Rating: M
Notes: AU, no magic, no curse. During season one.
A/N: Enjoy!

8:42 pm.

A bottle of single malt scotch, 15 years. That's what Emma had to offer as she walked up the front steps to 108 Mifflin street for her usual friday night family dinner with Regina and Henry. However, Henry was spending the weekend at a creative writing camp after much convincing from Emma. That left friday night reserved for just the two mothers, and Emma figured Regina could use a drink or two.

What she couldn't have figured was the state of the brunette as she greeted her at the door. Brown eyes, tired; a tight, gray, thermal shirt; and dark, loose sweatpants. "Emma, I'm so sorry. I have been completely stressed and forgot about dinner. You probably-"

"Regina, it's alright. I can cook for us. You look like you need a break."

"I need more than a break." Regina sighed, taking the bottle from Emma's hand and led them into the kitchen. "I don't know what you can make but i need to go to the grocery store soon."

"I'll manage."

Emma knew the Mills house like the back of her hand. After spending multiple weekends over when their son was away, doing, well… adult activities. Emma and Regina had formed a friends with benefits relationship after a single drunken night of confessions. They hadn't talked about being anything more but they were happy where they were.

After a few minutes of silence, Emma stopped chopping vegetables to look at the older woman. "Do you want to talk about it? I have a very good ear."

Regina smiled as she played with the rim of the glass before looking at Emma, who began chopping again.

Regina came home after not one, or two, but five cancellations for the annual town hall banquet. She then was almost late to send her son off to catch the camp bus, because the had a flat tire. Then she was uncharacteristically worried after hearing the sheriff needed to respond to a bar fight turned shooting. Which she then had to file all the paperwork on.

"I just, sometimes I need a break. I'm tired of people depending on me for so much."

Emma continued placing things into a bowl, but kept her attention to the woman talking.

"I want to not be the mayor, or a mother, or anyone. Just for a little while."

"You need someone else in control sometimes." She looked up from her task and deep into brown orbs.

"God yes." Regina felt vulnerable. For the first time in years, she felt exposed. Exposed but safe, and that scared her.

"Um. Dinner is done." Emma gratefully interrupted. "It's not much. A simple spicy almond salad, but I think you'll appreciate it."

"I didn't make it, and it's healthy. I'll always be grateful for that." She chuckled.

They ate their food in the living room, making tonight, a night of firsts for Regina. If only she knew how many.

Emma thought about her relationship with her son's other mother. They'd had sex before, and Emma knew Regina liked it when the blonde took control in the bedroom. She wondered if Regina would ever let her take full control. It'd be helping her, right? It couldn't hurt. "What if you could?"

"What if I could, what?" Regina faced her guest.

"What if you could, let someone else take control. Relax yourself for once."

"Oh yeah? And who would want to do that for me? In what situation would I ever be able to let someone else have full control?"

Now or never. "You know," Emma began, leaning over to the brunette. Whispering into ther ear, "we both know what was going to happen this weekend. I think, if you'd let me, I could take control. Give you what you want."

Was she always sitting this close to me? "E-Emma, I don't think that w-would work." She began scooting away, towards the edge of the couch.

"That's the point, Gina. I can show you. I can help you, lose that control."

"H-How would you do-that?" Brown eyes now turned black with desire. Her chest moving with every deep breath. Would it really be so bad, if I just gave in? We've done this before. It'd just be a different way.

"If I had the chance? I could help you lose that control. You don't deserve to have that much power and responsibility." Emma moved in closer, now hovering above the older woman. "I could help you learn how to be at the bottom for once. Show you where you belong."

Fuck it. I need this. "Please. Show me." She breathed out in a soft whimper.

Their night, had just begun.

10:03 pm.

Regina sat nervously on the edge of her bed, dressed in only her matching purple lace bra and panties. Emma had demanded she be like that when the blonde finished locking up the house for the night so they could continue. There was no going back. Not that she wanted to anymore. Did she trust Emma? With her life. Did she want what Emma was proposing? Definitely. Could she handle what would happen after they crossed that line? They already had, but giving up control, she needed this.

"I know you have a gorgeous body, but I'd like to see it." Emma stood in the doorway, admiring the woman on the bed.

The brunette sat nervously, crossing her legs as if suddenly insecure.

"Let me rephrase that. I. Want. To. See. You. Regina." Emma took a step closer with each syllable, forcing the woman further on the bed.

Emma laid her full body weight on Regina, only a breath away from soft, full lips. "This is how this is going to work. Are you listening?"

Unable to form coherent words, staring into jade green eyes, Regina simply whimpered in agreement.

"Good." Emma began to take her shirt of and used it to blindfold the brunette. "Now, you are just going to listen and do as I say. Focus on the things you hear, the things you taste, the things you feel."

"I'll go easy first." Emma grabbed a small strawberry, from the bowl of fruits she had brought up with her, and ran it up from Regina's navel to her waiting lips. "Bite. What do you taste?"

"F-Fruit."

"Mhm. What kind of fruit?"

"A-A strawberry."

"Good girl."

Regina let out a soft moan, surprising the blonde. So she likes praise? "Did you like that?"

"Mhmm."

Emma lightly slapped the brunette's inner thigh, causing her to whimper and spread her legs wider as Emma continued to stroke the soft flesh. "Let's make something clear. You will call me ma'am. You will respond with 'yes ma'am' or 'no ma'am'. Understood?"

"Y-yes ma'am. P-please. Touch me."

"No." Emma chuckled, running her middle finger along the lace waistband of Regina's panties, pulling them down and off smooth legs. "Then you'd still be in control. This is about losing control, giving... everything to me." She punctuated the last words with a small rub to Regina's clit.

The brunette could only whine in response.

"You want to be a good girl right, Regina?"

"Mhmm."

Emma removed her knuckle and replaced it by shoving 2 fingers into Regina's wet heat. "Do I already have to remind you who I am?"

"N-No ma'am. Please, please."

"Please what?" Emma removed her fingers and examined the wetness they had gathered.

"Please, ma'am. I-I need-."

"Need what?" She began to rub Regina's clit very slowly.

"I-I need you to fuck me. P-please ma'am. Fuck me."

Emma took her fingers and put them in her mouth, enjoying the taste of Regina.

"Please. I-I need you to fuck me, ma'am. Use me! Please!"

That's a new one. "Good girl."

Emma lowered her head, level to neatly trimmed, damp curls. She swiped her tongue up Regina's slit, pausing at her throbbing clit to give it a quick suck before repeating.

Trying not to scream, Regina tangled her hands in blonde locks. Emma stopped her movements to slap the older woman's clit, hard and fast.

"No! You will keep your hands above your head. No touching or I stop. Understood?"

"Y-yes ma'am. Please. I-I'll be a good girl, I promise, please."

Emma plunged two fingers into Regina's wet heat, not allowing her time to adjust before she began thrusting.

Regina's mind was a mess, she wanted so badly to touch the blonde, but she also wanted to be a good girl for her. She wanted to hear that she was being a good girl. Of course the brunette had a bratty side but in that moment, she just wanted to cum already. She thought about being bratty, maybe Emma would punish her. Make her show Regina where she belongs.

A sharp bite to her throat pulled her out of her dirty fantasies. She felt a mix of pain and pleasure, from both the bite and the rough thrusts of her lovers fingers. She was close.

"Beg for it." Emma moaned in Regina's ear. "I am not gonna let you cum until you beg me for it."

"Nn-ugh please! Please, ma'am, I need to cum."

"I don't believe you."

"Please! I need it! I need you to make my cum. Please, make me yours!"

Emma rubbed the base of her palm to the brunette's clit, as she arched her back and her orgasm crashed through her.

"No, Regina, you already are mine."

A/N: Shall I continue?