Black Lace: Chapter IV
Red Meets Black
Rating: We'll say M.
Summary: The confrontation only escalates...
A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who's commented! I love reading them! And also, sorry, I couldn't help rewriting that scene to suit my own interests. Hope you all enjoy!
She was kissing Regina Mills. And god, she was loving it.
If Emma had expected Regina to resist at all, she was pleasantly surprised. The older woman's lips parted for hers almost immediately, and even before Emma could bring her tongue into play, she felt Regina's sweeping across her lips and teeth. Closing her eyes, she drank in the feel and taste of Regina's lips on hers. It was overwhelmingly perfect, and she had to fight to keep a groan from escaping into those glorious lips.
It was also, Emma was surprised to note, gentle. The passion was there, certainly, but it was so much less volatile than she'd been expecting. What Emma gave in violence, Regina seemed to take, twist, and give back in raw sensuality. Taking her time and forcing Emma to slow and do the same. Without really knowing how or why, the Sheriff found herself complying, and the kisses became less about anger and more about... need.
A rumble against her chest revealed itself to be an amused chuckle from the mayor. Emma pulled back, just a little, and Regina simply arched into her in retaliation, and this time, with breasts pressing against her own and that tongue still dragging over her lips, Emma couldn't keep the groan from slipping out.
"So 'this'," Regina murmured softly in between kisses when she could, not trying to fight against the hold Emma still had on her wrists, "is what you want, hmm?"
The Sheriff almost rolled her eyes. "Yes," she growled. Simple. To the point, and then she lurched forward again to crush Regina completely against the bars before ripping another kiss from the older woman. One of her hands released a wrist, trailing down over the sides of the power suit to slip around the bars and cup Regina's ass.
She expected the moan and even the slight hiss of pain gasped into her mouth. She did not expect the following laughter. Or the smirk that she could feel, even if she couldn't see. Regina's now free hand somehow managed to insinuate itself between them, sliding tantalizingly up Emma's thighs to rest just over where they met. Emma gasped at the sudden realization that her arousal had never really dissipated, and the crotch of her jeans was still quite soaked.
Regina purred at the discovery, and rubbed the back of her knuckles over the wet spot of the denim. "You want... Mmm... to fuck me right here, in your workplace, forced up against metal bars and utterly at your mercy?"
Emma groaned in a mix of arousal and irritation, two feelings Regina seemed to bring out in her in spades, and pulled back to level a look at her. "I can think of worse places." Her hand slipped lower, finding the hem of the Mayor's skirt and sliding her fingers beneath it.
Annoyingly, Regina was still smirking. And still looking remarkably well put-together for a woman pressed so hard against prison bars it had to hurt. "I'm sure," she smiled, and leaned forward to run her tongue along the course of Emma's ear. "I can think of better," she whispered, and the blonde groaned, closing her eyes to keep out that smirk. Or at least that's what she told herself.
"Em-ma, " Regina drawled, her name long and drawn-out, almost sing-songy in its playfulness.
"Christ, Regina!" she pulled away, fully pulling her hands away with a look of sheer exasperation. "Has anyone ever told you you talk too much?"
The Mayor only laughed again, arching an eyebrow in that smug, superior way she was so good at. Absently, Emma found herself wondering if she'd taken lessons at it or something. How to Smirk Like an Arrogant Prick 101. "Oh, so now you don't want me to say your name? I do wish you'd make up your mind, dear."
Goddamn infuriating woman. Apparently she couldn't even fuck her without getting into an argument. "You know what?" Emma snarled, stepping back completely and turning away from the infuriating older woman. "Just forget it. And get the hell out of my office, Madam Mayor."
Two very familiar clicking sounds, and Emma looked down, surprised to see a ring of metal around her wrist. When the hell had Regina swiped her handcuffs? Furious, she yanked, hoping to drag the other woman with her, and a dull clang was all it took to realize that Regina hadn't cuffed her to herself. She'd cuffed her to the bars. "What the hell are you-?" SHe pulled against the cuffs as if force alone would be enough to separate her from the bars.
"Oh no," Regina purred, side-stepping quite freely and then circling around to the front of the irate blonde. "'You're not getting out of this so easily,'" she mocked, throwing Emma's earlier words back in her face.
"Regina, Goddammit!" she fumed, anger burning in her so rapidly and so quickly that her vision was blurring. She lashed out, trying to land her fist into something substantial, like Regina's face. But regrettably the older woman had already moved out of her reach.
"Don't worry, Sheriff. I'm sure you have a key for these?"Emma's eyes flew immediately to her desk, where the keys were quite prominently displayed on the dark wood.
"Good,"Regina continued, approaching close enough to trail her hand freely down Emma's neck and the opening of her shirt before the blonde swung again. "So here's what's going to happen, dear: I'm going to toss you the key, and then I'm going back to City Hall to do my job. And you will do yours. And then tonight, after Henry's asleep, you're going to come to my house at, say, ten o'clock, and we'll continue this... conversation."
Emma's eyes were blazing with her fury. "Regina, if you honestly think I'm going to let you get your way in this, you have another-"
With a grin, the mayor pressed a single finger to protesting lips, and the scent of herself on it was enough to effectively startle her into silence. "Oh, you'll do this my way, dear," the mayor purred. "Or we won't do it at all. And I know you want to."
Emma's grim silence was the only answer she could give, her eyes still glaring, her pulse still beating furiously in her veins.
Regina smiled, and pulled away completely, walking over to the desk with no small amount of swagger in her hips. She picked up the keys, let them dangle in her hand for a second, and then looked back. "And who knows, dear? You might even be able to get the upper hand." The look in her eyes seemed to say that she thought that was pretty damned unlikely.
Wearing that same smile she'd had when offering Emma a basket full of apples, she tossed the keys. By the time they landed- just, of course, out of Emma's immediate reach- she was gone.
"Goddammit!" the Sheriff screamed to no one, and sunk down onto her bottom, stretching her legs out to hook the keys with her boot. Success.
Finally. At least she'd won something today.
Still very much angry, it took her three tries to get the damn keys into the lock of the cuffs. She forced herself to take a breath when they unlatched, still glaring after the long-gone woman with little but hate in her eyes. Hate, and Lust.
Another deep breath, and still another. She looked to her clock and began timing them- two seconds for an inhale, four seconds exhale. By the time she had counted to twenty, she was only slightly less aroused.
But the clock had given her an idea.
She rang the doorbell precisely as the clock tower began to toll the hour.
It was a minute or two before the door opened, revealing a confused looking Regina Mills. And confusion only gave way to profound irritation and just a tiny twinge of uncertainty when she saw who was at the door.
The uncertainty did not go unnoticed, and Emma gave a tiny internal cheer of success before Regina's anger won. "Miss Swan. What are you doing here?" Emma was sure that her voice was only level for fear that Henry might overhear.
"You invited me. Remember?" she smirked.
"Of course I remember!" she barely managed to hiss, "You're four hours early! Henry and I are having dinner."
"Oh," the blonde raised an eyebrow, and this time the smirk was hers. Almost idly, her hand stretched out, fingers toying with one of the buttons on Regina's shirt as seductively as she knew how. As seductively as Regina had done, a few hours earlier. "But I didn't come here for dinner. I came for you."
Regina could only gape, too shocked or furious to respond. Emma didn't know which, and was pleased to discover she didn't care. It was enough to know she'd managed to win, if only just a little. The moment stretched while Regina's anger grew, the muscles in her neck tensing like a bow string. Emma had to suppress the urge to gulp. Maybe this plan hadn't been as genius as she'd thought. And just when Emma knew she was really in trouble, her own little savior appeared.
"Emma!" Henry bounded into view, brushing past a shocked Regina to greet his birth-mother.
His birth-mother who swallowed a sigh of relief and smiled at him. "Hey, kid."
"What are you doing here?" Henry was practically bouncing with enthusiasm at seeing her, completely ignoring Regina. And Regina appeared to be so busy controlling her urge to eviscerate the town sheriff that she couldn't tell him to get back to the table.
Emma decided to play with that while she could. "Your mom invited me." She raised an eyebrow at the mayor in obvious challenge.
"You did?" Henry turned to ask her, at the same time that Regina began sputtering like an over-boiled tea kettle.
"I most certainly-" and she caught Henry's expression, full of surprise and pleasure and hope. It had been so long since she'd seen that look on his face. She finished in a much quieter tone, "...did." Swallowing, she buried her anger, and took one last look at Emma that indicated she would very much pay for this, before she was all smiles again. "Come on in then, Miss Swan. I'll set you out another plate." And she turned away without looking in Emma's direction again, walking back into the dining room.
Still at the door, Emma found her hand grabbed and tugged by her son, who smiled brightly at her. "Mom made lasagna," he rolled his eyes.
"You were so late we started without you," Regina continued, improvising. She was usually pretty good at that.
Emma shrugged, winking conspiratorially at her son. And he looked back at her curiously, knowing there was probably more to this than he was really getting. "Yeah, well, I've never been very good at being on time."
The mayor whirled, nostrils flared, still holding the knife she'd been using to cut Emma a portion of lasagna. She glanced at the sheriff, and then at the knife. But for the sake of Henry... she buried her anger again, and her mask slid back into place.
"So I'm beginning to see," she muttered, and exhaled slowly.
As Emma sat down at the table, she said nothing, only looked at the mayor. Looked, and smirked.
Regina sighed again.
Dinner was going to be incredibly awkward.