Emma paced around the apartment she shared with Mary Margret. It was nearly ten at night, but she was still feeling the adrenaline dump from the incident at the mines. Henry was safe. He was home with his mother. Emma kept reminding herself of this, but it did little to relax her
Help me.
Regina's words kept echoing in her mind.
Help me.
The mayor had shown Emma that she could put aside their differences for the sake of Henry, but as soon as he had been safe, Regina had shoved Emma away again. It made her feel like dirt; it infuriated her. Emma had saved Henry's life and the other woman couldn't even muster a thank you. It was Regina's ultimatum to Archie that had put Henry in danger in the first place.
Emma rung her hands and jumped around a few times in the kitchen trying to expel her excess energy. She felt like she could go out and run a marathon with how restless she was. Emma closed her eyes, thinking back. She had seen the relief on Regina's face when Henry had first been pulled up and the Mayor had embraced him. She had looked so beautiful and genuine, and Emma could feel the love radiating from the woman. But it had been so brief and then the typical sneer returned. Emma wanted to see the relief again, she wanted to know that Henry would be safe and loved in this life. That's all she wanted this whole time. It was the only reason why she remained in Storybrooke.
Before Emma could second guess herself, she pulled out her phone and texted Regina. Are you awake?
Regina stood in her son's doorway and watched him sleep. Her hands still trembled, her nerves a wreck from the day's events. She hadn't felt this helpless for twenty-eight years. She was losing control; she was losing Henry. Regina had no doubt now that Emma was the savior. She had proved it today by saving Henry. Emma's role in the story had already begun and Regina doubted she would be able to put a stop to it. A small part of her doubted she wanted to stop it. She was tired. She was bored. She tried to remind herself of what would happen once the curse broke. They wouldn't let her live, not after all she had done. She needed to muster up the strength to fight them, to survive.
Regina had received a text from the irritating blonde nearly a half hour ago, which Regina ignored. She didn't want to see anymore of Emma Swan tonight. Regina needed to clear her head and think. Emma Swan clouded her judgement, made her angry enough to react without thinking. She couldn't risk even the slightest slip up at this juncture. If she had any hopes of defeating the savior, she needed to be at her best.
Regina walked back to her bedroom and slipped off her heals and took off her belt. She started to unbutton her shirt when she heard the ping of her phone. She glanced down and saw Emma's name flash across the screen. Sighing, Regina read the message.
I know you're awake. I can see your shadow in the window.
Regina closed her eyes, wishing the other woman away. Her phone pinged again.
We need to talk.
Regina knew Emma wasn't going to leave until they spoke and she didn't need anymore destruction to her apple trees if she refused to talk. Regina went downstairs and opened the front door the see the deputy pacing rapidly on her front porch.
"Miss Swan," Regina focused on making her voice as cool as possible. "It's late."
"I just wanted to make sure Henry was okay." Emma moved to stand before the other woman, finally ending her frantic walking. She started to bite her nails, a move that Regina found annoying and unhygienic. She had worked hard to break Henry of the same habit several years ago.
"He's fine, Miss Swan. Sound asleep."
The two women silently stared at each other for a few moments. Regina could tell that Emma still had no intention of leaving, so she rolled her eyes and stepped back to allow the other woman inside.
Emma followed Regina into the home office where the Mayor poured them each a glass of cider. But Emma waved her off, "I need to keep a level head; I already feel like I'm in a fog."
Regina took a sip of her cider, placing Emma's glass on the desk. She noticed the way the blonde's eyes skimmed up her body and raised her eyebrows in response. Emma blushed at being silently called out by the other woman. "I don't think I've ever seen you without heels. You're much shorter than I thought... less... intimidating."
"I can go put them on." Regina tone was sarcastic, but she was almost serious. She didn't like Emma's statement. She didn't want Emma to see her as anything other than a cold-hearted bitch. It would be easier for all three of them that way... in the end. Emma and Henry would hate her, just like everyone else in this realm.
"No, I... no." Emma replied nervously. She began to pace the floor of Regina's office, her hands behind her back. Regina leaned against her desk, silently watching the other woman while sipping on her cider. She waited for Emma to process whatever was running through her mind into words. As she paced, Emma's smell wafted over Regina, a odd warmth hinting with cinnamon. Regina was irritated by herself at finding the scent somewhat comforting.
They stayed in that manner for several minutes until Regina finished her drink. She then replaced it in her hands with Emma's full one, taking another drawn out sip. The alcohol had already started to buzz her brain and had an even greater effect given how tired she was. "Miss Swan, it's late and I'm tired. It has been a very long and stressful day for both of us and if you have nothing pressing, I would like to go to bed."
Emma stopped pacing and turned to look at Regina, giving her a once over for a second time tonight. She still wore her tan dress pants. But her shirt was untucked, and the first few buttons were undone to show just a hint of cleavage. Her usually immaculate hair was slightly askew, and she looked... tired. For the first time since Emma had met her, Regina actually looked human and fallible. And Emma found it beautiful.
The adrenaline that had been rushing through Emma's body for the last few hours suddenly dropped to her core, making her instantly wet and needy for the woman before her. She reached out, gently grabbing the back of Regina's neck to pull her in. Emma moved her lips closer to Regina's ready to close the gap, when the brunette suddenly and forcefully pushed her back.
"What are you doing?" Regina hissed in surprise.
Emma stepped back, her facing having gone pale and her mouth hanging open, surprised at herself. 'Oh my, God," Emma whispered.
Emma immediately moved to the door wanting to escape the humiliation of her own actions. As soon as she reached the doorframe of the office she heard Regina's voice, strong and determined, "Wait."
Emma turned and saw Regina tilting her head back, downing the second glass of Cider. Setting the empty glass down, Regina walked in front of Emma, closing the office door. The brunette turned around with her eyes closed and leaned against the back of the door, taking a deep breath.
When Regina's eyes opened, they were dark with desire. "If we do this, I have one rule."
"Yes?" Emma managed to croak out.
"No kissing."
"No kissing?"
"I don't want her lips anywhere on my body. Do you understand?"
Emma nodded in agreement, but found herself asking "Why?"
"I've always hated kissing. I find it unsanitary." The promise of a true love's kiss. Regina scoffed at the thought. Something she'd never attain again.
Emma stared at the other woman, taking in her beauty. Emma for her part loved to kiss. And she enjoyed using her mouth to pleasure her female partners. But right now, she just needed release. Right now, she needed some physical connection to tie her to the woman in front of her, tie her to her son's mother.
"Alright," Emma confirmed.
Regina gave Emma small sinister smile and pushed the blonde backwards with a single shove. Regina slowly moved forward and began to unbutton the last few buttons on her blouse, but Emma reached out stilling her hands. "I like to unwrap my own presents."
Regina's smile widen in surprise as Emma reached out and finished unbuttoning Regina's shirt. It took everything in Emma's power not to kiss down Regina's neck as Emma pulled off the other woman's shirt.
Regina tugged off Emma's jacket, letting it fall to the floor. She pushed the blonde back until Emma was sitting on the desk. Regina pulled off Emma's belt in one swift motion and unbuttoned her jeans. When Regina went to pull them down, Emma stopped her. "Wait, I want to touch you first."
Regina threw her head back and laughed mercilessly. "I don't think so, dear." Before Emma could protest more, Regina added, "My house, my rules." She pulled off Emma's jeans and panties in one swoop.
Regina pushed her whole body between Emma's legs and used her hands to push the blonde's legs further apart, spreading her wide. Regina traced her right hand up Emma's inner thigh before entering Emma's warmth with two fingers. Both women closed their eyes at the contact and Emma let out a pleasurable moan.
Emma expected Regina to be fast and hard, and she knew with how wound up she was that she wouldn't be able to last long. She expected Regina to say something crass or demeaning, but was taken back when Regina whispered, "So beautiful." Surprised when a gentle hand softly when under her shirt and massaged her breast. Surprised at the hand at her center slowly pushed in and out as if relishing the experience instead of a frantic, lust filled pace fitting of an evil queen.
Emma let out a moan at the tenderness and brought her eyes up go watch the other woman. Regina wasn't looking at Emma, instead focusing on what her hand was doing. Her face showed the same relaxed expression that Emma had seen earlier at the mine. Emma wanted that face to focus on hers and without thinking, instinctively pulled at Regina's bare shoulders. She tried to pull the woman in for a kiss but Regina twisted back. Her glare reset and her hand stilled.
"I'll stop this immediately if you can't control yourself, Miss Swan," came the icy voice.
Emma tried desperately not to react by grinding her hips. Desperate for the delicious friction in her center to continue. "Sorry, natural reaction." When Regina did nothing to continue their pace, Emma added, "It won't happen again."
Regina became more aggressive at that point, more of what Emma had expected. She added a third finger and increased the force and the pace of entering Emma's cunt. She circled Emma's clit and roughly pulled at her nipple with her other hand.
"Rrregina," Emma stuttered desperately as she grew closer to a climax.
Regina brought her lips tantalizingly close to Emma's ear. Her warm breath tickling her neck. "You feel so good, so warm." Emma moaned again and wrapped her legs around Regina pulling her in even closer. Emma breathed in, could smell the apple sent of Regina everywhere, could almost taste it. She was so close.
"Cum for me, baby," Regina whispered softly. It was just what Emma need to push her over the edge into a blissful orgasm. Emma reached out, grasping at Regina's shoulder's drawing her into a hug and melding their bodies together.
"Regina," Emma moaned as her head fell back and she arched her breasts against the other woman's.
Regina pulled back slightly but kept their bodies still in contact. She withdrew her hand and Emma found another burst of arousal when Regina closed her eyes and sucked on the tip of her index finger that had been in Emma, tasting the blonde's essence. Regina eyes opened in a flash, deep with arousal. "Delicious," Regina purred.
Emma pushed up from the desk, spinning Regina around. She desperately wanted to kiss the other woman but settled for hastily reaching for the other woman's pants. Just as she went to pull them down, the women heard a voice calling from upstairs. "Mom?" Followed by a more desperate, "Mom!"
Regina pushed Emma back, her face morphing in surprise. It was quickly replaced by the mayoral mask. "I'll be right there, Sweetheart," Regina yelled as she rushed to pick up her shirt off the ground, pulling it on. Regina turned to Emma before leaving the room, whispering harshly, "I trust you can see yourself out."
And with that the other woman disappeared leaving Emma still nude from the waist down in the office.
Regina rushed up the stairs. She was filled with embarrassment and anger at herself with getting carried away from the blonde. Regina hadn't even realized the attraction was there until Emma had made a move on her. And then she had seemed powerless to resist the blonde. She had craved her, wanted to be consumed by her.
"Mom!" Regina heard Henry's frantic voice again. She couldn't remember the last time Henry had called out to her. The last time he sought her out for comfort. She felt an instant relief and she sat down on his bed, pulling him into a hug, his small arms wrapping around her.
As Regina hugged her son, she realized how much she didn't want this to end. She wanted to be there to watch him grow. To see him graduate, get a job, get married. She couldn't let herself be distracted by Emma again. Emma was her mortal enemy and she had to defeat her.