My antisocial tendencies are in bloom! I hope you're prepared for this, because right now, this fic is all I can think about. Oh, the mess I'm going to make of these poor characters. I hope everyone's as excited as I! xo
Regina woke the following Thursday feeling as refreshed as ever. She smiled at herself and slid out of bed. After a quick yoga session, she makes her bed and heads to the shower. Stripping out of short silk gown, she steps under the pulsing heat of the shower. She goes through her daily routine feeling better and better with each passing second. She is positively glowing by the time she is in her black Benz and on the way to town hall. She arrived shortly, feeling welcomed by chirping birds and the melodious whistling of wind through thick trees.
She always felt that her mayoral attire enhanced her already radiating power. She always found comfort in exceeding, almost as if the top was where she belonged. So that's where she stayed. She greeted her secretary, whose name she can't remember for the life of her, and quickly passed through the small crowd of people to her office. She clicked the lock and gave her secretary word she is not to be disturbed. She began admiring the eloquent designs that she has grown so accustomed to. The thought of another taking over her space made her skin crawl. She shuddered minutely, and turned her focus to the paperwork she was due to begin. A few pages in she found a letter. The ancient seal could be none other than Mr. Gold. Hmm, fitting an ancient mark for an ancient man, if you could even call him that she sneered internally. The only item the envelope held was a small card Your Move was scribbled simply across it. Whatever good mood she was in, she left it at the door, because now she was hot and ready for a fight. Regina was about to leave and yell at the imp some more, but decided that there was nothing left to argue, and sat back down. She began running the situation through her head over and over again. She was sure that there was no way to win without losing one of the things she loved most. What could she live without? Her passion, or her power? She was beginning to realize that having both came with a price. She could hardly think straight now, let alone make a life changing decision. Leave it to Gold to ruffle her feathers. No. She said to herself, she knew what she had to do but first, she had someone to talk to. She left her office without a word and drove in the direction of a certain blonde. She hoped Emma would be home, i not she might just implode where she sits. She drove in a contented silence and before she knew it she stood in front of the brightest color door she thought possible. Three well placed knocks later and the woman in question answered the door, still in sleepwear.
"Regina?" Emma asked, clearly caught off guard by her visitor.
"Miss Swan," Regina breathed, her positive energy filled her once again. "I came to speak with you." She finished and gave Henry, who was planted on the couch, a wave.
"Okay, come on in." Emma said and moved aside for her to come in.
"I came to speak with you, in private." She said motioning to her car.
"Uh, okay." Emma said, quite confused. "I'll be right back, kid." She called behind her. She followed Regina into the cab of a sleek black Mercedes. "Nice." She told her.
Regina had no time to spare, as she was just about to burst with information. "Miss Swan, as you are aware, I am the mayor of this town and have been for quite some time." She began, receiving a nod. "Well, as of recently I found out that I do not actually own my stables, or at least the land that they're residing." She looked away from Emma and over to her home.
"What does that have to do with you being mayor?" Emma asked her.
"Well, the man who owns this land is very manipulative. He and my family have been at one another's throats for as long as I can recall. He came to me and asked that I relinquish myself as mayor, and in return he would hand over the deed to the property." Regina finished with sadness in her voice. She looked back up at Emma who was listening to her every word, so she continued. "And if I refuse, he will run all my work into the ground. Moral of the story, I hate to lose, and agreeing to this deal will be a lose for me no matter what I decide. I've only a week to make a choice." A tear teased her eyelids but was blinked back into submission. "And I can't decide between power, and passion." They sat in silence, neither knowing what to say until Regina spoke up. "So I came here, because when I thought about what to decide, all I could think about was what you would say. I know it is a silly notion, since we've only just met, but you just waltzed into my life and.." Regina got caught in the moment silenced herself to stop the emotion that threatened to overcome her.
"Made sense?" Emma finished her sentence.
"It's ridiculous, I'm aware, but-" She was brought to a pause when she noticed that Emma's eyes had too been threatened with tears.
"Regina." Emma began, but Regina was done with words, she grabbed Emma by her shirt and crashed their lips together. Emma realized what had happened after a moment and fell into a rhythm with the brunette. When Regina's tongue danced across her lips, Emma granted access immediately and followed in suite. Regina pulled back and pushed Emma away from her, both sharing a disoriented look. Emma then did what she did best and opened the car door.
"I think your best bet is passion, because power always fades." Emma answered, and gave the brunette an awkward smile. "See you on Saturday, Miss Mills." The last line was followed by the slamming of a door.
Regina didn't know how she felt in that moment, but one thing was for sure; she knew what she was going to do. She started her engine and headed back to town hall.
Emma barely made it through the door before she fell to her knees. She's know's what just happened, but it's believing it that she's struggling with.
"Are you okay?" Henry asked, staring at his mother who had been collapsed on the floor for a hearty ten minutes.
"Huh." Emma grunted nearly two minutes later.
"Uh, I haven't said anything for like five minutes." Henry exaggerated.
"I'm sorry, I just-" She gave pause, thinking Henry didn't want to hear about her make-out session with the neighbor/riding instructor/ mayor or would it be ex-mayor? Whatever it was. she was keeping it to herself.
"Just what?" He asked, his attention off the television and focused fully on his mothers antics.
"I fell." She let out. "And it hurt, but now I feel fine." She shrugged off the situation before he could dig deeper into her lies. "I'm hungry now." She said standing and jogging to the kitchen, knowing her son watched her with curious eyes. "Hey, chicken nuggets!" She sang shaking the box.
"Let's eat all the nuggets." Henry said in a deep and serious voice, triggering a fit of laughter in the both of them, the awkward moment they shared, already forgotten. But as Emma preheated the over she couldn't help but run a finger over her lips. She could still feel the sensation, the mayors taste still lingered dancing on her buds so she'd not soon forget. Regina Mills wanted her, the feeling was alive within both the women, and it was making itself right at home.
When the day was done, mother and son had eaten a grand total of fifty chicken nuggets, three large bags of chips, a bucket of sour licorice, as well as downing a two liter of soda each. To most, this gluttonous behavior would end in diabetes, but for the Swan pair a fast metabolic rate gave them a free pig-out pass. It was nearly midnight when Emma finally settled in bed. She was tired as well as sated so sleep should come easily. She had been a minute away from being consumed by the unconscious world when her phone alerted her of a message. Though she was angry for having sleep stolen from her, she quickly realized that whoever was contacting her at one in the morning, probably have something important to say. She pulled out her phone and after being momentarily blinded by the drastic change in her surrounding darkness, she saw a message from Regina. Her heart pounded and a pang of arousal hit her at the thought of the woman. The woman who was different from any other she'd met.
My time as mayor has come to an end. Thank you for assisting me. xxx
Emma's heart pounded faster, she had actually taken her advice. She hurried to reply.
I'm glad you get to do what you love. Plus you do still have power, so many kids are afraid of you! You get the best of both worlds, it seems. Anytime you need my help, don't hesitate. ;)
Emma's response could have been better but her half asleep self thought it to be presentable. She made way to fall asleep when another vibration shook her back to life.
Seems I do, dear. I won't do so much speaking the next time I wish for you. Sleep well, Emma, I hope to see you in my dreams.
Emma was taken back slightly by the reply nut, she was far too tired to confuse herself.
Good night, Regina.
That was all Emma was good for, and before her head even hit the pillow. She fell asleep hoping a certain ex-mayor would make a guest appearance in her subconscious.
Emma was up at the ass-crack of dawn. A warm ray kissed her face, almost asking her to awaken and begin her day early. Long lashes flittered and fluttered for a few moments before revealing emerald irises. Her instincts told her to allow slumber to consume her, but her body was wide awake, telling her to get a move on before it ran off without her. She slowly got up and moved like a zombie to the closet where she traded cotton shorts and a gray tank for leggings and a similarly colored sports bra. Blonde locks were swept up into a messy pony tail, that of course looked better than usual, since her intentions weren't looking like a superstar. Not like you could any, stop flattering yourself, she chastised mentally. Making sure to leave a note where Henry would find it, she grabbed headphones and a water bottle before she headed out.
Running always came naturally to her, ever since she were a kid trying to escape the clutches of countless foster parents. When she was afraid, running brought her back down to Earth; and when her mood hit high noon, a run was just what she needed to rid of excess energy. As her pink Nike's smacked her pavement to the same beat as "Law Man" by Jefferson Airplane, she scanned the area for a trail.
Law man, I'm afraid you just walked in here, at the wrong time you know my old man's gun has never been fired, but there's a first time. And this could be, this could be the first time.
Law man, you know you look to be a lot younger than me, and I'd hate to shoot a baby. You got a long way to go before you're old and slow, and it could be a good time, if you change your mind.
She sang through the song she'd listened to countless times, and smiled to herself at all the memories it brought back. The good and the bad, she'd always sought out The Airplane to soothe her soul, so restless. Too wrapped up in her own pursuit she didn't notice as another runner slithered up behind her.
"Hey, Emma!" Came the muffled voice of Ruby, clad in red running shoes, black leggings, and a scarlet pullover.
"Jesus!" Emma said as she nearly jumped out of her skin. "Ruby, hey, I didn't take you as a runner." She added once she regained equilibrium.
"Well, with these legs, I've got to do something." She replied with a suggestive smirk and chuckle to match.
"Touché." Emma agreed with an equally mischievous grin.
The pair ran with only the sound of feet pushing away gravel with each bound, and steady pants rising out from both women.
"OH!" Ruby exclaimed, making Emma jump, but it went unnoticed by the brunette. "Girl's Night tonight! I've got it all planned out. But, it's a surprise. All I can tell you is that Mary Margaret will be there, as well as Belle." Ruby finished and blushed slightly when she mentioned Belle. Due to her already flushed cheeks, Emma was unaware.
"That sounds awesome and all, but I can't." Emma said sadly, causing the waitress's smile to falter.
"What, why?" She asked, shocked.
"I don't have anyone to watch Henry."Emma explained.
"Well, there's an easy fix! Mary Margaret's boy toy can watch him." Ruby said simply.
"Thanks, but I'd prefer someone I know over someone's, boy toy is it?" She answered with a laugh at the term of endearment Ruby had used.
"Who do you even know? I've only seen you talk to Regina, and I'd bet money that she'd laugh in your face if you asked her to babysit." Ruby commented, causing Emma to shrug in agreement. Not like she'd even ask Regina for something like that, though Henry has taken quite the shine to her. "How about, you come to MM's for dinner, you can meet David, and Belle, and decide if he's worthy to watch Henry. If not, we just have dinner, but if you like him we get to have Girl's night."
Emma rolled the idea over, it seemed like a good enough plan, a win-win for her which ever way it went. "Alright, send me her address." She answered finally.
"Yay!" Ruby exclaimed with a small jump. "We're going to have so much fun!" She commented as they reached a fork in the trail. "I should get going, I need to shower before my shift. See you tonight, Em!" She gave a wave and took the path to the left while Emma continued onward. She ran the eight mile loop and stopped once she reached her drive way. She checked her mail, but nothing had arrived. Making her way up to the house she glanced over to Regina's place, and saw the woman in question riding atop a white horse that looked as majestic as she. Emma smiled and headed in. Henry still slept soundly, so she shut his door and made way to a much needed shower.
Around 6:30 p.m. mother and son set off to Mary Margaret and David's apartment. Henry was told about David and the possibility of a Guy's night for he and the man. The kid was excited, he'd always been a social butterfly, it was one of the things Emma loved most about her son. The drive had been a short one and they made their way up the stairs to the second floor, a few quick knocks later and they were greeted by MM.
"Hey!" The pixie welcomed them with a quick hug. "I'm glad you could make it!"
"Me, too," Emma replied kindly. "You look great." She complimented the raven haired girl on her white party dress and silver kitten heels.
"Thank you, you look even more so." The kind woman just couldn't go without praising Emma, who looked lovely in a silken shirt of hunter green that flowed into black dress pants. "Your shirt just brings out your eyes in the best way!" She added.
"Oh, stop." Emma said flattered by the compliments she was so unaccustomed to. She glanced around the home, it was rustic and comfortable which suited the woman well. Her eyes fell to the couch where Ruby was sitting with a blonde man, who Emma presumed was David. The man stood and extended a muscular arm to her.
"Hi, David Nolan. I've been hearing good things about you." They shook hands and he turned to Henry, who stood close by his mother. "Henry, I take it. Wow, you're only seven. I was expecting someone shorter." The man knew just how to win the boy over. Emma heard a giggle behind her back and the presence moved to shake David outstretched hand. "Woah!" The man faked being weakened by the gesture. "A mean shake you got there, kid!" He said in mock surprise, but he fooled Henry, or if he didn't he at least got the boy to warm up to him. Emma already liked the man, he was kind and open just like the woman he shared this home with.
Another knock on the door indicated the arrival of a new guest, an auburn haired girl who looked stunning in a royal blue satin dress. "Belle." Mary Margaret said warmly and pulled the girl into a hug. Everyone else said their hello's and once all were aquatinted they sat down to eat.
Mary Margaret had prepared chicken parmesan, which everyone thoroughly enjoyed. A few moans of compliment were sent MM's way, and she smiled upon the affection. Dinner only lasted a matter of minutes before plates were cleared and thanks were given, Emma decided to herself that a night out would be perfect. Also, that David and Henry had been talking since they arrived and didn't look like they were to stop anytime soon. So they ladies fixed themselves and trekked down to Ruby's Mustang. The engine purred through the town and Emma was slightly off put by them crossing the town line.
"So, I know I'm not supposed to ask question-" Emma began.
"Then don't, we're almost there." Ruby cut her off and gave her a wicked grin. She pulled onto a dirt road and traveled down to and empty field.
"Okay, what the fuck. Are you going to try to kill me, because I really didn't take you as the cult type." Emma said after everyone got out of the car.
"Do you hear it?" Belle asked, Emma now hearing her Australian accent. She listened and focused in on the faint thump of party music. She looked at her new found friends as they turned and walked to the center of the field where a small boulder lay still. Ruby knocked on the rock, that sounded hollow, and Emma wasn't surprised when it moved aside to grant them entrance.
"Pretty cool, right? It's the most secretive club in Maine." Ruby answered walking down a lengthy flight of stairs. The three followed her, trying to maintain balance in heels.
"So where are all the cars?" Emma asked, they'd been the only one within viewing distance.
"This isn't the only way in, there's nearly 10 more." Belle answered in front of her.
"Nice." Emma answered, only now noticing Belle and Ruby's handholding. She grinned at the sights, they were a fine pair, both kind and beautiful. The sight of the two caused her mind to wander back to Regina, what she was doing right now, and if she'd ever been to this place. Probably not, she was high class, she probably only went to wine tastings and five star bars. Definitely not like the dives and underground places Emma had grown accustomed to. The music became louder and Emma grew more excited to see the place they'd been walking so tirelessly to find. They came to a stone slab that Ruby then knocked a pattern into, granting them access. The room it opened up to could have been a mile squared, Emma was taken back by the immense size of the room. The ceiling was low, eight feet, maybe ten, and was splattered with glowing paint. The artwork that covered all the walls, floors, and ceilings was beautifully done. The blonde was tempted to ask questions about the place, but it was far too loud and she was being pulled by Mary Margaret to a nearby island that turned out to be a full service bar. Emma was in awe of the place as she was handed a shot of tequila along with a lime slice. She finished it in one gulp, chasing it with the slice. This was going to be fun, she could feel it.
After countless shots, she was beyond the point of no return. She had flashes of strangers whom she danced on and a few she took body shots off of. A crowd cheered when Ruby and Belle began to kiss hungrily. Mary Margaret had been tipsy, but she was far from the likes of her three friends, taking it upon herself to be designated driver.
After a few hours passed, Mary Margaret rounded up her toxic friends and led them back to the field where Ruby's car remained.
"Ruby," She asked again, tired of the younger woman's games. "Give me they keys. You are far too drunk to drive, you wouldn't want to wreck such a pretty car." MM added, knowing Ruby would agree.
"Yurr r'gt my car is too pr'y." The girl slurred and tripped as she tossed her friend the keys. Emma and MM took the fronts while the other two were too wrapped up in one another to even notice they were in the car.
The group drove in silence, Emma closed her eyes, feeling more like she was swimming that in a moving vehicle. Belle and Ruby made occasional noises to indicate they were still dry fucking in the back. Well, at least they hoped that was the case, at least it was Ruby's car if not.
"Emma, do you want to stay with me or go home?" Mary Margaret's voice wavered into her consciousness. "Henry can stay and you can go get him and your car, if you choose to stay home."
"I," She began, hardly able to hold on to a train of thought. "He can't s' me, too drunk." She said, lengthening each word so she could think of the next.
"Okay, I'll tell him, let me walk you in." Emma waited for her friends help then slurred a 'thank you' to Ruby and Belle, who grunted in response. She leaned on the brunette all the way to her door, where she found her keys and allowed the woman to unlock it, gaining entry. "Where's your room, sweetie?" She asked, and Emma pointed to the kitchen then to the left. Mary Margaret set her down gently on the bed and asked of Emma needed anything before she left. Emma refused and gave her thanks, as well as other alcohol infused compliments. Soon the woman was gone, and Emma went to grab her phone, she had a message. It was sent only an hour ago.
Goodnight again, Miss Swan
Emma smirked at the message and dialed it's sender. After about seven rings, there was an answer.
"Miss Swan, what are you doing? It's three in the morning. Explain yourself." Regina attempted to be intimidating, but to Emma her voice was inviting.
"I'm s'rry R'gina, d'nt think you'd be 'sleep." She slurred into the phone.
"Are you drunk?" Came a concerned response. "Where are you, are you okay?" Emma grinned at her tone, and tried to answer.
"I am."She laughed. "Emma's 'ome, doing a'right." She giggled again.
"And Henry, is in no danger?"
"No, no. He's w'th the shepard." She answered, slurring less.
"Answer the door, I'm coming over." The woman deadpanned and hung up. Emma stood up, and wobbled for a moment, but caught herself. She journeyed to the door, and made it there just as a knock sounded. She opened the door and Regina pushed in past her. Emma inhaled as the woman passed, taking in jasmine and apple. She grinned wickedly as she fell against the door, slamming it. Regina jumped at the sudden noise and went to help Emma up off the ground. "You should learn to better control your habits, dear." She told Emma and sat down with her on the couch.
Emma looked at her intently for a long while to the woman's discomfort. "Are you r'lly here?" She asked and ran her hands over Regina's form.
"Yes." She whispered in Emma's ear, her breath tickling, causing Emma to giggle and twitch. "Do you know why?"
"To save me?" Emma asked, eyes closed. Emma awaited an answer, but when she opened her eyes she was greeted with a stripping brunette.
"To seduce you." The woman answered in a low tone. This time it was Emma who brought them together, she brought Regina into a savage kiss that could only mean one thing. The woman fell into a rhythm and soon tongues were battling for dominance. Regina tore the blonde's shirt from her, ripping it in the process. Emma wanted to complain but didn't know how. She ran her fingers through dark locks, receiving a low moan in response. Her arousal only seemed to build as the seconds passed.
"I want you." She told Regina, and went to undo a lace bra. Sneaky hands were slapped away, and the older woman pulled back and smirked devilishly. Regina reached into Emma pants and cupped her through cotton panties.
"I know." She told her. "But do you take me as the type of woman to take advantage?" She asked tightening her grip, causing Emma to moan quite loudly. The leaned in to the blonde ear. "I want you to remember every time I make you come undone." She promised. And with one last squeeze she stood, sauntering back to the door. Emma watched as she pulled her coat across the chest to cover up the exposed skin. "Goodnight, Miss Swan." She added and the door clicked shut. Emma sat for a while, her slowly sobering mind tried to process what happened.
Emma fell back to bed, the only thing she knew for sure was the Regina Mills, was a fucking tease.
Just a taste of what's to come ;) thought you deserved it. Being a tease is one thing Regina and I have in common. xo
