I said to myself, I'll write smut, sure I'll give it a shot. Um yea, I chickened out. lol Maybe in the third part. I dunno.
The two women stood on the porch of the mansion, conflicting emotions flicking over their faces.
Unable to stand the silence anymore Emma, the more impatient of the two, sighed and stuck her hands in her pockets. "Regina," pausing she squinted a little, "that is your real name right?"
Rolling her eyes, her own hands going to her hips, the former Evil Queen gave an aggravated look. She didn't bother answering her question.
"Shouldn't you be happily rejoicing with your new found family?"
The sneer in her voice bit into Emma and something broke. Pushing Regina against the same column Whale had shoved her into, perhaps mentioning the Charmings wasn't the best move.
"Don't. Do not bring them up right now. I've already gotten flak for not running, crying and weak-kneed into their arms. Considering your part in all this, I think you should keep your mouth shut." The confusion fueled anger flickered behind green eyes.
As Regina kept looking, she could see a panic welling up inside her town's Sheriff. Again she was shoved against a wall by this woman within 48 hours. It was oddly comforting, to be in this position again.
The corner of her lips curled up slightly. A coy look came over her as she shoved the blonde back.
"Did they call out to you? They're blessed Savior." She grimaced as the title was spat out. "Precious Snow, saying on how she has longed for this day?"
"Shut up! They've been waiting? What about me? I've been waiting for 28 fucking years. Life hasn't sucked for just them! It'd be dandy if they could just walk back into my life and there'd be puppies and rainbows and shit, but there aren't!"
Her chest rose and fell hard, harsh pants of breath escaping her. Pain of the past, today's confusion and the anxiety of the future crashed into each other inside her heart.
"Poor little Emma. Damaged, beautiful girl. No one wanted you and so you don't want anyone." A deceptively gentle hand came up to caress the side of the angry blonde's face. A perfectly manicured nail drawing itself down pale skin.
Slapping it away, she glared at the brunette who seemed to have regained her composure in the face of Emma's breakdown.
"Fuck you Regina," Emma spat in the face of the woman who seemed to just dig and dig under her skin.
"Is that what you're going to do Sheriff? How you're going to handle me?"
Breaths mingled, they were impossibly close as they snarled and postured at each other.
With no one around to break their spell, Emma finally acted on the feelings that boiled up whenever they got like this.
Surging forward and with a harsh click of teeth and lips, the blonde covered Regina's mouth with her own.
The brunette moaned, her hands automatically going to grip that horrendous red jacket at Emma's sides. Her fingers clenched hard, digging into the frustrating woman that had been a pain in her ass for the past few months.
Cupping Regina's jaw with one hand, the other went to grip a fabric covered hip. Tugging roughly, they both gasped into the other's mouth as their bodies molded into each other.
Moving backwards they stopped with a light thud as Regina's back hit the same column that she had been pressed against. With a light groan the brunette tore her mouth away, panting hard as Emma trailed suckling kisses and light nips across her jaw and down the column of her neck.
Tilting her head so that the warm mouth would have better access, a hand flew behind her to steady herself against the cool pillar behind her.
"Shouldn't we, oh yes," she paused at a hard nip on a sensitive spot near her ear. "We should take this somewhere a little more private." It came out more breathless than she had wanted.
Nipping once more on the delicate spot, the Sheriff pulled back and watched the normally taciturn woman roll her eyes back briefly in pleasure. Her breathing still hard, she waited for Regina's focus to land back on her.
"Fine. Upstairs."