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Emma glanced at her phone and pressed the ‘decline’ button as the same number appeared on her screen, as it had for the last seven days. She knew it would only be a matter of time before the owner of that number would come by the Sheriff’s station, demanding an answer, but as long as that day would not be today, Emma was a happy camper.
She rustled the papers on her desk and sighed heavily before leaning back in her chair. It seemed as if lately all she dealt with was drunk Leroy sightings and minor thefts at the supermarket. While she could appreciate the low crime-rate in Storybrooke, it also meant her job had been incredibly boring and her mind kept wandering to the events that had happened a mere week ago.
It wasn’t as if she had planned for it to happen – in fact, it took her quite by surprise when it did. She had been chewing her bear claw when a sultry voice echoed through Granny’s diner as it called out for Emma. Her eyes had rolled to the back of her head before a strange sensation rushed through her body. A frown had appeared on her face when the voice spoke again and a very delicate throb made its presence known between her legs. A throb that became increasingly more intense as the voice spoke to her, she wasn’t quite sure what was being said as a flush crept over her cheeks and her breathing became more ragged.
“Miss Swan!”
Emma groaned as her eyes opened and her eyes darted around the room, the faint throb still present, as if it was taunting her day in and day out. She had ran out of the diner faster than she had ever ran before and whenever a certain Mayor had called her, she had either ignored the phone or declined the call. There was no doubt in her mind, that Regina Mills wanted an explanation for Emma’s behavior at the diner and she wasn’t quite sure she knew how to explain what had transpired.
She had been able to ignore the throb for two days before she finally caved and slid her hand beneath her panties. The voice that had tortured her from the beginning could be heard clearly as she teased her herself. She had no idea what was going on when she recalled the way Regina had pronounced her name and her climax hit her hard as her back arched of the bed. Her momentarily high had immediately been replaced by utter embarrassment the moment she came and left her wondering if she could ever look the brunette in the eyes again.
So far, she had done an immaculate job of avoiding Regina and she was quite impressed with Regina’s self-control, she had expected her to show up yesterday, all guns blazing, but Regina had never showed up. Ignoring the fact that this quite disappointed her, she turned her attention back to the papers that were sprawled out in front of her. She managed to get some work done over the next forty minutes and glanced at the clock. Fifteen more minutes until she could get out of there and spend some time with Henry. She had been neglecting her son lately, not wanting to risk to run into Regina, and he had made it clear to her that her absence was not appreciated.
She gasped when suddenly a cloud of purple smoke surrounded her and a small groan made its way up her throat when she realized what was happening.
“Regina,” Emma murmured softly as she took a sudden interest at the gum stain on the floor beneath her desk.
“Miss Swan.”
Emma swallowed thickly, the last time she had heard those words they had driven her right over the edge and she felt her body respond to the softly spoken words.
“Care to explain why you have been ignoring me?”
Emma’s eyes closed for a brief moment as she shook her head. “I’ve not been ignoring you. I’ve just been extremely busy.” She fidgeted with her fingers when the melodious laughter of Regina assaulted her ears.
“With what? Don’t forget that I am the Mayor of this town and I happen to know for a fact that your week has been quite uneventful.”
Emma sighed, “Honestly, Regina. Why do you keep me and David around as sheriffs of Storybrooke if you’ve got your minions running around everywhere to spy for you?”
Regina grinned and bared her teeth as she leaned against the desk and crossed her arms, “I would hardly call them minions. Besides, I would rather not deal with a drunken Leroy at three AM. Your idiot father and you seem to be perfectly capable of handling that yourselves.”
Emma shrugged, “If you say so. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”
Regina arched an eyebrow as her foot moved to one of the legs of Emma’s chair to stop it from moving away from her. “I don’t think so, Miss Swan. Your shift is almost over and the only work you’ll be doing for the rest of the day is to give me a satisfying explanation as to why you’ve been ignoring me.”
Emma licked her suddenly dry lips as she looked at the heel that was firmly planted against her chair. “Honestly, I have no idea what you are talking about.” She mentally cursed herself when a small moan managed to almost escape from her throat when Regina huffed. There was something about Regina’s voice that had changed over the last week and whatever it was – it was absolutely torturing her.
Regina sighed and the small sound nestled itself right between Emma’s legs as she squirmed. “What the hell is wrong with you, Emma?” Regina asked with slightly concerned eyes. “I know your parents are complete idiots, but I thought you were at least a little smarter than them. Yet, here you are, acting like a fool yourself. Why did you run out of the diner when I wanted to talk to you about Henry last week?”
Emma frowned, had that been what Regina was talking about? She honestly had no idea as to what words Regina had muttered, all she had heard was the soft voice and the light rasp that seemed to assault her senses. “What about Henry?”
Regina scoffed, “It doesn’t matter now. I’ve taken care of the situation, thank you very much. Answer my question.”
Emma took a deep breath, “I think someone cursed me.” She narrowed her eyes and looked at Regina when she snorted. “I’m not kidding.”
“Why in the world would you be cursed? Have you been hit by runner legs? Can’t sit still? Need to run?”
“Stop making fun of me,” Emma exclaimed as she threw up her hands. “This is no laughing matter. Anyway, it doesn’t matter, I wouldn’t even know where to begin to explain it.”
“Try.”
“I can’t.”
Emma groaned when Regina tutted and leaned forward, “I have no time for these silly games of yours, Miss Swan. Speak.”
She didn’t want to tell Regina, fairly sure that the older woman would laugh at her for her ridiculous responses to the brunette’s voice. But when Regina’s eyebrows arched so high they were about to fall off she took a deep breath and murmured quietly, “I’m… affected by sounds.” She rolled her eyes when Regina scrunched up her nose. “I’m not sure how to explain it. I told you it was stupid.”
“Affected how,” Regina asked.
Emma groaned, lately it seemed as if all she did was groan and it was all because of the gorgeous brunette sitting in front of her. “I really don’t want to tell you. Knowing you, you’ll laugh, then hit me with me with a fireball.”
“Oh please,” Regina huffed. “I’m the Evil Queen, and a bit more refined than that. I may lock you up in a cell, but I won’t cause you any bodily harm, unless you’re into that kind of thing.”
Emma’s eyes were about to bulge out of her sockets until she noticed the smirk on Regina’s face. “Great, thanks Regina,” she mocked.
“So…” Regina’s voice trailed off, waiting for an answer from the blonde.
“You know how you listen to a music composition and it gives you goosebumps?” Emma asked in an attempt to explain what was bothering her without having to give any details.
“Mhm.”
“Well, it’s a bit like that, except there are no goosebumps. I just…” Emma sighed. How in the world was she supposed to explain this to Henry’s other mother, without her visitation rights being taken away from her? “Itturnsmeonokay?!”
Regina laughed, “Say that again, a little slower?”
“For fuck’s sake, Regina! Why can’t you leave me alone?” Emma cried out.
“Because,” Regina grinned as she stood up and placed a leg on either side of Emma’s before lowering herself onto her lap. “I have a feeling that I am the cause of your current problem and I quite like it,” she murmured into Emma’s ear.
“What are you doing,” Emma squirmed as she gripped the seat tighter and swallowed thickly.
“A funny thing happened last week,” Regina said as her hot breath tickled Emma’s ear. “I was doing some research on The Google.”
“Google, not ‘The Google’,” Emma corrected.
“Whatever. Anyway, I was on Google doing some research and I read about something that piqued my interest. So, I decided to add a little magic into the equation and then all I had to do was find a willing victim.”
“W-what are you talking about,” Emma murmured, her eyes closed at Regina’s close proximity. Regina’s scent vaguely smelt like apples and she wanted to roll her eyes at the very cliché of it all. Of course the woman would smell like apples and of course she used magic to torture Emma, hadn’t that been their game all along? A small gasp escaped from her lips when Regina brushed a strand of hair away from her neck and soft fingertips followed the curve of the small indent.
“I thought about using it on Mary Margaret, just for a second. Can you imagine the torture it would have put her through? But then I realized that would just be cruel and while that would have been perfect for the Evil Queen, Regina Mills just doesn’t roll that way anymore.” The soft chuckle that filled the room produced goosebumps on Emma’s skin. “Then my perfect victim presented herself in all her glory and I knew in that moment it was always meant to be this way. It’s always been you, Emma. Surely you know that?”
Emma jerked involuntarily against Regina as the soft spoken words inked themselves into her skin. She was positive that if she would run her fingers over her arms, she would feel the outline of every word, just like she felt every spoken word make its way straight to her core. “Why? Why me?”
“Because it’s our story, Emma. It was always about you and me. I just wanted to give us a head start. The magic wouldn’t have had an effect on you if you didn’t feel the same way.” Regina’s lips brushed against the outer shell of Emma’s ear and the soft moan that came from deep within her put a smile on Regina’s face. “See? Do you want to know what it’s called?”
“Yes,” Emma breathed out.
“Auralism.”
“Even the word alone sends shivers down my spine. What did you do to me, Regina?”
“Nothing much. It’s a kink. It’s when someone gets aroused from voices or sounds, it sounded like a perfect way to tease you. I may have… enhanced it a bit with magic. Tell me, Emma. Did you hear my voice when your fingers undoubtedly tried to get rid of the ache between your legs?”
“That was your magic?”
“It was. Did it feel as if I was in the room with you?” Regina let a hand trail down Emma’s side before slipping it beneath Emma’s shirt as her thumb brushed over the warm skin. “Did you scream my name?”
Emma bit her lip, Regina’s fingers felt like they descended from the heavens themselves and her voice… God, her voice did things to her that she couldn’t even start to comprehend. The light rasp felt as if Regina’s own teeth grazed her clit softly and gently and the deeper Regina’s voice dropped, the more she would start to throb. “No.”
Regina arched a brow, “You didn’t scream? Or you didn’t scream my name? How about we fix that, Emma? I want to hear you scream my name. I’ve waited for it for years and I deserve to hear my name fall from your lips.”
Emma’s hands moved to cup Regina’s ass as she pressed the older woman tighter against her. “I’m not a screamer, Regina.”
“You will be when I’m done with you,” Regina huskily whispered and Emma moaned loudly as Regina’s tongue brushed over her pulse point before sucking it into her mouth.
“Is that a promise or a threat?”
“How about you stop talking, Miss Swan, and start listening? After all that’s why I cast this little spell on you. I want you to hear me and I want you to feel my words. Let’s see how sensitive you are to my words, shall we?”
Emma nodded, but wasn’t quite sure as to why. It wasn’t as if her nodding gave any consent to Regina’s promise or threat. She was already feeling the words, not that she was complaining. It was quite the opposite really, she wanted more of it and she wanted it now.
“Have you ever really listened to your own name, Emma? Have you noticed how easily it rolls off someone’s tongue? Especially mine? In fact, I don’t even have to use my tongue for it. My lips can produce your name and they do so love producing the sound. Emma. Emma. Listen to it.”
Regina was positively killing her when she slipped her hand inside of Emma’s pants and cupped her sex over her panties. The action was enough to make her grunt loudly as she tried to press against the firm hand.
“Emma. Em. Emerald, empathy, emanate, emaciated, embargo, embroider. So many words that start with that delicious sound.”
Emma moaned as Regina spoke each word with a newfound determination as if each uttered syllable could make Emma come like fingers that would thrust in and out of her. It wasn’t far from the truth, by the time Regina said ‘embroider’ Emma was wetter than a scuba diver and she wanted more of it.
“Your name is beautiful, Emma. I speak it often. Although I do have a fondness for ‘Miss Swan’. Perhaps that’s what I will keep calling you in public. Perhaps I should stick with Emma in private. Perhaps…” Regina’s voice trailed off as her fingers moved against the drenched panties, “I should only say that four letter word when I want you to scream out my name.”
“Regi-“
“Hush,” Regina said firmly as she placed the index finger of her free hand against Emma’s lips. She smirked when Emma’s eyes fluttered open and the dark emerald eyes were filled with nothing but lust as Emma’s tongue darted out of her mouth and licked along the finger before sucking it into her mouth. She immediately regretted the action when Regina groaned wantonly and it settled between her legs as if Regina’s tongue flicked against the hardened nub.
“Emma,” Regina purred seductively, “I want you to come for me. Right here and now. Where anyone at any moment could walk in and see exactly what kind of power I have over you.”
Emma whimpered when she realized that they were indeed in a very public place. It wasn’t as if the Sheriff’s office was visited often, but her dad could walk in at any moment to relieve her from her shift and the last thing she wanted was for her father to see her in her current predicament. It would be hard enough to explain why Regina was on her lap, let alone having to explain why Regina’s fingers were currently tickling her clit through the fabric of her panties and she was about to dissolve into pleasure.
Regina’s words were intoxicating, making her feel as if she had one drink too many – and it made her incredibly horny as her hands squeezed Regina’s ass tighter. She had never experienced anything like it and while she hoped that the power of Regina’s voice would dissipate after this adventure she was also nowhere near ready for it to stop.
“Emma,” Regina mewled as her fingers pressed tighter against the bundle of nerves. “Close your eyes and listen.”
Emma did exactly as Regina said and closed her eyes as Regina whispered in to her ear. Each soft spoken word tickled her clit, each spoken syllable licked along her labia and each sentence thrusted into her and she knew Regina hadn’t been lying to her when she finally spoke the word that send her straight over the edge and made her explode as if thousands of stars had gathered themselves in the universe just for her.
“Emma.”
For the first time ever, Emma screamed and Regina smirked when her own name fell from those luscious lips as the blonde trembled and shivered beneath her.
“Told you I could make you scream,” Regina chuckled as she removed her hand from Emma’s pants and cupped Emma’s cheek with it before pressing her lips against Emma’s. Emma wasn’t quite sure who was moaning louder as Regina’s tongue traced the bottom lip of her mouth before sucking it into her mouth, all she knew was that she wanted more moaning, more touches and more of Regina.
“Hold tight, dear. Your shift is over. Time to start putting your skills to work on me,” Regina whispered before clenching her thighs tighter against Emma’s legs as she teleported them to her vault with a wink.