Chapter 2

Eyelids weighed down with fatigue pry open languidly revealing the two blurry sea-green orbs that are hidden underneath only to slam back down when the mid-morning sunrays sent a shock-wave of pain from their pupils straight to the brain. Emma groans in misery and gently places a hand atop her forehead as she waits for the throbbing to recede.

She only opens them once more when she is absolutely sure it's safe. She blinks clearing her vision and does a quick scan of the area. Oh, this was so not her apartment. Slightly confused and more than a little disoriented, she lifts her upper body upon bent elbows only to shiver when an amyst silk sheet pools away, exposing an expanse of naked pale flesh to the cool drafty air. She glances around the room, drinking in the monotone background, various pieces of mahogany furniture, and splashes of royal purple throughout the room. "What the hell?" She rasps, wincing at the slight burn within her throat.

As if on cue, thick malachite smoke bellows from the stone flooring until it nearly brushes against the ceiling only to disappear a second later, revealing Zelena in all her wicked glory. "Oh, you're finally awake I see."

"Zelena! What the hell!?" Emma scrambles to cover herself.

The witch to bust out into laughter, eyes twinkling with naughtiness. "My, my, someone is being awfully prudish this morning. Funny, you were anything but last night." Zelena drawls out smiling like the cat that ate the canary.

And as if triggered by that ever condescending British lit, an onslaught of images floods Emma's mind of heavy breathing, intertwined limbs, and sweat-slick green skin. Her mouth goes slack. Oh God, what had she done?

StoryBrooke

Regina plunges her hands into a sink full scalding hot soapy water and lifts a plate from the murky depths towards the light to expect it thoroughly. Her crimson lips pull downward into a deep frown when she spots a speck of dried lasagna. She knew it would have been wiser if she'd taken the time to rinse it off last night, but she just didn't feel like she had the energy. Sighing, Regina dunks it back in and reaches for the brillo pad.

She scrubs the spot in a circular motion all the while staring downward at the action with unseeing eyes, her mind drifts to jade and alabaster molded together as one, low moans of ecstasy, the rhythmic thump of a mahogany headboard against a wall. CRACK! Regina blinks a couple of times clearing mind only to swear when she sees the fragments of a broken plate clutched in her hands.

Godsdamnit that was her favorite plate.

A slight burning sensation causes Regina to hiss and look from the ruined item to her hands immediately located the source when her gaze lands on a long jagged cut etched across her palm. She stared at it for a moment unconsciously tracing the pattern with her eyes before running her thumb over. Regina inhales deeply and eyelids flutter closed. The pain was intoxicating.

Luckily the pounding at the door jolts her from the dark road she was currently heading down. She quickly wraps a washcloth around her wounded hand, heading to the entrance.

The door wasn't even halfway opened yet before the accusing voice of Snow White grates against Regina's ear. "Where is she?"

"Where is whom?" Regina questions, knowing very well who the woman was talking about.

Snow crosses her arms above her well-rounded belly and huffs reminding Regina of the petulant little girl she'd come to know all those years ago. "My daughter."

"Let me ask you something." Regina knits her eyebrows together and puts a hand on her hip. "Why is it that every time that insufferable blonde goes missing you people come to me? I mean, is it so difficult to believe that I could care less about your precious savior. "

Snow snorts in disbelief. "Yeah, like I'm supposed to believe you. Now, where is she?"

Regina grinds her teeth together and inwardly has to count to three to keep from strangling the other woman. "Get it through that unfortunate haircut of yours, Snow, I. Do. Not. Know." It was an enormous lie of course but she couldn't very well tell this woman that her daughter was currently screwing the Wicked Witch in the old castle of her mortal enemy no less, no matter how humorous the reaction would no doubt be.

Hardened sea-green eyes stare at Regina for a moment or two more then finally Snow sighs and her body seems to melt. "You really don't know where she is, do you?"

"No." Regina snaps and slams the door in the other woman's face. She turns, sagging against the wood and gives a closed eye sigh. They open just as quickly, scarlet lips twisting into a scowl. "I am going to kill Emma Swan the next time I see her."

"No." Emma whispers mind still not fully wrapping around the situation.

"Oh yes, my pretty," Zelena smirks naughtily. "You were quite the stallion last night." The wicked witch leans her upper body over the bed and knowingly gives the other woman a tantalizing view down her cleavage.

She chuckles when she sees Emma swallow thickly and her sea-green eyes darken to emerald. "Shall we have another go then?"

"Breast!" Emma blurts out unintelligently, eyes remaining glued to the area for a moment longer before suddenly shaking her head rapidly. "Damn it, I mean no. No." She corrects hastily, blushing profusely. But when she sees the other woman frown, Emma pinches the bridge of her nose. "Look, can you just bring me home?"

Zelena lets out an exaggerated sigh and playfully pouts. "If I must."

Emma nods, slipping from the bed, she stands there for a moment just looking at the other woman dumbly.

The wicked witch scans over the expanse of naked pale skin and raises an eyebrow. "You might want to put some clothes on before we leave, my pretty. After all, we wouldn't want to give the good people of Storybrooke a show now would we?"

"Huh?" Emma glances down and notices she's still naked as the day she was born but can't help but to feel mildly relieved when she sees the normal patch of curls between her legs. "oh um shit."

She whips her head up and looks back at the witch with scrunched eyebrows. "Where?" Zelena simply points to a neatly folded pile on top of the bedside table.

Well, that was nice of her.

"Oh." Emma snatches them up and gets dressed in record time, not even bothering to tuck in her pockets nor to fix her wife-beater which was obviously inside out.

"So um how do I-" Zelena waves a hand and thick green smoke cloaks the blonde from head to toe. In a split second, she's gone leaving behind a redhead whose lips were spread into a devious smile.

Emma reappears a moment later and startles when she notices immediately that she wasn't in her apartment but in Regina's living room. Oh that bitch. She makes a mental note to kill Zelena later as she quickly turns to make a hasty exit. Her hand just barely brushes the doorknob when a familiar voice screeches at her from behind.

"What the hell are you doing in my house!?"

TBC...

It surprised me how many people like this so I decided to continue. This chapter is short but I must say it was very fun to write. I promise though the next one WILL be longer this was just a filler of shorts.