I hurtled up the stairs to my apartment, taking two steps at a time in the excitement, my hands pawed before me; just in case I missed one and my face impacted against the raw concrete.
Finally throwing myself over the last few steps I congratulated myself and slid my key into the lock- It's not locked?
Snow never leaves the door unlocked, in fact- she always reminds me to lock it- and I'm pretty sure that I had this time- Or had I? I don't know. I'm pretty certain... Maybe...
Confused, I tentatively turned the doorknob, readying myself for an attack.
I grasped the gun tucked neatly into the back of my jeans and sent a hard foot kicking loudly into the door, pulling the firearm quickly up into both hands and examining the interior...
The door crashed against the wall, and then... Silence...
I crept inside, gun steady and heart pounding. Leaving it open for a quick escape I crept through, aiming at the several hiding places.
Kitchen - Clear.
I snuck towards Snow's bedroom...
Jumping inside I pointed my weapon into the open space.
Clear.
I turned, spotting the black staircase teasing me in its evil stance.
Glaring at the wood, I took a menacing step closer to the sense of foreboding, feeling like I'd slipped inside a typical action flick.
I glanced at the kitchen counter, Snow's teapot covered innocently by a floral tea cosy, I nodded towards it.
Do not worry civilian. Agent Swan has arrived.
I looked up from the bottom of the staircase - into complete darkness.
Biting my bottom lip I prepared myself.
I recollected all the scenes I'd watched and re-watched from crime shows where sturdy policemen and women burst through and corner their culprit, the offender's eyes shimmering with fear as they smash towards them with trained precision.
I took a deep breath, holding it in my lungs, my eyes focused onto my target.
I launched, running heavily up the steps,
My toes very narrowly avoid trapping themselves between the gaps of wood...
Landing on the upper floor I shook myself from my near humiliation and steadied my firearm...
"Miss Swan."
My face flushed, my arms stiffened in their position, barrel pointed directly at the dark haired beauty sat eloquently at the end of my bed.
Holy shit-
We stayed for a few moments, examining one another. My insides bubbled and churned.
She had changed from her previous outfit and now donned a dark blue shirt, it's rich material contrasted greatly against my dirty old sheets. Her top buttons lay open, exposing the tip of her cleavage. Her black skirt rolled up as her legs crossed tightly together, which were covered suggestively by a thin layer of netting, leaving her heavenly flesh suffocating beneath.
The lighting in the room was deathly low, leaving me wondering what look she had in her eyes.
I swallowed hard, barely able to think.
My arms decided it was best to lower my gun and I placed it back into my jeans.
Regina placed her hands either side of her, lifting herself sensually up from the bed.
As she straightened herself; I awed at the length of her beauty.
She took a couple of steps towards me, her stilettos hitting gracefully against the hard oak.
The noise echoed towards me, instantly persuading my heart to restart its weighty pounding against my chest.
Her face faded into view, her eyes stared darkly into my own, her mouth curved into a seductive smirk - effectively making my legs shiver in exhaustion. Her hair hung loosely onto her shoulders, hugging gently around her jaw line.
She stopped, her breasts less than an inch from mine, my warmth no doubt throbbing into her personal space.
She lifted her hand, slender fingers slowly touching against the underside of my chin, sending my body into turmoil.
My eyes rolled back in a frenzy and my skin tingled with delight.
Her eyes watched, unmoving from mine, as she tilted her head slightly to one side and pushed my mouth closed.
I hadn't even realised how ridiculous I must have looked, stood there with my mouth wide open, gawking at the captivating woman in my bedroom.
She closed the gap between our mouths further, but not enough. Her breath warmed my mouth and her scent floated into me, filling me with its radiance.
I felt her hand move below us, my whole body still stunned into stillness, my eyes attached to hers, hypnotised by their magnificence.
She stroked her fingertips slowly along my side, forcing my body to clench ever further. Trailing round onto my back, it left a tantalising line of sensation where it moved.
The older women slid her tongue slowly over her perpetually inviting lips.
Hypnotised, I remained unmoved, my legs unsteadily holding up the rest of my frame.
She stepped away from me, the sudden distance swaying my body forwards in an attempt to stay within range.
The malevolent smirk crept back upon her cheek as she pulled my firearm up into view, pointing the barrel directly between my eyes.
"Get on the bed, Sherriff."