"That could work."
Regina smirks, and the blonde raises a brow as she places her empty beer bottle on the hallway table.
"Oh yeah?"
Declining to offer any further response, the Queen steps past her host and makes her way towards the stairs with a gesture that the younger woman should follow her, leading them up to Emma's room and closing the door behind them.
"We don't have to do this right now if you don't want to."
She offers the blonde an out that she knows from the latter's expression will be refused, and she smiles wickedly when she's proven correct.
"Don't be a tease, I've had a rough day."
Emma sighs, and Regina laughs darkly as she insists
"I was trying to be nice."
"Mm. Maybe cut that out, too."
The younger woman grins, taking a seat on the bed.
"Why? Don't act as though it's so weird. I'm nice to you all the time..."
The brunette replies a little tersely, and Emma studies her curiously, noting the war between sultry teasing and genuine uncertainty playing out across fine features.
"A part of you is."
She agrees finally, before reasoning in a lower tone
"But even that part had her moments... You're not always nice to me, Regina, but I don't always mind, which I'm sure you've picked up on. I don't like it when you make me feel like crap and tear me down, but when you stick to more enjoyable ways of being a bitch, I've always been kind of partial."
"Don't call me that."
Regina frowns, and Emma offers a small smile in lieu of an apology and reminds coolly
"You used that term to refer to me more than you used my actual name back in the Enchanted Forest, Madame Mayor."
"Well, you were being one!"
The brunette snaps.
"Uh, I think I was maybe a little provoked!"
The younger woman laughs, and the flash of hurt that had found dark eyes upon the suggestion that she might not always behave as nicely as she now wishes she would have done around the Saviour dissipates as Regina joins in, stalking across the room to capture a kiss.
"And anyway-"
Emma starts, but the Queen shakes her head, demanding silence as she leans down and bites the blonde's lower lip warningly, giving a firm squeeze of leather-clad shoulders in a silent request that the Sheriff remains sat as she is. Lowering herself down onto her knees for the second time in as many days, she smirks at the look of surprise that finds pale features and reminds huskily
"You made a choice today, dear... I plan to prove it was the right one."
"I never said I didn't think it was, I-"
"-Hush."
Regina demands, offering the younger woman a pointed glower as she means to take her up on her desire to enjoy the crueller side of her character. Emma obeys with a twitch to her lips, looking down at the Queen calmly; meeting dark coals she has seen glitter with malice, with mirth, with affection, with hate. Swallowing as the brunette lowers her attention to her hands and begins to work open stiff denim, she lifts her hips compliantly and allows her jeans to be pulled down to gather around her knees before assisting the Mayor as the latter yanks at her boots in a bid to remove the rough material entirely.
With her legs bare, she reclaims her perch on the edge of the bed, running a hand gently through thick hair before flashing her teeth when the Queen catches her wrist and digs in her nails. Lowering her palm to clutch the edge of the mattress, she parts her legs in accordance with the brunette's touch and shivers as the latter traces her centre through the scant swatch of her underwear.
Breath quickening as Regina keeps up her slow stroking of quick-dampening cotton, she opens her mouth to request that the darker woman quit teasing her, before catching the warning look the Mayor shoots up at her and clenching her teeth, sufficing to simply spread her legs a little wider in an alternative attempt to get what she wants.
"You've never been subtle, have you, Saviour?"
The Queen scolds, and the blonde rolls her eyes as she's tempted to point out several occasions when the darker woman has accused her of being just that and frustratingly hard to read, but she imagines that doing so may hinder her chances of being offered swift release.
Seeming to sense the Sheriff's motives with her uncharacteristic refusal to bite back, Regina grins, nodding her approval as she slips a finger playfully inside black cotton. Pulling the material to the side, she replaces the touch of her hands with the dip of her tongue, working slowly until the younger woman hisses her name, before pulling back. Meeting blown green with a wicked smirk, she slides the blonde's underwear down her legs, before holding it up, dangling from her index finger.
"... What?"
Emma demands as silence draws out between them, frowning as she sits spread on display for the darker woman's taking while the latter simply smirks at her.
"I'm just curious whether your threat was genuine..."
"What threat?"
The blonde's brow furrows deeper, before she raises an eyebrow uncertainly as she watches the Mayor close her underwear in her fist and mutter something beneath her breath.
"Hey, what did you just-"
But Regina cuts her off, this time by pushing damp cotton between confused-parted lips none too gently, shaking her head when the younger woman raises her hands to resist her; batting them away impatiently.
"Come now, in the grand scheme of our past few days together, I'm hardly pushing boundaries here, dear."
The brunette scoffs disdainfully, and Emma sighs, arguing back smartly through scant material-...
... At least, she tries to.
Eyes widening when nothing comes out, panic evolves quickly into realisation, and she regards the darker woman uneasily as the latter smiles at her sweetly and reaches for one of the discarded stockings the blonde had worn at her request the night before. Using sheer nylon to create a more substantial gag to keep the Sheriff from spitting out enchanted silence, she fixes it with a tight knot, snagging pale curls with purposeful cruelty.
"Very nice."
Regina teases, lowering herself back down between splayed thighs and sitting back on her heels to contemplate her artistry. The blonde narrows her eyes irritably in response but knows better than to snarl back and permit the darker woman any more enjoyment from her predicament than she's currently receiving for free.
"Oh, Saviour! Are you refusing to play?"
The Queen adopts a tone of mock despair, before pushing herself back up onto her knees and entering the younger woman with a rough curl of her fingers, laughing softly as the latter closes her eyes and expels a sharp breath through her nose that she knows would have been a choked sound if Emma were still able to make such utterances.
"Ah, ah, dear. Eyes open."
She demands, moving her fingers slickly until she's met with obedience and offering the blonde a rough squeeze with her palm to force another shuddered breath.
"Good."
She praises gently, not at all surprised when green eyes glitter back at her with open annoyance in response. Paying the Sheriff's exasperation no mind, she pushes herself up onto her feet and maintains eye contact as she disrobes; slipping out of her jacket and unbuttoning her shirt slowly, before stepping out of tailored pants to leave her in just magenta lace and pointed heels.
She muses that Emma suddenly looks a little less perturbed.
"Do you want me to take these off?"
She asks, touching her fingers to the band of her underwear pulled across her hips, mimicking her wicked taunting when she'd had the younger woman at her mercy courtesy of enchanted rope.
The blonde simply holds her gaze, unwilling to fold, but when the Mayor moves her attention a little higher to slip narrow bra straps coquettishly down her arms one by one, she permits the Queen a small nod.
"I thought so..."
Regina smirks, and she's tempted to keep the younger woman waiting, but she's equally keen to remind her of what she's earned with her actions today.
Freeing herself from expensive lace, she allows the blonde to drink her in, teasing quietly
"Enjoying your prize, dear?"
Emma fixes her once more with an icy expression in response, crossing her legs as she adjusts her perch on the bed with a bemused sigh.
"Ah! Did I tell you to close your legs?"
The Queen demands angrily, earning herself an irritable toss of golden curls, and she leans down to address the blonde dangerously; enjoying the way the latter bites at the gag in a furious flash of teeth to no avail.
"I suggest you resume the position I put you in..."
She hisses, receiving a furious scowl in response, but she pays this little notice as she moves to straddle the younger woman shamelessly; Emma uncrossing her legs reflexively to accommodate her.
"Much better."
Regina murmurs into messy curls, biting her lip as the blonde cups her breast, before once more forcing the Sheriff's hands down onto the bed and resuming her previous position between obediently parted legs.
"Wider."
She orders, and this time, her request is met without delay. Teasing slick heat as she looks up into cool green, she assumes a less unreasonable tone and laughs gently
"I told you this was a favourable position."
Another roll of the Sheriff's eyes, this time one of good humour, before dusky lashes fall shut as the brunette's affection swiftly takes on a violent edge.
This time, Regina permits the blonde to keep her eyes closed, watching as the latter's throat and jaw work but no sound comes out.
"Thank you for what you did today..."
She speaks up as the younger woman jerks forward with a silent groan, and Emma cracks an eye open to offer her a measured look, before falling back onto the bed with a shiver when the brunette lowers her head with clear intent.
Pulling one of the blonde's legs over her shoulder and holding the other tightly at the ankle to thwart any option of reprieve, Regina replaces busy fingers with sinful velvet and relishes the Sheriff's response as she tenses and moves on the bed; her knuckles white as she clenches her fists around the throw becoming swiftly rumpled beneath her.
Fuck!
Emma shudders as her stomach flutters, struggling to breathe as she chokes on her pleasure as well as her own damned underwear, and lowering a shaking hand to signal to the brunette that she's fast reaching her limit, before letting out a silent snarl when it gets pushed away.
Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I can't-
But, it turns out she can, and her thighs jerk violently as the Queen continues her sweet torture with a knowing smirk into quivering flesh.
Striving to speak up in spite of her hazy awareness that it will do her no good, the blonde pants desperately
Regina! Oh god, please, I can't!
Biting back an unheard sob as, again, the darker woman takes her over, she winces, her legs shaking uncontrollably as she attempts dazedly to close them, and the brunette pushes back easily, replacing her tongue with the delicious torment of her fingers as she watches - intrigued - as the Sheriff quakes and strains beneath her touch; the younger woman's thighs and cheeks damningly wet.
No, no, no...
Emma swallows with some difficulty as the Mayor shows no sign of offering her mercy, and instead, reaches over for the glass wand on the nightstand.
No! no, no, oh fuck, I don't think I can handle that, Regina...
The Sheriff begs uselessly into enchanted cotton, torn between laughing and weeping as she's fairly concerned she's on the verge of blacking out.
Fuck! Oh, fuck! Goddamn you-
"-Your Majesty!"
She chokes as torturous glass slides deep, and the darker woman laughs wickedly as she removes her hand from the shaft and allows shaking legs to drop from her grasp and fall partially closed.
"Oh, but that was fun!"
Regina muses evilly as she pushes herself up onto her feet to survey the damage she's caused with a smile.
"F-fuck you..."
Emma croaks, her retort muffled but intelligible, and the Queen chuckles as she leans forward to help the blonde free herself of her gag.
"The game was yours, dear, no need to be rude."
She whispers as she lowers her hand between them blindly and slips free the wand; swallowing the Saviour's hissed expletive as she does so.
"My game?"
Emma frowns with her eyes closed and her hand pressed over the wool of her sweater, feeling her heartbeat racing against her palm.
"Indeed. You vowed to stop using my name... I vowed to shut you up entirely until you used my preferred address."
"Fuck, Regina..."
The blonde growls, and the darker woman smirks, playing messy curls idly through her fingers.
"Hmm, maybe I do prefer you calling me by name... And, finally in a more favourable tone, too."
"I'm going to kill you..."
"No, you're not."
The brunette chuckles, leaning back to lie on her side beside the Sheriff, propped up on her elbow as she studies the younger woman amiably.
"I do think you'll need to launder your bedding after all, however."
She muses silkily, and Emma opens her eyes to glare at her furiously, before laughing a little breathlessly as she struggles to push herself up to survey the mess made for herself.
"...Well, I guess at least I don't have to come up with an excuse to use your dryer."
"You never gave me an excuse before, you just showed up!"
"Not for these reasons."
The blonde mutters, and dark eyes glitter wickedly as Regina brushes her lips against the Sheriff's before once more moving to straddle her; relishing the feeling of hot flesh against her own.
"Well, then, now that we're back on speaking terms, perhaps you could finish off what you started this morning..."
"Oh, you are so-... I was right. You are a bitch..."
Emma hisses into thick waves, but this time, her statement earns her husky laughter in agreement, before the Queen chokes on the noise as the younger woman enters her with a sly curl of her fingers.
Adjusting her position slightly to allow the blonde easier access, Regina plays her hands through heavy curls as she allows the Sheriff momentary dominance of their kiss, pulling back every now and then to pull in ever more audible breath as she moves her hips in time with devious fingers.
"Slower."
She orders, catching the younger woman's wrist and angling her hand to enter her at a shallower angle, wanting to make this last. Nipping affectionately at kiss-swollen lips when her request is sublimely met, she lowers her attention to the blonde's throat; her stomach tensing sporadically and her fingers tugging at touseled curls with mounting ferocity as she nears the edge, sinking her teeth into pale skin as hard as she deems polite and adding gentle pressure as she feels the first waves of pleasure rippling low through her stomach, causing her thighs to twitch.
"Fuck..."
She breathes against the slow-blossoming mark beneath the blonde's jaw; riding out her high for as long as she can before shuddering with a cry and burying her head into the soft wool of the younger woman's sweater.
"Right?"
Emma teases, looking down shamelessly as the brunette pushes herself back up and catches her breath.
"Right."
Regina agrees, pulling back messy curls to inspect the soft indent of her teeth and the angry mark sure to bruise with a slow smile. It's not the first mark she's made to pale skin, not by a long shot, and she has spied a few blemishes colouring her own supple flesh where the younger woman has retaliated. It is the first of its kind, however. The first of her claim to what has now been willingly offered and requested that she enjoy- a mutual request - that no longer demands the guilt and secrecy they'd first suffered once whole and aware.
"I am not explaining that to my mother."
Emma sighs as she touches a finger to her throat, and the Mayor laughs as she climbs off of the blonde's lap and takes a seat beside her on the bed.
"No, I agree with that sentiment, and I imagine it isn't wise to make a habit of being quite so bold, but...-"
"-But today felt like a good day to make a point?"
The blonde finishes silkily for her, and the Mayor thins her lips as she searches for a suitably irritable response, before simply shrugging bare shoulders and accepting that there's some truth to the younger woman's statement.
"A little juvenile, I know..."
"Maybe."
Emma grins, before swiftly cutting off the vexed retort she senses might come next with a kiss.
"... Alright. Maybe."
Regina agrees, rolling her eyes as she sits with her arm pressed against soft wool, contemplating the slice of early darkness visible through a gap in the curtains.
"I better call Henry and tell him to make his way over for dinner shortly. I suppose we may as well order something again as I doubt you had time to get anything in?"
"I was a little preoccupied today."
"Hm. Sounds like an excuse, but alright."
The brunette sniffs, jabbing the younger woman lightly in the side with her elbow to take the sting out of her words. Pushing herself up and picking her clothes up off the floor, she makes her way for the door in order to help herself to a shower without bothering to ask; musing over her shoulder
"I hope you own a scarf, dear?"