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Chapter Five: Get me Wet!
"Nothing…just never mind…forget it," Emma stammered. She chewed absentmindedly at the inside of her lip trying desperately to push the risqué thoughts she was having about Regina to the back of her mind. All the way back. Back so far that they would get lost and never be brought to the surface again.
It must be the effects of the poison…
Oh, you think so?
Of course. I mean, what else could it be?
Oh I dunno, maybe it has something to do with the equally enigmatic and enticing Mayor and her smoking hot body and those extremely kissable lips only inches away from your face as you sat atop her exerting your dominance. Maybe that's what gets you wet?
Shut up.
"Forgotten," Regina spoke humorlessly. "Now, if you'll follow me, I'll see you to the door." Regina turned on her heel, unconsciously bringing her hand to her neck and softly rubbing at it in attempts to soothe away the pain.
Emma remained in her place by the window, watching Regina as her ass swayed dangerously from side to side. When Regina turned to face her, Emma quickly averted her eyes to the barren walls. She hoped that the Mayor didn't catch sight of her lingering gaze. If she did, Regina chose not to comment on it and instead crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently.
"Anytime now, Sheriff."
"You just got done insulting my intelligence when I suggested earlier that I leave and now your just gonna kick me out?"
"That was before you decided to attack me."
"Come on, Regina. I said I was sorry. You knew that this could happen. Which makes me wonder why you'd even offer your home to me in the first place. But I guess it doesn't matter now does it?" Emma sounded defeated.
Truth be told, she was scared. If she kept blacking out…who knows what kind of trouble she'd find herself in. If she found herself at all. With her luck, she'd wander down to the harbor and decide that it was a wonderful time for a swim. She'd either freeze to death in the subzero water or she'd swim until she'd exhausted all her energy. Either way, she'd be dead.
As much of a frightening scenario that it was, Emma's mind wasted no time in creating about a dozen more. Thoughts of waking up in a strangers bed with no clothes and of being abducted and consequently sold into the sex-trade. Equally disconcerting thoughts of murdering one of her friends in blind rage was enough to bring her to tears.
"Regina, please, I'm begging you…" Emma walked over to the door where Regina was waiting impatiently, her face devoid of emotion.
"I don't care if you're begging me or not, Miss Swan, you've very much overstayed your welcome. I want you out of my house, away from me and my son. You can either follow me to the door or jump out the window, it makes no difference to me." Regina stared vehemently at Emma as she spat out her venomous words.
Emma was at a loss for anything to say. She found herself wondering if the Mayor had ever been in a situation where she desperately needed help only to be denied such a thing. Probably not. She is the Mayor after all. Even people who don't like her would be willing to offer their aid because she's the damn Mayor.
It was clear that nothing would change Regina's mind and with one last defeated sigh, Emma began to formulate a new plan in her head. She'd go back to Mary Margaret's, lock herself in her room and stay in her bed for the next week. She'd tell Mary Margaret that she's really sick and highly contagious in hopes that it would be enough to deter the school teacher from entering her room. If all else fails, she'd barricade the damn door to keep the woman out.
"Fine. Lead the way evil bitch." Emma motioned for Regina to exit the room first.
Regina raised her eyebrows as if in amusement.
"Real mature, Miss Swan." Regina rolled her eyes before turning around once more and leading Emma back out into the hallway and descending the grand staircase to the main floor. Emma followed her obediently, struggling to keep her mind from straying. She had to admit, the enormity of the house and the way the moonlight flooded in through the large windows casted the rooms in an almost ghastly layer.
"What did you expect? I picked that up from the kid." Emma jeered, knowing that at the very least it would get under Regina's skin momentarily. She didn't, however, expect Regina to stop dead in her tracks which caused Emma to slam right into her. Regina swiftly turned to face the blonde and found the Sheriff's eyes alight with humor.
Regina struggled to refrain from unleashing a barrage of insults against the Sheriff. The only thing holding her back was her sleeping son in one of the rooms above them. Instead, she glowered at the Sheriff, leaning in rapaciously, until she was close enough to whisper into the blonde's ear.
"I don't know what it is that you wish to accomplish by insinuating that my son would say such a thing about me but I can assure you that the repercussions of your implications will be most unpleasant."
With a lecherous smile on her face, the Mayor backed away from the younger woman and proceeded to walk to the door. The sooner the bitch was gone, the better. Then, Regina would come up with a thousand and one ways to make her life even more miserable if she managed to recover from the poison.
The unsuspecting blonde, however, didn't seemed phased by the Mayor's threats. After all, she'd heard so many of them before, it was becoming part of their routine interactions. Stage set: enter Emma with a baiting comment. Enter Regina invading her personal space. Stare down. Empty threat. Smile and scene.
"Sounds kinky," Emma shrugged. Regina stared at the blonde, thoroughly unamused, and went about unlocking the door. "Don't get me wrong…" Emma started again, walking up behind the Mayor as she turned the lock. "I'm no glutton for punishment but you just make everything sound so damn enticing."
Emma sauntered up behind Regina until she was pressed flush against her back. The warmth coming from the darker woman was enough to set flames to Emma's already fevered skin. But she didn't care. The feel of Regina pressed up against her was maddening. Emma wanted nothing more than to take her hands and explore every inch of skin forbidden from her eyes. She smirked, pressing her lips to the skin of Regina's uncovered shoulder.
Regina trembled beneath her as a sudden influx of desire rained over her. Regina's head lolled back as Emma's lips brushed against her skin again, causing her creamy skin to horripilate. Taking Regina's reactions in the best way possible, Emma brought her hands to rest possessively on the darker woman's hips and pull her back further into herself. Returning her attention to the small visible patch of skin at the woman's shoulder, Emma bit down on the tender flesh, eliciting a moan from the brunette's too-often sardonic lips.
"You sound so sweet," Emma whispered into Regina's ear. Although she was aroused before even touching the brunette, Emma felt her wetness seeping from her core when that moan hit her ears. It sounded so sweet, so seductive; it took all Emma's resolve to keep from spinning the Mayor around, shoving her against the door and tasting those sweet sounds for herself as she rammed her fingers in and out of Regina's slick folds.
"Miss Swan…"
Emma snaked her left hand up Regina's back, raking her nails along her neck and on her scalp before roughly grabbing a fistful of her hair and jerking her head to the side. With more skin on display, Emma wasted no time nibbling and biting at her neck. Her right hand, made its way slowly along Regina's flat stomach until it hovered over her right breast for a second. Emma bit down on the Mayors neck and at the same time made quick work of finding her hardened nipple hidden beneath her shirt and imprisoned within her bra. Regina moaned once more as her knees buckled.
"That's better," Emma whispered so close to Regina's ear that her lips gently grazed across the outer shell of her ear. "Do you want to know what I'm going to do to you?"
Regina shivered as Emma's alarming question even furthered her flight of fancy. Too long. It had been too long since Regina felt someone else's hands on her body. Masterful hands that knew precisely where to touch her; how to treat her. The contact between herself and the Sheriff had been brief and minimal, but that's all it took. Regina felt the heat between her legs, felt the familiar tug in her lower abdomen, felt her mind submitting to the blonde. All because she wanted to feel. She wanted to feel alive once more. She wanted to feel another person's skin upon her own. She needed it.
"Miss Swan…."
Emma pushed Regina roughly against the door with one hand at the small of her back and the other still tangled in her hair, effectively keeping the left side of the Mayor's face pressed against the door. Emma placed a quick kiss on her exposed cheek before speaking again.
"I'm going to strip you. Of your clothes. Of your dignity. And of your power. And I'm going to take you, right here up against the door. I'm going to make you scream my name as you come over and over at my hands. I'm going to destroy you." Emma growled. With each sentence, Emma pressed Regina harder and harder against the door.
Emma spun Regina around quickly, pressing her back up against the door. She wasted no time finding that sweet spot on her neck and biting down on it. Regina hissed a heady mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Do you want to know the best part about all of this?" Emma backed away slightly from Regina, focusing on those burning sienna coals. Regina swallowed but couldn't tear her gaze away from Emma's eyes; glinting with mischief and malformed intentions. "You're going to love every second of it, Madame Mayor."
"Miss Swan!"
A voice piercing through darkness. Amaranthine darkness. The kind of darkness that threatens to drive you completely mad. A suffocating darkness.
Shivers wracking through her body. It was cold. So cold. Icy pricks on the most sensitive parts of her skin kept the shivers and chattering teeth on an unfaltering loop.
From the depths of the icy blackness, two hands – appearing from nowhere – took ahold of her shoulders, pulling her down. Emma struggled, thrashing about like a fish out of water, she screamed. She made no sound. Her voice was swallowed up by the darkness around her. Down, down, down she went - but the flames never went higher.
Emma closed her eyes.
Curtain close. Exit stage left.
Fluorescent light flooded the room, shining with unforgiveable brightness even through the meager skin of her eyelids. Emma's eyes shot open and she immediately squeezed them shut again at the lights reprehensible attack. She brought a frozen hand to shield herself from the harsh white lights. Her skin was cold, so cold. And wet?
She hadn't realized it before, but slowly she became aware of her ragged breathing. It was as if she'd been deprived of something so precious for far too long. She couldn't get enough of it. Lung full after lung full; it just wasn't enough. She needed more.
But it was so cold, so unbelievably cold. Her entire body felt as though it were entombed in an icy prison. Entombed? No that wasn't quite right. As awareness spread through her mind, Emma realized that she could move her entire body quite freely. Though each move was agonizing as it invoked another wave of coldness to swell against her naked body.
Wait. Naked?
Still squinting against the assailing light, Emma groped blindly for something to hold onto. But the surface of her vessel was slick and equally as cold as the liquid flowing over and around her. Just knowing that there was a solid surface beneath her caused Emma to struggle even more to take hold of it. If for nothing else, then to simply ground her - to keep from falling further through the vortex of craziness in her mind.
But the pressure on her shoulders was too much. The more she struggled against the pressure, the firmer the grip became. It was painful enough already. Something sharp digging into her frozen flesh. Emma cried out. And this time, her cries were heard. The sounds of her shrill cry reverberated off the walls, sounding foreign to her own ears. The remnants of her outburst rang in her ears; a terribly high-pitched and irritating ringing. Louder than anything she'd heard in a long time.
Just how long had she been locked away in her silent, soundless misery?
As if noticing her pain, it receded, but the pressure remained. Different this time though. Soothing, in a way. She felt the pressure move from her shoulders to her chest, pressing firmly on her chilled skin, willing her to lean back. Emma became aware of the rising and falling of her chest and of the rapid pace in which it did so. Feeling this….was somehow comforting. In that comfort, Emma found the ability to take slower breaths. Deeper breaths.
It took many minutes before Emma attempted to open her eyes once more. The warmth of the pressure on her chest was so reassuring, so comforting, she didn't want it to disappear. Though, if the world was perfect, she would have quickly traded her arctic water-ensconced placement for much more tropical one.
Emma hesitantly parted her eyelids, relieved that the previously harsh white light seemed just a bit dimmer. The ringing in her ears subsided to nothing more than a dull, low tone. Her surroundings were unfamiliar, which nearly sent her into a panic once more. As soon as her body tensed, the pressure returned to her chest. Emma looked down, finding that the pressure was coming from two hands splayed across her chest, just above her breasts.
She opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted before she could even get a sound out.
"Well if there's one thing you've managed to accomplish today, Miss Swan, it would be getting me wet," The Mayor's familiar drawl filled the otherwise silent room.
Emma instantly flinched away, attempting to cover her naked form, yet remaining unsuccessful in doing so as the translucent water allowed for no reprieve. Giving up and just pulling her knees to her chest, Emma's shocked face glanced about the room.
Stark naked, in the bathtub, in Regina's – the fucking Mayor's bathroom – oh, hell.
"What the fucking hell is going!?" Emma demanded as she drank in the site of the Mayor standing behind the tub, her clothes drenched with water. Several strands of wet hair clung to her face, seemingly forgotten, as she looked upon her soaked clothes with disdain.