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A/N: Well this concludes my studying for Sociology, I'm sure I won't regret this on Monday. I've changed the rating to M for obvious reasons. All mistakes are mine, enjoy this and sorry for the late update!
A/N(2): Instead of replacing this, I deleted it and uploaded it again. I'm a bit of a techtard so sorry for that. It's the same thing.
It was incredibly annoying how this woman, this Regina Mills could convert herself into the most sexiest of temptress or a child with a pure heart in a blink of an eye.
Not even half an hour ago she had threatened Zelena and thrown several things at her causing the redhead to leave, but now, now the woman morphed into a 5 year old at the sound of her father asking for her on the desk. It was amusing the way that the woman practically ran from her office and threw her arms around her father, muttering how much she missed him. The elderly man could only laugh as the girl pulled her to her office.
"I'm glad you're home dad," she whispered and reached for her father's hand across the desk, softly grabbing it and caressing the skin there. The man chuckled lightly. "I'm glad I'm back too honey, you have no idea how much I missed seeing that cute little face of yours," his hand reached forward and pinched her cheek. It was both funny and heartbreaking the way that this strong and willed woman simply leaned in to her father's hand, her body craving the comfort and security that his provided.
"So, the new girl, Emma is it?" his father asked, a knowingly, cheeky expression on his face.
"Yeah, Swan, what about her," Regina muttered, her eyes
"I don't know, you tell me about her," Regina turned to face him once again and she almost choked at the coy look her father was giving her.
"I don't know what you mean dad," Regina took a deep breath, shook her head and focused on their joined hands.
"Oh please Regina, I might be a bit old but I'm not stupid," the man chuckled and Regina swallowed once again.
"Dad, let's just change the topic okay? I'm not sure I could handle this right now."
"She told me she had a kid, a boy actually," Regina perked up at his words, suddenly interested in the topic. Out of all the things Regina expected to hear of the blonde one, never once did she expected to hear that the Emma was a mother.
"Really? I wouldn't have pegged Miss Swan as a mother," Regina shook her head as she pulled a pen towards her mouth.
"Speaking of which, how's mother?" she asked after a minute, desperate to change the topic from that of her assistant.
"She's, I really don't know," the man sighed his gaze landing on the pen HRB Co. etched across it "She's being Cora I guess, won't stop talking about Robin or your betrayal," and Regina swallowed down the bile that arose in her throat and nodded.
It was completely understanding for her mother to be utterly pissed at her, but to go to the extreme of ignoring her altogether over a few mistakes she made in the past? It broke Regina's already battered heart and she nodded once again.
"It's completely understandable I guess," and her father grabbed her hand once again and rubbed the skin there, repeating Regina's earlier actions.
"It's not Regina, I'm sorry you had to go through that. You have no idea how pissed I am at myself for allowing that to happen. I'm your father, I should've noticed the warning signs—"
"Dad, we've gone through this already, it's not your fault okay? If anything it is mine, I should've known from the first moment I met him."
And really she should've because he was the last one to arrive to their casting, their company needing a new face for ads, his name wasn't on the list, he was the one who wouldn't stop looking at her all throughout the shoots. Because her mother had been pressuring her to get married, because her mother was right beside her when Robin winked at her from between the cameras, because her mother had urged her on, explaining how she couldn't keep running the company without the presence of a man beside her. And worst of all, Regina had listened to her and had believed Robin, her battered heart searching for some kind of comfort, any type of comfort. So she'd gone along with it, she'd dated the man, she'd cared for the man, but she never loved him, and when not barely 5 months later the lad proposed in front of her family, her mother had elated accepted the proposal… and it all went downhill from there.
The woman shook her head ridding herself from the memories.
"Well that's all in the past now dad," she smiled.
But deep inside the ache in her heart grew remembering last year and the drama that unfolded.
One question and Emma's world was already shaken.
Henry was already on his bedroom playing on his PS4 after an afternoon of intense school work which left Emma and Mary Margaret to clean up after dinner.
"So, how bad is she?" Mary Margaret had asked a couple of seconds ago and nerves settled deep in her stomach.
How could she begin to describe the devil itself?
She was lovely yet intense, kind yet rude, she was like two opposites put together, a very frightening yet amazing woman. Not nearly 4 hours ago she had witnessed the Evil Queen's wrath today, thankfully she wasn't on the receiving end. Instead it was Zelena, her sister, whom Regina unleashed her wrath with, papers flying everywhere and a black notebook flying across the room mere millimeters from the redhead's head, if it weren't for Emma's warning Zelena would've been hit by the flying notebook in the back. Emma didn't even knew what happened, all she caught was the name Mr. Gold and then wham bang, Zelena was walking briskly calling Regina all sorts of things, anger written all over her face as she left the office behind. Regina had glanced at Emma briefly before stomping back behind those big doors. So yeah Regina was-
"She's complicated," Emma replied after a few seconds and continued cleaning the dishes, her mind wandering once again to the enticing black haired woman.
"Oh come off it Emma," Mary Margaret her eyes and pulled the dish from Emma's hand, the grease streaks having being cleaned several minutes ago.
"What!" the blonde woman stared at her, an unknowing look upon her face as Mary Margaret placed the dish in the cupboards.
"You're completely smitten with her," at this the blonde woman scoffed and walked back into the living room sitting down on the couch, "Ever since you started working for her you've become awfully quiet at dinner, your mind wandering to God knows where! I'm not stupid Emma," the woman followed her into the living room and sat next to her, her hands landing on top of Emma's knees, an amused grin upon her face.
At this Emma stood quiet because it was the truth, she'd become completely engulfed by thoughts of Regina in the mere four days she'd worked for her and it was alarming her to say at least. Last time that something similar happened, she ended up with a broken heart and a forced marriage, her adoptive mother being too caught up on her image around her friends. Which, after a few whispered thoughts about her daughter's sexuality and a few photos here and there, forced her to find a perfect suitor for her Emma, shutting down the neighbors and friend's gossiping for several years never bringing up her sexuality again. Even then, being smitten with Lilliam took a lot of time and getting to know each other, becoming best friends until finally confessing themselves, but with Regina everything became altered. Regina had reawaken a wanton, a desire, a need deep inside of her she never thought she possessed. That in the mere four days she knew her...
"So I'll ask you again Emma, how bad is Regina?" the pixie haired woman asked knowingly a wicked grin splayed across her lips. Emma sighed at her best friend and closed her eyes.
Damn that woman. Damn that woman and her impeccable persistence.
"I don't know," the woman shook her head, "it's been four days only and I already want to force choke her into unconsciousness. She's intense, rude uh- Oh! God she's so damn awful, disrespectful and yet," Emma took a deep breath and spared a glance at her friend, "I know she's a lovely woman who has suffered a lot in life and is just trying to protect herself."
Mary Margaret was in awe, her face softening into one of pure adoration for her friend. She leaned in to hug her but Emma pulled back.
"Oh no no no. You don't go ahead and hug me as if everything's okay Snow! It has been four days. Four days Mary Margaret! Don't tell me that's not crazy," the woman got up from her position in the couch and pulled her hands to her temple rubbing there.
"Emma, it's not crazy," Mary Margaret stood and stopped Emma's pacing, her hands landing on Emma's forearms as she lowered her head trying to catch Emma's eye. "I went on a date with David hours after we met and then at night I already couldn't imagine my life without him! And look at us now, a few days away from getting married and spending the rest of our lives together."
"I know but this is crazy, I mean she barely looks at me!"
"Then make her look at you Emma," Mary Margaret whispered, her palm landing on Emma's cheek as she caressed it, "you have nothing to fear and nothing to lose, not this time around," Mary Margaret pulled her friend into a hug.
With a promise of seeing Henry tomorrow, the woman left the building and a stunned Emma behind. Yes she could do that, she could make Regina Mills, the most feared woman in the entire east coast look at her, the problem was that she didn't know how.
Darkness engulfed her whole, but somehow she was not afraid.
Beneath her she could feel the softness of the mattress, the confines of her pillow, the plushy throw blanket surrounding her, but it was still black. She tried opening her eyes and closing them, but everything remained the same, pure black. She could barely make a sound, her mouth being covered by something soft but tightened behind her head. Panic settled over Emma and her breathing became labored, her chest rising and falling several times per second, a pressure building low on her belly. Her whole body was coiled tightly, sweat present on her neck, her chest, everywhere. She couldn't see a thing oh but she could feel, she could feel the way a soft mouth curved against her just so, the way some strong skilled fingers worked her over and—
Oh!
The pressure low in her belly tightened more and she was thrusting against the skilled mouth, back arching, body begging for release and oh! It was good, so so good, and those fingers curled inside and that mouth bit gently against her and oh! she came hard against that mouth, that continued lapping at her center as if it there were hunger in the world and she possessed the last sweet nectar. The mouth softly departed from her, a small chuckle coming from somewhere between her thighs igniting her senses, warmth filling her in a way she'd never felt before. The fingers slowly moved upwards, pinched both nipples on the way up and rested against her neck. If Emma weren't in cloud nine she was sure she would be panicking, but this felt nice, she felt calm and even…loved?
Suddenly darkness ceased to exist and her glazed eyes squinted at the light in the room, breath still labored, heartbeat still trying to get under control and she could just pass out right then and there, her body felt too relaxed, too good and she almost closed her eyes until a voice from below caught her attention.
"You okay?"
The temptress, the fucking devil herself was nestled in between her legs, head resting against her left thigh gazing up at her, she dropped a kiss where her cheek was, hands caressing Emma's breasts. Emma could laugh at this, almost pulled back at the sight of Regina between her thighs, the temptress' dark nails scratching down her torso.
"For a minute there I thought you were on another dimension," Regina chuckled against her core and languidly moved upwards, her nipples brushing against the length of Emma's body. She settled skin on skin on top of Emma, her hands going to Emma's hair, brushing the strands of her forehead. Regina leaned down and dropped a kiss against her cloth covered lips, she let out a small smile at Emma's sigh of displeasure and reached behind her head, untangling the knot there and pulling the clothe from Emma's mouth and dropped a kiss against her lips, fully now and biting her lower lip. Emma responded with as much fervor as Regina, their tongues dancing their perfected dance. How did it happened anyways? She'd never kissed those lips before or... Has she actually kissed those lips before? Emma's thought's were interrupted by the force of Regina pulling her arms up and above her head, roughly holding them down against the pillows. To tell you the truth, Emma was not complaining, her insides craving for more of Regina, more of this temptress. Thanks God they were already on this stage, fucking each other's brains out because Emma didn't think she could hold on any longer. She was captivating, completely captivating and then she sighed against Emma's mouth and Emma could come right then and there again, but instead she turned them over, her brain finally catching up with her body, and started giving her open mouthed kisses against her jaw, her neck then lower and lower and lower until... Eureka. Her lips claimed Regina, the sighs and moans spurring Emma own as she nibbled and suckled the temptress' sweet nectar. It was a trick, Emma knew it, once she'd gotten a lick, a taste of Regina she was sure she could never go back to a life without her. She was addicting, her tongue already bound to that sweet juncture between the devil's legs.
But it never went farther than that, her sighs never reached the point of no return, her tongue never caught the taste of so much more. No, instead Regina's sighs went mute, Emma's eyesight went black, darkness engulfing her once again, but when Emma opened her eyes she was met with the fan on the ceiling and Regina's head was nowhere in sight.
The disappointment that flooded her veins took her by surprise and yet it was completely understandable. Not merely four days ago Regina had basically thrown herself at Emma, her eyes looking deep into Emma's soul deciphering what Emma had yet to understand, the inevitable spark that ignited between them with that interview. But still, Emma felt a little annoyed at the way Regina had managed to ignore her presence these past few days. She understood that the woman was basically up to her neck with paperwork, but still, if she had
Mary-Margaret's words echoed in her head and with a new determination Emma got up and got ready for the day. Two could play this teasing game.
Red dress that hugged her curves deliciously, hair down slightly wavy, red lips and winged eyeliner. Emma felt like a complete goddess, she had managed to call the attention of several work colleages, both males and females. With one last glance at herself in the bathroom mirror and exited towards the assistant's desk waiting for the queen's arrival.
"Good morning," Emma nodded towards Regina who was walking briskly towards her office without sparing her a glance.
"Where's Zelena?" the raven haired woman asked without rising her glasses covered eyes from her phone screen. "She hasn't called," Emma replied her sudden ball of excitement bursting at the sight of Regina's uncaring self. She swallowed down the vile caused by her nervousness and anxiousness and quietly sat down when Regina walked through her office doors. Emma felt stupid, completely stupid at herself for letting herself get too caught up on this. She scoffed at herself and quickly reached for a tissue in her purse and took off her blood red lipstick, pulled her hair up to a ponytail and placed her glasses on. She closed her eyes to compose herself after a minute and swallowed once again the sour taste that her mouth acquired. She needed to concentrate on work today, not on Regina, Zelena wasn't there which meant more work for her to do not to mention that the Evil Queen will probably force her to make happen what Zelena couldn't. For a minute there Emma wished she would've paid attention to Zelena's and Regina's rant yesterday just so she could know what she was getting herself into today. Mr. Gold was one of their biggest investors, a man she knew pretty well since he was Henry's grandfather and apparently known by the Mills family, meaning that Regina will probably convince her to-
A call rang around the empty space, her eyes wandered directly to the phone glaring at it's sound, she picked up the phone but before she could say anything a voice rang, it's deep timber echoing in her brain.
"Swan, I need your presence in my office right now," and with that Regina ended the call. Emma rolled her eyes at the witch and walked towards the office, notebook with it's paired pen in hand.
Somehow in Emma's mind it felt like the first time she walked into the office, as if she were walking onto hell itself, but this time there wasn't any wanton, no desire, her expression bleak, her eyes hardened as she quieted the pool of nervousness that was starting to form deep in her belly. For a minute she thought of the dream of that morning, that pleasurable dream which she hoped to make a reality, but soon the dream was also forgotten as she pulled the two doors to make her way inside. She swallowed once again and pushed her inner desires out of her brain as she closed the doors behind her. A sudden rage surged from her core and she walked briskly towards those black uncomfortable seats in front of Regina's desk. Regina whose gaze had yet to acknowledge her presence, Regina who had ignored her during these past few days even though she had ignited a flame in Emma that first day. So her face changed into a scowl at this woman, this tease who would lead them on just to not acknowledge their presence a few days later.
"You wanted to see me," Emma asked a little too angry, a little too hurt. At this Regina's eyes met hers and for a minute there Emma forgot about the hurt, the betrayal, the rage and she stared at her almost as intently as the temptress did. Those brown orbs that haunted her in her dreams, those orbs staring at her from between her legs, her juices smeared across her cheeks as she smiled cheekily at Emma. Suddenly the rage was back once again and she caught sight of Regina's amused expression. Regina let the pen fall against her desk and pushed her chair back to stand up, Emma staring after her intently. Regina walked around the desk and offered Emma a lopsided smile.
"You don't need to impress me Swan," Regina whispered low enough for Emma to hear and Emma could die right at that moment, the comment threw her off balance her eyes lowering down towards the floor starring intently at the black carpet and for a minute she wished there was some color on this office to help her distract herself, but suddenly the temptress was walking forward her hand grabbing her under her jaw and softly added pressure for Emma's gaze to land on hers, and land it did. Brown orbs connected with blue ones and Emma could see the last vestiges of self control being thrown away in Regina's eyes and for a minute she wondered why she was holding herself back? What caused such a wonderful tease to hold herself back after she'd gotten herself in deep?
But the question died on Emma's lips because the temptress pulled Emma's face towards hers, lips barely an inch apart from each other, breaths mingling, warmth filling both of their hearts and Emma's rage vanished when Regina's gaze went down to her lower lip which trembled in response.
It was crazy how two people who barely knew each other were already attracted as much as they were attached to each other and Regina almost panicked.
Almost.
Instead she leaned in more, eyes never leaving those of Emma's and now their lips were millimeters away from each other.
"What are you doing to me," Regina whispered slowly her eyes softening for a minute before she composed herself and was about to pull back before Emma grabbed onto her hand and pulled her closer.
"The same thing you're doing to me," Emma whispered, her lips touching those of Regina's with every word she whispered.
But it wasn't a kiss, it would've turned into a kiss if Zelena hadn't walked in on that moment announcing that she'd managed to get a hold of Mr. Gold, they quickly separated after that, Regina's composed self returning and never once sparing a glance at Emma.
Emma swallowed the vile down and walked out of the office towards her desk. It felt as if the air had been knocked out of her, her chest constricting with each breath she took trying to calm down her nerves. She was too focused on breathing and keeping her breakfast down that she barely noticed Zelena walking to her side.
"Be careful with her, this is all just a game," Zelena whispered a careless expression on her face. And Emma thought she could cry right at that moment because of course Regina had to be a player, it was fairly obvious she was experienced considering how well she played her cards.
"If you play with fire you will get burned Emma. Don't say I didn't warn you," the redhead continued, an annoyed expression on her face as she turned on the computer on her side of the desk and started working on emails. Emma nodded at the woman and let out a sigh as she settled against her desk chair and started her computer on too.
Fate couldn't be playing such a cruel game with her, just no.
She was planning on a carefree night with her friends, to forget about this week's events, stress and all in all weirdness. Which is why at 11pm on a Friday night Emma was sitting in a round booth surrounded by her friends who'd begged her to come along to unwind for a few minutes.
She was well on her 5th drink by 11:40pm when she saw her, tight leather leggings covering her legs, blue tight shirt hugging her frame deliciously and Emma could cry and could mutter a Fuck you to heaven for playing such a trick on her because of course, Regina Mills was a few yards away from her, arms tangled in a blonde girl's arm as they made their way towards the bar. She cursed at the sudden bout of jealousy that flared in her insides and turned her eyesight away from it, reached across the table to her friend Killian and took his drink away from him.
"Aye, slow down mate," the heavy eye-liner guy chuckled at her and called a waitress their way.
Rookie mistake it was to mix drinks, because now Emma was a bit dizzy and her body screamed for her to use the bathroom, but by doing that she bumped into the woman she was trying the hardest to avoid.
"Miss Swan, I would've asked you to join me for a drink but I see you're far gone," the Regina muttered amusedly but the room was spinning too much and Emma swamped forward, her foot getting caught on an invisible force and she tumbled forward, Regina's arms wrapping across Emma's middle to prevent her from falling, the movement causing her hands to touch bare skin instead of clothing. Emma flinched away from her touch, suddenly very aware of her surroundings the electrifying touch magically curing her sudden intoxication. Brown eyes met blue eyes and the music around them faded, the led lights faded, the only ones in the room them, Emma didn't even heard Mary Margaret's preoccupied "Emma!" before Regina, whose hands had flinched away (Emma was sure she felt the same thing) were pulling her up again. Time seemed to slow down between them but it was broken when Mary Margaret reached forward and grabbed Emma's attention.
"You okay?" Mary Margaret whispered onto Emma's ear eyeing the raven haired woman curiously. Emma nodded and she looked back at Regina. The look didn't went unnoticed by Mary Margaret and realization dawned upon her. Standing in front of her was the feared Regina Mills. If Mary Margaret was sure with herself she would've expected the woman to be at least tall and with a vicious look on her face, a woman less beautiful than the one standing in front of her, the posts on the internet and papers definitely didn't do her any favor. The woman here standing in front of her was absolutely beautiful, not as gore and devilish as her ex-husband had implied on his last interview.
"Hi, I'm Mary Margaret," said woman pulled out her hand and offered it to Regina, the other woman shook it and was about to introduce herself when Mary Margaret said, "I know who you are," the woman smiled grimly at her. "You can join us if you'd like," Mary Margaret signaled to the table where a couple of guys were, all immersed in their own conversation.
"I'm actually with a friend," she nodded towards the bar were the blonde woman was eyeing her curiously and waved at them, her drink in one hand "just came to say hi,"
"Oh," was all Mary Margaret could say glancing curiously at Emma who was quietly watching their exchange, not able to process what was going on.
"I'll see you on monday Miss. Swan."
Emma nodded at the woman and Regina walked away towards the bar. Throughout the whole night their eyes couldn't be separated from each other, both glancing their sides every time the other wasn't looking. It felt like something out of a movie or something, never once did their eyes met in the night and they were expecting each one to go their respective ways… but it wasn't like that. Instead Emma followed Regina to the weird enough, empty bathroom, the other woman never once looking behind her, but when she caught the reflection of something, rather, someone on the big mirror in front of the stalls she stopped walking and glanced curiously at the mirror, finding Emma behind her, eyes fixated on the sway of her hips.
"See something you like Miss Swan?"
For a minute Emma wondered if it was a figment of her imagination since the woman was acting nonchalantly as she walked into one of the ceramic washbasins and turned on the faucet, her palms being wet by the water. She never gave any indication that she was talking until she reached for a paper towel and dried her hands, body turning to her side left hip resting against the cabinet and slowly rose her eyes to meet those of Emma's then her lips turned into a fucking lopsided smile, the smile that caused her legs to tremble that morning the same way they were doing now but this time Emma couldn't hold back.
Maybe it was the alcohol in her fogged brain, the margarita and tequila shots taking a hold of herself and she hurriedly walked towards Regina's side, wrapped her arms around the raven haired woman's waist and pulled her against her chest, the other woman gave her a wicked smile as Emma's hands settled on her lower back.
"Yes," she sighed, lips merely a few inches apart from each other. Regina's stood there unmoving as Emma's hands traveled upwards towards her neck and she pulled her closer, "you" she whispered in a low voice, her senses being surrounded by that sweet perfume that was uniquely Regina's, lips millimeters away and barely touching with every word. It was like in the morning but oh so so different, the desire ever present in their breaths, in their eyes, their bones, everywhere. This time no one interrupted their starring contest, both immersed in each other as they threw caution to the wind.
Emma's lips smacked straight into Regina's, and the puzzle that was missing inside of her found its place. Tongue slowly licking Regina's bottom lip and she sighed against the softness she found there, the Evil Queen's lips parted and Emma immediately found herself moaning at the warmth that followed after that, her tastebuds exploding with the savor that uniquely Regina's, the perfect combination of cinnamon and apples. The blonde's hands curled against the back of Regina's neck scratching there and Regina moaned back at Emma, softly sighing against her mouth.
They ignored the tightness around their chest, the burn from the lack of oxygen making itself present in the most agonizing of ways and Emma parted first after a moment, her chest rising and falling rhythmically as her body tried to absorb the oxygen denied for several seconds. But Regina didn't give her much time soon her lips were landing on Emma's softly biting the lower lip and groaning against her, her own body curling under that of Emma's, hips grinding against the blonde woman's and she could feel a weight being lifted off her shoulders. But it was short lived because soon Regina's vision clouded over, her mind on another dimension and she broke the kiss.
Emma gave her a questioning look and Regina's vision focused at something on the floor and shook her head.
"Regina," the blonde woman reached up and touched her forearm trying to coax her into looking at her, but Regina didn't bothered, instead she muttered an I can't and ran out the bathroom leaving behind a confused and utterly pissed Emma.
Thoughts? Constructive criticism?