A/N: Happy Halloween! This fic ended up going somewhere else entirely to what I had originally planned, but I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! I don't think it's worthy of any strict warnings, but as I have been asked to be a little more cautious in the past; there is a little rough play in this chapter, but nothing non-consensual. In fact, it's thoroughly enjoyed ;)
Enjoy! And please review! :)
Emma holds her hand out expectantly as the Mayor turns to face her bearing the sweet promise of cider, but Regina simply stalks past her with a small nod of her head to beckon the Sheriff into following her out of the study.
It wouldn't do to have her drink it too early...
Regina smiles slyly, supposing that she would still be able to get the younger woman upstairs with the various methods she has to hand, but it's simply much easier to coax her up of her own accord.
Not that Emma requires a whole lot of coaxing.
"I do hope your boots aren't muddy, Miss Swan."
She speaks over her shoulder as the blonde follows her obediently down the landing.
"Oh, Madame Mayor, your dirty talk slays me."
The Sheriff grumbles with a roll of her eyes, but her irritable tone is all bark and no bite, and she would be lying if she were to say she didn't enjoy the ever-predictable disdain colouring the darker woman's husky grievances.
After all; it's so beautifully familiar.
Just like old times.
Only, now they have sex.
"What are you giggling about?"
Regina demands as she catches low laughter coming from behind her, but she's awarded no answer. Instead, the blonde promptly shuts up as a signal that she's willing to at least try to behave herself.
Too little, too late, dear.
Smirking, the brunette leads them into her bedroom and closes the door with a soft click of the latch. Turning to face the younger woman, she drinks in mussed hair and roguish leathers and muses thoughtfully
"You'd have made a good pirate, I'll allow you that."
"Aesthetically maybe, but what I know about ships wouldn't fill the inside of a matchbook cover."
"Oh, I'm sure the list of what you don't know is endless, Sheriff, but I was merely referring to your often loutish behaviour and complete disregard for rules... Not to mention your fondness for a drink."
Full lips curve into a smug smile, and the blonde sighs.
"You know, it's a good thing we never really went through the whole courting stage; your method of flirting is inherently flawed."
"Oh? Well, something tells me you're not the type to spare much time for sickening niceties anyway, dear."
"I can live without the bullshit, sure, but I might draw the line at being called a loutish drunk."
"Might you?"
The Queen inquires silkily; her expression suggesting that she knows full well the Sheriff will do no such thing. Smirk widening when Emma proceeds simply to shake her head, she offers the younger woman her drink; relishing the pointed glower this action garners following her recent accusation, and the good-natured grin the blonde strives so hard to hide as she submits and reaches for her glass.
"Whatever. You're the one that wants a piece."
Emma chuckles, and the Mayor suppresses the sudden urge to give her a firm smack around the ear.
"Silence is a virtue, dear."
She warns instead.
"Weren't we just discussing how un-virtuous I tend to be?"
A showy wink has the brunette laughing in spite of herself, and then the Sheriff raises her glass to cherry-painted lips and sips at golden cider.
Taking a step towards her, Regina is quick to pluck the younger woman's glass from pale fingers as she moves to hold the blonde in a clumsy embrace when the latter falls limp against her.
"Careful, Sheriff..."
She mutters, laughing softly as she manoeuvres awkwardly in order to place her requisitioned glass on the mantlepiece. Her movements are only slightly hindered, however; her arm cradling the Sheriff's waist, but she relies on her power to do the majority of the work for her.
Hands-free, she guides the blonde onto the bed, relying on the cider to buy her only a couple of minutes; wanting Emma momentarily compliant, but holding no desire to enforce such nonconsensual submission onto the younger woman for long.
After all... In spite of her frequent remarks to the contrary, she rather likes the Sheriff's disobedient tongue.
Padding over to her dresser, she picks out two silk scarves; making her selection based on their softness rather than their pattern. Moving back to the bed, she manipulates limp limbs easily; tying first one of the blonde's wrists to the bars of her headboard, and then the other.
Taking a step back to admire her handiwork, she smiles, before turning to the generous floor-length mirrors that hide her wardrobe.
"I promise you, dear... You claim I was the only one on your mind when choosing that outfit... But after tonight, there'll be no doubt who you'll think about upon any mention of pirates..."
Her behaviour is tainted by jealousy, she knows, but she can't help the fact that Hook's presence in their small town has caused her some disquiet. Emma may look at the situation as simply calling the man a friend and nothing more, but it's hard to behave quite so casually when playing voyeur.
Hook wants what she has.
And that just won't do.
"Nor will thinking that you can hold this hateful situation over me, Sheriff..."
In spite of her prowess over her powers, she rarely uses them for tasks that can be completed by hand; all magic coming at a price, and the exertion of calling upon it discouraging the danger of becoming ruled by the occult. Now though, she closes her eyes and feels the warm, soothing hand of sorcery run its fingers down her spine.
When she opens glittering coals, she drinks in tailored velvet with a smile.
A Captain's coat.
And nothing else.
Turning back to the bed, she climbs astride the younger woman lightly; positioning herself so that the rough denim of Emma's jeans provides glorious friction to her sex as she leans forward and runs her tongue over softly parted lips.
One final wave of magic and she feels something cold and hard manifest itself in her right hand.
"Wake up, dear..."
She murmurs against the medicinal tang of the blonde's lip stain, and her words are met with slow obedience; the Sheriff at first simply reciprocating the amorous attention bestowed on her by the brunette a little dazedly, before striving to taste the darker woman hungrily.
"What'd you do?"
Emma asks groggily; aware of the fact that she feels slightly woozy, and not needing any more confirmation than this to know that the Queen is to blame.
"I warned you about your drinking habits, Miss Swan."
"You put something in it... In the cider..."
"Hush now."
"But you-"
But husky accusations trail off into silence as the blonde drinks in the Mayor's ensemble with wide eyes. The sharp point of her tongue flickers out to wet her bottom lip, and Regina smirks down at her smugly.
"Like what you see, Sheriff?"
"I always do..."
Comes the rather breathless reply, and the darker woman laughs softly and returns her attention back to smudged lips; smiling against dusky cherry as the blonde makes a small noise of disquiet upon realising that she lies bound at her mercy.
"Something wrong, dear?"
"You've tied me up..."
"It's good to have confirmation that the town's law enforcement is as on the ball as ever."
Regina mutters, earning a moody scowl in response, and she chuckles once again. Sitting up and allowing the younger woman a moment to drink in the supple flesh revealed between the lapels of her coat, she adopts a sterner tone, her gaze hard as she challenges pale features.
"And what about me, dear?"
"What do you mean?"
"I confided that I believed you would make a fine pirate- not to mention a delectable wench- now I wonder if you would return the favour with your own insight?"
A slow smile spreads across kiss-swollen lips, and Emma grins up at the darker woman in amusement.
"Well, I love the coat, don't get me wrong, but-"
"-But what?"
"You're a little too refined to be a pirate, Regina."
She means it as a compliment, and not just that, but as a ploy to get back in the brunette's good books, but the look the Mayor offers her is anything but impressed.
"Am I?"
Low. Dark. Dangerous.
Green eyes flicker as something curved and shiny catches the light, before a sharp intake of breath causes the Queen to laugh wickedly.
Emma keeps perfectly still as Regina brings the hook in her hand down with clinical care to trace a feather-light trail over the apple of her cheek.
She imagines the frantic beating of her heart must be almost audible.
"Regina..."
Dark eyes slip closed; savouring the mixture of apprehension and awe that dances on the younger woman's tongue.
"I'm going to ask you again, dear..."
She breathes as she rocks her hips and trails the cruel point of the hook carefully down the Sheriff's throat to come to rest in the shallow valley between her clavicles.
"You make a f-fine pirate..."
Emma stammers breathlessly, and the brunette has heard enough pleasured expletives during their ever-evolving relationship to know that it's not fear that causes the blonde to stumble over her words, but something much headier.
"You wouldn't rather he was doing this to you?"
She challenges as she pushes down with a little more force; catching flimsy silk with the sharp point of her weapon and biting her lip at the dull ripping noise it creates that seems impossibly loud.
"Never..."
The younger woman consoles; sooty lashes fluttering closed, and her breathing becomes ragged as torn fabric gives way to hard leather.
Perfect teeth flash in a pleasured snarl as Regina presses down harder still to draw a cruel line through the stubborn material, and the Queen makes her own small noise of contentment in response.
"Because you know that's what he's thinking, don't you, dear? You know that when he's talking to you, his mind is somewhere else... You know he's thinking about fucking you... Don't you, Emma?"
The darker woman leans forward to hiss in the blonde's ear as she coaxes open the tarnished buckles that cinch ruined leather; blindly freeing the Sheriff from her shredded clothing.
When the younger woman finally allows her a tentative nod, she closes her teeth over pale skin dominantly; eyes flashing as lean muscle casts shadows down slender arms as the blonde flexes against her restraints.
"And what are you thinking about, dear, while the Captain has his way with you in that twisted little mind of his?"
"You."
"Oh, come now, Sheriff, don't be so transparent!"
Regina scolds, rising up onto her knees so that she can move further down the younger woman's body; trailing the steel tip of the hook slowly over the delicate dip between the blonde's ribs as she goes.
"I'm not... I'm always thinking about you."
Emma murmurs, opening her eyes to regard the brunette beneath sooty lashes.
"Believe me, what Hook fantasises about when talking to me pales in comparison to what I think about when looking at you..."
Full lips curve into a sinful smile, and Regina drags the silver weapon roughly up the inseam of the Sheriff's jeans to earn herself a startled cry.
"Very nicely saved, dear..."
"If you say so, but you don't need me to tell you the effect you have on me."
"Oh, but Emma, it's the one time I enjoy you running your mouth."
"Really? I can think of several other things you like me doing with my mouth..."
Chuckling darkly, the brunette dips the cruel point of the hook into the younger woman's waistband and tugs in playful reprimand.
"True..."
And with that, she places the weapon on the nightstand and tugs at rough denim until she has the blonde's jeans dragged halfway down her thighs. Running her fingers playfully over damp cotton, she crawls back up the bed to kiss her hungrily; confirming the truth in the blonde's bold statement.
"Ah!"
An unguarded cry, and the Queen laughs as she feels scant cotton give way to the steel curve she had stealthily picked back up while keeping the blonde preoccupied with her kiss.
She pulls the younger woman's ruined underwear swiftly out of the way, her eyes darkening as she notes a single bead of blood blossoming at the curve of the Sheriff's inner hip.
"Shhh..."
Her breath tickles the pale flesh of the blonde's stomach as she admonishes her, and then warm velvet presses against slick folds and Emma makes a choked noise as she strives to obey the Mayor's command.
Teasing the younger woman with her tongue, the Queen allows her fingers to join this most enjoyable exploration, before taking heed of the breathless keening of her name and moving back up to straddle exposed flesh with her own.
Dipping her head to meet wicked lips, she moans as the Sheriff kisses her roughly and moves her hips with new purpose; swallowing the noises her bucking invites.
"So, dear... What's it going to be?"
"Huh?"
"Trick or treat?"
"T-Treat?"
Emma replies hopefully, before biting her lip as the brunette slips her hand down between their sex-slick bodies and finds her need.
Moving her fingers with explicit purpose, the Queen's core beings to flutter as her knuckles serve to offer her her own sweet relief.
She presses her lips hard against the Sheriff's as she feels the younger woman tremble tellingly as she comes undone, allowing just a few more shaky bucks of her hips before her eyes clamp shut and her thighs twitch with the aftershock of the pleasure that courses through her.
"Good god..."
"... Fuck."
"That was..."
"...Yeah..."
Their frantic heartbeats merge as one as the darker woman remains draped over the blonde's spent frame and the latter chuckles huskily.
Sadly, I now think Christmas is going to be a bit of a letdown..."
"How so?"
"I'm not sure candy canes are going to cut it after that."
"Have faith, dear. I promise, if you're a good girl, you'll get something nice in your stockings..."
"I'll hold you to it... Now, do you think you could untie me?"
"Hm... What's it worth?"
