I loooove me some Swan Queen, they have the most delicious chemistry!
Don't own these characters otherwise they would most certainly be canon.
Nor do i have a beta, so all mistakes are my own, though i think i've caught them all :)
The Dream
Smokey eyes devoured from beneath dark lashes, jacket sliding down toned slim arms to be tossed carelessly, hips swaying as heels carried power and confidence forward out of the darkness. Emma stood, unable to articulate, intoxicated by this demon stalking towards her. Every fiber of her being screamed out at the predator approaching and the fight or flight tightness in her chest made it difficult to draw enough breath to think straight. Brown eyes captured blue as they relentlessly came closer, a hand raised in advance. Emma moved backwards step by step, cursing herself for being unable to claw her mind from this trance-like stupor she was in, until the back of her knees hit something solid – a bed she realized, glancing behind her. The outstretched hand pushed her chest firmly until Emma toppled back onto the soft surface with a gasp, closing her eyes. Legs quickly straddled her hips, a weight settling onto her pelvis. Hands snatched and secured above her head by strong arms, warm breath played across Emma's face. She kept her eyes closed, every part of her body tense with anticipation, breathless with the fire burning through her veins. It was all she could do to stop her own hips grinding into the figure holding her down. She bit her lower lip, determined to stay strong and not succumb to the lust flowing through her.
She forced her eyes open and was met by a knowing smirk. The tip of a very pink tongue peaked out to moisten perfect lips. Mesmerized, Emma watched it disappear and she swallowed. Teeth appeared in a taunting smile for a split second before lips descended. Emma surged up to meet them, mouths crashing together as she arched into the kiss-
Emma snapped upright in her own bed, sheets sticking to her sweaty body. She inhaled viciously, trying to calm her racing heart, shaking her head to try and clear the images of Regina from her mind. Emma gave up that foolish notion and fell back sliding her hands frantically between her legs imagining the other woman's body holding her down and fucking her. Emma screwed up her eyes so tight as she came bursts of colour played behind her eyelids.
The Blonde sagged, boneless, as the feeling of satisfaction settled over her like a blanket. She stepped out of her bed and opened the window – the cool night air flowing in to caress her overheated body. Emma considered the intense longing she felt for The Mayor now. Not in an emotional way, but the longing to own, to possess the other woman. Though she seemed to be the one being possessed in her dreams, Emma considered. It was getting out of hand, she concluded, but matters weren't being helped by the fact that The Mayor appeared to be taunting her from afar.
The comments from the night at the cemetery, the woman winking at her, maintaining eye contact just a touch too long whenever they had to talk about Henry. Brushing just a touch to close whenever they ran into each other at the grocery store. Bending down in a provocative manner to get a basket when she knew Emma was behind her., and glancing back with a smirk to make sure she was watching. Never mind the fact that she kept getting whiffs of apples randomly, which of course meant that her mind was always brought back to the intoxicating Brunette frequently. Then there was the incident at The Mayors office. The gall of the woman to play with her like she had. Emma didn't appreciate being toyed with in such a away, especially by a woman who repeatedly insulted her and tried to fuck with her life.
Emma sighed. There was nothing to be done about the situation other than trying to avoid the woman or if she couldn't, trying to not get sucked into the game she was trying to play. What Emma couldn't figure out was why Regina insisted on leading her on, there was nothing for her to gain other than the sheer embarrassment of the Blonde – The woman had made no secret of her dislike for her. Sufficiently cooled, Emma shut the window and returned to her bed. She flopped down on top of the sheets and stretched. It was funny she thought that she could be so intensely attracted to someone who she also really disliked, with very good reason. Emma snorted with a short laugh, a thin line between love and hate? She rolled her eyes in amusement. She settled in to the bed, getting comfy, wondering what tomorrow would bring, what Regina might try to do.