Regina Mills was internally freaking the fuck out. That was Henry's birth mother! That blonde-haired, green-eyed goddess. Regina Mills was not a lesbian. She wasn't even bi-sexual, but she also wasn't blind. The woman was breathtaking, and she immediately hated her.
'You're Henry's birth mother?' She asked incredulously. Her face was streaked with tears. She was well aware that she looked a mess.
Emma gave a little half-smile. 'Hi,' she answered timidly. Fucking hell, she thought. Her son's mother was a walking, wet dream. Even with tears running down her face and her makeup ruined, she still looked like a goddamn masterpiece.
Regina straightened herself. She needed this woman to leave. She should have never been able to enter the town in the first place. Regina had no idea how an outsider being in Storybrooke would affect her curse, and she couldn't take any chances. 'Thank you for returning, my son. I can imagine you'll want to be heading back to wherever you came from,' she said with a fake smile.
Emma took in the brunette woman's defensive posture and plastic smile and smirked. This woman saw her as a threat, and she didn't even know her yet. Well, she had some time to kill, so maybe she could stick around for a while, for the kid, obviously. He didn't seem happy and it wouldn't hurt to make sure there wasn't anything untoward going on.
Actually, I think I might stick around for a few days. I could do with a break from work and this seems like a nice quiet town.'
Regina's hackles instantly raised, and her eyes blazed with anger. 'I'd like to remind you, Miss Swan, that it was a closed adoption. You have absolutely no rights to my son,' she gritted out.
Emma smirked. 'Oh, I'm well aware Madame Mayor, after all, it was me who signed the papers.'
Regina had to hand it to the woman. She had balls. But there was no way she was going to take this lying down. She didn't want Emma Swan in her town, and she certainly didn't want her near her son.
'Henry is my son. I've raised him for ten years. You're just a shiny new toy, but believe me, the novelty will wear off soon enough.'
'I don't doubt that, therefore, it won't hurt if I stay a few days.'
Emma was well aware that people very rarely wanted to keep her around, and she didn't think for a second that her son would be any different. Henry was obviously going through something and had probably only come to find her to spite his mom. He would get bored with her soon enough, and she would go back to her child-free life in Boston, which consisted solely of work and hookups.
Regina still wasn't pleased, but she nodded, then turned and walked away. She was nearly at her front door when she heard Emma's voice again. 'Thank you,' she said sincerely.
Regina spun around to face her with a puzzled look. 'For raising him, and for loving him,' clarified Emma.
Regina was speechless for a moment. She wasn't expecting the raw sincerity in Emma's tone. She felt a pang of something in her chest, but she ignored it. 'It's what a mother does,' she replied curtly before she stepped inside and shut the door, leaving Emma standing in the driveway.
She had gone and checked on Henry after her talk with Miss Swan and she had found him asleep, on top of his covers, with all of his clothes still on. She had woken him up and asked him to get dressed for bed. He had grumbled but done as he was told. He hadn't wanted her to tuck him in, nor had he wanted a goodnight kiss. It broke Regina's heart to have him act this way towards her, and she barely made it out of his room before the tears fell. She was aware that he was aware of her curse. He had asked her about it and she had panicked and denied it. She knew if she told the truth, she would lose him for good, and now he had found his real mother, which only confirmed her fears.
The tears were still falling a few hours later as she laid in bed. Thoughts of Emma Swan, and her stupid beautiful face plaguing her mind. That was another thing that was annoying her. Why did her brain think it was appropriate to use such adjectives to describe the birth mother of her son? She hadn't even paid that much attention to her. she definitely hadn't noticed her bright green eyes, long wavy blonde hair, pink thin lips that looked really soft or how she was slim but with curves in all the right places, and even if she had she would never admit to it. Emma Swan was an inconvenience, and the sooner she left town, the better.
She wasn't prepared to give up her son and would do anything in her power to make sure that Emma Swan didn't steal him away from her, and she had a few plans up her sleeve.
Their rivalry only escalated over the next few days. Regina took Emma apples, followed by a tiny threat. Emma opened the door in her underwear, and regina had a hard time keeping her eyes on her face. She then set Emma up by framing her for stealing Henry's files from Archie.
Emma retaliated by sawing a branch off her apple tree. Regina was quite rightly furious and had come storming outside, only to stop dead when she noticed how toned Emma's arms were. Her biceps were bulging, and Regina subconsciously licked her lips. Then she cursed herself because, of course, Emma had noticed and she was now sporting a cocky grin.
Are you finished checking me out?' She Said with a raised eyebrow. This was the third time the Mayor had looked at her like that, and Emma found herself flattered and also highly amused. It wasn't like she hadn't checked the brunette woman out because she had multiple times.
Regina snapped her eyes to Emma's face. 'I-I was not checking you out,' she sputtered. The nerve of this woman.
Emma chuckled. 'You keep telling yourself that. And also if you threaten me again, I'll come back for the rest of this tree, because sister, you have no idea what I'm capable of,' she replied before she walked away.
The next morning Regina had woken up soaked. She recalled a dream about Emma pushing her up against her tree and fucking the living daylights out of her. It was then that she admitted to herself that maybe she did have a tiny crush on her son's birth mother. It was probably just because Regina had never seen another human as beautiful as Emma Swan. It would eventually fade, and Emma was leaving town anyway, so there was nothing to worry about.
She thanked the Gods it was Saturday, and she had a lunch appointment with Graham. Surely fucking somebody else would take her mind off the infuriating blonde. Graham had never actually given her an orgasm, but then she had never allowed him to. Sex for her wasn't about the pleasure, it was about the power, and Regina loved nothing more than being in control. To be honest, the Queen had never had an orgasm in her life. The only other person she had sex with was the king, and well, she didn't want to think about that right now.
She did, however, want to experience it at least once, she had read up on it after she had heard Ruby mention it to one of her waitress friends the wolf had described it as mind-blowing and it had intrigued the Mayor so she had done some research on female orgasms and the many ways to achieve them. Oral sex and masturbation seemed to be the most effective ways though some women could actually orgasm through penetration. Regina didn't think she was one of those. the website had also mentioned same-sex couples and that was the first time Regina had learned about lesbians and bisexuals. She was a bit ashamed to admit that she had spent a bit more time in that section, but she chalked it up to just being curious because same gender loving was almost unheard of in the enchanted forest, and she was fascinated by it.
She had always been able to appreciate the female form, but that was normal, wasn't it? Being able to recognise somebody else's beauty. she had only ever been sexually attracted to one male, and that was Daniel. They had never gone any further than groping, but after every kiss and fumble, her panties had been soaked. And she certainly had never found a female sexually attractive, well that was until now. She briefly wondered if Emma was a lesbian, but she cut those thoughts off as soon as they manifested into visuals of all the ways Emma could show her that she liked women, most of them sexual.
She had very briefly tried masturbation. It wasn't something she had known about. She had always been taught that the only person that should touch you there was your husband. after twenty minutes of touching herself, nothing had happened, so she'd given up and never tried again. She had resigned herself to the fact that climaxing just wasn't for her. Though maybe that would change today because she had never in her life been this turned on.
She entered her room in the bed-and-breakfast a few hours later. She had told her son that under no circumstances was he to leave the house while she was gone, although she didn't actually think he would stick to those rules.
Graham was already there, and she practically pounced on him. She had never been this enthusiastic about sleeping with him before. She hadn't even got undressed. She unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans as well as his boxers before she pushed him onto the bed and straddled him. She kept her mind blank as she rode him wildly. He had tried to tell her to slow down at one point, but she ignored him.
It was after ten minutes that she realised nothing was happening. The desire she had felt all morning had disappeared. All she felt now was frustration. She opened her eyes and looked down at her bedmate. His face was contorted in pleasure, and she could tell he was close. Just as she suspected, a few moments later, he cried out. 'Regina, I'm close,'
She sighed as she got off him, then turned away as he finished himself off. The thought of watching him made her feel sick. They didn't speak as she gathered her things and he pulled on his clothes. She left the room a few minutes later.
As she was driving back to the mansion, she let out a frustrated sigh. She thought that having sex with the sheriff would work, but instead, she had been sorely disappointed. She was now drier than the Sahara desert. Her mood only got worse when she pulled up to see Emma's yellow monstrosity parked outside her house.
She got out of her car and knocked on the window of Emma's. Her lip was curled into a snarl, and she was ready to give Emma a piece of her mind. Emma rolled the window down and smiled.
'Hey, Regina. How was your meeting?'
Regina glared at her. 'My meeting is none of your concern. Now I want to know why you're loitering outside of my house in your ugly yellow coffin on wheels when I explicitly told you to keep away from my son.'
Emma's forehead creased in confusion before it clicked. 'Damn it, Henry,' she cursed. At Regina's disapproving glare, she explained. 'He told me that you said I could spend a few hours with him while you were at your meeting. I was just about to knock. He said you wouldn't be back until three.'
Regina sneered at her. 'Why on earth would you believe him? You know that I don't want you anywhere near him, so why would I suddenly change my mind?'
Emma's eyes narrowed and her jaw clenched. 'I don't know. Maybe I thought you were being a decent human being for once in your life. Crazy, right?' She chuckled humourlessly.
Regina leaned forward into Emma's car so their faces were inches apart. 'I want you out of my town, and as far away as possible from my son. I know all about your stint in prison, and I won't have my Henry around a criminal,' she growled dangerously.
Emma stared at Regina's face. God, she was hot when she was angry, and the blonde felt a twitch in her groin. Her eyes flicked from the brunette's eyes to her lips. All she had to do was lean forward an inch and she could taste those red plump lips that looked extremely kissable.
Regina watched the blonde's eyes as they darted back and forward and settled on her lips. She felt her face heat up as Emma bit her bottom lip sexily. Her own eyes flicked to the soft pink lips that she had dreamed about and she felt the desire that had been there earlier return tenfold. Her breathing deepened and her clit throbbed needily. She knew she needed to walk away, but her body was frozen in place.
They gazed at each other, unmoving and unspeaking, both fighting an internal war. It was obvious they were attracted to one another, but they also loathed each other. Regina subconsciously licked her lips.
'Did the sheriff not fuck you good enough, madame mayor?' Asked Emma huskily. Her eyes had darkened with lust, and she wanted nothing more than to fuck the anger out of the gorgeous, stuck up brunette in front of her.
Regina was caught off guard by the question, but once it registered, she reared back. 'That is none of your business,' she hissed.
Emma smirked. She hadn't known for sure what was going on with the Mayor and the Sheriff, but that basically confirmed it. 'Maybe not, but since you're still so uptight and frustrated. I'd say he didn't do his job properly,' she replied brazenly.
Regina was taken aback by the nerve of this woman. No one would dare talk to her like that and get away with it, yet Emma Swan seemed to have no sense of danger. Then again, she didn't know exactly who she was dealing with. 'Oh, and you think you could do a better job, do you?' She sneered, hoping to fluster the woman just as much as she was.
Emma's smirk only got bigger, though. 'For sure, but I don't think you could handle me, Madame Mayor,' she winked. She didn't, for a second, expect Regina to take her up on her offer, but it was fun to get under her skin.
Regina was not expecting that answer. This woman was outright saying she would fuck her, and the mayor had no idea how to respond. She hated how much Emma's arrogance turned her on. She was probably going to have to try the masturbation thing again, and throw away her underwear.
'I would never lower myself to scum like you,' she snarled.
'Maybe you should tell your body that,' provoked Emma with a cheeky grin. She leaned forward, so she was in Regina's space again, and brought her lips to the Mayor's ear. 'I bet you're just dripping,' she whispered. She felt Regina shudder and she mentally high five'd herself.
Feeling Emma's hot breath on her skin made Regina feel things she had never felt before. Her heart was pounding, her stomach was fluttering and all she could think about was the blondes, toned arms, soft lips, and how good she smelled. She realised at that moment that she wanted nothing more than for Emma to kiss her, and well, that definitely was not an option.
'I am not,' she lied. 'And unless you want to be charged with sexual assault. I would take your hands off me this instant,' she added dangerously, finally regaining some of her composure.
Emma backed off quickly, yes she wanted to tease Regina, but she did not want her to think she was some sort of sexual predator. 'Sorry, it won't happen again,' she apologised.
Regina stepped back and nodded. She ignored the feeling of disappointment that settled in her chest. 'I think it's time you left.'
Emma gave her a half smile, and she bit the inside of her cheek to stop her own lips from lifting. Why was the woman's smile so infectious? It was extremely irksome, and Regina was getting fed up with her body, not cooperating with her brain.
'Agreed. Tell the kid to stop lying. It's not cool,' replied Emma.
Regina didn't reply. She turned and walked away, not once looking back. Once she got inside the house and shut the door. She leaned her head on it and took a deep breath. She needed to talk to Henry, and then she needed a cold shower.