Hey, you lovely readers, I suddenly was stricken by lightning...Nah, I`m just kidding. :P I have an idea for this story and more about Emma and Regina`s connection. It turned out that the connection is much deeper and it has something to do with the curse. Yes, there is a curse in this one but this curse is a bit different. I don`t know when the next update will be because Magic Incident has taken over my muse and my life but I promised there will be more to this story.
Again Emma`s POV is Italic.
The lasagna is ready. I have never been so neurotic. I cannot concentrate because of what happened earlier today.
I went to the Sheriff`s station fully acquainted with my feelings towards one particular blonde. I wanted to tell her how I feel. Admit that I, Regina Mills, the former Evil Queen of the Enchanted Forest, am falling head over heels for the presumable Savior of the same land. I couldn`t just stand in the middle of the station. That would have been weird. That`s why I sat on one of the desks. I wanted to look more in control of the situation that I actually was. And when she entered, the words stuck in my throat and my plan flew out of the window. She came to me with an unreadable face and kissed me. Kissed me in a way I have never been kissed before. And I responded. My whole body was surrendering itself to her touches. That was until she pulled back, leaving me baffled and irritated from the loss of her warmth.
She said she really wanted me. At first I was angry at her for rejecting me. Then I thought she was joking. And in the end, I understood her. She was falling for me too. That`s why she wanted something more meaningful and not "hasty." We set up a date. Hence, the lasagna.
And now I need to go upstairs and get ready. I enter the bathroom and turn the shower on. Should I shave? I... I don`t know if I want to...damn it, I want but...how two women...are we going to have sex or make love? It`s not like the sex I used for controlling people. Isn`t it a bit early for making love? Hm...
"Show my passion to you," she said. Let`s call it that. But how do two women show their passion for each other? I realize that I didn`t know what to do if she hadn`t stopped. How do two women do it? I get how making out works. I get how undressing works. These are things that are not dependent on your partner. But...what comes after that?
I take a step forward, letting the water wash over my body. For a second, I`m focused on the feeling, but my thoughts go in another direction again. What happens after the two women are naked? Gods, I`ve never seen a woman naked. Except me. Emma has the same parts as me...but...
"Fuck!" I scream at my own ignorance. My eyes fall on the razor. "Regina, get a hold of yourself. You are the Evil Queen, for God sake."
I exit the shower and sit on the edge of my bed. I unwrap myself from my dressing gown and start applying lotion on my legs. After I`m done with that task, I walk to the closet to get the underwear that will match the dress that I`ll wear. Black lace is my choice. A mid-thigh length black dress with a triangle shaped low-cut that fits my body like a glove is combined with knee-high velvet boots. I debate whether I should put a jacket on, but the long sleeves don't require it. Besides, we are at home.
The next part of my preparation is the make-up. I settle on light mascara. Just as I finish it, I hear the doorbell.
"I`ll get it," Henry screams with excitement from his room. I hear his footsteps descending down the stairs. I spatter one of my perfumes two times behind my ears and exit the bedroom.
Let`s get on with it.
Swan, calm the fuck down. Take a deep breath and press the doorbell. Now...
My right index finger stays millimeters from the metal bob and refuses to move. It`s been like this for five minutes. And the thundering heart in my chest doesn`t help at all.
I haven`t been on a date since...it feels like forever actually. The last date I had with a woman was at some shitty bar in Boston and the woman had zero class. She was dry humping on me the whole time and we ended up doing it in the bathroom because we couldn`t wait to go somewhere more civil. Now, when I think of it, it wasn't a date at all. It was just quickie with a few drinks. I never saw that girl again.
This situation is utterly different. I`m going on a date with the most beautiful, most irritating, most sexual woman I have the pleasure of knowing and making out with. I still feel her lips on mine. Damn...I don`t know how she does it, but every time I see her my eyes linger more than they should and I`m thankful that I`m not a guy because I would be walking with a boner around her like 90% of the time. My palms are sweaty and the wine bottle keeps slipping off my hand so I grab it with both of them. I hope she likes this kind of wine. It`s Cabernet Sauvignon according to the label.
At look down at my outfit, a bit disappointed. Couldn`t I chose something more...different? Dark blue jeans tucked in black knee-high boots. Light blue shirt tucked in the jeans with my favorite red leather jacket. It`s very me, but since I`m going on a date with Regina Mills shouldn`t I wear something like...oh, fuck it! That`s too many questions. I can`t handle them.
Finally, I press the button.
Seconds later, Henry opens the door and welcomes me into the living room. He even takes my jacket and hangs it on the hanger by the door. I turn around, intending to go into the living room, but she emerges with all her glory before me at the last stair.
I come down the stairs slowly and gracefully until I spot her standing next to Henry who is hanging her jacket. She turns to me and I freeze. I give her the once-over from head to toe and my breath hitches when my eyes level with her cleavage. I have to force myself to look away and focus on moving towards her.
"Hi," she says with a shy smile. She looks like a sweet young girl and makes me want to hug her. But that`s for later, I hope.
"Hello, Ms. Swan," I hear myself answering. It sounded so formal. I do have a certain image to maintain, though. I am the Mayor and I have to behave in the proper way. I can`t be some lovesick school girl that gets all gushy when her...when the object of her desires comes into view. No, I can`t. Can`t I?
"Can we eat already? I`m starving." Henry breaks the spell that I`m under.
"Shall we?" I wave with my left hand, allowing them to go in the room before me.
Henry and Emma obey. My eyes slide over her back down to her butt. Damn those jeans! They are so tight that I can see the hem of her lady boxers.
She stands awkward next to the table shifting her weight from one leg to another while our boy takes his place on the right of my chair. My chair is looking directly at the front door.
Regina gestures for me to sit at the chair on her left. Simple because Henry is already at the other one. So I sit when I am told.
"I hope you like it." I hand her the bottle of wine.
For a moment, it felt like I forgot about it completely. Well...I did. But once I sat down, I remembered. She takes it and puts it in the middle of the table. At first, I thought that she didn`t like it. But then she grabs another bottle of red wine, it struck me that she has already selected the type. It`s not like she didn`t approve of my choice. It`s just that hers is open. Calm the fuck down.
She fills mine and her glasses in half. I see how Henry is filling his with orange juice and how Regina`s right hand, the one that holds the bottle, presses her right boob. The latter seems to turn around to me with the nipple almost sneaking out of the bra. Fuuuck!
I grip the glass tightly and wait for Regina to take hers impatiently.
"To me having an "A" at my math test today." The boy`s voice echoes into my ears and I`m sure in Emma`s. I could see she was deep in thought a second ago.
"To you, Henry," we agree in unison.
The glasses clink, letting the date begin. Henry tells us all about his test. It is the final test before the summer vacation.
I can`t help but see how many features they have in common. The shape of his eyes, the way he smiles sideways, the dimples that form on both sides of his mouth. His skin is a bit darker than hers. He doesn`t have the freckles she has on between her breasts...Shit! Regina, stop gaping at her cleavage. Take a look at her eyes. They are waiting for you to say something. And the hand that squeezes mine confirms that.
"Are you feeling ok, Regina?" she asks me.
Her chest is raising and falling rapidly and it`s a little red. It`s almost the same color as when we kiss. I`m glad I`m not the only one with naughty thoughts.
"Yes. I`m fine." She lies. "I want you to try the lasagna. So you could know exactly what I`m capable of in the kitchen."
She smirks at me and then she cuts the lasagna. The first piece is for Henry who is so hungry that he starts eating right away. Regina and I lock eyes and chuckle at his reaction. The next piece is for me. She hands me my plate and her eyes gaze directly at me, sending a wave of arousal directly to my core. Shit. I swallow hard and grab the plate from her hand a bit eagerly.
The food is awesome. Apparently, Regina is very capable at the kitchen. I just wonder what these perfectly manicured hands could do in the bedroom department. How they would feel scratching over my skin? How would they feel skimming over my breasts, over my stomach, lower...damn! Breathe and don`t think about that.
Bringing my eyes to her face, I can`t help but wonder what flavor her lipstick is. It`s red as her beloved apples but the taste…
Henry asks me about my work. I answer him gladly. It was a sleepy day except the hot make out session I had with Regina. I decided to leave the last part out. He doesn`t need to know something that we ourselves are not fully capable of describing yet. Filling papers is very boring according to the kid. I can`t help but smile at that.
Then he asked Regina about her day at the office.
I have never had anyone to question me about my day. It is strangely amazing much to my surprise. I have always thought that if someone asks me how my day has been I would shoot "Fine," and the conversation would be over. Really, why would anyone care about someone else`s work day? Because they care about you, the inner voice I never knew existed screams from the back of my head. So...Henry asked because he cares about me. And Regina cares too because she listened to me. It is the first for me to have two people that feel so right so close to me.
It is true that Regina and I butted heads in every living moment, I cut her apple tree, we fought in front of her mausoleum. For me, everything was teasing right from the start. Maybe it was because I haven`t been teased like that in a very long time. I shake my head. It`s not that. Ever since the first time I laid my eyes, on her I felt a pull towards her. It was something I have never felt before. It was a tingling sensation running up and down my whole body. Truth be told, I thought I was about to combust every time she stepped into my personal space which was...a lot.
Emma talks about her day at the station which she has spent filling out paperwork. I hate paperwork too. It is the most dreadful part of our job, but someone has to do it. Henry, naturally, is not very impressed with it.
Her voice shows her nervousness. I feel relieved that I`m not the only one who is insecure about how the dinner should proceed. It`s kind of nice. It feels right.
Just as everything else feels ever since she has entered the town. I know that we have our fights and bickering and all of that but...everything feels right and at the right place for the first time in my life. Every look she gave me, every word she said to me felt right. When she lowered herself down into the shaft for Henry, when she saved my life from the fire...I felt edgy but also secure because she was there. I don`t know why her presence always makes my heart skip a beat, and at the same time I feel a pull to her. I want to get even closer to her.
And then Henry asks me about my day at work. I tell him as I sense her eyes burning through my skin. It`s not an unpleasant feeling. On the contrary, it`s welcomed.
Her day at the office was as dull as mine. Maybe even duller because she is stuck between those four walls whereas I can go out patrolling whenever I want. I eye her moving lips. I remember how just a few hours ago they moved in sync with mine. I can still feel her body press against mine and her legs trapping me between them.
"Henry, bedtime." Regina`s voice and the word "bedtime" catch my attention.
"Do I have to?" Like a typical kid he doesn`t want to. He wants to stay with the adults.
"Yes, you have to. You have to take a shower and go to bed because you have school tomorrow," Regina instructs him although I`m sure he knows what he has to do.
"Fine," he says dissatisfied. Seeing no other way he says "Goodnight" to both of us and heads upstairs.
"He is great kid. You did an amazing job with him," I say as we start gathering the dishes and taking them to the kitchen.
"Thank you, Ms. Swan." She puts the dishes into the sink and turns to me. She waits for me to do the same before she reaches to me and takes my left hand with her right, leading me out of the kitchen and into the living room.
"Do you want another drink?" her mouth asks me, but her eyes have a different question swirling in them.
I step towards her until my lips are pressed against hers with a little pressure.
"I want something else," I murmur as my lips brush over her own.
She brings her hand up, cupping the back of my head into her palm and connecting our mouths. The kiss is slow at first. Deliberately gaining speed. I run my finger along her torso until my hands reach her ass globes and squeeze them. The sound that escapes from her throat resonates to my core.
Once more I find myself in her arms. Once more I find myself drawn in her embrace, capturing lips with hers. Once more I find myself wrapping legs around her waist while she is pinning me against the wall at my living room. Once more her skillful tongue starts a battle with mine. Once more her arms are grabbing my ass squeezing it and sending shiver down to my core.
And that is until my sister burst into without thinking of knocking. We all freeze for a second and silence fills up the room. And then she starts laughing hysterically.
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