SQ. Regina and Emma agreed that Regina wouldn't intimidate Henry's teachers at parent teacher conference night. And Regina was perfectly well behaved. Emma... not so much. The aftermath.
As said above. Mildly smutty. Hopefully a wee bit playful and steamy?
"You promise, right?"
"Are you going to keep asking me that?"
"I’m just making sure," Emma says as they walk together down the marble hallway towards the eighth grade classroom. "The last time was -"
"I lost my patience because Henry’s teacher is a moron and couldn’t help but make an ass of himself," Regina drawls. "But I’ll maintain it this time."
"Because you promised."
"Because I promise," she confirms.
"And if you don’t keep your promise?" Emma grins.
Regina rolls her eyes. “You can…in your…” her nose wrinkles.
"My car. Yeah."
Regina grunts and then walks away from her, her heels clicking loudly.
And for a moment - an entirely too long moment - all Emma can think about is Regina’s legs wrapped around her. In the Bug. Which might not exactly be the most comfortable fit in the world - or even possible - but damn does it fill her mind up with wonderful images. And suddenly, she finds herself hoping that Mr. DuBois makes an ass of himself once again.
*** ***
Henry’s teacher IS a moron.
And he can’t help but make an ass of himself.
But it’s Emma who loses her patience when the balding tiny man says in a high and nervous voice, “Henry is very bright but I think it would be best for him to try to reign in his habit of always speaking his mind because -“
"Wait, what? You want my kid to shut up?"
"No. Not shut up…just…he intimidates the other children and they tend to follow his head so when he contradicts me, it’s hard to maintain control."
Regina lifts an eyebrow but says nothing, looking over at Emma instead.
"Then try not saying stupid things."
"I…I…"
"I think what the Sheriff is so delicately trying to state is that Henry would be more apt to agree with you if he understood your logic a bit better."
"No, I’m saying that my kid is probably right and you’re an idiot," Emma seethes. "I get it that you want to teach the history of the Enchanted Forest like it’s a goddamn Disney movie, but we all know better and so should you. So maybe open your eyes and -"
"Miss Swan!" DuBois squeaks. "I know you’re with the Evil Queen, but -"
"And I think we’re done here," Regina says with an overly large smile - her politician’s one, her hand streaking out and grabbing Emma’s as it clenches into a balled fist. "We thank you for your time, Mr. DuBois, but I think we’ll likely be looking for a different teacher for Henry going forward."
"I’m -"
"A moron," Emma growls and then stomps from the room.
Regina just looks at DuBois and grins. “Enjoy your night, dear.”
The door closes behind her and all he can think is that he doesn’t have a clue what happened but the person he’d expected to get pissed hadn’t.
*** ***
"Well that went well," Regina says as she gets into the driver’s seat.
"Yeah, sorry about that," Emma grumbles. "I just…why do they keep wanting to teach these kids a history that now all of us know is bullshit?"
"Because it’s easier," Regina says softly, leaning over to take her hand. She lifts it up to her lips and kisses it. "Good and evil always are."
"Right." She sighs and leans back against the seat. "And dammit, I lost."
"You did," Regina agrees and she’s suddenly smiling again.
Emma doesn’t quite know why but she has a feeling that it’s bad for her.
Very bad.
Or very good.
*** ***
Turns out it’s both.
Turns out Regina also has a fair idea what to do with handcuffs.
And a night-stick.
Not that Emma has ever really carried one around, but it’d been in the trunk of the cruiser and after a good cleaning, it’s now being dragged up and down Emma’s naked body, the blunt edge of it running over sensitive parts.
All while Regina is humming to herself.
"You enjoying yourself?" Emma grits out as the night-stick lightly glides up her thighs and runs over where she’s the most sensitive. She bucks into it and hisses because for a beat, Regina stops moving it, just looks down.
"Hmm?" she asks, blinking in a way that should be innocent but isn’t.
"Are you just going to play with me or -"
"Oh I plan to punish you, my love. You were exceptionally…bad." She smirks when she says this and then moves the night-stick in just a bit, causing Emma to let out a soft moan. "And I think it only fair that if I were to be punished should I have lost my temper, then you should as well."
"I know which is why I’m cuffed…but can we get on with this?"
Regina makes a clicking sound with her tongue. “Patience, dear.”
"Fuck me."
The Queen laughs at that, the sound deep and throaty. “Please.”
"Please fuck me?"
"Was that a question?"
"No. Please. Fuck. Me." She gestures with her fingers over the cuffs towards the night-stick. "But not with that. I want to feel you."
"Oh. And now you’re giving the orders," Regina says thoughtfully, a small frown on her lips. "That doesn’t sound at all like a good punishment."
"Punishment is not getting to rip your clothes off and -"
Regina swirls her hand and suddenly there’s a silk gag in Emma’s mouth.
"Be silent," she says and then she’s tossing the night-stick away and dropping down, her lips immediately moving to the inside of Emma’s thighs, her tongue tracing upwards and then over and in. She feels the thrashing, the way Emma is fighting to grab anything but can’t. She has no control and can only submit and be utterly taken and it empowers Regina.
Pushes her forward and on.
She hears the muffled scream even as Emma surges against her and then seconds later collapses and when she leans up, she licks her lips and then daintily dabs at them, her eyebrow lifted and her smug smirk removing all pretense of being a perfect lady. “Now, I think it’s time you pay tribute.”
A snap and the gag is gone and the cuffs are as well and then Emma is grabbing her and shoving her back towards the mattress, their lips melded together and it’s all about control and how neither one of them really has it.
It’s a fight and a war and patience is something neither one of them has been gifted with and right now, neither one of them really wants it.
Fingers in the sheets, hands clenched together.
That’s okay.
*** ***
Emma’s kissing the column of her neck, a leg wrapped around hers and she falls back against her and turns around to steal a kiss of her own.
"Good morning," Regina mumbles, against her lips.
"It’s almost noon. The kid already gave up on in disgust. We’re revolting."
"Are we?"
"I think he heard you last night."
"Me?"
Emma shrugs and kisses her again. “You know, we should talk to him.”
"I want him to speak his mind."
"With great power comes great responsibility," Emma teases.
"You weren’t the one saying that yesterday."
"Maybe I wanted to lose the bet."
"No, you didn’t."
"No, I didn’t. And I’ll win it eventually."
Regina snorts.
"But in the meanwhile -"
"We want him to be able to negotiate even with morons."
"I was going to say it more carefully than that," Emma suggests.
"Were you?"
Emma laughs. “Not really.” And then she rolls Regina over. “But since the kid took off and is currently pretending we don’t exist…we can do that later.”
"Yes," Regina agrees and then pulls her close again.
Because sometimes it really does pay to stay in control.
And to lose it.
-Fin
