Regina knew she was watching her. She felt her eyes on her own body; so intensely that it made her skin prickle. She knew it without having to check. She'd known her long enough. Much to her dismay it took a lot more strength then she had anticipated to resist that urge; to turn her head and face Maleficent who was sitting almost right in front of her.

Regina was trying to keep up her cover while she was caught in a room with Swan and the wanna-be queens. She didn't know what Emma had been thinking, it was hard enough to keep this up without having her mess around. Hard enough to keep a straight face while Maleficent was slowly undressing her with her eyes, looking as cool and unsettled as ever.

Regina sighed, only half-heartedly listening to the on-going conversation. She hated herself just a little when she turned her head and found Mal's eyes. Piercing right through her with that fire she kept inside. Regina knew well enough that it wasn't just the dragon inside of her. She had seen that look on Maleficent's face more then once, the desire burning in her eyes; she wanted Regina and she wasn't going to make it easy. As much as Regina tried to ignore her, Maleficent knew exactly what she was doing. She carried that mischievous look on her face, that smirk on her lips that made her oh so certain. Maleficent loved to play and Regina had given in willingly quite a couple of times but this wasn't the right time.

Maleficent loved to play, but she hardly ever played fair.

Regina shifted in her seat, trying to look as unsettled as possible. She attempted to re-join their discussion until she realized that she had no idea what they were actually talking about. It had been years but her body slowly reacted to ancient memories. She remembered those nights that she had spent with Maleficent. Their encounters had never been particularly loving but respectful although neither would've admitted it. With all their anger and frustration, their encounters had been quick and taunting; filled with desire and longing. Screaming, biting and just the right amount of pain to keep it on the edge.

Regina slightly tensed when those images seeped into her mind. She'd tried so hard to forget about this, kept it hidden in a secret place until she'd thought it didn't matter any longer only to realize that it mattered a lot. Her mind wandered back to Maleficent who was still watching her and this time Regina held the eye contact. She could play along until all of this was over. The blonde knew exactly how much her actions affected Regina and it amused her that she wasn't as good at hiding it as she had thought.

This is going to be fun, Maleficent thought.

Regina kept her eyes on the dragon and wondered if anyone had noticed but they were still wrapped up in their discussion. Whatever the issue was, Regina didn't care. Maleficent still had that smug smile on her face and Regina remembered her; shivering beneath her when she'd fucked her until she had begged for mercy. She had wanted her just as much, Maleficent was simply better at hiding it. Regina smiled to herself, triumphantly even, and ignored Maleficent for the time-being.

Let her wonder, she thought. Regina focused on the conversation. Something about how Gold had played them all and such nonsense. The tension kept building inside of her and she shifted in her seat, just a little more, crossing her legs.

Suddenly her phone vibrated. She had kept in right next to her, just in case.

"You look so tense," the text said. She knew that it was from her so she ignored it. For now. It only took a couple of seconds until the screen lit up again, announcing another incoming message.

"Wanna know a secret?"

Regina looked at Maleficent but this time she was ignored when Maleficent casually anticipated the conversation.

"Don't think so," Regina simply replied. No matter what she did, the blonde would tell her anyway.

"Liar", her response was quick but there was more to come. "Actually I thought I'd hate you after all this time but right now I just wanna fuck you."

Regina read that twice, trying her best not to look too obvious but the words had pushed just the right buttons. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, aware of the tension and the tingling feeling that slowly spread between her legs. Maleficent had never been the decent kind of woman although she loved to pretend so.

"What's the matter, dear?" Cruella asked all of a sudden and raised an eyebrow at her.

"Can we just keep going? I don't wanna be stuck here all night!" Regina said impatiently and cleared her throat. She needed this to be over; she felt the tension in the air. She didn't need to look at Mal to figure out that she was fully enjoying this.

"Of course you don't ..." the next text said. "You want me so bad and you know it."

Dammit, this woman knew her too well, Regina thought.

"You're not that great. Don't get ahead of yourself," she replied.

As much as she wanted this to be over, she was curious about the next reply. She loved to play just as well, if only they were on their own. She would slowly get rid of her clothes but she wouldn't let Mal touch. She would quietly watch the fire burning in her eyes when Regina was right in front of her and still out of reach. Just the thought quickened Regina's pulse a little.

"I want to kiss you," the next text said.

Meanwhile, Emma still tried to blame Gold.

"I want to run my tongue down your throat," she texted.

Ursula was slowly buying the whole let's-all-bame-Gold-story.

"... suck your lovely nipples until you beg me to stop."

In response, Regina felt her nipples harden against the soft fabric of her bra. She raised an eye brow at Maleficent, who smiled triumphantly; she knew she had won.

Fuck, Regina thought, the wetness spreading between her legs.

She leaned her head on her hand, trying to hide her expression. Her breath became a little shorter and she hated herself for being so turned on by this. She hated herself for allowing Maleficent to seduce her so boldly, but there was no going back now. She was aching for release; she wanted her. She would make the blonde pay for this, she'd take her until she cried out with pleasure. Regina wanted to hear her scream and make her come so badly.

Regina was getting slightly nervous, playing with her hair because she needed a distraction. She was craving her touch but she wouldn't do her that favour now and surrender so easily. She hadn't allowed Maleficent to take control many times but Regina did have her weak moments and Mal had always known which buttons to push. Especially when she'd fucked her so lazily, taking her sweet time watching her fall apart until she didn't even have to strength to talk. Oh, she'd loved that so much.

"I'd let Swan watch if you want. She already knows I have a loose tongue... either way."

Oh, Regina knew how she'd love to rub it in their faces.

"Enough," was all she managed to reply. For once she was grateful that she didn't have to speak. She didn't trust her voice to be as strong as she needed it to be.

"You're telling me I won't find you dripping wet for me when I put my fingers down your pants and make you come right now?" she inhaled sharply, a soft moan escaping her lips before she had a chance to fight it off.

"Are you alright?" Emma asked and Maleficent chuckled knowingly.

"Mhm," was all Regina answered through gritted teeth. She put her phone away and prayed that it'd be over soon because she couldn't bear it any longer. She pressed her thighs together, the wetness pooling deliciously between her legs; she needed this right now.

"Told ya, she's gone soft," Cruella said. "Too much for you last night?"

"You have no idea," Regina replied. She'd admit to anything to get out of here.

Just when she'd thought that Maleficent had given up for now, she watched the woman rise from her seat, walking over to stand right behind her.

"Hasn't been too rough for you sweetheart, has it?" she asked sweetly with that seducing undertone that she had used on her so many times before. Her fingertips softly brushed the exposed skin of her neck while she walked past. It sent a shiver down her spine and set her nerves on fire; she bit her lip as hard as she could to suppress that soft moan that threatened to escape her lips.

This was far from being over, she thought.

Maleficent loved to play, but she hardly ever played fair.