Watching out of the living room window as the Mayor hurries down the path, the Queen makes a small movement with her hand and smirks at the sound of chaos behind her. Turning around, she watches as Emma brushes herself off with an angry glower in her direction.

"Careful."

She offers sweetly, and the blonde- who had been leant against the door in utter dismay when it had finally opened- storms towards the kitchen.

"That was so over the fucking line!"

Emma shouts, and the Queen rolls her eyes as she follows her captive and watches her chug orange juice from a carton in the fridge.

"Oh, calm down. It was just a little fun."

She scolds, and the younger woman offers her a death glare as she wipes her mouth and shuts the juice back behind the door; slamming it so hard that the glass bottles inside tremble.

"Why would you do that?"

"Well, it's in the name, I should think."

The Queen smiles, and she relishes the anger written across the blonde's face as the latter leans against the counter with a sigh.

"It was fucked up... And stop with all this! Now!"

Emma orders, gesturing at her captor's attire while avoiding meeting her eyes as the darker woman still wears her guise and there is something hellishly unsettling about talking to herself. In doing so, her attention drops to the generous amount of flesh on display and she can feel her cheeks rouging furiously. Laughter at this, sultry and cruel, and it doesn't sound right coming from her throat at all.

"Seriously, I mean it!"

"Oh, well, if you mean it."

The Queen smirks, changing back into herself with a sigh of relief.

"Honestly, Saviour, that's probably the best you've ever looked. You should be thanking me."

"Thanking you for making me look like a complete idiot?!"

"What about any of what just happened made you look like an idiot? She's the one that turned down the offer. And it would be a significant step up from the pirate."

"How-... How are we even having this conversation?"

"You started it with all your grumbling."

The Queen points out, and she primps at her hair- once more dark and straight; combed back to accentuate her features- as she eyes the younger woman up and down and smirks at her comparatively dowdy attire.

"You realise what you just did is going to backfire worse on her than on me, right? Why are you trying to hurt yourself?"

Emma hisses.

"My dear, you must understand that the Mayor is more like an amputated defect riddled with infection to me than any part of who I now am. That said, I know better than most that she could use a little fun. Alas, it seems you and your parents truly have poisoned her with your moral high ground."

The darker woman scoffs derisively, and the blonde narrows her eyes as she watches the Queen stalk slowly closer.

"If you want to mess with me, then mess with me. But leave the others- leave Regina- out of it."

She warns quietly, and the brunette flashes her teeth in a cruel smile as she mocks silkily

"Mm, you sound delightfully protective of her..."

"Is that supposed to offend me? You were part of her long enough to know how things work between us. I've always protected her, and the effort has mostly been reciprocated. I don't know what messed up games you're playing, but I'm not going to let you hurt my friends."

"Sweet... One question, though: how do you plan to stop me?"

"I-..."

The blonde starts and falters, before making a disagreeing noise in the back of her throat when the Queen lunges forwards and attacks her lips; slim fingers digging into her jaw to keep her in place. Without thinking, she bites back; sinking sharp teeth into the soft velvet of the darker woman's tongue.

"Bitch!"

The Queen pulls away, raising her fingers to her mouth and looking just as surprised as Emma, whose lips are smeared with a damning streak of scarlet. Touching her abused tongue experimentally, the brunette studies bloodied fingers before lunging once more for the blonde. This time, she stops with her nose an inch from the Saviour's; her voice trembling with rage.

"Don't go forgetting about that little bracelet you're wearing, Miss Swan! One more move like that and I'll make you scream. I've been willing to play this as a game so far, and you may think you've got it bad being on the wrong side of my teasing, but I assure you, you've seen nothing yet. Your friends? Regina? No one knows about your little situation here, and you better believe that's what's best for them. You can't stop me, Emma, so you better learn how to behave. You better think your next move through carefully."

The brunette seethes, and the younger woman swallows as the Queen pins her against the counter with the soft dig of her hips. She knows she could push her off relatively easily, but she also knows that to do so would be a mistake. Gritting her teeth, she forces out the only words she can think of to appease the darker woman lent over her expectantly.

"I'm sorry."

She growls, and dark brows arch in a burlesque portrayal of surprise before that sinister smile comes creeping back.

"No. But soon you will be."

The Queen advises quietly, and she shows the younger woman her red-stained tongue, before digging her teeth slowly into the dents left by the Saviour's own. Hissing in a curious mixture of ecstasy and pain, she grips the blonde's jaw once more and kisses her deeply; pulling away her fingers to reveal two narrow smears of blood down alabaster flesh.

"You will be."

She repeats, and Emma regards her warily; her mouth coppery from the darker woman's kiss, and her heart beating alarmingly fast as her breath hitches. She watches as the brunette steps away, her gaze flickering down to tight black leather and the distracting bounty displayed by the Queen's corset as she wipes at her lips awkwardly.

"You know, dear... I almost believe you might have enjoyed that..."

The darker woman teases, taking in flushed cheeks and blown pupils. The Sheriff shakes her head slowly in response, causing the brunette to laugh richly; knowing the troubled look glittering in green eyes all too well.

"Suit yourself. Denial always was your speciality."

She purrs, turning for the door, and Emma catches herself watching her leave with a start and shakes herself out of her trance.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

"I'm sorry, my dear. If you want more, it will have to wait. Don't be desperate now, Saviour."

"I... That's not why I'm asking."

Emma frowns, recoiling a little as the brunette licks her lips.

"Patience."

The Queen smirks as though her captive has said nothing.

"You told Regina you would meet her out in the woods. It would be rude to keep her waiting."

"But... You can't. You-"

"-I can do whatever I please!"

The Queen snaps, unleashing a sharp bolt of power to send the younger woman falling to her knees. She considers this new position with curious approval before once more cloaking herself in the blonde's fair guise. This time, she dons the latter's more usual look of leather and denim, and she stalks out into the hallway to help herself to a pair of the Sheriff's boots. Looking up as she laces sleek black leather, she spies Emma standing glaring at her from the doorway to the kitchen; looking just a little uncertain as she's once more forced to challenge her own features.

"Ok, you can do what you want, you've made that clear. But, please-"

"-Saviour, there is only one scenario in which I have any interest in you using that word. Unfortunately, you've scheduled an appointment which means it will have to wait, and I must say, Emma, I'm very disappointed."

The Queen smirks, nipping at the younger woman's tongue- soft and uninjured- before letting herself out with the teasing warning of

"I will see to you later. Try to be patient until then."