Emma pounded on the front door to the mayoral mansion, not even noticing how it was leaving a bruise on the heel of her hand. Rage washed over her body in waves of indignation. Emma knew Regina was behind her arrest for "stealing" files from Henry's therapist and Emma was not going to let Regina fuck with her without a fight. If this woman thought that she could wield intimidation and power over Emma like she did the rest of the people in town, she had another thing coming.
Earlier that day Emma had gone to Dr. Hopper's office to talk about Henry. The psychiatrist had been accommodating and helpful, going as far as to give Emma Henry's file to read through back in her room at the B&B.
Things went a little haywire when the town Sheriff came knocking on her door telling her she was being accused of assaulting Dr. Hopper and stealing the file. At first Emma thought this was some kind of sick joke, and just stared at the Sheriff in disbelief. The situation became much more real as Graham slapped the cold metal handcuffs around her wrists and read her her rights.
The sheriff seemed truly sorry to have to arrest her, but that didn't stop him from taking her down to the station and booking her. It was one of the nicer jail cells she had been in though, and Graham even brought her some food from the nearby diner.
Despite the kind treatment, Emma hated being confined more than anything. Fortunately Henry's teacher, Mary Margaret, had shown up at Henry's request to bail her out. Emma graciously allowed a few hours to pass so that Henry would be in bed before she headed over to his house to have it out with his mother.
The door flew open suddenly and Emma was confronted with an irate and flushed Mayor.
"What the hell do you think you are doing? Are you trying to wake my son up!?" Regina spat incredulously.
Emma smirked. "Nice try, getting me arrested an all, but really Regina, I would think that framing your son's birthmother is a little desperate, even for you."
"I'm sure I have no idea what you are talking about," Regina smiled smugly.
Emma put a hand up. "Please Regina, I'm not stupid, I know it was you. You intimidated Dr. Hopper into setting me up, and since Sheriff Graham is basically your lapdog, it must have been quite easy to arrange my arrest."
Regina balked at Emma's boldness, even if the insufferable blonde was right. "If you have a matter to discuss with me, Miss Swan, you may come by my office at a more appropriate time," Regina dictated cooly.
"No, now is good for me," Emma pushed past the woman and entered the house. Emma turned to face Regina as Regina closed the door and turned to face Emma. The two women stared at each other with matching intensity in the foyer. No one had ever barged into her home like this before, and the Mayor ran through the list of threats she usually threw at people to make them cower; but the blonde looked quite fixed in her resolve to stay and have it out.
Emma slid her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and squared her shoulders, leaning her weight on one leg casually as if she actually felt comfortable in Regina's home. Her pose exaggerated her athletic figure, and the way she stared straight into Regina's eyes sent a thrill of confrontation down the back of Regina's neck. It had been a while since the Mayor was faced with an opponent willing to take her head on, and Regina felt herself rise to the challenge.
"I don't know what you were thinking coming here uninvited, but I will not hesitate to use whatever resources are at my disposal to remove you from my house, and from my town," the mayor stated, crossing her arms.
"We had a deal Regina. One week. Then I would leave. I've only been here 3 days and you feel threatened enough to have me arrested! Jesus woman, how deranged are you!?"
"Despite what you may think, dear, I do not feel threatened by miscreants. You stole private property and had the incompetence to get caught. None of that was my doing."
"I didn't steal Henry's file and you know that. You manipulated Dr. Hopper and the Sheriff, and now you are trying to manipulate Henry as well."
"How dare you..."
"Save it. I know what you were trying to do. Henry hears I'm in jail for stealing his files, you tell him I'm a thief and turn him against me. Then you have the perfect excuse to kick me out of town. You get your perfect little world back where you can control everything, and everyone. You are sick," Emma accused in a tone of strength and honesty that the Mayor wasn't used to having directed towards her.
Regina only smiled back at the blonde, arms crossed and hips jutted out to one side. She wasn't denying it, rather the Mayor looked incredibly smug like some spoiled kid who knew they would never get punished no matter how bad they misbehaved.
Emma wanted to scream at her, curse her, and call her names that she learned in prison, but there was something defensive in Regina's stance, as if she was trying to protect herself from something. Emma felt a hint of insecurity coming through her overly self-confident expression. The Mayor was so concerned with protecting her son from everything that she had to be scared of something.
"What the hell happened to you to make you this way?" Emma demanded.
A shadow crossed over Regina's face and her features hardened, and Emma knew she had struck a nerve. Advancing on instinct, Emma took a few steps closer to the mayor, trying to invade her tightly guarded personal space.
"Or maybe I should ask who was it that made you this way?" she tilted her head forward in a knowing way. "Because my guess is that someone treated you as badly as you treat other people."
"You're overstepping your bounds Miss Swan," Regina threatened evenly, her voice reaching a new level of iciness, thick with warning as she squared off against Emma, meeting her advance.
But Emma took a step closer. Now she was less than an arms length away from the Mayor, looking directly into dark eyes of onyx and menace. Emma felt a thrill akin to standing on the edge of a cliff, daring herself to lean out as far as she could - tempting the fall. Danger had always been an aphrodisiac to Emma, and Regina exuded danger like a king cobra; beautiful, but deadly.
The air in the room was static with tension and the two women faced each other like boxers in a ring, making it apparent that neither was about to back down.
Emma wanted to see how far she could push the other woman. She had this need to provoke the Mayor, but she wasn't sure where it came from. Emma always loved a challenge, but this was something deeper, something much more compelling.
"So what are you going to do about it?" Emma purred at Regina, poking one finger into the other woman's shoulder, stirring the fighting instinct that rumbled to life in the Mayor's chest. No one spoke to Regina Mills this way and got away with it.
Without thinking Regina reached out and grabbed the other woman by the lapels of her jacket and threw her backwards. Usually Regina was too dignified to engage in physical force, but this woman had snapped something inside of her and the beast was out of the cage. Emma crashed into the wall behind her with surprising force. The mayor was strong for her size, Emma thought to herself, pleased at the prospect of a fair fight.
Emma immediately propelled herself off the wall and directed her momentum at the brunette. Pushing Regina back against the door, Emma pressed her body into the mayor's, grabbing the woman's wrists and pinning them against the wood above her head.
"Take your hands off of me!" Regina roared at Emma, unable to twist out of their grip.
Emma just stared at Regina, looking into her deep brown eyes - eyes that held a depth of rage that Emma couldn't believe. They were like a black chasm, filled with anger, resentment, and pain. Emma wanted to break the Mayor, to make her feel sorry for how she treated people, to make her feel anything other than an unquenchable thirst for control.
The Mayor needed to learn that Henry was not a pet to be trained like some show dog, and Emma was not one of her subordinates who would shrink before her whenever she asserted her bullshit authority.
Without warning Emma crushed her mouth into Regina's, sucking the air out of the woman's lungs. The Mayor had not anticipated this at all and she reacted out of reflex more than disgust. Regina resisted against the blonde, trying to push Emma off of her. Her hands were restrained so she tried to knee Emma in the stomach, but Emma had pushed her body against Regina's so hard that she could barely move. Regina bit down on the intruding pair of lips, making Emma jerk back suddenly.
"Ow! Fuck Regina!"
Regina sneered into the blonde's face. "Get off of me, or I will make you pay!" she demanded.
"Promise?" Emma threw back at her with a wicked grin.
An expression of shock and awe passed across the mayor's face and for once she didn't have anything to say. Talking advantage of Regina's slow reaction Emma forcefully nudged a thigh between Regina's legs and straightened up, using her height advantage to allow added pressure to the base of Regina's body.
The contact awakened something in the Mayor, a recognition of a complimentary force, and this time when their lips met, Regina did not resist.
A flood of heat bloomed in Regina's body from the point where her hips met Emma's. It was overwhelming and completely debilitating. It spread throughout her body like a tsunami, shaking her to her core; her head was spinning out of control, her heart racing as if it wanted to beat it's way outside of her chest. It was a feeling Regina recognized, but had not felt in a long time.
Magic.
It felt the same as when she used to cast her most powerful spells, the swell and rush of magic flowing through her body felt so much like this heat and adrenaline that for a moment she forgot where she was. This was consuming and seducing, and it filled Regina with a sense of something she thought she had lost, making her want more. She loathed the woman she was pressed against, yet she could not stop kissing her; succumbing to Emma like a moth to a flame.
Emma's lips were incredibly soft, and the curves of her body fit perfectly against the Mayor's. Emma's mouth covered Regina's as intimately as if they had been lovers for years. Their lips moved forcefully against each other, both women giving as good as they were getting.
Regina couldn't help but dwell on the fact that she was kissing her son's birthmother, and there was something strangely fitting in that realization. Henry was hers, and now she would claim Emma as well.
Though her hands were still restrained, Regina wanted to assert some control and pressed her mouth firmly into Emma's, setting the pace and tempo. The brunette's tongue thrust into Emma's mouth, exploring and tasting, fighting for dominance as Emma emitted soft moans of pleasure against the brunette's lips. Regina strained against Emma's hold on her wrists, but only hard enough to maintain the tension between them without breaking it.
Emma reveled in how eagerly Regina was kissing her back, and for a minute allowed the brunette to set the speed and pressure of their lips against each other's. Finding a window, Emma broke the rhythm and sucked Regina's bottom lip between her own two. She held it between her teeth and ran her tongue across the length of it, exhaling in a seductive groan that she didn't even have to fake. A small moan escaped from the back of Regina's throat as she arched her back, reflexively pushing into Emma.
Emma let go of one of the Mayor's wrists to entwine her fingers through the chestnut hair, pulling her head roughly to the side, eliciting a faint squeak of surprise from the brunette. Emma's mouth descended on the woman's neck, kissing, sucking and nibbling the olive skin, allowing her tongue to trace circles along the hollow of her throat. Regina's skin tasted like allspice and apple, and Emma's head began to swim with the heady combination.
Regina felt herself melting into the embrace, allowing her free hand to grab at the fabric of Emma's jacket, letting the blonde's hands, lips, and tongue stoke the fire which was starting to overwhelm all of her senses.
When Emma bit down into soft flesh the brunette hissed in surprise. The Mayor was not expecting Emma to be so rough, but the sureness of her hands and lips drew Regina in even further. Her hand found the side of Emma's hip, and instead of pushing her away she hooked a few fingers through one of the belt loops to yank the blonde closer.
Emma ground her hips against Regina's in powerful circles, pressing upwards to provide leverage against Regina's throbbing apex. It felt strange and exciting to be pressing against this woman, even though the voice of reason inside her head screamed for Emma to stop. There was something magnetic about Regina that attracted Emma's body like the needle of a compass, and she felt powerless against it.
Regina pulled back to look into the face of the other woman as if to verify that what was happening was really happening. She saw that Emma's eyes were dark and heavy, her lips parted as she inhaled and exhaled deeply. The blonde subconsciously bit her lower lip, tilting her head forward and looking at Regina with fiery expression of pure lust. Regina couldn't help but acknowledge the raw attraction that had bubbled to the surfaced between them, and she felt herself drawn more and more towards the woman the longer she looked into those eyes.
Emma dipped her head back towards Regina, pressing her mouth to the Mayor's again. The kisses had started out as forceful, but now they had evolved into a mutual dance of seduction. Emma released her grip on the mayor's other wrist and snaked her hand up and underneath Regina's silk blouse, feeling the wonderfully soft skin underneath. Sliding her fingers over the dips of Regina's ribcage and finding the border of Regina's bra, Emma pushed her fingers under the lacy material to kneed Regina's breast possessively, feeling her nipple harden instantly. The Mayor moaned in appreciation of the touch.
Both women were gasping for air between reality-shattering kisses as the room around them began to fade into a blur of disequilibrium.
Regina's hands found their way to the waistband of Emma's jeans and her fingertips dipped below the fabric, teasing the sensitive skin of her hips underneath. Now it was Emma who reacted, gasping at the sensuality of Regina's touch and increasing the pressure of her hips against the brunette. Encouraged, Regina took one hand and slid it between their bodies, pressing it against the front of Emma's jeans, sliding it down to cup the warm center between Emma's legs.
Emma whimpered into Regina's mouth, asking for more. Regina reveled in making the blonde succumb to her touch and she wondered what other kinds of reactions she cold elicit out of the woman.
Emma's hands joined forces at the front of Regina's shirt to undo the buttons and expose more of Regina's skin as the pressure of Regina's fingers increased against Emma's sweet spot.
"Mom!" a voice shouted from behind a closed bedroom door on the second floor, snapping both women out of their pleasure-coma. "I need a glass of water!" Henry pleaded, his voice shattering the moment like a brick through a glass window.
The two women froze, staring at each other, neither one wanting to move first.
"Mom!" Henry called again, more insistent this time.
Emma and Regina released their grips on each other, backing away slowly. Regina straightened her clothes and ran her hands through her hair, attempting to return to neutral. Emma only gazed at Regina like she was waiting for a balloon to pop, then turned quickly and exited the house without a word. Regina took a moment to allow feeling to return to her shaking legs and obligingly started up the stairs, towards her son who needed her.
SQ
Emma sat in her car, hands working the steering wheel automatically and brain on autopilot, absentmindedly driving herself back to the B&B. Thoughts raced through her mind rapidly in rhythm with her pounding heart. She tried to focus on the road in front of her but all she could think about was the feeling of the Mayor's body against hers, the taste of her lips, the smell of her hair, and those little moans that escaped her throat that sent shivers down Emma's body.
When Regina ran her fingertips across the skin of Emma's lower back, around to her hip bones and down against the front of her jeans, she thought for sure she could have lost it right then and there. If it wasn't for Henry's interruption Emma figured she could have been taking the Mayor up against the door at that very moment.
Damn twat-swating kid, Emma thought jokingly to herself, amused at the whole situation.
Emma took a few deep breaths and tried to calm her overstimulated body. She was passing the center of town, turning past the town square when she looked up at the broken clock tower. Apparently it had been stuck for some time at 8:30, but a slight movement of the hands caught Emma's attention.
The clock face read 11:15.
"Huh," Emma muttered to herself, checking the time on her cell phone. The device read 11:15, confirming that the clock tower was portraying the correct time.
"Well, what do ya know..." she mused for a moment before she subconsciously licked her lips and tasted the Mayor's lipstick. Her thoughts immediately returned to their former preoccupation, the clock tower completely forgotten in the hazy recollections of apples-and-spice flavored skin, and dark brown eyes like bottomless pools of power, lust, and foreboding.