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Married life was nothing like I had imagined. I was married once before; to my wife’s grandfather in fact. It was not something that we talked about at great length, but my experience during that time was nothing like how it was with Emma. She was everything I wanted in a partner. I had known it since the day I met her, even knowing who she was and what it could mean for me if she found out who I was and what role I played in her life before we’d met.
I was happy. We were only a week into the new world and new life, and I was content. I could not recall the last time I felt that way, but I knew it had been a long, long time. Emma had become my everything, second only to my little Prince who had taken to our new lives as easily as Emma- as easily as I.
As far as I could tell, Emma had provided everything we needed with the curse. At first, my memories were scrambled and incoherent but as I grew comfortable, so too did my mind. I knew all I needed to know about this world and all of its strangeness. It was taking time, but I was adapting, and I was relishing every moment of it.
“Babe, have you seen my phone?”
Well. Almost every moment.
“Try looking underneath the pile of clothes you left on the floor,” I said without turning. “And stop calling me that.”
Her grin reflected back at me in the mirror but otherwise she ignored me, as I had learned this version of her was wont to do. It should have infuriated me but in truth, I was simply playing along with the cursed memories. I didn’t care what she called me, only that whichever endearment she used contained as much affection for me as that grin always did.
Watching her retrieve her phone from beneath the pile, I cocked a brow as she met my stare in the glass, that same affection in her eyes. “Thanks babe,” she teased and winked as I feigned annoyance with a glare. “I’ll be home by two.”
“Mhmm,” I hummed, eyes narrowing as she moved closer.
She smirked as she came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. “I’m almost tempted to call in sick so I can stay here and tear you out of this dress,” she murmured before she kissed my jaw.
It was little more than a brush of her lips, but it made my legs weak all the same. From day one, she’d known how to push every single one of my buttons and though she wasn’t quite the Emma I was used to, she was more than capable of reminding me that that was exactly who she was.
Turning my head, I captured her mouth in a long, heated kiss, briefly losing myself to the sensation of lips, teeth and tongue as she kissed me back. “As your boss-” I said, reluctantly parting from those beautifully pliable lips as I turned back to the mirror. “-I should point out how terrible an idea that is, as I would then have to fire you.”
She grinned. “I wouldn’t mind you being my sugar mama; derogatory implications one hundred percent withstanding.”
Unfamiliar with the term, I made a mental note to look it up later and simply rolled my eyes. Whether or not I knew the meaning behind the things she sometimes said, I knew when she was being an idiot, especially when she proceeded to wiggle her eyebrows at me.
“I don’t know why I married you.”
“If I understood your vows right,” she drawled, “it had a lot to do with my breasts and how pull-able you think my hair is.”
Sadly, that wasn’t a memory I possessed. I knew we were married, but how that came to be in our fake little world continued to elude me. I had decided to forgive Emma for the oversight given the time constraints she was under at the time.
If I were being honest, then I was genuinely surprised she’d done as well as she had. Storybrooke was somewhat more quaint than I was accustomed to, but it was starting to grow on me. It certainly made being Queen a lot easier, though there was a little too much paperwork for my liking. Emma could have had the decency to turn my former advisors into personal secretaries, and I was definitely going to hold that one against her.
Her foresight was atrocious.
“Hey…”
“Hmm?”
Emma chuckled. “I love how easily distracted you are.” She kissed my cheek before I could feign offense, then changed the subject. “Wanna have lunch with me?”
I pretended to think about it before wrinkling my nose. “Is it not enough that I will have to tolerate you two hours later?”
“Nope.” She kissed my cheek again and patted my backside as she stepped back. “I’ll grab your favourite from the diner on my way to your office. Later babe .”
I spun around but she was already almost all of the way out the door. I sighed and raised my voice, calling after her, “I hope you fall down the stairs.”
Her laughter stayed with me for most of the morning.
x
She did not fall down the stairs.
x
Computers were a wonderful invention but the sheer number of idiotic things one could find on the internet were innumerable. A ‘sugar mama’, I discovered, was indeed as asinine as I believed, though when I recalled Emma’s remark about the derogatory implications, I couldn’t help but grin. If Emma wanted to provide me sexual favours merely so that I would take care of her, I certainly wouldn’t be opposed.
Appealing as the thought was, however, I knew she would never accept such a role, nor would I ever offer. Emma was too independent to rely on me in that way and I must admit, it was one of those things I found appealing about her. After spending years hearing stories about insipid damsels in distress being rescued by overconfident, egotistical Princes with less brains in their heads than I possessed in the tip of my little finger, it wasn’t entirely unusual for me to be attracted to someone like Emma.
Still; if my fake memories were to be believed, Emma possessed a rather healthy sexual appetite for roleplay, and I could be a very curious woman under the right circumstances.
“Knock knock.”
Speak of the devil…
Smiling, I closed the current tab on my computer and glanced across the room to where she stood, grinning in that way that always made my chest ache with affection. Emma was many things, but she was oddly adorable most of all.
“Tis lunch time, my love.”
“Tis it?” I smirked at the look of surprised delight that crossed her face before I stood and rounded my desk. “You best come feed me then.”
She looked at me thoughtfully as she crossed the room and placed the bag in her hand down on the desk. Her grin was smaller, more lopsided when she brought our bodies together and kissed me softly. “Why do I get the feeling you’d rather I spread myself out on your desk instead of the food?”
I rolled my eyes and draped my arms over her shoulders, kissing her back before I replied, “I do believe excellent perception is a largely desired quality in your line of work, Sheriff.”
“That must be it.” Kissing the tip of my nose, she stepped away. I missed her instantly. “I’m starving.”
“You’re always starving,” I replied as I followed her to the sofa across the room. I’ve always been amazed by how much she can eat. “You better not touch any of my fries.”
She would. She always did.
“Sharing is caring, Regina.”
“In that case, I clearly care far too much. It’s time I cut back.”
She pouted. “Mean.”
I couldn’t resist, leaning in the moment we sat down. I kissed her again, pressing her into the back of the sofa as my hands took to her body, familiar with every single one of her curves but just as happy and eager to explore them as I had been the first time she took her clothes off for me.
“Mmm, someone’s randy this afternoon.” Snorting, I bit her lip and swatted her stomach before pulling away. She pouted and said, “I wasn’t complaining.”
I sniffed and reached for the food. “Perhaps you should have thought of that before you opened your silly little mouth.”
The pout intensified but when I pretended not to notice, she snatched the bag of food from my hand and held it aloft. Before I could protest, she dropped it onto the cushion beside us and climbed into my lap.
“Emma,” I growled in warning.
“It’s been hours,” she said as she ran her fingers through my hair. My eyes fluttered as blunt nails scratched at my scalp, and I could feel her breath on my mouth. “Missed you.”
If we were in public, I would have been ashamed of how quickly I melted for her. “I missed you, too,” I murmured as I gripped her hips and brought our mouths together.
She immediately deepened the kiss and the sensation of tongue against mine had me instantly wet. The quickness with which she turned me on had always baffled me; my body had never before reacted to someone as swiftly as it always seemed to react to her.
Any desire I had for food vanished, taken over by my want for her.
As we continued to kiss, I reached for the buttons on her shirt. I undid each, one by one, until I could throw it open. She moaned as I claimed her flesh, one hand on a warm, bare hip while I filled the other with her breast and squeezed.
“We don’t have a lot of time,” I gasped as she broke away from my mouth and began peppering kisses along my jaw.
“We never do,” she reminded me, chuckling.
I felt my blouse flutter open and looked down, surprised I hadn’t felt her undressing me. Emma had never been shy nor subtle when it came to her desire for me; usually, she was a lot rougher when taking my clothes off.
With a groan, as she began to mouth at my neck, I tapped her hip. She rose and I unzipped her, tugging her pants down to mid-thigh, just far enough for me to slide my hand between her legs and feel how wet and eager she was.
She was drenched, making it far too easy for me to slide my fingers deep into her cunt. She groaned as I filled her up, her cunt squeezing me tight. “Fuck, babe.”
“Daring,” I murmured and bit the lobe of her ear, hooking my fingers against her front wall. “Do you want me to stop?” She vehemently shook her head. I hid my smile in her hair and warned, “Then you best find something else to call me, hmm?”
“Fuck.” She squirmed, her cunt pulsing around me. “Please, b-” I thrust, hard, and she gasped, “Wife! Please!”
I chuckled. It wasn’t quite the title I was looking for, but I’d be lying if I had said it didn’t affect me the same way as when she used to call me her Queen.
“Better,” I teased and thrust again. I wasn’t as hard this time, but nor did I stop with one. In and out, I filled her again and again, my hand growing wetter with every stroke until she cried out and began to shake with her release.
She buried her face in my neck as she came in my hand. I relished the slick warmth of her sliding down my fingers and the heavy, moist breaths of her panting against my flesh.
As she settled against me, I retrieved my hand, ignoring her whimpers as I brought it to my mouth and sucked her from my fingers. I moaned at the taste of her, convinced that there wasn’t a single thing in any world that would ever taste as good to me as she always had.
Overall, I considered this a successful lunch.
I patted her backside and said, “Pass me the food, darling, I’m starving.”
With an amused huff, she sat up and retrieved the bag. I eyed her state of undress as she handed it to me, and cocked my brow. “Not that I will complain, if so, but do you plan to stay like this while we eat?”
Her impish little grin told me all I needed to know. “You did say you were starving,” she teased. “I might not have brought enough food.”
I smirked. “In that case-” I pushed her off of me and flung the bag onto the table. “-I think I’ll have my dessert first.”
Her grin widened as she laid down and spread her legs. “Come and get it, wife.”
“Gladly,” I growled and dove in.