Chapter 4

"You want to play this game," Emma growled. "Let's play."

She crossed the room toward Regina in three quick strides and grabbed the brunette, roughly dragging her to the living room. Regina landed on her long couch with a yelp of surprise but did not have the chance to collect herself in time as Emma immediately pinned her down and straddled her thigh.

"You will never own me," Regina tried to shove the woman above her off but Emma only smirked.

Leaning down to the brunette's ear, Emma breathed hotly, "Who said I wanted to?"

Then Emma bit down on Regina's neck and the brunette gave an unexpected moan, silently cursing herself for such open display of wanton need for the blonde. Emma placed large open mouth kisses along Regina's neck to her collarbone, biting and sucking fervently along the way.

Below her, Regina chuckled lowly and Emma growled.

"What the fuck is so funny?"

"You say you didn't want to own me, yet here you are, marking me. But I shouldn't say I'm surprised, you do have a tendency to not wanting to admit who you reallyare. Am I right, slut?"

With a burst of anger, Emma ripped the silk blouse Regina was donning apart, buttons strewing all over the living room floor.

"Ms. Swan! That blouse is expen-"

Regina's indignant shout was cut off by Emma's tongue ravaging her mouth and the words died on her throat as the brunette succumbed and brought her hands under the blonde's tank top, gripping so hard it left contrasting red crescents on Emma's moonlight skin. Pulling away, Emma quickly shed Regina off her bra so that the only thing between them was her own tank top. Bringing herself down, Emma bit down on an already hardened nipple and took delight in Regina's gasp of pain as she alternated between biting and sucking. Regina gritted her teeth in a huge effort to keep silent but her needs betrayed her as she arched her back toward the contact, hands pushing on Emma's head and urging the blonde to move southward.

"Don't tell me what to do," Emma snapped, one hand grabbing both of Regina's wrists and pinning them above the brunette. Saying nothing, the brunette only smirked which proved to fuel Emma's anger.

Irritated at how Regina seemed to be enjoying every second of this no matter how Emma tried to inflict pain, the blonde could only think of one thing. Bringing her other hand under Regina's skirt, she pressed against the other woman's center lightly over her panties, which Emma could feel was already drenched. She ran a finger in small circles over the wet fabric, fixing her stare on Regina as the brunette bit her own lip, bringing her hips down to get more friction.

Regina started growing increasingly frustrated as the blonde pulled her finger back whenever she tried grinding down further on it. Just as she was about to demand, Emma pulled Regina's black panties down and bunched her skirt up in one swift movement, exposing her most private area. Regina took in a sharp intake of breath as Emma pressed one hard finger against her clit, the pleasure amounting to greater heights.

"So wet for me," Emma whispered as she dragged a fingernail against the brunette's clit and Regina gave a strangled cry which substituted as a moan.

"Is this what you always do, Madame Mayor?" Emma asked as she slipped a finger easily into Regina's slick folds and started pumping slowly.

"Seduce the people you need favours from and then spread your legs for them?"

Regina said nothing, only closing her eyes and concentrating on the feeling drawn out by Emma's index as the pumping started to speed up.

"I wonder who else got into your bed," Emma snickered, adding another finger and increasing her movements. "That male secretary of yours, perhaps? You'd definitely need him around for all that paperwork, don't you Mayor? The postman, even? Anyone else I know?"

Emma pushed a thumb onto Regina's clit and started stroking in circles repetitively, drawing a loud gasp from Regina as her eyes shot open and she started to move, already desperate.

"Stop teasing, Ms. Swan," Regina growled and Emma only smirked, glad she was having the upper hand. Regina's growl only turned into a hiss of anger when Emma withdrew her hand completely and met her thundering gaze with a steady glare.

"Beg for it."

Regina lay panting below the blonde, who was still fully clothed, feeling the flush of anger manifest on her reddened cheeks. In this beginning of fall, the only warmth her near naked body was getting is from Emma and frankly, she would rather freeze to death than surrender.

"Never," Regina curled her lips up into a sneer.

"Then go fuck yourself," Emma said and she shoved herself off the brunette none too gently, standing back and folding her arms.

The icy chill was the first thing Regina felt but the brunette did not even bat an eyelid, only training her glare at the blonde in front of her, a smirk forming on her face. Yes, her body was still heated up to a point and she certainly was very sexually frustrated, but if this was the game Emma wanted to play, so be it.

Emma watched as Regina positioned herself to a more comfortable position lying down, spreading her legs and bringing a hand to her own sex, rubbing slowly.

"Yes," Regina breathed and her eyes never left the blonde's, relishing in the fact that Emma's eyes never left her lower body region.

Emma felt herself getting more and more turned on by the minute, listening to Regina's soft moans and breathy words as she watched the brunette pump two fingers into herself at a constant pace. The lusty gaze that Regina kept on her was not helping either. The tightness of her jeans against her own burning need was not helping in the least. Her panties had been soaked before and she would not be surprised if the thick material of her jeans was now wet. Even shifting of her feet elicited an unexpected groan of pleasure as her jeans hit on her already swollen clit and Emma flushed, sure that Regina had heard her.

"Come…"

Finally finding the strength to look away from Regina's moving fingers, Emma brought her gaze to Regina and saw the brunette motioning to her with one finger.

"Come and fuckme, Deputy."

Emma's rational thoughts kept her rooted to the spot, but her five senses were almost on overload: the smell of Regina's musky arousal in the air, the grunts and moans increasing in volume each time, the feel of Regina on her sticky fingers, her tongue that was dying for a taste and a very naked and wanting Regina in front of her.

"Come for me," Regina's breathy whisper called out to her again and this time, Emma walked trancelike toward the brunette and straddled her like before.

Swatting Regina's hand away, Emma wasted no time as she drove three fingers into the brunette hard and fast and started pumping.

"Yes!" Regina gasped loudly, and urged the blonde on, rocking her hips to keep up with the friction. The gasp snapped something inside of Emma and she increased her pace in movements, remembering every mock and insult the brunette threw at her.

"Faster!"

And faster Emma did, grinding herself down hard on Regina's thigh, unable to control herself any longer. Finally adding a fourth finger, Emma grunted at how tight Regina felt around her fingers and she pumped incessantly, rubbing her thumb over Regina's clit and twisting her fingers, finally bringing Regina over the edge.

At climax, Regina bit down on Emma's bare shoulder to muffle her cries as she continuously rocked herself on Emma's fingers, trying to prolong her orgasm. The pain was what it took for Emma to come undone herself and she collapsed onto the brunette soon after, withdrawing her fingers from Regina.

They lay spent, slumped against each other on the couch and panting heavily for a while before Emma, realizing what she had done, scrambled off Regina.

"You bitch! You did this."

"Did what?" Regina gave a small mirthless laugh, her eyes still closed in bliss. "You did everything yourself, dear. And believe me, I would thank you, but that is if I wanted to."

Emma stared at the woman in front of her almost in disbelief before she searched the room for her red jacket and grabbed it.

"You disgust me," Emma spat as Regina collected herself, smoothing her skirt and then gathering her discarded clothing.

Regina only smirked before it turned into a visible scowl, "Try looking into the mirror, Ms. Swan and see who disgusts you more. Now get the hell out of my house."

Controlling the urge to hit the woman again, Emma only left and slammed the front door in her wake.

She let anger take the wheel as she sped through Main Street. It was only when she reached Henry's playground when she finally allowed her head to slump against the wheel, punching the leather seat beneath her repeatedly. The guilt and self-hatred washed over her like a tidal wave as she remembered the night's events and Emma gritted her teeth, the memories of Regina's smug smile and mocking insults an echo inside the cave of her head.

She hated to admit it but Regina was right, Emma thought bitterly. The only person who disgusted her more than anyone else in this world was ultimately herself. But she was not going to admit to something she was not taking the blame for.

Getting a grip of herself, Emma turned and headed back to the apartment.

Well Madame Mayor, Emma thought as she stepped on the accelerator, if I'm disgusting, you're no better.

[-]

The soft click of the lock caught Mary Margaret's attention and she breathed an internal sigh of relief as the blonde stepped in. Sure, Emma had told her that she was going to have dinner at Regina's house and told her not to wait up. Although surprised at first, Mary Margaret spared her roommate of the probing as she saw the open display of nervousness on Emma's features and she only bid her a good luck, jokingly warning her not to set the Mayor's house on fire.

She had intended on turning in early seeing that it was a school night, but halfway through the night, Mary Margaret had been hit with a sudden strong feeling right at her gut. She was unsure what it was obviously, it had never happened before. But somehow Emma floated through her mind and her worries, coupled with her situation with David Nolan (who was another strange case of this similar 'gut feeling'), Mary Margaret found herself sitting on the couch and flipping through magazines, occasionally glancing at the clock in wait for Emma. Sure enough, when Emma stepped in, Mary Margaret just knew her gut feeling had not failed her again.

Emma's face was the complete opposite of when she stepped out. The blanketed hopeful expression was now replaced with one of stoical fatigue.

"Mary Margaret? I told you not to wait up."

The tone says it all.

"Oh Emma, I-" Mary Margaret immediately strode toward her roommate and who had evolved to become her closest confidante during this period of time, feeling the urge to comfort her but was pierced as Emma stepped back and held her arms out.

"Don't," Emma cut in, fixing her eyes on the floor. She cannot face Mary Margaret, not with what she had just done and with the knowledge of the pixie haired brunette being her mother. She fucked the Evil Queen for God's sakes, the very same one that cursed them all to this dreaded land, her mother's worst enemy.

"Just… just let me sleep this one out."

Trying her best to mask the tone of hurt, Mary Margaret cleared her throat and stepped back herself.

"Al-alright, I should be getting rest too. Goodnight, Emma."

Mary Margaret trudged up the stairs. Emma had once told her that she reminded the blonde of her mother and they both had a good laugh at that, the brunette dubbing it a 'silly notion' but secretly feeling flattered. That statement did have some truth now that she reflected back on it. Something must have happened, Mary Margaret mused.

Emma did help her in more than ways of just housework. When she finally found the courage to express to the blonde how she felt toward David Nolan, who she repeatedly stressed "is a married man", and how she just knew that David had the same feelings toward her when they met on numerous occasions in secret, Emma only smiled and encouraged her to act on her feelings.

"Of course not like, you know, barge in and exclaim 'he's mine, bitch' kinda thing," Emma had explained. "Maybe, I don't know, talk it out with David and see how he intends to go on with this situation. I mean you guys can't be meeting in secret forever."

Mary Margaret knew she was right and that was something she will worry about later because in that moment, all she cared about was Emma's support and frankly, that was all that mattered.

But of course if Emma was not ready to talk about what happened, Mary Margaret wouldn't force her. Whatever it is, the pixie haired brunette knew she would be on the blonde's side. Besides, that is what mothers do, isn't it?

[-]

"Hey kid."

Henry whirled around to see his birth mother standing by the school gates and his face broke out into a huge grin as he weaved through the bunch of kids pouring out of the school to meet her.

"Emma? What're you doing here?"

"I heard from Mary Margaret that you're going to take the school bus home today so I figured I could take you to Granny's before fetching you home? I also needa ask you some stuff.."

"Awesome!" Henry replied as he bounded to the VW bug along with the blonde. Ever since the dinner four nights ago, his mother had made sure not to give any chance for him to see his birth mother, constantly opting to fetch him to and from school and keeping close tabs on him whenever he was home. However she had a meeting today and had told him to take the bus seizing the opportunity, Henry had told Mary Margaret, in hopes that she would get the hint. She is his grandmother, after all. Looks like his efforts had not went to naught.

As they sat with their hot chocolates in Granny's, Henry piped up.

"So what's it you wanna know?"

"The book," Emma started. "There was one chapter where the Evil Queen killed her father to get the heart of the thing she loves most in order to enact the curse… I was wondering if she brought her father along… to this land."

"Oh. Yeah," Henry replied easily, licking the whipped cream off his spoon. "Mom built a mausoleum for him in Storybrooke Cemetery, you can't miss it. She goes there every Wednesday."

Emma nodded, mentally taking notes.

"Why'd you wanna know?"

Considering her answer carefully, Emma made sure to sound as casual as possible. "Just some info for Operation Cobra." Then, she hesitatingly looked at Henry.

"So how's… what's your mom been up to?"

The boy shrugged. "The usual, I guess. Don't worry, if I notice anything suspicious that might be involved with Operation Cobra, I'll walkie-talk you straight away!"

Emma broke into a small smile and ruffled the boy's hair fondly. Cocking his head at Emma's sudden interest in his adopted mother, Henry questioned her.

"Did you and Mom get into a fight that night?"

Caught by surprise, Emma stuttered. "Wha-what?"

"I heard loud noises that night, but I wasn't so sure. Mom was in a foul mood that night, I didn't want to anger her further."

Well at least she pushed the Mayor's buttons far enough, Emma smirked inside. Even if the brunette did a damn fine job of hiding it.

"It was just a minor disagreement."

Henry narrowed his eyes before letting the subject drop altogether and focusing on his beverage, the rest of their afternoon spent together in mindless chatter.

[-]

Regina Mills stared at the Arial font size sixteen letters that spelled nonsensical gibberish in front of her and closed her eyes, rubbing her temples. She had been staring at this pile of paperwork without getting anything done. The thing that irritated her the most was the fact that she could not find any reason why she was feeling this way. Setting down her pen, she leaned back in her chair.

It absolutely has nothing to do with the Deputy, Regina assured herself as she whirled her chair around to gaze at her apple tree. Like hell she would let that infuriating and crass woman get under her nerves. She hated the blonde that was without a doubt, but it will not be a point where her professionalism will be jeopardized. Just then, a loud knock resounded on her office door and the Mayor sighed in annoyance.

"Come in!"

Having expected her secretary (the one she did not fuck, Regina internally added), she was a little surprised when Sidney came in and she sighed even more. Ninety percent of the news this man brought her was never good.

"Cut to the chase, I'm busy today."

"Madame Mayor," he started and Regina had to smile. At least this man was showing a smidgen of courage without stuttering in her presence today.

Sidney went up to her table and handed her a file.

"These are the photographs of the sinkhole that emerged in the abandoned mine shaft after that little tremor a few days ago that you asked for. It looks quite drastic and I suggest we get the sheriff's department to see to it immediately. It might pose as a potential danger for town residents."

"Don't tell me what to do," Regina snapped annoyed before realizing that those were the exact words Emma Swan had said to her the previous week during their fight. Shaking her head to clear thoughts of the blonde (again), Regina flipped through the pictures idly.

"I'll handle this," she said gathering up the photos and depositing them back into the file. "Anything else?"

Sidney shifted on his feet before clearing his throat again.

"I have some new information of Ms. Emma Swan's daily activities, if you're interested?"

Regina rolled her eyes. "Apart from clogging her arteries at Granny's and thinking she could get away with secretly meeting my son, what else?"

He reached for his camera, which was slung over his shoulder, and nervously glanced at the impatient brunette.

"She uh, I saw her yesterday around late evening… at your father's mausoleum."

A spark of anger immediately lit Regina's insides and her stare grew black, clenching her fists. "What the hell is she doing there? That building is locked."

"She must have broken in."

Regina pursed her lips. She was not surprised, though. After all, the blonde did have a jail record and God knows what other vices the woman had that was not documented.

Gulping, Sidney scrolled through some pictures on his camera before handing it to her.

"It was quite dark and I was too far away but she seemed to be poking around the building. Soon after, she was checking the ends of the tomb as well, as if searching for something along its edges."

Regina listened with growing fury as she flipped through the blurry pictures. It was hard to make out but it was there: a flash of blonde hair in every picture, crouching at various parts of the mausoleum seeming to be inspecting something. That woman actually had the gall to break into her father's mausoleum.

As she handed the camera back to Sidney and carelessly dismissed him, Regina knew something had to be done. If Emma Swan was poking around the only place she sought solace in, then she is not what she seems.

[-]

"Going out again?"

Mary Margaret turned to her roommate who came down the stairs dressed in her jeans and a black jacket, hair all tied up. It was nine in the evening and this was the second night in a row that Emma had gone out during this time.

"Yeah," Emma replied heading to the refrigerator for a drink. "Don't wait up."

"I won't if you promise you'll be okay."

Emma shot a small smile toward her roommate. Ever since the day when she finally decided to confide in Mary Margaret and gave a brief outline about what happened that night, she found that it was easier to refer Mary Margaret as a roommate rather than as her mother. Of course Mary Margaret had been shell shocked at first.

"Oh my god, did you guys…"

Emma had stopped at the part where she threw Regina on the couch and kept silent, letting Mary Margaret get the picture.

"Oh my god," was all she had said before urging her to continue. And that was about it on that topic, although Mary Margaret did urge her many times to have "the talk" with the Mayor.

"There is nothing to talk about," Emma had indignantly said and Mary Margaret just nodded.

"Well," her roommate replied. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to tell me. I will try my best to help."

Emma was grateful of course, because if this were her mother, she knew it would be a complete different story. Taking in the look of concern the brunette was giving her now, Emma nodded.

"Don't worry, MM," the blonde smiled again, gathering her things. "I'll be fine."

Then she left the apartment and drove into the silence of the night, one place in mind.

Pulling up a distance away from the cemetery, Emma crept stealthily toward the mausoleum and tried at the lock. It had been a tough and complicated one to pick, but with experience and the right tools, it became a job done easier. Sure enough, the soft click sounded just a while later and Emma stepped in the dark building. The book had mentioned of the Evil Queen having a vault of hearts that were so precious to her, or so quoted the book. It was impossible that Regina would have kept something like this within the property of her mansion, Emma had mused. So she had placed high bets that it would have something to do with the thing the Evil Queen loved most according to the book and she was right.

What she had not expected was when she read the neat bold font carved on the heavy stone: HENRY MILLS, BELOVED FATHER. Evil Queen or not, Emma knew that deep down, Regina did love Henry the best she could. She named him after the person she loved the most, after all. But of course, Emma was not going to let such a minor truth hinder her search for the vault. So far since the previous night, she had no luck and she was determined to find it this night.

Fumbling blindly in the dark, Emma finally found the protruding lever and flicked it to on the light switch.

"Hello, Ms. Swan."

"What the fuck!"

Emma jumped when the lights revealed a figure standing at the end of the tomb, a regal posture that one can hardly miss and a voice so deeply recognizable. The blonde watched as her heart thundered with trepidation while Regina took slow and determined strides toward her, her murderous glare burning holes in Emma's being.

Oh god, I'm going to die here, Emma thought as she stepped back until she hit the stone wall of the building. There was no more escape.

"I wasn't aware you knew my father personally that you would want to visit his grave," Regina said, her tone neutral but the warning undertone was obvious to anyone of hearing capability. "In the middle of the night at that."

Controlling her nerves and willing her pulse to slow down, Emma gave a casual shrug.

"Quit the sass. I happen to admire stone buildings and your father's mausoleum piqued my interest, is all."

"Oh, really?" Regina stepped closer. "You couldn't have just admired it from the outside, you just have to break in and snoop around for –what, zebras?"

Had this been a completely different scenario, Emma would have laughed and appreciated the other person's sense of humour. But this was Regina fucking Mills, the infamous Evil Queen. Nothing she said could be trusted, or so she was thought while growing up. Emma only shook her head and gave a small smirk.

"Why, Madame Mayor? You got something to hide?"

Regina stepped closer until they were only about a foot apart and Emma's breath inaudibly hitched. Ever since their previous encounter, she had made it a point to avoid Regina and it seems that Regina had been doing so too. Now in such close proximity and the memories of that night flashing through her brain, Emma could feel her body heating up.

"Tell me if I do, based on the time you spent searching this place the previous night." Regina's malicious grin stretched at Emma's widened eyes.

"That's right, Ms. Swan. Nothing escapes me, not even your little escapades with my son you think I have no knowledge of."

"So what're you gonna do about it? Murder me?"

"Oh my dear, you think you can get away with it so easily?"

Regina brought a hand to Emma's face and cupped her chin lightly before firmly gripping it and pulling the blonde forward. A sound of surprise escaped from her throat and Emma was caught by surprise a third time this night as Regina pressed her own lips to hers, forcing her tongue between the lips of the blonde and sucking fervently on Emma's tongue.

Pulling away just as suddenly as she kissed, Regina grinned as Emma panted breathless, her hazel eyes already darkening with lust and pupils so largely dilated.

"This is what I'm going to do about it," Regina said slowly.

Slipping a slender hand into the blonde's jeans, Regina cupped Emma's dripping sex and wasted no time in inserting a finger into the ready folds. Gritting her teeth, Emma brought her hands to the brunette's shoulders and clutched tightly, hips involuntarily grinding down on Regina's hand.

"You'd like this, hmmm?" Regina coaxed, bringing a thumb to Emma's bundle of nerves and rubbing in slow circles.

"Yesss," Emma hissed, immediately hating herself for it when she spied Regina's smirk widening and the brunette retracted her hand completely.

Whimpering at the loss of contact, Emma's nostrils flared with anger and irritation as she watched the brunette take a step back.

"What the hell, Regina?"

"Oh you'd so desperately want it, wouldn't you?" Regina taunted. "Now you know how I feel. But you know what? I am going to leave you wanting and needing and begging until you make sure you regret it after you're done. Fucking yourself, that is."

Then Emma gave a yell as the brunette grabbed her hand and dragged her out into the cold fall night.

"I suggest you better head home, Ms. Swan. We wouldn't want dear Mary Margaret waiting up, don't we?"

"Fuck you, in all ways that phrase can possibly mean," Emma spat and Regina's proud smirk was the last thing she saw before she turned and headed off in the direction where she parked her Bug.

She has had it, Emma decided. First thing tomorrow, she will visit the one person she has put off visiting ever since she stepped into this town of Storybrooke. And probably the only person who had enough power on her side to defeat that vile witch.

A/N: Hey all! I know I know, slow updates. But all updates will never be more than a week, I guarantee that. I hope all of you have been having a great time this holiday season! It's New Year's Eve for me as I'm typing this and I wish all in the same time zone as me a Happy New Year's Eve, and a Happy New Year to everyone in advance! Thanks to everyone who read, reviewed, F&F. All mistakes are mine!

Have a blessed 2014 ahead!