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The first time Emma dreams about Regina Mills is a day after they meet each other for the first time. She’s locked in the Storybrooke jail cell, sleeping quietly despite her surroundings, while her dreaming mind is troubled by all the recent happenings. She dreams of Henry, her long-lost son, and of his adoptive mother that looks so goddamn beautiful and mean at the same time.
From the very first moment Emma lays her eyes on that woman, she licks her lips thirstily and feels desire coil deep in her stomach. She berates herself for it seconds later when she realizes it was downright inappropriate due to their situation. However, that doesn’t impede Emma’s dirty mind to venture further past limitations and create erotic dreams with Henry’s adoptive mother.
In the dream, instead of offering her delicious apple cider, Regina actually offers something more to Emma—an invite to stay the night at her house. The best part is when Regina goes to the guest bedroom where Emma is, undresses right before Emma’s eyes and gets under the covers with her. That dream obviously carries lots of imagination, but that doesn’t stop Emma from waking up hot and bothered in the jail cell.
It only gets worse when no one other than Regina Mills herself comes rushing bright early at the town’s station with worry in her eyes. Emma’s mouth actually hangs open at the view of Regina dressed so spectacularly in that tight black dress accompanied by a gray blazer. It takes a moment for Emma to get out of her trance, but when she does, she realizes how displeased Regina is at finding her still there. The mayor is kind of a hard-ass, but even that doesn’t dissuade Emma’s blatant attraction to her.
She obviously tries to be of help… for Henry, primarily, but also to be close around this woman (who smells so goddamn good, by the way). However, it doesn’t matter what she does, Regina Mills does not like her at all. She’s incredibly hostile and mean, and that’s one of the reasons Emma chooses to stay. In spite of those cruel words Emma heard, her attraction does not waver in the slightest.
The relation between obvious desire and imminent dislike is probably what creates Emma’s next dream with Regina—a dream where Regina is sitting on the bed with Emma on her lap, ass bare and up in the air, as Regina actually spanks Emma’s ass over and over again, punishing her for whatever she deems necessary. Emma wakes up startled, all wet, sweaty, and surprised, with her head slightly dizzy and body not obeying her commands. Regina’s harsh words from the day before keep replaying in her head, but it quickly surpasses the images of that delicious dream—one Emma never thought she’d be able to create.
Honestly, Emma would like to be the one to punish Regina—punish her for every harsh word, for every jab and for every threat she has profaned in the last 12 hours. She’d like to be the one in command; the one to have the chance to set the rules straight and show that hostile woman who is actually in charge. Of course, this does not relate to Henry one bit. Emma will simply not take those heavy threats easily.
That’s why Emma feels completely astonished to find no one other than Regina Mills at her door, at barely eight in the morning, carrying a basket of apples and a dangerous smile on her face.
“Did you know the honey crisp tree is the most vigorous and hardy of all apple trees?” Regina asks the second Emma opens the door, encased in a gray dress and a peacoat on top. “It can survive temperatures as low as 40 below and keep growing. It can weather any storm.”
Emma, on the other hand, is dressed in nothing more than a white see-through t-shirt and red, cotton panties while holding her cup of coffee. She looks dubiously at Regina, though gives the woman a sympathetic smile.
“I have one that I have tended to since I was a little girl,” Regina continues. “And to this day, I have yet to taste anything more delicious than the fruit it offers.” The mayor grabs one apple from the basket and delicately offers it to Emma with a too-friendly smile.
Emma stares at the apple like it’s supposed to be: a forbidden fruit. Why would Regina offer Emma an apple after everything she has said the night before? Is she looking for a truce of sorts?
“Thanks,” Emma mutters nonchalantly, reaching to grab the offered apple, although her body feels too hot due to the woman’s presence right at her door.
“I’m sure you’ll enjoy them on your drive home,” Regina says haughtily, lifting her chin to make her point.
“Actually, I’m gonna stay for a while,” Emma responds.
“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea,” Regina retorts back, and Emma arches her eyebrows at her. “Henry has enough issues. He doesn’t need you confusing him,” the mayor continues.
“All due respect, Madam Mayor, the fact that you have now threatened me twice in the last 12 hours makes me want to stay more,” Emma responds calmly, portraying a smirk.
Regina seems to be oblivious when she asks, “Since when were apples a threat?”
“I can read between the lines.” Emma smiles falsely at the mayor, receiving a hard look right after. “Sorry,” she mutters. “I just want to make sure Henry’s okay.”
“He’s fine, dear,” Regina responds quickly, her lips curling in absolute arrogance. Emma looks at her with narrowed eyes, waiting for her to continue, “Any problems he has are being taken care of.”
“What does that mean?” She emphasizes as her curiosity about her long-lost son arises.
“It means I have him in therapy. It’s all under control.” Emma ponders for a few seconds, her eyes momentarily wandering downwards to ogle the delicious form of the mayor. “Take my advice, Miss Swan, only one of us knows what’s best for Henry.”
“Yeah. I’m starting to think you’re right about that.” Regina’s fake smile starts to falter at that, and Emma relishes the realization that she’s getting under the mayor’s skin.
“It’s time for you to go,” Regina orders.
“Or what?” Emma retorts quickly, challenging the mayor head-on.
She can see Regina gritting her teeth in absolute anger, and the potential thrill of the dangerous situation is heightened when the mayor takes a step closer, her lips curling in anger.
“Don’t underestimate me, Miss Swan,” Regina threatens, her voice sounding a timbre lower than before, which incites a deep pleasure within Emma that makes her shiver. “You have no idea what I’m capable of.”
Regina stares Emma down with that beautiful, dangerous smile on her face, eyes boring into hers with such intensity that Emma is momentarily unbalanced by it. Though, she doesn’t lose her bearings and takes the opportunity to also take a step closer. Emma can instantly feel the warmth emanating from Regina’s gorgeous body, silently calling her in. Her perfume is intoxicating in a way that makes Emma dizzily aroused. Her heart pounds against her ribcage as adrenaline seeps in, causing her to get lost in the sexually tensioned aura of the moment.
Her most recent dream replays in her mind again, and Emma can feel her nipples hardening at the memory while her eyes still bore into deep brown ones. At that moment, Emma desires the reversed dream: to have Regina instead laying on her lap, bare ass up in the air, just waiting to be spanked. Oh, this woman must be punished for every threat indeed.
It takes all of Emma’s willpower not to immediately pull Regina against her and grope her delicious ass. If she wants to have her way, she must play it carefully, even though her body is exploding with lust, arousal, and malicious bitterness for this woman.
Making a deliberate move, Emma grabs the basket of apples and says, “Thanks for the apples. You just gave me a thousand more reasons to stay.”
Regina looks at her like she’s thrilled by the challenge at the same time she’s gloriously furious.
“And how did I manage that?” Her voice is clipped and dangerous when she asks.
“I’m interested in knowing what you’re really capable of, Madam Mayor.” Emma grasps Regina’s waist with her hand, instinctively pulling her in. “And the fact that you’ve come here to tell me so is all the more intriguing.”
Regina stares at Emma with her lips parted as she seems to have lost her tongue momentarily. Great. That’s the reaction Emma is looking for.
“Come inside,” Emma invites huskily, automatically pulling Regina and her basket of apples inside the room and closing the door after her. “Let’s talk about our truce.” She places the basket and the mug on the bedside table to then sit on the edge of the bed. “I want you to know I am not staying in town to take Henry from you. And we both know that you’re not here just to threaten me and give me this basket of apples… are you?”
Regina’s voice is throaty and sultry when she finally asks, “Why would I be here otherwise, Miss Swan?”
“To seduce me, perhaps?”
“Would that make you feel better, dear?” Regina teases condescendingly, though she takes a step closer to the bed where Emma is sitting.
Emma scoffs. “I can read your game, Regina.” She intentionally widens her legs, flexing her arms under her own weight.
Regina’s eyes sweep over Emma’s body momentarily before she asks, “And what is my game exactly?”
Emma rises from the bed, quickly closing the distance between them as she starts to slowly round the woman’s body. “You want me to leave you and Henry alone, and that includes me leaving this town,” she starts, bold enough to curl a finger around Regina’s short hair. “But you can’t hide the fact that you’re very much intrigued about me… maybe even beguiled.”
“Beguiled?” Regina sounds outraged when she repeats it, but as Emma pushes her front against Regina’s back, the woman gasps and cannot hide her low moan in time for Emma to hear.
Emma smiles winningly, inhaling the delicious scent of Regina’s perfume. “See? Totally beguiled.”
Regina turns her head to the side, seeming to try to glance at Emma, though she doesn’t turn around. “What will you do about that, Miss Swan?”
“I think you know exactly what I’ll do.” Emma rounds Regina to sit on the edge of the bed again.
She stares at Regina intensely, looking her up and down in the most unsubtle manner before turning around and crawling over to where the basket of apples is. She grabs one and quickly crawls back, facing Regina. Her eyes flick between the apple as red as blood and Regina, who remains silent and skeptical.
“You came here to offer me your forbidden fruit,” Emma starts with a smirk. “And I will gladly accept it.” She bites down on the apple, feeling its sweet juice fill her mouth as a little also escapes away, sliding down her chin. Emma notices the way Regina’s eyes are boring into the apple, into Emma’s lips and the single drop of juice that slides down. Her plump lips are parted and Emma wants nothing more than to kiss them. “You were right,” Emma continues, “they’re delicious.”
“You should be glad it isn’t poisoned,” Regina snarls with a huff, looking away for a second. That’s when Emma rises again quickly enough that Regina takes a step back in surprise.
“And you should be glad that I want it,” she responds, pressing her front against Regina. “But it’s not the only thing I want to taste today,” Emma murmurs in Regina’s ear, watching as goosebumps appear on her neck.
“I don’t care what you want, Miss Swan,” Regina says sharply. “You’re a nuisance and the only thing I care about is when you leave my town.”
“Yeah? Do you really want me to leave? Even when I do this?” Emma gropes Regina’s ass roughly, palming the taut cheeks over the dress and bringing her closer.
Brown eyes fall to Emma’s lips, and a puff of hot breath hits Emma’s cheek. The sudden realization that Regina is taking shallow breaths, her chest moving quickly, her eyes wide and dark hit her, and the heat in her veins suddenly clicks.
“You think I’ll easily fall to your charms, Miss Swan?” Regina provokes, eyebrows raising condescendingly as her hands find Emma’s above her ass. “You should know that I am not easy.”
Emma chuckles. “You’re challenging, Madam Mayor, that’s undeniable. But I like this and I know you like it too.”
“I don’t like you, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Regina responds assertively, pushing Emma slightly on the chest to cross her arms over it like a stubborn girl.
Emma chuckles in her ear, completely unfazed, but even more captivated instead.
“You don’t like me, but you like how I make you feel, Madam Mayor.”
“You don’t know me at all, dear. And you should be aware that I’d do anything to make you leave this town.”
“Yeah? Even submit to me? Right here, right now?”
Regina stays silent after that and it is easy to notice how ragged her breathing has become. She might be considering this…
“Though, when I taste you, it might become even harder to make me leave,” Emma smirks, relishing the blatant desire transparently on Regina’s face. “Do you know why, Regina?” Emma grasps Regina’s wrist, tentatively pulling her closer again until Emma can breathe against her ear.
“Why?” Regina’s voice is barely audible when she asks, so Emma delights in the way she’s making the woman lose herself bit by bit.
“Because I’ll never want to leave the space between your legs,” Emma murmurs hotly in Regina’s ear, then bites her earlobe whilst her left hand finds its way under Regina’s dress, using her nails to tease the bare skin of her thigh.
There are countless goosebumps on Regina’s body, visibly letting Emma know how much she’s enjoying her touch.
“You’re playing with fire, Miss Swan,” Regina responds, but her eyes are closed as Emma continues to tease the skin of her thigh.
“Good, then, because I’m willing to get burned if it gets me to you.”
Regina says nothing after that; she just stares Emma down with lustful eyes and widens her legs slightly to give Emma more space. Good. She’s slowly giving in.
“Wouldn’t it be so much easier if we focused our intents on something much better than threats?” Emma says, using both her hands this time to pull on the ends of Regina’s dress upwards, slowly giving her a preview of those toned, bare thighs. “I’m willing to discover what makes you tick, Regina. You’re so uptight, so angry all the time. But also… so desperate to let go.”
Emma also desperately wants to kiss Regina, but she knows that if she does it right now, she’ll get lost in those lips and will get distracted from her plan to make Regina succumb completely to her.
“I am not desperate for anything,” Regina growls, then pushes her front against Emma until she backs her against the bed in the sitting position she was in before. “You are the one who’s desperate for me.”
Emma smiles roguishly, staring at Regina like she’s a piece of fruit to be devoured—which she could be if she’d just let her.
“You’re not wrong about me, Regina. But you’re wrong about yourself. Completely wrong.”
There is a snarl on Regina’s lips when she approaches Emma on the bed. Her right hand rounds around Emma’s neck lightly, albeit possessive. “You don’t know anything,” she says, and Emma wraps her own hand around Regina’s, that is around her neck, while the other finds its way against Regina’s bare thigh again.
“Let me see, then. Let me touch it and see it for myself.”
In spite of Regina staying silent, her hand remains around Emma’s neck while Emma decides to test the waters again—she inserts her hands under Regina’s dress, quickly going up to find her panties and pulling them down slowly, in case Regina protests. She does all that while staring deeply into those harsh, brown eyes that, despite all reluctance, are still dark and lustful.
They both watch in unison when Regina’s panties fall to the floor, on top of her feet. The panties are lacy, red and g-string—so hot and sexy that Emma nearly trembles in anticipation. Regina steps out of her panties at a slow pace, brushing them aside with her black pumps. Next, Emma slowly rises from the bed, gently pushing Regina’s hand around her neck away to get closer to the other woman. She touches the light jacket on Regina’s shoulders, then slides the fabric down, letting it fall on the floor as well.
Now, the only barrier seems to be that tight, gray dress that hugs Regina’s curves in all the right places. Emma longs to take it off, but she wants to do something first.
She smirks as her hand, once again, finds the inside of Regina’s dress, making its way up her thigh in a teasing manner to finally find her sex. Emma smears her fingers around the outer lips, closing her eyes and gasping when she feels a great amount of wetness coating her fingers.
Regina is barely holding herself stable, but she tries to seem unfazed, even if she’s automatically widening her legs and her lips are caught between her teeth.
“God, Regina, how can you lie to yourself when you’re dripping wet like this?”
In an instant, Regina’s arms reach up and tangle around Emma’s neck. She basically growls before dragging Emma into a powerful kiss, at the same time she raises her right leg to support herself on the bed, completely giving Emma enough space to touch her fingers all over her drenched pussy.
Emma quickly gets lost amidst all the phenomenal sensations. Her mouth is devoured by those red, plump lips—tongue sweeping inside her mouth ferociously and so, so hot. Emma feels like she’ll explode with so much—with the touch of her fingers on Regina’s drenched pussy, with the way the other woman trembles slightly against her every time Emma’s fingers brush against her clit.
Their kiss becomes so intense and so powerful that Emma loses her balance and falls on the bed with Regina on top of her. She is losing her stance, then. Regina cannot get in control right now. Emma needs her to succumb completely first.
Thus, Emma regains her bearings when she breaks the kiss, panting hard, then pushes Regina to the side, making her lay on her back against the mattress. Without warning, Emma pushes Regina’s dress skirt up until she can fully see that delectable pussy. She gasps in absolute hunger, quickly diving in to kiss all over that bare pussy to then lick it whole painstakingly slow. Regina moans loudly, her back arching off of the mattress as her eyes close in silent abandon.
Emma delights in the view, though she doesn’t stop a second more—she ravishes Regina’s pussy like it’s her last meal; like it’s the freaking forbidden fruit she’s supposed to taste. She moans against Regina’s clit, letting it reverberate against the woman’s whole body. Regina shivers instantly, her moans growing louder by the second as her hands grasp the sheets and pull hard. Good. She is finally submitting.
Regina is so wet that her juices are completely smeared all over Emma’s mouth and cheeks. Though Emma doesn’t stop, doesn’t relent, doesn’t let the woman breathe for a second without licking her, drinking in her delicious taste, ready to make her come all over her mouth and make her impossibly wetter.
“Emma, God,” Regina moans desperately, her hand grasping Emma’s locks to keep her in place. Emma smiles against her pussy, relishing the other woman’s wonderful reactions while she keeps up with the ministrations.
Then, Emma suddenly pushes Regina’s legs against her chest, widening her even more and eliciting a surprised moan from Regina. Emma smiles again and continues ravishing her centre.
Regina completely loses whatever inhibitions she’s had before when she forces her dripping core further into Emma’s mouth. Emma takes that as an advantage because she certainly does not want to stop, so she delights fully into it, her tongue laving over Regina’s sensitive, throbbing clit to then slide down and tease her entrance, coating even more wetness from her.
At that moment, Regina’s body stiffens and she suddenly lets out a cry while her essence bursts through her, coming all over Emma's mouth and drenching it with her release. Emma dutifully licks her clean, elation taking over her body at the amount of juice and delicious taste she can feel on her tongue. Smartly, she thrusts one finger inside herself and starts moving it relentlessly, being driven by the absolute ecstasy of Regina’s moans, Emma’s tongue still licking her while fucking herself. It takes barely two minutes for Emma to come, overwhelmed by the pure exhilaration of being here, with her tongue deep inside of Regina, making her succumb to her as they both come undone in the most euphoric way possible.
Regina pats her shoulder, silently telling her to stop even though she still bucks her hips against Emma’s tongue. Threads of pleasure slide down both Emma’s legs and Regina’s. Her eyes are so firmly shut she thinks she will pass out from the intensity of her orgasm. So, when she eventually removes her face from between Regina’s legs, she views the not-so-composed mayor completely unguarded on the bed, breathing shallowly as she tries to regain whatever is left of her composure.
Well, Emma did it. She made Regina succumb to her and let her give her a mind-blowing orgasm. However, if Regina thinks that is it for the day, she is obviously wrong.
Emma is grinning cheekily as she moves up to lie sideways beside Regina. “You were wrong about yourself, Regina,” she says, her voice sounding throaty and tantalizing amongst the silence in the room. Regina turns to look at her with that ferocity still present in her eyes as if she is angry that she’d let herself submit to Emma. Perfect. “And now you’ll be punished for it,” Emma murmurs in Regina’s ear as she caresses a lock of black hair.
“Punished?” Regina asks back, sounding condescending. Apparently, she doesn’t believe that Emma is serious. “One can dream.”
Emma’s eyes narrow at Regina, and she is suddenly reminded of her very recent dreams with Regina—dreams that have unsettled her to no end and were probably what made her act bold like this around the uptight mayor.
Emma props herself on one elbow and stares Regina down very closely with that grin still present on her face. She knows she accomplished something big, and she knows she can do more. She just needs to play her cards right to make Regina submit again and reverse their situations in her dream.
“Speaking of dreams… Last night I dreamed about you,” Emma starts, moving her hand from Regina’s hair to her breasts. “I dreamed that you had me on your lap and were spanking me like I was the one who needed to get punished.” Emma scoffs at the same time she pinches Regina’s taut nipple between her fingers over the dress. “Can you believe it?”
Regina hisses, fidgeting slightly on the bed. Then, she turns to lie on her side, propping herself on her elbow to mimic Emma.
“Yes, I do believe that quite easily, Miss Swan,” Regina confesses with a smirk curling over her plump lips. “You should be punished for everything you’ve done,” she snarls, her free hand reaching out to round Emma’s neck again. It seems like the only way Regina can feel like she is in control is when she wraps her fingers around Emma’s neck.
“And what have I done?” Emma mockingly asks with a purposeful pout. Their interaction gets even more interesting when Regina leans in so close that Emma can feel her warm breath against her lips.
“You have invaded my town and have been causing chaos ever since. You deserve nothing more than severe punishment, dear,” Regina says with a snarky sneer that makes Emma shiver.
“Why don’t you punish me, then?” Emma challenges, knowing full well that she is playing with fire and is certainly making a change of plans that she wasn't expecting. “You’re all talk and no bark, Madam Mayor. You have no courage,” she provokes endlessly, wanting to bring Regina over the edge of self-control.
And it works perfectly: the woman growls angrily (just like she did when she first kissed Emma) and tightens the hold around her neck, pushing Emma to lay on her back against the mattress and then straddle her hips. The movement itself is entirely arousing, but the way Regina is possessively sitting on top of her is absolutely maddeningly sexy. One sight to behold eternally.
Emma loses her breath for a second, delighting in the insurmountable feeling of Regina taking the reins. It certainly wasn’t in Emma’s plan in the slightest, but she can't put herself to impede this. Her body is petrified, to say the least, and she can feel arousing expectations building between her legs.
“Miss Swan, you’ve got some nerve,” Regina remarks, leaning down to whisper in Emma’s ear. “You are the one who will be punished, just like in your filthy dream about me.”
“Very filthy indeed,” Emma agrees, moving her hands until they cup each of Regina’s strong thighs. “And I loved every minute of it.”
“You mean you loved every minute of me spanking you, dear?” Regina teases with a sardonic and devilish smile on her face at the same time.
Emma didn’t mean that, especially because she envisioned herself spanking Regina instead. This has literally gone out of hand.
Acting quickly, she sits up with the force of her upper body and pushes Regina’s hand away from her neck for the second time that day. “I can quickly turn the tables around if you prefer," she says as she grips both of Regina’s hands together behind her back. That makes the mayor lose her façade for a few seconds—the permanent snarl on her lips is quickly replaced by a bite of teeth between plump lips while her eyes glint back at Emma and her mouth drops open in a pained groan, which sounds so much to Emma like submission, acceptance, and forfeit.
Regina loves being dominated and that is a fact .
“What will it be, huh?” Emma asks provokingly, using the advantage in positions to lick a path with her tongue on Regina’s neck. The woman shivers instantly and she moves her hips over Emma’s lap, visibly seeking more contact. “I know that, deep down, you’re dying for me to spank that gorgeous ass of yours. There’s no need to pretend anymore, Regina.”
“You should hear yourself, dear,” Regina starts, smiling impishly. “Because I could say the same about you.”
And, after that, as Regina pushes Emma to lay with her ass up on her lap, she realizes that Regina has the power to turn Emma into putty in her hands with just a few touches. Regina’s warm palm possessively cups Emma's ass cheek to then caress it slowly, spreading a spine-tingling, warm rush of excitement to flood violently through Emma’s veins. Regina’s other hand grips the blonde hair forcefully, pulling Emma’s head back.
When Regina suddenly smacks the first blow on Emma’s ass, she nearly cries out in pleasure. When the smacks start coming one after the other, Emma moans loudly in wild abandon, pushing her ass up to meet Regina’s palm over and over again, listening to Regina’s low, tantalizing chuckles of approval at seeing Emma so vulnerable like this.
Honestly, Emma didn’t think she’d let herself submit to this; she had thought it would be the other way around like she had planned. But there is no resisting Regina when she wants to do that.
When her fingers meet the wetness between Emma’s legs and start teasing her entrance, Emma completely loses it and comes hard against Regina’s fingers, feeling her body tremble unstoppably as her ass burns with the strong smacks of Regina’s hand. The mixture of pleasure and pain combined drives Emma into a new kind of strengthened orgasm—one she has never had before and that has made her fall completely apart.
Regina is laughing at her, though it’s not mocking as one would expect. Instead, she sounds very proud of herself for having made Emma come like that and, at the same time, dominated her as well as punishing her for her reckless behaviour. Emma doesn’t blame her reaction for this. It’s completely understandable and downright sexy to the core.
“I guess we’ve settled that argument, dear,” Regina gloats and Emma can practically imagine the winning smirk on her face.
“Well, that’s true, but we both have succumbed to each other,” Emma says as she moves to leave Regina’s lap slowly, feeling her ass cheeks burning deliciously. She finally looks at Regina again and realizes her cheeks are blushing, but she looks content. “Did you enjoy it, Madam Mayor? Did you enjoy having power over me?” Emma asks in her ear, caressing Regina’s dishevelled hair to then press a wet kiss to her good-scented neck.
“Yes, I… I did enjoy punishing you, dear,” Regina confesses, making Emma smile. “But that was certainly not enough. I need more.”
Hope sparks through Emma, so she repeats with a shit-eating grin, “More, huh? Does this mean you liked it so much that you’re willing to go past everything you thought of me before to instead keep me at your beck and call, ready to give you mind-blowing orgasms?”
“Yes, dear. You draw a very good case,” Regina confesses as she springs up like a queen from the bed, adjusting her clothes. It gives Emma a sense of loss as much as longing. “So, I will be back. And you’re not allowed to leave my town anymore.”
“Oh,” Emma laughs, brightening up instantly. “Now you want to make me stay ? How contradictory of you, Madam Mayor.”
Regina makes a dismissive gesture of her fingers as if what Emma had said wasn’t important in the slightest; as if Regina hadn’t threatened Emma countless times before she succumbed to her charms and realized they could deal with their animosity differently.
“We’ve reached some sort of truce, Miss Swan. You should be happy about it.”
“Oh, don’t get me wrong, Madam Mayor, because I am very content.” She smirks mischievously. “I am very, very happy that I can fuck you anytime I want now.”
Regina’s eyes turn dark instantly after hearing that and she visibly fidgets, crossing her legs over the other in what should be subtle.
“Not quite. You will do as I say because the only way we can keep this truce is if we do it my way.”
“Hmmm,” Emma murmurs, “we’ll see about that.”
Regina smirks at her, then says, “It’s already sorted, Miss Swan. Be prepared.”
And with that said, Regina sashays away, leaving Emma behind with a very happy and satisfied grin.
This will definitely happen again.