Regina didn't even glance at her secretary as she stormed into town hall the next morning, merely picking up a folder of files to look over and slamming her office door behind her.
Last night had been... well, after the mausoleum debacle, it had been amazing. She had been well on her way to the strongest orgasm yet until the phantom sensation that had been getting her off stopped suddenly, leaving her wet and needy on her couch.
She'd woken up the same combination of angry and aroused that she usually did, but this time both sensations were stronger, rawer and closer to the surface.
She couldn't decide if she wanted to murder or fuck the next person to walk into her office.
"Madame Mayor?"
Regina flinched and looked up with a sharp glare. Of course it was the sheriff, when was it anyone else?
"What do you want, Miss Swan?" she asked through gritted teeth.
Emma at least had the decency to look down at her boots before continuing.
"Look, I just wanted to say I'm sorry."
Regina blinked once, twice, three times, waiting for the words to make sense.
"Excuse me?" she asked finally, after the silence had grown awkward.
"I'm sorry, okay? I know I was being bratty yesterday and I know how worried you are about Henry and I am too, you know? I worry about not being able to protect him all the time... I worry about not being able to protect all the people I care about."
The last part was mumbled softly, like Emma didn't want to admit what she was saying and Regina felt something in her chest squeeze a little.
"Well. I'm glad you're seeing some sense," Regina said carefully, completely thrown off by the unexpected apology.
"Also..." Emma paused, finally looking up from her boots with a cheeky grin. "Can me and Henry go play video games at the mansion tonight?"
"Of course," the mayor replied automatically. "I'll make lasagna and you can come around six."
Emma beamed that 1000 watt smile before turning on her heels and leaving without another word.
Regina realized she had probably made a tactical error somewhere in that conversation but it was hours until she realized she'd been masterfully manipulated.
Well played, Swan.
That evening, Regina opened the door to two identical excited smiles. She rolled her eyes. "The TV's already on in the den and dinner will be ready in half an hour," she said in an exasperated tone. She stepped aside and like a shot mother and son had burst through the door and were racing down the hall. "Thanks, Mom!" "Thanks, Regina!"
She sighed as she closed the door, a little dissappointed that she hadn't been greeted more enthusiastically by her son. She turned around to head back to the kitchen only to find herself wrapped in a tight hug. "It's nice to see you," Henry mumbled into her shirt. A genuine smile broke across her face and she returned the embrace just as tightly. "It's nice to see you too, my little prince."
Regina found herself still smiling as she busied herself finishing up her world famous apple pie. The sounds of laughter pealed through the mansion, filling it with warmth, and she found she was truly happy for the first time in a while.
Removing her apron and smoothing down her shirt she headed to the source of the noise. Something warm bloomed within her as she walked in to find Emma dancing ridiculously while Bowser celebrated his win on screen. "Yeah! Who's your momma? I am! I totally whooped you!" Emma cried victoriously. Henry groaned good naturedly before noticing his other mother. "What are you smiling about, Mom?" he asked with a grin. Regina felt herself blush as Emma whipped around to scrutinize her. "How childish your other mother is," she quipped dryly, schooling her features. Emma gasped in mock offense while Henry giggled. "I'll have you know that I am the adultiest adult I know," she said loudly, striking a superhero pose. The mayor couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of her, causing Emma to give her that famous Charming grin. Henry looked between them happily, glad to see his mothers getting along. "Dinner is ready by the way," Regina finally announced and had to step out of the way as the two scrambled for the dining room. She rolled her eyes but still smiled softly at their antics.
"This looks and smells absolutely amazing, Regina," Emma said appreciatively, serving herself a large portion of the homemade lasagna. Regina found herself smirking. "Just wait until you try it, dear. I think you'll find it tastes even better than it looks." There was a heavy moment of eye contact between the two women before Henry interjected with, "She's right! Mom's lasagna is the best." With everyone served, Emma finally took a bite...and let out the most indecent moan. Regina had to clamp her legs together to quell the feeling it wrought in her. She was suddenly, frustratingly, aware of the fact she had been...interrupted last night. "God, Regina, it's so good!" Emma groaned, stuffing her face with more and more of the delicious lasagna. Regina couldn't help but chuckle at the childish display. How is this woman so sexy and adorable at the same time? Wait... did I just think the word adorable? What's happening to me?
The night went quickly after that, with similar far too sexy noises leaving the blonde's lips when she tasted Regina's apple pie and more games.
"That's no fair!" Henry shouted after losing to the sheriff once again. Emma was smirking proudly next to him on the couch and Regina was trying very hard not to laugh at his adorable pout from her position on the armchair. "Mom, I can't beat her. You've got to cut her down to size!" "I don't know about-," Regina started before the blonde interrupted with her loud laughing. "Kid, there's no way your Mom can beat me!" she shouted triumphantly. With that, Regina's competitive side was unleashed and no one could stop her now. "Fine. Henry, give me your remote and choose the game," she said with all the cold fierceness of the Evil Queen, "but when I win I want more than bragging rights." "Alright then," Emma replied, smirking, "Winner gets to dare the loser to do anything." Regina nodded her assent, looking far too regal. Emma still looked mostly amused and her smirk widened as Mario Kart was chosen for them. "Oh, you're going down." She sat on the couch as Regina rose from her armchair and joined her. Emma quickly chose Bowser and smiled wide when Regina chose Rosalina. "Seriously, that's who you're going with?" Regina made no comment and simply started the game, choosing Rainbow Road as their track. At that, Emma frowned slightly but still seemed determined.
Just a few minutes later Emma sat in shock, jaw dropped open while watching Rosalinda serenely waving from atop the 1st place pillar. Bowser meanwhile was kicking dejectedly in last place. "How did you even..." Emma mumbled quietly. "I have my ways," Regina said mysteriously. While normally not one to gloat, she did accept a high five from the whooping and laughing Henry. "You just got owned, Ma!!" he shouted joyously. Regina let him celebrate for a while longer before noticing the clock over her mantle. "It's past your bedtime, young man." Henry groaned and slumped his shoulders but nodded as a yawn bubbled up in him. "Can I sleep here tonight, Ma?" Emma smiled warmly at him, he was just too cute when he was tired. "If it's alright with your mom?" she asked, facing Regina. The mayor was finding herself suppressing tears of happiness and so nodded rather than risking words. "Awesome," Henry mumbled tiredly. He yawned before lazily hugging both his moms and heading upstairs.
Once he had gone to bed Regina composed herself, automatically getting up to pour herself and Emma some cider. "Thank you for this," she said stiffly as she handed one of the glasses to the sheriff. Emma looked surprised, but smiled softly as she accepted both the thanks and the cider. "I know he misses you," she said softly, "even after everything you're still his mom." Regina took a hearty swig of the alcohol to hide the emotions suddenly overcoming her. "Now," Emma said suddenly, "about this dare..." Regina couldn't help but chuckle at the nervous expression on the Savior's face. "Oh no, dear," the queen said with an evil leer, "I'd like to take my time thinking of a suitable punishment for you." Emma shivered, unable to suppress the bolt of desire that shot through her at the mayor's tone. The mayor also found herself feeling a little flushed. Perhaps "punishment" was not exactly the appropriate word... "Well whatever you choose can't be worse than what I've done in between foster homes," Emma said with a light chuckle, "Bored preteens can be pretty creative." "Oh? Do tell..."
And so the two women talked deep into the night, both ignoring the warmth between them as they traded stories and cider.