray strands.
She disposed of the toilet paper in the small trash can between the sink and toilet, but the full trash only furthered her displeasure. She grabbed the plastic bag and tied a knot in the top of it to trap in the garbage. She strode out of the bathroom and headed back downstairs with the overstuffed bag recycled from a visit to the local grocery store. She went to the kitchen to dump it into the larger trash can there when she noticed Emma had started to devour the ice cream.
A different song than the one Regina heard when she had gone upstairs played as loudly as the first and Regina didn't hear much of a change in mood or even a song. The playlist Emma had put on seemed to be nothing but songs about self-deprecation, scorned hearts, or rage toward a supposed friend or former lover.
As Regina added the small plastic bag from the upstairs bathroom to the strong black bag in the kitchen trash can, she heard Emma swear around the spoon she could audibly tell the blonde had in her mouth. She turned to look at the woman on the couch, the dish towel still in her hand.
Emma hissed as she kept the spoon in her mouth using only her teeth.
Regina searched the table but didn't see the pint of ice cream anywhere. She abandoned the trash and walked over to the couch. She stopped behind it and watched Emma delicately slide the towel along one of the long slits of the "R".
Emma lightly pressed her right hand to her inner thigh as she tried to control her left hand to clean the wound.
Regina would have thought it would have been taken care of by then. All Emma had to do was get the bleeding to stop and she already had a wet towel to accomplish that goal. Then she remembered the night she'd caught Emma and Henry playing Twister in her living room. She'd had a hard time getting it to stop bleeding then too.
Without a moment's hesitation or even a second thought, Regina took the spoon out of Emma's mouth, which startled the blonde. She offered a soft small in return when Emma stared up at her with wide green eyes. She walked around the side of the couch to where Emma could watch her the entire time, the spoon in her hand. When she stood in front of Emma between the couch and the coffee table, she found out where the ice cream had disappeared. The pint was placed between Emma's thighs and pressed against thin red panties, her jeans crumpled up on the floor beside the couch.
Regina gave a quick chuckle under her breath then set the spoon on the wooden coffee table. She sat on the edge of the couch between Emma's spread legs, careful not to touch her left thigh.
Emma silently watched her the whole time.
For a better, more comfortable position for both of them, Regina lifted Emma's right leg and draped it over her own closed legs as she turned her body until her right thigh touched the edge of the couch. She faced Emma as much as she possibly could given the limitations of the furniture. She let go of Emma's leg to put all her attention on Emma's marked thigh.
"I'll give you a guess as to what I'm reminded of right now," Emma finally said as her eyes fell from Regina to the "R".
Regina took the dish towel from Emma's hand and pressed it to the blonde's thigh.
"I'm sorry," Regina softly said as she avoided eye contact.
"How can you be? Isn't this what you wanted? Every time I look at my thigh, you want me to know I belong to you. Congratulations, it worked, especially since you won't just let it heal."
Regina sighed and unraveled the bunched up towel. She laid it over the wound and completely covered it. She pressed her hand over it and Emma hissed.
Emma squirmed as she laid back and gripped the back of the couch with her left hand as her right hand clutched the edge of the cushion she sat on.
Regina placed her left hand on Emma's right thigh and ran it up and down fair skin.
"Just relax."
"I can't do that with you here," Emma said through gritted teeth as Regina's fingers ghosted over the wound while the heel of her palm pushed down on it.
Regina's fingers applied more pressure while the heel of her palm let up.
"Ah," Emma tensed.
Regina peeled back the towel and checked her progress. The blood had clotted in a few places but still trickled out in others. She reapplied the towel and pressed down with a feather light touch. She ran her left hand up Emma's unharmed thigh until her thumb slithered under the side of Emma's panties.
Emma's breath hitched.
The pad of Regina's thumb massaged a portion of skin beneath the panties as she slowly circled over it.
Emma whimpered, eyes still closed but relaxed instead of squeezed shut like they had been when she'd felt pain. She eased her head onto the pillow that rested against the arm of the couch behind her. At the same time, she gradually released her hold on the couch as her hands relaxed, though they remained in the same two spots.
"You were saying," Regina proudly grinned.
Emma opened her eyes and instantly found Regina's. She took a deep breath and gave an intense look the two had only shared under that unforgettable apple tree.
Regina almost melted at the sight, but she closed her eyes and shook her head as if it would make the feelings communicated in green eyes disappear. When she opened her eyes and stood, dropping Emma's right leg back onto the floor, it hadn't vanished.
"I'm...going to get more gauze," Regina said as she motioned to the stairs. "Where do you keep it?"
"Uh," Emma's expression changed to one of confusion and worry that she'd said or done something wrong. "Bathroom."
Emma pointed behind the brunette at the room in question.
Regina turned and noticed the slightly ajar door. She faked a smile when she turned back to Emma.
"Right," Regina nodded then turned and went into the room.
Emma sat up a little, her back against the pillow in place of her head, as Regina collected the gauze. She frowned when the other woman walked over to the couch.
Regina's gaze was fixed on the gauze as she unraveled it and took her previous seat on the couch between Emma's legs. Once she had the gauze ready, she shifted her focus to Emma's thigh. She removed the dish towel and grabbed the underside of Emma's left knee. She turned herself more toward Emma's thigh and tucked her right knee under the blonde's momentarily lifted leg. She kept her other leg off the couch and wrapped up Emma's wound.
"Honestly, Miss Swan," Regina started. "Why you though to go without dressing your injury is beyond me."
Emma rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, what was I thinking," she sarcastically replied. "I should have expected you'd come barging into my apartment and attack my leg like it wasn't enough to cut my skin open with a dinner knife the first time."
Regina winced, but quickly hid it behind an indifferent expression.
Emma noticed anyway, but chose not to pry.
"Still want me to come by for lunch," Regina asked as she intently focused on Emma's thigh.
"That depends," Emma said as she released a heavy sigh. "Are you planning on attacking me again?"
Regina wrapped the gauze around Emma's leg a few more times before she taped it up.
"No," she answered after a moment, her eyes still fixed on the area.
"Then you're not getting out of cleaning duty. In fact, you can dress up. And when I say can, I mean you will. It's an order."
"I don't take orders."
"You better start or you'll regret it."
"How's that," Regina chuckled. "You're one claw mark away from being crippled."
"I have my ways. And the pain in my leg is not my fault. I may have given you permission to hurt me the first time when I handed you the knife, but this time? The blame is on you."
"I'm not one for a guilty conscience."
Emma lifted her sock covered right foot and pressed it against Regina's stomach. She pushed the brunette onto her back and, in one swift movement, Emma straddled her.
"Then get one," Emma purred. "Because you have no idea what I'm capable of."
Regina smirked.
"Of course, dear," she mirrored Emma's low tone, though the brunette's purr almost sent shivers down the other woman's spine.
Emma's words didn't have quite the same effect.
Regina's eyes fell from Emma's down to the younger woman's red panties. She reached out and dipped her thumb under the lacy fabric from the side. She rubbed a circle against sensitive skin like she had earlier.
Emma catapulted forward as she rolled her hips and shifted away from Regina's touch. She pulled at the not-so-low-cut neckline of Regina's black dress and her mouth connected with the mayor's clavicle. Emma fiercely bit into the other woman's skin.
Regina squeezed her eyes shut and cried out as the sheriff's teeth pierced tan skin. She sunk into the couch in a failed attempt to escape Emma's bite. She tangled a hand in blonde curls and pulled Emma away, but the woman on top of her only bit harder.
Emma tugged at Regina's skin as she was forced upward.
Regina eased up on her pull, but didn't stop completely. She squirmed and groaned as she opened her eyes and looked around the room with watery eyes.
Emma gripped at Regina's hand in her hair and raked her nails across the back of it toward her wrist. She scratched her way back toward Regina's knuckles after a moment and laced their fingers as she softened her bite.
Regina reached between them and shoved Emma off of her with a hand to the chest. Having created space between them, Regina tried to sit up, but the second she moved Emma was on top of her again.
The blonde grabbed Regina's other hand and pinned it above the mayor's head between the arm of the couch and brunette hair. She leaned over Regina and lowered her mouth to the newly made bite mark.
Regina fought against both of Emma's hands, but was unable to free herself. She tensed seconds before the other woman's tongue slithered across bruised and broken flesh. Regina sighed in relief and relaxed under Emma.
Emma held in a grin as her tongue danced around, over, and between the punctures made by her teeth. When she felt she had adequately soothed the area, and effectively the woman she'd marked, she chastely kissed the throbbing bite before she sat up on her arms. In one fluid movement, she casually fell back into her original position against the other arm of the couch.
Regina continued to lay on the couch, her breathing shallow as she regained composure and allowed herself some time to process what had happened.
"Thanks for wrapping up my leg," Emma said after several moments of silence.
Regina slowly started to sit up before she responded.
"Thank you for not sleeping with Ms. Lucas."
Emma stared at Regina as the brunette slid back against the opposite armrest. It wasn't until Regina hissed loudly at the pain the motion caused her collarbone that they locked eyes.
"Payback's a bitch, isn't it," Emma turned the question into a statement. "Wear a French maid's uniform at lunch today. Since you already cleaned, you'll be putting on more of a show than actually dusting or scrubbing."
"French maid? Really, dear? Couldn't come up with anything original?"
"I think you can attest to my originality," Emma proudly argued. "Sometimes the cliché fantasy, as boring as it may seem, does the trick. In your case, consider it your penance for delaying the healing process of my leg."
Regina looked from green eyes to white gauze and couldn't get Emma's words from earlier out of her head.
"I gave."
No one gave Regina anything, at least nothing she wanted. Everyone in her life, even as a child, had always taken from her. Emma had shown her that she wasn't being selfish when they had sex that day. She showed Regina that she was willing to give the older woman what she asked for, or at least that she was capable of giving her what she wanted, and that was a quality possessed by only one person Regina knew.
Daniel.
"Fine," Regina answered as she avoided the painful memories of the blue eyed stable boy. "I'll wear the ridiculous outfit. I assume you'll want it distastefully revealing like Ms. Lucas' attire?"
Emma rolled her eyes.
"That's not the way I'd put it," the blonde insisted.
"Oh? And how would you put it?"
"It should be cut in a way that gives me a teasing view," Emma walked her fingers up one of Regina's thighs as she started. "It should take less than an inch of bending over to see whether or not you're wearing panties."
She dipped her head between the brunette's legs and hiked up Regina's dress with her nose.
Regina gasped as she felt Emma's breath on her center through lacy black underwear. Though she was surprised enough to want to jump off the couch, she instinctively parted her legs for the sheriff.
Emma grinned as she pushed forward and placed a simple kiss on Regina's concealed sex. She pulled away, a grin still on her face when she made eye contact with the brunette.
"See you at lunch," Emma smugly said as she stood.
Regina's eyes raked over the woman who stood in only a shirt and panties.
Emma offered her a hand and the mayor accepted it. She helped the other woman to her feet then took the roll of gauze from the couch and placed it back in the bathroom. When she returned to the living room, Regina stood by the door and slipped into her coat.
Regina looked over her shoulder and noticed Emma who stopped at the couch, the two of them almost an entire room apart. She forced an awkward, politician smile then let it falter as she looked down at Emma's gauze covered thigh.
"I hope it heals," Regina confessed before she turned to the door and let herself out.
After two hours of not solving crime, Emma left for her lunch break ten minutes early to grab a to-go order from the diner like usual. The only difference between that time and all the other lunch breaks she'd taken that week, other than her and Ruby being front page news, was that Emma had spent her time at the station reading Henry's book.
She'd finished the story about the Evil Queen and had effectively read about Snow White, Rumpelstiltskin, and The Tale of the Two James'. When she'd read Prince Charming's backstory, she was surprised about the twist, but it didn't matter. She didn't believe any of it anyway.
The bell above the door inside the diner jangled when she entered. There were a few more patrons than there were earlier, but not as many people gawked at her as she made her way to the counter.
Ruby flashed a quick, wolfish smile at Emma as she sidled up behind the counter to take the blonde's order.
"Hey, sexy lady," Ruby teased as she extended her arm and hooked her index finger in the dip of Emma's shirt.
Ruby leaned over the counter, her bare midriff and skimpy denim covered ass on display for the entire diner, and gave Emma a peck on the cheek.
Emma furrowed her brow and pulled away from Ruby as the waitress released Emma's shirt and stood up straight again.
"Um, are you feeling okay," Emma asked as Ruby grinned like the Cheshire cat and turned to the customers.
Emma, confused, turned her head to the customers who were all staring with shocked expressions.
"I'm fine," Ruby continued to smile as she looked at Emma again. "Just giving them all the show they want."
"What happened to your shameful look from this morning?"
"Oh, that? It was only because Granny yelled at me for trying to get in your pants."
One of Emma's eyebrows shot into her hairline.
"She kept telling me, pointing her finger, saying, 'She's the sheriff. Things like that will surely get her into trouble.' And, 'She's got a child, Ruby. The mayor's son of all kids! You don't want to cause trouble.'"
"Ugh. She's right. Regina would have a fit if you tried to be Henry's third mommy."
Ruby laughed until a thought occurred to her.
"How are things with her? You hang out here every afternoon with Henry after school, right?"
"Yeah."
"She's not upset about that?"
"No. We have an arrangement. So far no problems. Well, none about the arrangement."
Ruby suspiciously eyed Emma for a moment before she returned to her casual demeanor.
"Your usual?"
"Yeah, and um…can I get a Greek salad too?"
Ruby stared at Emma completely taken aback by the blonde's selection.
"A salad? You want your usual burger…and a salad."
Emma gave a tight, nervous smile and shrugged.
"Yeah?"
"I don't think I've seen you eat a single green thing in the time I've known you except for pickles. You even pick the lettuce off your burgers and there's only one leaf in there."
"I'm going on a diet."
"But you're still ordering a burger."
"I can't just go on a diet, Ruby. I've got to wane myself off the greasy foods slowly. Otherwise I'll cave and break the diet. It's happened before. In Boston."
Ruby sighed and gave up.
"Fine. Burger and fries with a Greek salad on the side."
"No, I don't want it on the side. I want the whole salad."
"Seriously?"
Emma nodded.
"Mark my words, Emma Swan, I will find out what's really going on," Ruby warningly yet teasingly pointed at her.
Emma chuckled as she watched Ruby disappear into the kitchen. After a few seconds, she looked around the diner and realized she'd attracted a few more onlookers.
She rolled her eyes and directed her attention to a salt shaker. She picked it up and sprinkled a small pile in front of her before she returned the shaker to its rightful place on the bar. She pushed the salt around with her fingertips as she waited and made several different shapes before Ruby reappeared.
The waitress strutted out to serve some drinks to one of the tables.
Emma continued to play with the salt and started to spell a word with it.
R.
Ruby walked around the counter and slid the tray onto the shelf under the counter.
e.
Ruby looked up to see Emma rubbing her fingers along the counter, too far away to tell what she was doing, before Granny called her back to the kitchen.
c.
Emma frowned and grabbed the salt shaker. She poured out twice as much as she had the first time and finished the "c" to make a "g".
Ruby came out of the kitchen once again and brought a few orders out to a couple tables.
i.
When Ruby finished serving, she returned to Emma.
n.
"What are you doing," Ruby asked as she slowly walked over to Emma from behind the counter.
Emma had just finished the lower case "a" when Ruby took the last few steps to get to her. Emma brushed away the salt in one flick of her wrist over the counter top and rested her chin in the palm of the same hand.
Ruby quizzically stared at the sheriff.
Emma smiled before she answered.
"Playing with my food."
Ruby shook her head with a smile of her own.
"I'm going to have to clean that up, you know."
"Sorry."
"Burger and a salad," Granny called from the kitchen.
Ruby spun on her heels and retrieved Emma's order. When she placed the bag on the counter in front of her friend, Granny appeared in the doorway to the kitchen over Ruby's shoulder.
"Sheriff," Granny greeted with a semi-warm smile.
"Hi, Granny," Emma smirked as she stifled her laughter.
"Are you coming by later," the gray haired women asked.
"Not today."
"What about tomorrow?"
"Oh my god. Gran, can she have a little privacy? What does it mean to you if she stops in for food?"
"It means you'll see each other and the hormones will go flying and all Hell will break loose. Keep your hands to yourself," she warned Ruby with a pointed finger then looked at Emma. "And Sheriff, I know my granddaughter gives you a lot to see, but there's more in this town to see than what she's got. Understand?"
"Got it," Emma said as she raised two fingers to her forehead and saluted.
Granny stared at her for a moment longer with strict, parental eyes before she turned back into the kitchen and left them alone.
Ruby looked at Emma again and waited a couple seconds before the two of them broke out in hushed laughter. They sounded like giggling teenagers.
"Did you see the finger," Ruby asked before she comically reenacted Granny's posture and pointed at Emma.
Emma laughed more and caused Ruby to break out of her impersonation to laugh with her.
"I should get going," Emma said after a few seconds as she slid off the bar stool.
"Okay. See you tomorrow morning?"
"Yeah."
"Come in early. We can have breakfast before my shift starts."
"How early," Emma asked with a serious tone like Ruby's answer would determine how soon the two of them would talk again.
"Seven thirty. Think you can handle that?"
Emma lightly laughed.
"Yeah. Maybe then it'll give us time to talk about this front page news scandal seriously."
"You got it," Ruby smiled. "Tell Henry I said hi."
"Sure."
As Emma left the diner, she could feel everyone's gaze on her. She didn't bother to turn around and confirm her gut feeling. She just went straight to her yellow bug and drove to her apartment.
When Emma opened the door a few minutes after she'd arrived at the apartment, Regina stood on the other side with a displeased look on her face. She had a hand on her cocked hip and gracefully flung around a feather duster in the other hand.
She wore a black trench coat, black stockings, and four inch, black "fuck me" pumps. Beyond that, Emma couldn't tell what she had on, though the fluff in the bottom half of the coat gave her an idea.
"I stopped by the diner today," Regina flatly said as she stared at the feather end of the duster. "I almost went in even when I saw you there."
Regina looked from the feather duster to Emma before she took a step closer to the blonde, effectively pushing herself into the apartment, before she continued.
"She kissed you again."
"It didn't mean anything. Everyone in town is making this big deal about her and me so she was just messing with them."
"I don't care what she was doing. I don't want her touching you," Regina said as she stuck the feather duster in Emma's face and twirled it around as she glided further into the apartment.
Emma scrunched up her face and leaned back to get away from the feathers. Even as she took a step back, Regina pushed the feather duster further into her face.
Emma spat at the feathers as they tickled her lips and finally swatted Regina's hand away from her.
The brunette airily looked away from Emma as though she was merely a peasant. She strode forward a few steps as she slipped out of her coat then turned to face the other woman.
Emma's eyes naturally, uncontrollably, looked over Regina from head to toe. The mayor had come there to satisfy Emma's request as she displayed toned, tan legs and impressive cleavage in an unbelievably short black and white outfit. With the amount of skin the French maid's uniform showed, Emma could clearly see the red and purple mark she'd left on Regina's collarbone.
"I didn't stick around for the main event," Regina disrupted Emma's viewing. "Did you give a good show, complete with making out on the counter? Or are you planning to go back for more after work?"
"It was a peck on the cheek, Regina. We're just friends. And it's not like you and I are dating so…I don't owe you monogamy."
"I believe we've had this conversation, dear," Regina said in a sickly sweet tone.
"Yeah, and you initiated it both times."
"I want to make something very clear to you."
Emma sighed in defeat.
"Fine. What is it?"
"I need to show you," Regina said as she closed most of the space between them and grabbed Emma's wrist.
She tugged the blonde up the stairs behind her and went into Emma's bedroom. She fast walked like a furious runway model on a catwalk as she made her way to the younger woman's bed. She yanked on Emma's arm and forced her to land flat on her back against the mattress.
Emma bounced a couple times before Regina stilled her by placing one of her pumps on Emma's right hip. Her heel nestled between Emma's legs at her center.
Emma had a perfect view up Regina's skirt and saw what undergarment decision the brunette had made. No panties. Her mouth fell open as she stared.
Regina used the feather duster as though it were a riding crop and pushed it under Emma's chin. She forced Emma's eyes to shift from her sex to her dark eyes.
"We've got a fun thing going here, a nice little game. I say you're mine and you say I'm yours. You may say it to me as a joke or just to get a rise out of me, I don't particularly care. But when I say you're mine. I mean it. You, Emma Swan, are mine."
Emma gulped, though it wasn't out of fear.
"I would tell you I own you, but I know you wouldn't like that and you'd fight me on it. This lesson I'm trying to teach you would turn into a competition, you would try to prove that you're your own person and can't be claimed like some pet. It's long and boring and I just need you to understand what it means to be mine."
Emma opened her mouth to speak, but Regina moved the feather duster to her lips. Emma immediately closed her mouth and threw her head back to avoid choking on any feathers.
Regina lowered the feather duster to Emma's sternum and held it there for a moment before she tossed it aside.
"Now I'm only going to say this once so when I do say it, you better listen," Regina warned with a smoky voice. "But now's the time for demonstration."
Regina brought her right foot back down to the floor. She bent over and hooked her fingers inside the top of Emma's skirt, something Regina assumed Emma changed into to avoid irritation to her reopened wound.
"Slide up to the headboard," Regina commanded as she gripped Emma's skirt on either side.
Emma pulled herself backward on the bed with her arms and as she moved, Regina eased the skirt down the other woman's legs until they were stripped to black tights. Not an entirely flattering combination with her choice of skirt, but it hid the large "R" on her thigh well.
Regina let the skirt fall onto the floor beside her before she got onto the mattress with Emma. She crawled on all fours to meet the blonde at the head of the bed then brushed blonde curls over Emma's shoulder. She exposed one side of Emma's neck and leaned in. Her lips lightly pressed down on fair skin in a chaste kiss at her pulse point.
Emma's breath hitched as she pushed her head against the pillow and allowed Regina more access to her neck. She spread her legs for the brunette to crawl between them.
Regina throatily chuckled and pulled away from Emma's neck. She gripped the outside of Emma's right leg at the knee and slowly brought her legs closer together, flush against the bed.
"Not yet, my dear," Regina purred as she left a small bit of space between Emma's legs.
She nudged a knee between Emma's thighs, however, and straddled the blonde's right leg.
"Although I'm flattered you're so accommodating."
Emma closed her eyes as her breathing quickened at the feel of Regina's warm, bare sex on her thigh.
Regina, with a feather light touch, ran the fingertip of her right index finger from Emma's throat down the valley between her breasts. In the process, she pulled down the neckline of Emma's shirt to reveal more skin. She moved slowly like a panther on the prowl as she leaned in and kissed the other side of Emma's neck It was as simple and chaste as the first, but Regina didn't stop there. She placed wet kisses down Emma's neck and sternum. She could feel Emma's heart start to pound within her chest.
Emma opened her eyes and stared up at he ceiling with a glazed expression. She didn't know if she wanted to be taught a lesson. Whatever she and Regina were doing, it confused her and could easily complicate the situation with Henry either way things turned out between them. She wasn't sure she wanted to fall back into the brunette, but it was one of the most natural things she'd ever done in life.
Regina shifted to lower herself past Emma's chest and the blonde felt Regina's center brush against her thigh. Regina moaned as she placed a wet kiss above Emma's navel. Her moan briefly vibrated through Emma's stomach and made the decision for the sheriff.
Regina's tongue delved into Emma's navel and sealed the younger woman's fate. Emma arched her back to press her skin further against Regina's mouth and she knew she would give the other woman any part of her in that moment.
When Emma moved, it caused Regina's teeth to lightly scrape her skin. She hummed with the contact and brought a hand to Regina's hair.
Regina pulled away and moved back up Emma's body.
"Patience," she spoke in her smoky tone.
Emma dropped her hand from Regina's hair to the woman's thigh as the brunette sat up on her knees.
She lifted the shirt above Emma's bra and the blonde got the hint. Emma sat up enough for Regina to remove the shirt and immediately lifted her arms.
Regina smirked.
"Good girl," she purred as she peeled the shirt off Emma.
Blonde curls cascaded around Emma's shoulders with a soft bounce after the shirt was discarded. Emma remained in a sitting position as she stared into brown eyes.
"Ready for the bra too, dear," Regina asked.
"Only if you call me Emma."
"You should be thankful I haven't called you Miss Swan since this morning on your couch."
"Then are you going to kiss me at any point?"
"I just di-"
"On the lips, Regina," Emma seriously said with an expression to match her tone.
Regina's chest fell in a silent sigh before she answered.
"No."
"Call me by my name."
Regina stayed quiet for another moment, the two of them staring at each other.
"That's my only demand," Emma said.
Regina searched green eyes for a few more seconds before she responded.
"I want to see you. Will you let me see you...Emma?"
The smallest of smiles Emma could pull off appeared on her face before she reached around and unhooked her own bra. She pulled the straps down her arms and dropped the bra to the floor by her skirt.
Regina gave a sincere smile as she appreciatively looked over Emma's breasts before returning her gaze to emerald eyes.
"Just as beautiful as I remember," Regina complimented her then curved her own body to lean down and kiss the area over Emma's heart.
Emma's eyes slowly closed when Regina's lips lingered on her skin.
After a moment more, Regina slid up to Emma's ear and purred in it.
"Lay back."
Emma obliged and her head landed on one of the two available pillows. She opened her eyes and stared up at Regina.
Brown eyes stared back even as Regina moved in closer once gain. She kissed the spot just under Emma's ear then trailed simple kisses along her jawline. One hand came up to Emma's right breast while she used the other to keep herself form crushing Emma under her full weight.
Regina's palm kneaded Emma's breasts before she teasingly ran a fingertip downward over a pinkish red nipple. It hardened under Regina's touch and encouraged the brunette's next move. She swiped the pad of her thumb across it as she kissed Emma's throat under her chin.
Emma moaned and arched her back again to feel more of Regina's playful hand. She turned her head to one side as she pushed it further into the pillow in an invitation for Regina to kiss more of her.
Regina started to lick and nip at smooth skin all over Emma's neck. She lowered herself to the blonde's collarbone and kissed then sucked at it. After a minute of harmless marking, she gently bit down on the skin. She brushed her thumb in a circle over Emma's nipple then slid her hand down Emma's front. She held it over Emma's center, still covered in black tights and panties, but didn't rest it between the woman's thighs.
Emma's breath hitched before a moan escaped.
Regina bit a little harder.
Emma whimpered and tensed under the other woman.
Regina rubbed her hand up and down over Emma's tights to create friction just above where Emma would need it most. When she heard Emma groan then felt her anxiously squirm beneath her, Regina bit down even harder.
Emma yelped and tried to wriggle away from Regina's mouth.
Regina ran her tongue over the bite mark then sucked on it to ease the pain. She moved her hand higher and took off Emma's tights then pulled her mouth away to speak.
"Emma," she softly said.
The blonde opened her eyes and instantly met brown.
"This is going to hurt, but I promise it'll be over soon. Do you think you can handle that?"
"Not my leg," Emma nearly pleased, breathless.
"No. Right...here," Regina slowly said as she lowered her mouth back onto Emma's clavicle.
She chastely kissed the small bruise that had started to form to get her point across to the younger woman.
"Try to focus on my hand if it starts to feel bad," Regina said as she slowly dragged her fingers up Emma's slit then moved them back down to their previous position. "Ready?"
She didn't know why Regina had warned her if she was supposed to be teaching some kind of lesson. That was aside from the fact that Regina never warned her when something would hurt, she just did it. But as Regina stared at her, waiting for an answer, she didn't dwell on it. She didn't give it another thought before she swallowed any doubts and nodded.
Regina slowly leaned in and didn't break eye contact with Emma until her mouth hovered over the bite mark. She closed her eyes and gave the area a wet kiss as she moved her middle finger under the side of Emma's panties. She slipped it underneath the material and teasingly rubbed it over one of Emma's lower lips. She pressed her thumb against the other woman's clit over the panties and waited until Emma moaned before she bit down hard enough to almost break the skin.
Emma cried out and convulsed under Regina. She thrashed around beneath Regina's hold and struggled to focus on anything other than the pain she felt at her collarbone. She tried take a deep breath but it only intensified the pain. She screamed when she made matters worse and lifted her leg, bent at the knee, toward her upper body high enough to agitate the wound.
Within a few more seconds, she felt the gauze absorb warm liquid. Her eyes squeezed shut, even as Regina lessened her bite and soothed the throbbing pain with her tongue, a couple tears streamed down her face.
Regina gave a final, open-mouth kiss to the angry red and purple mark she'd made before she looked at Emma again. She felt a pang of guilt in her chest when she noticed the tears on Emma's cheeks. She sat up on her knees and brushed away the tears on one side of Emma's face with the pad of her thumb.
Emma lowered her leg back onto the mattress and the gauze grazed Regina's side. She turned her head to look at the injured thigh and saw a pool of red seep into the gauze.
Emma unintentionally sobbed as she tried to regulate her breathing and calm down.
"It's okay," Regina cooed before she kissed away a tear on the side of Emma's face she hadn't touched. "I'll take care of it."
Regina removed herself from the bed and went downstairs to retrieve the gauze from the bathroom.
She grabbed antibiotic ointment and a wet wash cloth along with it and hurried back up to Emma's bedroom.
The blonde hadn't moved.
Regina set the supplies on the bed then stepped out of her heels. She got back onto the bed then carefully raised Emma's left leg. She unwrapped the stained gauze and laid out on the mattress under Emma's leg to catch any blood that might drip past her and onto the sheets.
Regina tried not to cringe when she saw the amount of fresh blood that trickled from the "R" she'd made. She patted the damp wash cloth on the wound to clean it as it continued to bleed out. She pressed as gently as she could for the next minute until she realized it wouldn't be enough to stop the bleeding.
"Brace yourself," she warned before she pressed down harder.
"Ah," Emma yelled as she jerked away from Regina's hand.
Regina didn't relent. Where Emma moved, she moved. She kept her hand on Emma's thigh and dabbed at the wound. She placed her free hand on Emma's right shoulder and forced her to lay flat on the mattress. She held her down as she tended to the blonde's thigh.
"Son of a bitch," Emma said through gritted teeth.
"I didn't open it again, did I," Regina asked, concerned and not at all like her cold, mayoral self.
Emma furrowed her brow in confusion as to why Regina suddenly cared. She gave Regina an answer anyway.
"No, I did it. I moved a certain way when you bit me and it just started bleeding. Sorry."
"Don't be. You have nothing to apologize for. It's my fault it's so sensitive. It wouldn't have opened so easily if I hadn't torn it open earlier."
It wasn't exactly an apology, but Emma figured it was as close as she'd get to a sincere one from Regina. She dropped the conversation and tried to forget about the pain in her thigh by appreciating Regina's body in the outfit the brunette wore just for her.
Emma looked from toned thighs to full breasts before her eyes landed on her clavicle. For the second time that day, she saw the bite mark she'd given Regina. Suddenly, it dawned on her.
"We match," she stated as she reached out and touched Regina's collarbone with her fingertips.
Regina slowly smiled as she stared at Emma for a few seconds then returned her attention to the other woman's thigh.
"Yes, we do."
"You did it on purpose?"
"Everything I do has purpose."
"Including my leg," Emma inquired with a disbelievingly raised eyebrow.
"Well, that was an accident, but you said I didn't do it this time so my statement is still true."
Emma gave a small smile, but it vanished when she hissed at the shot of pain that came from her thigh in that moment.
"Ah! It stings," Emma exclaimed as she wriggled under both of Regina's hands.
"Stop moving," Regina ordered without her usual bark.
"I'm uncomfortable," Emma whined.
Regina eased up on Emma's leg and leaned over the blonde. She brought her lips impossibly close to Emma's, her hand still on the younger woman's shoulder, and kissed the corner of her mouth.
Emma relaxed into the mattress and stopped resisting.
Regina started to pull away, but Emma shot a hand to the back of the brunette's neck and kept her in place.
"Again," Emma gently demanded.
Regina softly chuckled as she stared into green eyes. After a moment, she leaned in again to repeat her previous action.
Emma had a plan of her own and when Regina tried to kiss the corner of her mouth again, she quickly turned her head to capture Regina's lips.
Instantly, Regina felt the change in position and the second Emma's lips brushed against hers, she trapped Emma's bottom lip between her teeth. She turned the kiss into a nibble before it even became a kiss.
Emma groaned in frustration until Regina's tongue slid across her bottom lip. She contentedly sighed.
Regina released Emma's bottom lip and kissed the other corner of Emma's mouth, the corner she hadn't kissed the last time.
"It's as close as you'll get to a kiss...Emma," Regina said as she sat up then went back to cleaning and redressing Emma's thigh. "But I'm impressed with your effort to get one from me."
Regina smiled as she glanced at Emma then stared down at the sheriff's thigh.
"It won't be the last effort," Emma said.
"I certainly hope not. It's entertaining for me."
"Is that so," Emma smirked as she stifled a chuckle.
Regina pursed her lips to contain a grin.
"I told you before, I like it when you put up a fight."
Regina wrapped up Emma's thigh then smoothly ran her hand across the top of it over the gauze in a caring way.
Emma looked from Regina's face as the brunette stared down at her covered injury to the gauze. She reached out and placed her hand over Regina's on the gauze to stop her movements. It immediately caught Regina's attention.
Regina looked up and met soulful, immensely communicative eyes.
"Thank you," Emma said with an unusual seriousness.
There was an unspoken sentiment in her voice as well as her eyes and it sent shivers down Regina's spine. She felt something she couldn't label, couldn't put into words, but she recognized the feeling as one similar to that of what she'd felt under the apple tree.
"You're welcome," Regina said after a moment.
Emma slid her hand off Regina's before she spoke again.
"So...now that I'm all fixed up again, are you gonna continue with that lesson?"
Regina didn't hide the chuckle or grin Emma's question caused.
"Yes, dear."
Regina grabbed all the supplies she'd taken from the downstairs bathroom and set them on the nightstand.
"Now where was I," Regina asked with a purr as she slowly leaned in and kissed Emma's marked collarbone.
Emma's eyes fluttered closed.
Regina pulled back only far enough to see Emma's relaxed expression. She flashed a crooked smile then slid her hand inside Emma's panties.
Emma gasped in surprise at the forwardness of Regina's actions.
Regina didn't wait before she rubbed the tip of her middle finger over Emma's clit in a pressured circle.
Emma whimpered and bucked her hips to push against Regina's finger. She slid down the bed to bring her center closer to Regina's thighs.
Regina chuckled and used her knee to lift Emma's right leg toward the blonde's chest. She pressed the top of her left thigh flush against the back of Emma's right thigh.
"You're going to have to be relatively still, okay," Regina said as she slid her middle finger closer to Emma's opening and moved her thumb to Emma's clit.
Emma gave a single, short burst of laughter as she tried to control her shallow breathing. She bit her bottom lip before she replied.
"You know that's gonna be a problem for me."
Regina knowingly grinned.
"That I do."
"If I do that, stay still, will you kiss me," Emma asked.
Regina looked down at Emma's bandaged thigh.
"If you behave."
She met Emma's gaze before she continued.
"And if you can tell me what you learned when we're done."
"Challenge accepted," Emma smiled.
Regina widely grinned.
"Then allow me to explain to you something my words have failed to do," Regina said as she reached behind Emma and gripped the headboard with the hand that previously rested on the blonde's shoulder.
She slid her leg toward the headboard and closed the space between her sex and Emma's.
She moved her finger away from Emma's opening and back toward her clit to touch centers with Emma.
Emma moaned when Regina successfully made contact. She bucked her hips to grind against Regina.
It elicited an elongated moan from Regina before the brunette also brushed against Emma for more friction.
"So responsive," Regina breathlessly purred with a somewhat raspy voice.
Regina continued to circle over Emma's sensitive clit while she and Emma moved against each other. The movement drenched Emma's panties both inside and out from their joint effort.
Emma started to pant and reached out for Regina's hip. She clawed at the brunette's side as she forced Regina against her harder.
Regina took a few ragged breaths before she pulled her center away from Emma's.
"Patience," Regina whispered as she struggled to speak more than a single word.
Emma groaned.
"You said that before," Emma breathlessly said.
"Maybe this time you'll listen so I don't have to repeat myself a third time."
Regina's lips moved down to Emma's chest, over the blonde's heart and kissed it. The first kiss was sweet and chaste, the next was wet, the third was ravenous.
Emma closed her eyes again and moaned as she pushed her breasts in Regina's face for more. She gripped a fistful of Regina's hair with her left hand to keep her pressed firmly against her chest. She bit her bottom lip and held back a whimper as Regina's tongue danced across her skin. Her heart beat faster and both women could feel it. After a few more kisses, Emma forced Regina lower to a hard, expectant nipple.
Regina flicked the tip of her tongue over it and Emma couldn't contain the half scream, half moan that escaped her. Regina followed up with the flat of her tongue before she sucked the nipple between her lips.
Emma sighed as she squirmed beneath Regina with built up pleasure.
Regina pulled away from Emma's chest and hooked her fingers in Emma's panties. She gently pulled the thin fabric down Emma's injured thigh before she carelessly tossed them aside. Once Emma lay bare, she shifted herself to press her center against Emma's again.
Emma bit harder into her lower lip and whimpered as she slowly started to lift her left leg.
Regina brought her hand to Emma's left hip, above the gauze as not to irritate the sore wound, and pressed Emma's leg flat against the sheets. She leaned forward and placed her left hand back on the headboard then swung her leg over Emma's thigh.
"You can't move that leg," Regina huskily said.
Emma gasped as she felt Regina's sex collide with hers, no barrier in between.
Regina started to grind against Emma and closed her eyes as she gripped the headboard tighter. She made sounds she never once made before as she felt Emma move with her, against her. She brought her right hand up to the headboard to join her other hand as she sped up her pace. Her breathing quickly became erratic and she shot her eyes open to memorize Emma's face.
Emma's eyes were only half open, but they stared straight up at Regina as if the blonde knew Regina would want to look at her. Emma slowly slid her hands up Regina's skirt and palmed Regina's backside as she brought Regina down against her with heavy force.
Both women moaned as Regina threw her head back and continued to brush against Emma at a sensual pace.
Regina tried not to weigh down Emma's left leg, but when Emma winced she knew she'd been unsuccessful. She lifted herself onto one knee and slid it forward, toward the headboard, and rested it beside Emma's left breast on the bed. She started to move against Emma at an angle and neither one of them had any complaints.
Emma bucked her hips then created a small space between her and Regina so she could slip two fingers inside the other woman.
Regina moaned as she fell forward a little then opened her eyes. She looked down at Emma again and that time, Emma's eyes were completely open as they stared back at her.
"This is your lesson," Regina struggled to say, her words rasped out not much louder than a whisper. "Not mine."
Regina reached between them and easily slid two fingers into Emma.
Emma whimpered and licked her lips. She felt Regina pump into her then pull out and repeat before she had to bite her lip.
"Regina," Emma breathlessly moaned.
Emma, as stubborn as she was, slid in and out of Regina at a snail like pace while she allowed Regina to pleasure her. In fact, she didn't have much of a choice. Regina felt too good to focus on much else.
Regina kept her pace slow and sensual with shallow breathing and a sheen of sweat. Her entire body started to overheat as she felt Emma inside her. It had felt as though far too much time had passed for them have gone without touching like that.
I should be stopping her, Regina thought as she started to ride Emma's fingers.
Her brain and her heart, or rather her libido, were in disagreement.
Emma fought to keep her vision focused on Regina. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her fingers slowed even more as she allowed Regina to do all the work.
Regina bit her lip for a few seconds as she panted and rolled her hips forward and back. She stared down at Emma, felt the change of pace from the blonde, and grinned.
Seems to me she'll still learn this lesson, Regina proudly thought.
"Look at me," Regina commanded, though she wasn't cruel or harsh about it.
Emma didn't open her eyes.
"I said I wanted to see you, didn't I," Regina started with a new approach. "Let me see those pretty eyes, Emma."
Regina gently, slowly twisted her fingers inside Emma as she slid into her again.
Emma moaned and quickly met Regina's gaze.
"There's my girl," Regina lightly encouraged with a grin. "My Emma."
Emma clawed at Regina's hip again with her free hand as she started to lift her left leg again while she squirmed.
It brushed against Regina's backside and instantly, the brunette countered the action.
Regina moved forward, Emma's fingers still inside her, and stopped her fingers inside Emma.
Emma groaned.
"Leg down," Regina said.
Emma tried to move against Regina's fingers, but Regina lowered herself onto Emma and crushed the top half of her body under her weight. Her body flush against Emma's trapped them together in a hard to move position, though she kept a hand on the headboard for leverage.
"Leg," she warned. "Or this stops."
Emma pouted and put her leg flat on the bed again.
Regina chuckled and moved back to her previous position. As she did, she pushed down onto Emma's fingers before she moaned into a kiss against Emma's neck. She looked at Emma again and smirked when she saw Emma's eyes were fixed solely on her.
Regina tried to keep herself steady as Emma matched her pace, the two of them moving slowly together.
Both their walls almost simultaneously tightened around each others' fingers.
"This is the lesson," Regina started. "No one will make you feel the way you're about to feel. No one but me. That is what makes you mine."
Emma's breath hitched as she felt Regina curl her fingers inside her. She mirrored the action and got the same effect.
Regina bit her lip to minimize her grin. She continued to slide in and out.
Emma gripped Regina's shirt just above the woman's hip. She clung to it as she felt herself reach the brink. She tugged on it and forced Regina to curl her body more toward her.
They continued to stare at each other, watch the other struggle to keep their eyes open and trained on the other.
Regina's knuckles turned white from the death grip she had on the headboard while Emma fought with herself to keep her left leg from having a spasm. She learned a good deal about self-control in those last few moments before climax.
Emma pushed her head into the pillow, her neck more exposed, but maintained eye contact.
Regina leaned in, her lips dangerously close to Emma's as her labored breathing hit slightly chapped, pink lips.
"Regina," Emma moaned as she came undone.
Halfway through the sound of her own name leaving Emma's lips, Regina let go. She felt her release as the two of them stared through the fog that clouded their vision during their sexual high. She hummed as she closed the small distance between their lips and kissed Emma.
Emma smiled into the kiss and finally closed her eyes.
Regina's lips melted against Emma's as she kept things simple. No tongue, but not too quick either.
Emma started to kiss back, ready for more. She tried to slip her tongue past Regina's parted lips.
Regina felt herself craving more. She wanted to grant Emma entrance, but she felt a shift in her chest. Her heart seemed warmer than usual and she thought she felt what could only be butterflies in the pit of her stomach.
She broke the kiss.
Emma smiled as slowly opened her eyes to watch Regina pull away.
The sleepy though satisfied look on the blonde's face made Regina smile back before she suddenly remembered the point to her demonstration.
"If you ever find yourself in Ms. Lucas' company as more than friends, my advice is that you don't underestimate me. You have no idea what I'm capable of. Have you learned your lesson?"
"No one...can touch me but you. Keep things between me and Ruby at a strictly friends level."
"Such a good student," Regina grinned before she brought her lips to Emma's chest.
She kissed above Emma's heart once more and removed her fingers from Emma. When she lifted her head again, she looked over at Emma's digital clock on the nightstand.
"I have to go," Regina said. "I should've been back at the office twenty minutes ago."
Regina got out of the bed and started to fix her hair before she crouched down and grabbed her heels.
"Oh," Emma said as she remembered something. "On your way out, there's a salad for you in the carry out bag from Granny's downstairs."
"You bought me lunch," Regina asked as she stood and turned to Emma, surprised.
"Yeah. I thought maybe if you ate something you wouldn't be so grumpy."
Regina chuckled.
"Apparently, all I needed was you."
No sooner had the words come out of her mouth before Regina realized what she'd said. She cleared her throat and walked over to the side of the bed.
"Thank you," she said before she leaned in and kissed Emma's bite mark. "Don't feed Henry tonight before you drop him off. I'd like it if he'd actually eat the dinner I make for him instead of leaving me with leftovers for the week."
"Fine."
"I'm...sorry about your leg, Miss Swan," Regina said over her shoulder when she reached the bedroom door.
And there it was. A sincere apology from Regina Mills, but Emma couldn't get past the formality of it.
"You're gonna stop calling me Emma?"
"In public, always. Behind closed doors, play your cards right and I'll call you whatever you want, dear."
Regina crookedly smirked as her eyes darkened with desire and lust before she went downstairs.
Emma sighed and relaxed completely into the bed for a moment before she got up and started to get dressed.
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