Emma got home after work and was happy to see just Mary Margret there cooking some food.
"There is enough for you" she smiled looking up from her chopping. "You seem to have been really busy over the last few days but David hasn't mentioned anything big" she questioned Emma but didn't really. Her head cocked to the side, curiously.
"Yeah, I have been" Emma runs her hands nervously through her hair. "Erm well I had a lot of work with stuff you know? I need a shower, I'll join you for dinner in like half an hour?"
"Yeah that would be fine, hey you wanna watch a film and have a glass of wine tonight. David is out. Henry is at the library doing some school work." Mary Margret suggests throwing some veg into a pan.
"Yeah great" Emma says heading into the bathroom. She was actually looking forward to chilling with her friend. It had felt like a hectic few days.
She turned on the shower and took her clothes off as it heated up. Stepping in it she relished the water rushing through her long hair, her mind started to wonder. She washed her hair and rubbed shower gel onto her skin as the conditioner ran out. She thought back over the last few days. She thought of Regina and what they had done together. She thought about her angry brown eyes, her fighting lips trying to overpower her. She thought how she looked just after she came, the relaxed expression the lack of tension. As she thought her hands had slipped down between her legs, slowly running up and down her sex. She tipped her head back at the sensation, imaging how the former mayors hands had felt, her lips on her neck. Moving down to her nipples she used her free hand to tweak and pull at one. Moaning she pushed two fingers into her opening, pushing in and out she felt herself coming undone at the thought of the brunette. One hand run up and down her stomach gracing her nipples, tweaking them hard. Her other hand running in and out all the way up and down herself. She flicked over her clit on each stroke. Needing to move quicker and hard as her pleasure was building. Eventually her second hand came down so she could stimulate her clit and inside at the same time. She stifled her moans as best she could, hoping Mary Margret couldn't hear her as she came. Thinking of one person as she tipped over the edge, and how her deep brown eyes rolled in her head as she came. How her walls clamped around Emma's fingers as she fucked her climax. How she moaned and arched her back, shaking as pleasure over took her. She got out of the shower feeling slightly more satisfied but not much. She still had a certain person on her mind. She got her comfy jogging bums and tank top on and quickly dried her hair before returning to join Mary Margret in the kitchen.
"So M what are you cooking?" she grinned grabbing a bottle of wine out of the fridge and pouring her and Mary Margret a glass.
"It's a veggie stir fry, just quick and simple" the pixie haired woman said, reaching for her glass and taking a sip.
"Veggie?" Emma pulled her face in mock disgust.
"Yeah Emma, vegetables." She smirked. "Trust me it is good. Even henry likes it." She had finished cooking and plated up the food, so she went and sat on the sofa. Resting her plate on her knees she switched on the T.V. Emma followed suit with her own plate, setting her glass on the coffee table.
"What are we watching?" Emma asked.
"I think we need a funny movie" Mary Margret answered. "Heat?"
"Ok if you insist" Emma replied rolling her eyes as her friend put on the no doubt cheesy film but feeling glad it wasn't a rom com. They ate their food in relative silence, comfortable with each other, laughing out loud at the film. Putting the plates in the kitchen but leaving the washing up until later even Emma admitted that the stir fry was good. Making Mary Margret beam with pride.
"I told you so" she said. Relaxing back into the sofa both woman were enjoying the film, when Emma's phone beeped a message. She lazily looked at the sender id, it was Henry.
*Hey Mom, can you pick me up? X* he asked.
*Sorry kid, me and MM have had a glass of wine, maybe ask your other Mom*
She felt bad for not getting him but it wouldn't do to be arrested being the town's sheriff. She didn't know he would be asking for a lift, he usually didn't. She pushed it to the back of her mind. She had needed a chill night with her friend slash mum and her mind had been taken off the last few days and the salacious brunette.
*ok mom xx have fun * Henry texted back and Emma felt slightly relieved that her son would not hold a grudge.
*see you soon kid xx* she text back smiling.
"Who is that?" Mary Margret asked matching Emma smile.
"Just Henry" she answer turning to the film, "this isn't that bad, you know. I quite like it" both women laughed.
Emma's phone beeped again, but this time Emma was surprised to see it wasn't Henry texting her, it was Regina.
*are you even able to look after my son Miss Swan?* her face dropped in shock. What was this about now?
*Excuse me? What are you talking about?* she replied quickly. Feeling some degree of anger build inside her. Regina on the other hand smirked.
*You are unable to collect him from the library, in lieu of socializing with your friends. Are your priorities are in order? Did you know where he was?*
Emma is aghast. She was furious. Of course she knew where Henry was. Henry had walked home from the library a million times. He never complained before. Had he told his other mother on purpose? She couldn't believe it. Henry just wanted everyone to get along. What was going on? No matter what she was angry. Regina always managed to get under her skin.
*Regina, I do not know what you problem is. I am perfectly capable of looking after our son. He has lived with myself and Mary Margret without incident for ages now.* she was still angry but didn't want to let Regina know how much just yet. The film had finished and Mary Margret had gone into the kitchen to clean the dishes. Emma was left thinking of what to do. Within a few minutes Henry came walking through the door.
"Did you mom give you a ride home?" Emma said with slightly more aggression than she intended.
Henry pause, "Erm yeah, why? You suggested it." his look of confusion confirmed Emma suspicion that he had no idea what friction he had caused.
"Just asking kid, you got here quickly that's all?" his mother quickly covered. He seemed to accept the explanation and went up to his room to deposit his bag.
"Are you hungry" Mary Margret asked. "I made you some stir fry!"
"Cool yeah starving" the teenager replied enthusiastically. Grabbing a plateful of food, he sat down. Emma quickly went outside to the street to see if Regina was still there. She was more than disappointed to miss the black car, the street was empty. Inside, she had hoped the woman would be waiting. Wanting her. She had almost expected her to be. Maybe it was wishful thinking. But why she didn't want to chat to her she wanted to hurt her. Punish her for taunting her, make her pay, her beg. Maybe now wasn't the time. Henry had just come home, plus she was supposed to be chilling with Mary Margret.
They settled back down. Henry was unusually quiet but he chatted to the two women comfortably. Mary Margret noticed that both the daughter and grandson seemed distracted, but she did not pry. She could tell they were deep in thought and nowhere near ready to talk. She also felt that the two people were not on the same page. Henry was thinking and Emma was thinking but not about the same thing. They barely even noticed each other that night, she worried, and they had spent so many nights in each other pockets. Now her family seemed so distant. It made her heart sink. She was not a patient person by nature, but would she have to wait out both Henry and Emma's moods?
Henry decided he would go upstairs and put his mind to better use on his video games. He excused himself and his grandma and mom said their goodnights. He went upstairs and played his game. Loosing himself in the moment and game. He didn't or could hear what happened in the house that evening.
"Emma" Mary Margret started, "What is on your mind?"
Emma looked at the small brunette. Trying to decide her response. She needed someone to talk to. And who better really than her mother. But she was very unsure. The history between Regina and Snow…. Who could compete with that? So she decided to take the conservative route.
"Well I erm. Have been thinking…" she say vaguely.
"Well that clears it up," the brunette smiled warmly. "I know I'm and not your mom, mom but you can always talk to me. We are friends" she finishes almost hopefully, not quite sure of herself.
Emma looks up, "Hey, hey" she says, "I can talk to you, I just do not know what I want to say yet. But trust me. I know you are my mom." She smiles holding out her hand and squeezing Mary Margret's. She smiled back and rose out of her seat, "I am going to bed" she says, "Just know I am here."
With that she left the room and when to her bedroom. Quietly closing the door behind her. Emma felt bad, her mom seemed sad, it was like she was trying so hard to connect but just could make it. She knew Mary Margret meant well but how could she explain this Regina think with her. It was more complicated than ever, if it wasn't her living it she would not have believed it. Sleeping with her step grandmother by marriage, who was only just older than her because of a magical curse. She shook her head, deciding to go to bed and chill out. She popped her head into Henry's room and found him asleep on his bed, his T.V. still on, he had put a film on instead of his video games. She shut it off and put a blanket over him. Creeping out the room she looked at him amazed at what had happened since she met him.
She sat on her bed and jumped as her phone beeped. Looking down at it she saw it was Regina again. What did she want now? She thought about ignoring the text but she could not hold in her curiosity. Was she a cat heading towards her death?
*My my Miss Swan. You have gone quiet, drink taken over?*
She sighed, did she want to get involved in this now, and she was starting to feel tired. She bit the bullet anyway.
*No Madame Mayor, I am just tired. Can I help you?*
She sat back in her bed. Too tired to even shut of her light, she was glad she had put on her pyjamas before she ate. She was dozing as Regina text back, making her jump back to reality.
*I doubt you can do anything of use Miss Swan. No, if you are tired dear off to sleep.* she text the sarcasm dripping from her reply like venom.
Emma still felt the angry, why was the woman so bloody infuriating. Emma honestly wondered if she did it on purpose. Dismissing the idea, she rolled on her side and tried to decide what to do next. Could she let the mayor win this time? Was it worth it for a nights peace?