The next morning Emma had yet to get over the anger she felt towards Regina from the previous day's council meeting. The deputy knew she was dropping the ball a bit by showing up late and unorganized, but Graham had literally called her a half hour before while she was eating lunch at the diner. He asked her to grab the reports from the past month and represent him at the meeting as he had suddenly come down with something and was throwing up uncontrollably.
Emma rifled through the Sheriff's office, not knowing exactly what reports she needed and just grabbed whatever looked important. It took her longer than expected, hence her tardiness, but she expected at least a modicum of understanding from the other council members and Regina; however, that didn't exactly happen. The Mayor's assault on Emma left her fuming and for a moment she forgot why she was letting herself fall for such a cold-hearted bitch.
The deputy strode into the office, surprised to see Graham sitting at his desk, not sick.
"Well I see you're all better from your 'sickness,'" she accused sarcastically, putting air quotations up expressively.
"Yeah, it was one of those 24 hour bugs; came out of nowhere. Sorry I put you in a jam like that," he apologized sincerely.
"Well you could have been a bit more specific about what I needed to read from those reports. I was late and Regina bit my freaking head off."
Graham winced. "Oh yeah, she hates it when people are late. I probably should have told you that."
"You think?" Emma raised an eyebrow and sat heavily into her chair. "She humiliated me, on purpose, in front of everyone. I don't know what I ever saw - I mean, I don't know what I expected. She's such a bitch," Emma tried to cover her tracks, hoping Graham didn't catch the first part of that last sentence.
He only smiled in an understanding way. "The Mayor can be quite difficult, I'll give you that...but she does have a nice ass," he grinned, eyes sparkling mischievously.
Emma laughed, forgetting her frustrBation for a moment. "Well, I...I wouldn't know about that," she deflected, but not very convincingly.
Graham continued to smile at her. "Emma, it's ok. I've seen you sneaking out of her house in the wee hours of the morning on my night rounds."
Emma froze, her eyes widening in panic.
Graham chuckled. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone; gossiping isn't really my style. Besides, Regina would have my head on the block if she knew I spilled the beans."
Emma looked at the Sheriff meekly. "Graham, I hope you're not mad. I know you and her used to...you know..."
He shook his head. "Don't worry about it Emma, I'm a big boy. Anyway, we were never very close, it was pretty businesslike actually. We never had feelings for each other. But if you do, I would just say be careful."
"Why?" Emma asked, suspiciously.
Graham shrugged. "The Mayor is like a wounded animal; the closer you get, the more unpredictable she gets. She has never been close to anyone, except for Henry, and she is just not good with emotions. Yesterday might not be the last time she lets you down. I'm just saying."
It was a friendly warning, and Emma knew Graham was just looking out for her, but it didn't stop her heart from sinking as she realized that he was probably right.
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That evening, Emma got a text from a certain dark-haired Mayor: "The front door is unlocked. 11 p.m."
Normally this would have gotten Emma all hot and bothered. She always liked it when the woman was to the point; it meant she was horny and would be extra sexy. But Emma was still feeling deflated from the council meeting. Physically she wanted nothing more than to run over and jump on Regina, but the cautionary words from Graham still rung in her ears and she wasn't sure she wanted to fall down this rabbit hole. Emma had been hurt before by someone she cared about, and she wasn't eager to repeat the experience.
They were still at a point where they could call the whole thing off, and Emma decided she wanted a few days to think things over. Emma knew the Mayor was cold, but she had also seen the warm parts of Regina; the parts that kissed her and stroked her and cuddled into her after their escapades. There was as much care and concern in her dark brown eyes as there was fierceness and control, but unfortunately Regina tended towards the latter.
During their time together Emma couldn't help but think that she could turn the Mayor towards her more loving side and break down the walls that Regina kept around herself. But after the council meeting Emma thought for the first time that her efforts may be in vain.
She texted back: "Not tonight. Have to work."
She was lying, and it was the first time she denied Regina, but it felt good to throw some rejection her way and she how she liked it. Emma decided to go over to Granny's Diner and check in with Ruby. It had been a while since they had hung out, and a few beers might numb the dull ache that was beginning to make itself known in her heart.
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Regina got the text from Emma and clenched the phone in her hands. She was planning on apologizing to Emma tonight, but if the insufferable blonde wanted to sulk, she could go right ahead. Regina didn't need her to come over anyway, it was just a polite gesture; she was perfectly happy making dinner for herself and Henry and going to bed with a good book, or so she tried to tell herself.
But after burning dinner for what seemed like the first time ever, Regina decided to head over to Granny's to grab some take-out.
"Henry, I'll be right back. I'll have my cell if you need me. No TV," she called behind her as she strode out of the door, not even waiting for a reply.
Regina parked her car close to the entrance of the restaurant. As she walked up to the door, her heart almost stopped beating when she saw Emma through the window sitting at the counter, a beer and plate of fries in front of her. She was laughing and smiling with Ruby. The two of them looked quite chummy, even flirty. Emma cracked a joke and Ruby playfully smacked her in the arm, Emma leaning into the contact.
An icy fist grabbed the Mayor's heart. Regina knew Emma was probably lying to her earlier when she texted that she had to work, but she didn't expect Emma to lie so she could indulge with the town tart. If Emma was thinking she would get away with this, she was sorely mistaken.
A familiar sense of authority and confrontation grew in her chest with each footstep she took towards the door, and she marched with all the determination and command of a Queen. She yanked the door open, the gust of air blowing her hair and jacket back regally and strutted into the diner, gaining the attention of every customer, especially Emma.
The blonde's eyes widened, then diverted to the counter, knowing she was busted. The Mayor stalked up to the counter, barked her order at Ruby and smiled devilishly as the short-skirted waitress hustled to the kitchen to get away from the tempest that was Regina Mills.
The Mayor looked sideways at the blonde, sitting silently on her stool, trying not to make eye contact.
"Working tonight, Miss Swan?" Regina seethed, opening her posture towards Emma, giving her the full weight of her harshest glare.
"Something like that," Emma shot back, finally looking directly into the Mayor's eyes. There was less defiance in them than normal, and more of a defeated look that Regina had never seen before.
The Mayor was not going to let her off the hook easily, and continued to prod. "Well, good to see our tax money going towards a good cause. I'm sure Ruby will be quite obliging for you later on. Lord knows she has been for half the town," Regina spat, true venom in her voice.
"Whoa!" Emma looked up at her in surprise. "What exactly do you think I am doing here?"
"It's quite obvious Miss Swan, not that it matters to me. I couldn't care less about who you go home with tonight."
"Um, I think you do care, otherwise you wouldn't be so pissed off. I'm just here for the beer and some conversation with my friend." She emphasized the word 'friend' as much as she could. "I just needed some space," the deputy admitted, defeat creeping back into her voice and expression, glancing around to see that the other patrons were politely ignoring their conversation.
The Mayor lowered her voice. "I don't appreciate being lied to, Miss Swan. It's childish, and unattractive. Consider my invitation rescinded, tonight and all future nights," she said, dropping the bomb.
Emma's eyes squinted with apparent hurt, and her mouth pinched as if she were trying to keep herself from saying something.
Ruby returned, handing the Mayor her order with an outstretched arm, keeping as much distance as possible. Regina dropped some cash on the counter and snatched the bag away, turning to exit without another word.
Emma watched her leave, torn between letting her go and running after her before she lost her for good.
Ruby looked at her. "Another round, Deputy?" she asked hopefully, but Emma had already made up her mind.
"No, I'll close out." She hurriedly gave some money to Ruby and ran out of the restaurant.
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Regina had just buckled her seatbelt and she was pulling out of her parking space when two hands slammed on the hood of her car. She looked up, shocked, to see who she had apparently almost hit when she recognized the red jacket before she looked at the face it belonged to. The deputy was staring at her with a set jaw and defiance back in her features. She strode over to the passenger side door and let herself in.
"Regina..." she started with purpose in her tone, settling onto the leather seat. "I wasn't there to flirt with Ruby, or anyone else. I was there because I was pissed off at you for how you treated me at the council meeting, and I didn't know If I wanted to see you tonight. I'm sorry if that is childish, but it's how I wanted to deal with my feelings," she stated bluntly.
The Mayor looked at her blankly, inwardly grateful for the apology, but characteristically unwilling to make one of her own.
Emma continued, "Look, I'm not really good at relationships, or whatever it is that we are in. In my past, people have always lied to me, left me, and used me. It's left me a bit jaded and defensive, and when someone pushes me away, my first instinct is to run. I don't want to run from you, but I don't want to get hurt either. I just needed some time to sort out my feelings."
Regina's voice softened a bit at Emma's honesty. "Miss Swan, I realize that I may have been harsh at the council meeting, but I treated you like I would have treated anyone else in that situation. I am the Mayor of this town, and people expect me to act a certain way. If I start changing how I act around you, it would raise suspicions."
"I know Regina. I signed up for this," Emma grinned slightly, reading between the lines, "and I accept your apology."
Regina glared at her incredulously, but her expression was so typical Regina that it was more endearing than menacing, and Emma just smiled. "You don't have to say it, but I know now that you didn't mean to be mean, and I'm willing to bet you felt kind of bad for what you said," Emma paused, waiting for Regina to refute her. When no objection came, Emma knew she was right.
The blonde chuckled. "I will say, you're a piece of work, Madam Mayor, but a masterpiece nonetheless."
Regina turned away, rolling her eyes at Emma's cheesy line, but appreciating it anyway.
"I just don't want things to end between us. Not because of something this stupid," Emma bit her lip, not knowing if she should say the next part, but the beers had lubricated her speaking muscles and she went ahead anyway. "I like you. A lot. Even when you piss me off. I like being with you, and I don't want it to be over. I'm sorry I lied, and I'm sorry if I made you mad, but please..." she almost begged, surprised at the sincerity in her tone but realizing now that she had never been more honest about anything in her life, "...don't go."
The Mayor took a deep breath, softened her features, and bowed her head the tiniest bit. Normally she would have retained her indignation and ordered the offender out of her car, but the sincere tone in Emma's voice broke something in Regina and she faltered. "Fine. But no more lying. I have to be able to trust you," she stated firmly, looking directly into Emma's pleading eyes.
Emma's heart swelled. "You got it. Never again. I swear," she smiled, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair behind Regina's ear. "So how about that 11 o'clock appointment? Can I still keep it?" she asked slyly.
The mayor smiled halfway, tempted to cancel it to teach the woman a lesson, but the time for retribution was over. "If you must," she stated with false exasperation.
Emma beamed.
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10:53 pm...
Regina was pacing in her kitchen. She was trying hard to think about something else, something other than how slowly time seemed to be going. This is the longest minute ever, the Mayor thought to herself, waiting for the numbers to change on the clock. She took a sip of wine, and fluffed her hair for the hundredth time. Drumming her fingers on the counter top, Regina checked it again.
10:53. Damnit!
Taking a deep breath, Regina closed her eyes and thought about the wonderful words Emma said in the car: that she liked her and wanted to be with her, despite how Regina had treated her. Her tone was so incredibly honest and sincere that Regina knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she meant it. It was the first time anyone had been so clear about their feelings with her. Regina was no stranger to manipulation. It was how she got what she wanted from other people, and how others have tried to get what they wanted from her. But to have someone be so honest with her, laying their emotions bare and giving the Mayor all the opportunity in the world to trample them was a power she wasn't used to. It wasn't manipulative or false, it was sincere and innocent. Emma was trusting her, and seeing the blonde's mega-watt smile was all the encouragement she needed to get past whatever they were fighting about. Now, the Mayor was even having trouble even remembering what that was.
10:54. Uhhhhhhh! This is taking forever!
The Mayor shook her head at how obnoxious she was being. This was ridiculous, pacing and staring at the clock like she was some desperate high school girl waiting for her first date? A Queen never waits for anyone, Regina reminded herself, but she wasn't a queen anymore, and she certainly wasn't acting like one. She wondered if living in this new world had begun to make her somewhat provincial, like the rest of the town's inhabitants. Getting this worked up over someone like Emma Swan was so far from the Mayor's mark that it pulled into question her grasp on reality. Even with Graham, Regina was never anxious for him to show up. She waited for him, they would do their thing, and he would go. Simple. Predictable. Boring. Exactly what the Mayor's life had been like before this blonde stranger rolled into town, obliterating the Mayor's sense of control. Life was so much easier when she knew how each day was going to go, but Regina couldn't help but wonder if easier was better.
10:55 Fucking-A! Is this clock broken?
But what was it about this woman that made Regina feel so pulled towards her? She was beautiful, sexy, and there were the feelings of warmth and that rushing sensation that felt so much like magic whenever they came together, but it was more than that. The way she stared directly at Regina without fear or resentment awakened something inside the brunette that had been dormant for a long time. It was passion; the challenge of meeting an equal head-on, someone who could know her without judgement or inhibition. Emma had taken the Mayor in ways she didn't think were possible, and each experience stoked the flames that had started to spread in the former tundra of her heart.
10:55 God! Damnit!
Regina was truly starting to lose her mind. Knots had formed in her stomach, and she couldn't keep still. If it wasn't for the knock on the door, the Mayor wondered if she would have spontaneously combusted. The brunette had to fight to keep herself from running to the door, but she still made it there in record time.
Opening the door, Regina's jaw dropped to the floor. The woman in front of her was not wearing her usual jeans and leather jacket, but an incredible form-fitting pink dress, showing off all the woman's best assets. It stopped a few inches above her knees to reveal shapely legs descending into tall, black fuck-me heels. Her hair was curled into lose waves, falling over her shoulders and brushing the smooth skin of her neck and chest. Her eyes were doing this 'come-hither' look and she licked and nibbled her bottom lip in a way that made Regina's knees go weak.
"You like?" Emma asked provocatively, turing in a circle so Regina could marvel at how the dress hugged the curves of her thighs and ass. The back of the dress dipped low enough to reveal uninterrupted bare skin to the small of her back.
"My dear, you have no idea," the Mayor stated in a husky voice, completely at a loss for words to describe what heaven looks like. Emma sashayed towards her, moving her hips side to side as she advanced on the stunned brunette.
Entering the doorway, Emma reached out for the front of the Mayor's waistband on her dress pants, grabbing a handful of fabric and yanking the woman towards her. The blonde planted a hard kiss on red lips, stealing the other woman's breath. Emma reached up with her other hand and placed it to the side of Reina's neck, aligning the brunette's body with her own.
Regina placed her hands on the curve of the blonde's waist, pulling her even closer. She snuck her hands around Emma's lower back, feeling the absence of panty-lines as she slid her hands over the roundness of the other woman's ass. The Mayor's heart skipped a beat at the thought of Emma in nothing but the pink fabric of her dress, and how easy it would be to undress her. Regina began to pull them towards the living room, not breaking the contact between their lips and tongues.
Once the two women made it to the couch, Regina reached for the zipper on the side of Emma's dress. As much as she liked the look of femininity on the woman, there was another style she liked much better.
The Mayor pulled the zipper down as Emma chuckled. "Eager, Madam Mayor?"
Regina only growled in response.
The pink dress fell to a puddle around Emma's feet, the woman grinning ear to ear in her birthday suit, naked as the day she was born. Regina couldn't stop staring. She had seen Emma naked plenty of times before, but the way the dress just slid off her body in a fraction of a second to reveal everything Regina liked most in this world made her practically salivate.
Emma made quick work of the Mayor's blouse and pants, bra and panties, all the clothes ending up in a forgotten heap on the floor. The Mayor pushed Emma onto the couch and straddled one leg. Emma moaned as Regina's thigh put intentional pressure on her clit, and Regina could feel the blonde's wetness coat her own skin.
The Mayor nibbled on Emma's neck, alternating between teeth and tongue in a way that drove Emma completely crazy.
"God, Regina, I want you so much," Emma admitted breathlessly, her libido in overdrive from the pressure of Regina's thigh on her center and her tongue on her neck.
Regina positioned her red lips so they brushed the shell of Emma's ear. "I was hoping to try something new tonight," she husked into the blonde's ear. The brunette could feel her dominating side coming out, and her thoughts went immediately to the item she had purchased for just such an occasion.
"Ok," Emma consented, not even caring what that was going to be. Emma trusted Regina, which was never something that came easy for the blonde. After a lifetime of being let down by people who supposedly 'cared' for her, Emma had a hard time trusting anyone. But there was something about Regina that made Emma feel taken care of; protected, even.
Regina smiled at the other woman's eagerness. She took one of Emma's hands and lead it down to the woman's center, pressing Emma's fingertips against her own arousal.
"I'll be right back. Keep this warm for me," the Mayor demanded, placing a deep kiss on pink lips before slowly standing. Emma whined at the loss of warmth from Regina's body, but obediently worked her fingers through her own folds and over her clit as instructed. Regina grinned as she watched the blond play with herself for a moment, before disappearing up the stairs.
As she waited, the blonde toyed with her pussy, rubbing her clit and teasing her entrance, imaging it was Regina's hand. She closed her eyes, willing Regina to return as fast as possible. Emma brought her other hand up to her breast, finding a pebbled nipple and rolling it between her fingertips. The deputy recalled how Regina loved to lick her rosy peaks until they were hard, then take the flesh between her teeth, lightly scraping them which sent shockwaves of pleasure straight to Emma's core. Regina was usually diabolical in her passion, but always careful.
The Mayor returned after a minute and was instantly caught off guard by the sight in front of her: Emma Swan, naked on the couch, legs spread, with her fingers dancing over her clit and fondling her breasts. She was panting, eyes squeezed shut as wetness shined on her fingers and thighs. Regina had never wanted her more, and unconsciously moaned in utter desire.
Emma opened her eyes to the sight of the brunette in a silver, silk robe, with a tell-tale bump at the apex of her thighs.
Emma smirked in the way that she does right before she makes some lame joke. "Is that a –"
"Yes, Miss Swan, this is a strap-on under my robe and I am glad to see you," Regina finished, knowing what was about to come out of the blonde's mouth. "Is this ok?" she asked, careful to know Emma's exact feelings before continuing.
Emma bit her lip lustfully. "Yeah, that's – I mean – ok, it's pretty hot, actually."
Regina smiled. "Good girl."
The Mayor stalked over to the blonde, fingering the sash of the robe until it opened and the material slithered off of her body. Emma just gasped at the sight of the purple phallus extending from the sexy woman's naked body, strapped to her hips with soft, black leather straps.
Regina knelt between the other woman's thighs and replaced Emma's fingers with her own, pleased that the blonde was still wet and warm. She bent down to kiss Emma eagerly, the deputy moaning in anticipation.
Regina positioned the tip of the dildo at the lover's entrance. She looked into Emma's eyes for any sign of hesitation, but only saw yearning and lust.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," Regina requested gently.
"I want you inside of me," the blonde reassured her, cupping the Mayor's face in earnestness.
Regina wasted no time in slipping the first few inches of the phallus into Emma, the blonde moaning and closing her eyes at the intrusion. Regina paused, waited for her lover to adjust to the size of the object before sliding it in all the way. Emma's eyes shot open at the filling sensation, her mouth open in a silent expression of pleasure.
Regina withdrew almost totally from the woman before pushing back in all the way to the hilt. She repeated this a few times, feeling the dildo enter Emma with more and more ease as the blonde became accustomed to the rubber cock.
Emma began to move her hips slightly against Regina's in encouragement. It felt so damn good to be taken this way. The Myaor's dominate side was incredibly sexy, her eyes were black with desire and she bit her bottom lip as her hair swayed in rhythm with her thrusts. Emma felt herself submitting to Regina, allowing the older woman to set the pace, allowing her in as far as she wanted to go.
"Harder, Regina!" Emma begged, grasping the back of the brunette's neck and pulling her in.
Regina obliged. Harder and harder she pushed into her lover, rocking their bodies together in a natural rhythm. Emma arched her back, shoulders off the couch, allowing Regina in even farther. The Mayor hungrily bore into Emma, relishing in her dominance as Emma pleaded for more. Regina never wanted to stop. Her hips acted tirelessly, her arms never losing strength as she supported herself over the blonde.
The sounds of heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin filled the air. Regina's hips undulated against Emma's as she looked down possessively at the blonde, burying the shaft into Emma's pussy again and again.
Mine. The word repeated over and over in Regina's mind as she fucked the deputy with rolling, energetic thrusts.
Emma's wanton cries for more and moans of utter pleasure were like fuel to Regina. She continued to plow into the younger woman until she heard those fateful words, "I'm close!"
Regina slowed her rhythm but increased the pressure of the pelvic thrusts, digging deeper and deeper in Emma. She placed her fingers on either side of the blond's clit and pinched just so, causing Emma to quake and shudder in orgasm, having to bite on her own hand to keep from screaming.
Regina remained inside Emma as the blonde rode out her lengthy climax, shivering with aftershocks well after the event was over. The brunette laid on top of Emma, covering her like a blanket, placing light kisses on her lips, cheeks, nose and jawline.
Eventually Regina slid out of her lover, lying beside the woman on the over-sized couch. Emma brushed a few strands of hair out of her face, before turning to Regina with a cheeky grin.
"My turn."
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It turned out that make-up sex was the best kind of sex they had experienced so far, and the two women put some miles on the couch that night, satisfying each other until they were too exhausted to move. Emma proved to be just as skilled with the strap-on as Regina was, and they indulged in creative new positions, testing each other's limits and reveling in their pleasure. Eventually, the two women collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs and flesh nestled against each other as they recuperated.
Emma glanced at the clock on the mantle. 4:15 a.m. Shit! Had we really been going at each other for 5 hours? "Well, there goes my day tomorrow," Emma joked, motioning at the clock.
Regina groaned. "I have to be up in 2 hours," she stated dejectedly.
Emma laughed. "Just had to start something last night, didn't you?" she prodded, rubbing her nose against the other woman's shoulder.
"I wasn't the one showing up in a dress that would make a working-girl blush," Regina shot back good naturedly, twirling a lock of blonde hair around her fingers.
"Madam Mayor, are you calling me a lose woman?" Emma asked, acting aghast.
"Hardly dear. But you could make Aphrodite envious in that get-up."
Emma kissed the top of Regina's shoulder. "You're no slouch yourself, you know," teasing the other woman with the understatement of the year. "But now..." she yawned, "I hear my bed calling my name, and if I can convince Graham to let me come in after lunch, I'll actually be able to get some decent sleep," Emma planned aloud, knowing there was no such thing as a 'half-day' for the Mayor and she wanted to rub it in the brunette's face a little.
"Well..." Regina started to untangle herself from Emma, "By all means, don't let me delay your day of laziness," she said with an unconvincing tone of annoyance.
Emma smirked. "It's all your fault. You wore me out woman."
Regina grinned a half-smile of self-satisfaction as she donned the silk robe, gathering up her discarded clothes in one arm. Her feet were bare, her hair was a bit wild and her make-up had long-since rubbed off, leaving her in a perfect state of glorious naturalness.
The sight of the Mayor so disheveled in that slinky robe, with her nipples peaking against the fabric made Emma feel she could go another round. But the Mayor's dark brown eyes betrayed her sleepiness and she stood leaning to one side, looking like an overtired child waiting to be carried upstairs to bed. Emma never wanted to forget this moment; with her walls down and pure contentment radiating from her face, Regina looked absolutely perfect.
Begrudgingly Emma rose and slipped herself back into her pink dress, appreciating how the Mayor's eves devoured her once more. Emma stepped towards her lover, reached for her neck and pulled her close for a farewell kiss, gratefully knowing that this would not be the last one.