The next morning, Regina opened her eyes slowly. She often dreamed of her Evil Queen self on nights that seemed restless. True, her nights were not as peaceful as of late but, still. Things were different last night. Very different.
Instead of dreaming back to her time as Queen, Regina dreamt of Emma. Given, one was a fantasy that Regina would love to forget ever existed, the other was just a dream of the Sheriff. This dream was more of a memory. The first time they met, their fight, seeing her with Henry… So many memories. Regina had Emma on her mind and she found no reprieve.
"Mom?" Henry's voice called out from the door way of her room. "Are you up, yet?"
Regina stirred and sat up, looking at Henry. "You're up early…"
"No. You're up late." Henry said, pointing to the clock.
The small boy was right. Regina was late for the first time in her life. It was almost eight o' clock and Henry needed to get to school.
"Shit!" Regina cursed under her breath, jumping up, and running to her closet.
"I heard that…" Henry said with a smirk, turning around, and walking down the stairs to the kitchen. He wanted to ascertain that Regina was in fact evil, and cursing in front of a child, or cursing in general, was something that she didn't do out loud.
Pulling on whatever clothes her fingers met first, Regina flew across her room and then out of it, her makeup half on, her hair not brushed, and her shoes in hand. "Henry! Are you ready?" She called to him, running down the stairs. Looking up, she caught a glimpse of golden hair in sunlight as she realized that Emma was standing, in uniform, right next to the front door.
"Good morning, Madame Mayor." Emma said, coolly.
"What are you doing here?" Regina said, harshly, trying to cover up her appearance with attitude, though her heart beat a little faster.
"I hope you don't mind. I called Emma to come and get me so you'd have time to get ready." Henry said, emerging from the dining room with his backpack already on and a bagel in his hand.
"I wish you would have told me, first, Henry. I'm perfectly capable of taking you and getting you to school on time." Regina said, her eyes not leaving Emma's.
"I have to pass the school on the way to the department, anyway. It's no trouble." Emma said, smirking slightly. "Plus, you look like you could use the extra time to finish getting ready."
Regina held back a sound of disgust with the Sheriff's witty comment.
"Mom." Henry said, looking up to her. "Can Emma and I hang out after school? I know you have a meeting and I really don't want to go to-"
"No, Henry." Regina cut him off.
"But, Mom…" Henry whined.
"Hey, kid. It's fine." Emma said, looking down at him, breaking the tense eye contact she held with Regina. "We'll hang out later."
"Mom! Please?" Henry looked up at Regina, hoping she would give in.
Regina stared into Emma's eyes for the longest moment before looking down at Henry who looked at her hopefully. "Oh, alright. Fine. But he needs to be back by seven thirty. No later." Regina said to Emma. Henry smiled and ran out of the house leaving them alone.
"Deal." Emma said as she looked back up into the Mayor's amber eyes. "Until then, Mayor Mills." Emma said as she turned to leave.
"Sheriff Swan…" Regina started, causing Emma to turn around and catch her eye contact again. "Never mind." She said, smirking slightly.
"What were you going to say?" Emma asked, holding back any inkling that she was hanging on every word.
Regina just chuckled softly, walking forward to her. "Take better care in drinking your coffee, Sheriff" Regina stated, reaching forward and tracing a new coffee stain that was ever so conveniently located above her right breast. "Wouldn't want your uniform all tarnished, would we? I take pride in saying that Storybrooke still has some class and I do not want your carelessness ruining the preservation of that standard. Clear?" The Mayor asked, her hand lingering at the spot, but brushing her breast ever so slightly when she lowered it.
Emma's chest leaned into the touch immediately but covered it up by responding quickly. "Crystal." Emma couldn't bring herself to break eye contact with the Mayor and it was only until Henry who had found his way into her yellow bug beeped the horn that they both jumped and looked.
"Shouldn't you be gone already, Sheriff Swan." Regina stated, her eyes reflecting the smirk that was ever so apparent on her face.
Emma simply nodded, finally breaking eye contact with Regina. Tripping on the rug a little and almost falling over she composed herself and walked out to her car.
"Isn't she cranky in the morning?" Henry asked when Emma got into her car.
"Yeah, kid. But who isn't?" Emma said, smiling at Henry and putting her car in drive. Stealing one last look at the house before driving away, Emma could have sworn she saw Regina at the window, still staring at her with those dark amber eyes a wicked smile on her lips.
As Emma took Henry to school, he blathered on about Operation Cobra as Emma halfheartedly listened. She didn't want to think about breaking Regina down, she wanted to think about peering into her mind and getting a glimpse of what went on inside. The good thing was that Henry wasn't fazed by Emma and Regina's normal behavior and didn't sense anything new or different about it.
"Looks like we're here, Henry." Emma said, pulling up to the school and turning off the car. "Have a good day and I'll see you later, alright?" She asked the young boy who was unbuckling his seatbelt and taking his backpack.
"Okay." Henry said opening the door just as the school bell rang. "Bye Mom—I mean Emma." He stumbled, his face turning red as he shut the car door and ran to the entrance of the school.
"Bye, Henry." A small smile graced her lips as she watched Henry run off. He was a good kid and she was proud at the thought that she gave birth to him. Moving her hand to turn the key in the ignition she realized the badge on her belt was gone. 'Where could it have fallen off?' She wondered to herself. She remembered clipping to her belt that morning and there was no where it could have—
"Regina." Emma hissed. She tripped at the Mayor's house and it very well could have fallen off there and then. Regardless she needed her badge and she most likely would have to face Regina to get it. As she turned on her car and set off towards the Mayor's house, she hoped that she wasn't home but secretly hoped that she was.
Parking the car on the street, Emma took a deep breath and unhooked her seat belt. Getting out of her bug and walking towards the house, she noticed that the Mayor's black car was still there. 'Just go in and come back out. You just need the badge, Emma.' Her mind reassured her. Walking up to the door she heard the sound of running water and her heart began to race a little. Good, Regina was in the shower and she could go in and come back out quickly. Reaching for the door knob she turned it slowly and inched inside.
The lighting of house was dimmer than usual and no lights were on except the golden light that poured from an upstairs room that Emma assumed was Regina's. Seeing this, Emma turned around to walk out of the house again for fear that she would be discovered. But, Emma wanted to be swift with the finding of her badge but was tempted by the sight of the open door, the golden light, the sound running water. Tempting like a beautiful, luscious red apple. Even deep down the thought of Regina's naked body glistening with water tempted her even greater that her heartbeat pounded in her ears. The heartbeat grew louder in her head and then traveled between her legs. Lust for the Mayor would consume her and all because of the sound of running water but still her hand was on the door knob to leave without the badge.
"You won't find what you're looking for out there, dear." The deep seductive voice of the Mayor purred.
Emma jumped and turned around to face the staircase. There at the top, clad in a short black silk robe, was the Mayor of Storybrooke. Her dry hair was pinned back and her body was still wet. Emma's jaw dropped immediately at the sight of this. Her heart had been pounding in her ears too loudly and she didn't hear the water shut off. "I-I.." Emma started.
"You would think that being the Sheriff, Miss Swan," Regina said as she began descending the stairs slowly, "You would know that trespassing is a crime punishable by law."
Emma stared at Regina, her mouth dry, her eyes not daring leave the Mayor's.
"You'll be glad that I'm not going to report you." Regina said reaching the foot of the stairs and walking towards Emma.
"You're not?" Emma was able to mumble.
"No. You just came to collect this, right?" Regina said flashing a silver badge that she held in the palm of her hand.
Emma nodded.
"Well, well, well." Regina said, her eyes invading Emma's and that familiar smirk on her lips. "You really should keep better track of your belongings."
Swallowing was hard for her dry mouth and throat but somehow she managed to once as Regina grew ever closer. Her body shook in anticipation to the brunette's actions. She was unpredictable in this state.
"Y-Yes." Emma stuttered, her eyes avoiding the Mayor's.
"Look at me, Miss Swan." Regina said softly, though the intent of an order was clear.
Emma made no hesitation to look at Regina who was now very close, too close. The Sheriff could feel the warmth of Regina's breath on her face as those amber eyes bore into hers. Wild amusement danced within those eyes as Emma's breathing quickened. She had been focused on the face of the Mayor and her attention moved downward. The Mayor's body was pressed against hers softly. Emma could feel everything. The curve of her breast, the plains of her stomach, all covered by the robe were both wet and warm against her own figure. The familiar feelings in the pit of Emma's stomach returned and she felt herself leaning towards Regina's lips. The second their lips brushed, Regina pulled away.
"Now, now Sheriff…" Regina taunted, exhaling deeply knowing that every word, every movement, every touch had Emma dangling by a thread. "Are you feeling alright, Sheriff?" Regina asked.
Emma didn't respond but closed her eyes for a moment, her body a live wire, her breathing heavy, and her heart pounding rapidly in her chest.
"Let me take you upstairs." Regina said, her hands working at something on her stomach. "You can lie down. Maybe you'll feel better."
Emma then felt the black lace slide away. She did nothing but comply.