"Excuse me?" Emma asked a bit too quickly, causing the brunette to grin wickedly once more.
"If you're going to insist on checking my house, you might as well check it all." She commented and noticed the nervous way the blonde tucked her hair behind her ear.
"Right…of course…" She said.
"Cider?"
"Whiskey?"
The brunette smiled wickedly, "Of course."
With a drink in hand, Emma made her way up the stairs behind the brunette. The blonde tried desperately not to watch the woman's swaying hips. Latching onto any distraction, she began to question the woman. "Was it hard?"
"Was what hard, dear?" Regina asked as she led her into the guest bedroom and allowed her to check the windows.
"Enacting the curse. Did it take a lot of magic?"
The brunette considered her for a moment and found it an honest question; a question she had never been asked. "It cost me a lot, yes."
"Where did you get it?"
"What?" Regina said sharply and Emma turned to regard her curiously.
"The magic."
"Oh," the brunette relaxed and led her throughout the other rooms, finally entering her study. "I've always had it; I just needed practice."
"Is it hereditary?"
The brunette considered this. "I suppose that most likely is a factor, but not always. One can steal magic." She raised her glass to her lips. "Any person could take a fairy's wand and use it." She reasoned. "And you," she leveled an accusatory gaze at Emma, "you are the product of true love and therefore are magic."
"I have magic."
"No," the woman shook her head. "You are magic itself." She clarified. "I heard what happened with my mother when she tried to take your heart." The brunette stepped toward her and Emma stiffened slightly; anticipating something though she knew not what. Fingers pressed softly against her chest, covering the beating organ.
"Regina…" Emma said with a warning note in her voice but she didn't move; unwilling to trap herself against the woman's desk. Her pulse picked up in arousal and fear and she knew the brunette could feel her traitorous heart beating hard under her hand.
"Do I make you nervous, Sheriff Swan?"
"I told you before, Madam Mayor, I'm not afraid of you."
"Ah, but that was before, wasn't it?" She pressed her palm harder against the woman's rapidly rising and falling chest. The brunette had no intentions of reaching into the woman's ribs, but Emma didn't know that. "That was before my magic was restored."
"You still don't scare me."
"Then you have confirmed my suspicion about you all along." Regina stepped, if possible, closer and Emma backed up until her backside connected with the top of the desk and she was forced to sit back on it and brace her hands on the surface.
"What is that?" She asked somewhat breathlessly as Regina leaned down into her face and smirked.
"That you are an idiot." Regina placed her hands on the blonde's knees and spread them wide to step between her thighs.
"Hey!" Emma said in surprise and tried to move but found she couldn't. She looked up in horror and realization. "Regina, let me go."
"Don't think I will." The woman purred and slid her hands higher on Emma's legs, leaving trails of tingling fire behind them.
"Henry made you promise to not use magic-"
"For evil."
"What is rape if not evil?" Emma growled but the brunette laughed.
"Really, Sheriff?" One hand found the blonde's hip but the other settled lower on the juncture of her thigh. "You wanted this badly enough to seek me out tonight."
"I came to check on you!" Emma said, but had difficulty focusing due to the vibrating sensations that were emanating from the brunette's hands.
"You came seeking punishment and retaliation." Regina said confidently, reveling in the woman's weakness and the realization she saw in her eyes. "It has been too long, has it not? You craved me."
"Oh sweet Jesus…" Emma cursed as the woman pressed a thumb to her clit through her jean. "That's not fair. I wasn't prepared for you to use magic-"
"And I wasn't prepared for you to use your night-stick, but life is full of surprises." The brunette said with a snarky tone.
"That's different." The blonde choked out as Regina applied more pressure. "This is supernatural, my body can't handle-" Emma stopped herself and looked up at the smirking woman over her.
"Do go on." She purred into the woman's ear. "Are you admitting defeat?"
"Of course not."
"Pity, I was going to let you off easy." Regina stepped back and snapped her fingers.