"God damnit!!" Regina screamed, "She makes me so fucking mad!!"
Emma gazed at the woman beside her in the car, "Though I do understand your frustration Regina, I don't think the word mad quite cuts it."

Regina let out her breath hard, "Yea.. I know.. I know... it's just, it's just so hard sometimes, you know?"
"Maybe.." Emma replied, "But honestly, it doesn't have to be."
A moment of silence passed between them. Regina replied, "You think so, do you? Tell me, Swan; what makes it so easy for you?"
"Pride." Emma answered automatically. "Pride is what keeps me moving forward, gives me courage."
She lowered the volume of the radio as she continued, "Regina, I am proud of who I am, what I do, and where I go."
"Ok, sure" the brunette answered back as they pulled into the cobblestone driveway of her home. "But how does Pride makes any of this easier??"
"Because if you are proud of yourself, I mean really proud of who you are, inside, then nothing else matters anymore."
Still confused, Regina unlocked the front door of the mansion allowing both women to step into the foyer.
Kicking off her shiny black heels, Regina tossed her keys into the dish her father gave her and flopped down onto the loveseat by the fireplace. As Emma followed her into the den, she called out to her, "Oh, hey Em? I've only got one wine glass in here. If you'd like to have a drink you'll have to take one from the kitchen, ok?"
Slowly, Emma made her way into the den, "Oh!" Regina replied, gesturing to her empty hands, "No wine for you then Swan?"
"Oh Uh..." Emma thought before she spoke, "No. no wine for me tonight, thank you."
"Ok then, Ms Swan, suit yourself." She replied, taking a mouthful of the sweet, red wine from her glass.

Emma watched Regina's candy apple, red lips part, pressing against the rim of the crystal glass, allowing the red liquid to drain from its grasp. Memories of those same delicious lips pressing against Emma's skin consuming her, was all she could think of now.
"Ms Swan," Regina beckoned, snapping her back into reality, "don't just stand there. Please, come sit with me."
Shaking the thoughts from her head, Emma quickly stepped into the den and took a seat opposite Regina.
"So," Regina started once Emma was settled, "you were saying something about pride?"
"Oh yea, so I was.." Emma replied, "Regina, I havnt really said this in a very long time, but, you must know that it still holds truth. I am proud of my love for you. I am proud that we once had something... together."
Regina swallowed hard as Emma continued to explain, "The happiest moments of my life.. they were always spent with you. And that feeling was so very strong, that I didn't give a fuck about what anyone else thought of it. In my mind, If they were unwilling to share in my happiness for the love I had found, than they weren't important enough to be a part of my life at all."
Regina moved her gaze away from Emma, breaking eye contact with her.
"Look Regina, I know we're not the same person. In fact, we're really quite different when you think about it. I also know we come from different family backgrounds and were raised differently. However, if you would just let go, take pride in who you are and allow yourself to truly live your life as you are... Well, I just know you'll finally be happy."
Regina furrowed her brow at Emma's words, trying her best to hide her emotion. When she finally stole her gaze back at Emma she said, "We were kids back then.. We didn't know any better."
Emma felt her skin go hot, suddenly becoming angry with Regina's response. Emma stood up from the sofa, "I knew better, Regina. I knew exactly what I was doing with you, there's no mistake there!"

"You can try to spin it however you want, I can't stop you. However, I can absolutely assure you, that the feeling you get when you continuously deny who you are, is no where as comforting or exhilarating as the feeling you get when you finally accept who you are, setting yourself free!" 
Regina stood. With a raised voice, she angrily spoke through clenched teeth, "I know exactly who I am, Emma!"

"You've never had your mother comparing you to her, always reminding me that I wasn't perfect, but I needed to keep trying to be, because anything less was not acceptable!!"
Without giving Emma a chance to react, Regina continued, "Yes, I know, you were adopted.. but that doesn't change the fact that no matter what you did, said, or thought... no matter any flaw big or small, you would always be perfect in the eyes of Mary Margaret and David."
Emma knew this to be true. Having survived foster home after foster home the first few years of her life, she was fortunate enough to have been raised by such loving people as Mary Margerat and David Nolan were.
Her eyes welling up with tears, Emma replied, "I think.. I think we need to figure out how to go on from here, Regina."
"Wait, what?! What are you talking about?!"
Emma took the wine glass from Regina setting it down, then taking het hand and held it to her chest, "My heart hurts, Regina.. it hurts every time we see eachother, every time we talk or share the same air.. It wants to burst through my chest whenever you're near, but feels like it's being crushed with the weight of the world at the same time."
"I.. I don't understand, what do you mean Emma?"
Pulling Regina into her embrace, Emma grabbed the back of Regina's head, intertwining dark waves of curls through her fingers, and pressed her mouth to Regina's. Feverishly, she tasted her mouth, exploring the moist space between her red lips. After parting, they remained close, their foreheads pressed against eachother.

"Regina.. I don't know how to stop loving you.. no matter how hard I try."
Emma took in Regina's expression; she was hungry, she wanted more, but Emma wondered, should she give it to her?

When will it be enough??

Regina took Emma's hands, kissing her fingertips, then pressing them hard against her chest, "I know that pain, Emma. I feel it too, I always have."
A few seconds of silence passed between them before Regina added, "The last thing I'd ever want to do is hurt you.. so, if this is all too much for you.. I'd understand. I know you've already given me more than I deserve, but please.. just give me time... I really am trying."
Emma couldn't peel herself away from her, especially not now. After all, Regina really was trying, wasn't she?? Perhaps she could spare a bit more time for her, for Regina.
"Ok," Emma answered, "I think I can do that. I can see that you are trying Regina. The least I can do, is try too."
"Thank you Emma.." Regina replied. She bent down grasping the wine glass from the coffee table, "Let me just run this to the kitchen and make us some coffee. We can start figuring out our next move to find my son."
"Oh uh, yea sure." Emma replied running her fingers through her blonde hair, "No problem."
Leaving Emma alone in the den, Regina retreated to her kitchen to begin making coffee. Only seconds after she'd begun, Emma rushed into the room, taking Regina by the waist and briskly whirling her around to face her.
"Emma! What is it? Has something happened??"
"The coffee can wait," Emma explained,  "but this can't."
Emma moved closer to her, pressing the small of Regina's back against the counter top. She brought her face close to her, taking in the fragrance of her perfume, feeling her body heat radiate from her. Regina's heart began to race as Emma moved her hand to Regina's thighs. Gently, she separated one from the other, moving slowly up her dress.

Feeling Emma's fingertips gently graze the silky fabric of her lingerie, Regina could feel herself begin to moisten. Emma playfully teased her; going in for a kiss, then pulling her mouth away from Regina's lips, making her want it even more.
"I want you.." Regina begged.
Emma smiled, "Do you...?"
"Yes.. yes, I do.."
Emma paused for a moment, "...I have an idea."
"Oh?"
"How about a little 'role play' ?" Emma answered, "I promise, it'll be worth it."
"Lead the way," Regina agreed, "Detective."
A smile crept to the corners of Emma's mouth, "Of course, Ms Mills, you'll understand that I'll need to frisk you.. make sure you're in no danger to yourself or others.."
"Only if you promise to be rough, Detective." Regina answered.
Emma whirled the brunette around again, twisting her arm behind her back. "Tell me if I'm hurting you, ma'am." Emma whispered in her ear as she continued to apply pressure. Suddenly, Regina gasped "Detective.."
"Yes? Speak up"
"It hurts a bit.."
"I see," Emma replied huskily, applying more pressure to Regina's arm, still twisted behind her back. Regina screamed out, but with her arm and shoulder in pain she made no effort to make Emma stop.
She enjoyed it.
Emma moved her knee between the back of Regina's thighs, still pressed against the kitchen counter, and forced them apart.
"Now, Regina" Emma began, "I'm going to begin my frisk. You are not allowed to move, do you understand?"
Regina squeaked out a muffled "yes".

Still holding Regina's arm behind her back, Emma moved her other hand up to the inside of her thighs, roughly rubbing and squeezing them. As she moved closer to the silk between Regina's legs, Emma's thumb grazed her clitoris, causing Regina to jump slightly.
Using her body to press Regina hard against the counter she asked, "Didn't I tell you not to move, Ms Mills??"
Regina quickly nodded her head.
"And what did you do?"
"I.. I moved."
"Yes, you did."
Emma reached into her jacket and pulled out a set of handcuffs, "Ms Mills, I'm placing you under arrest for resisting an officer."
A wickedly sexy smile formed on Regina's face, "Excellent." She replied slyly.
After Emma cuffed her, she turned Regina to face her and asked, "Are you enjoying yourself?"
Feeling the silk between her thighs become increasingly wetter, Regina replied, "Oh, more than you know..
"Good," Emma answered, "Because this is only the beginning."
Regina raised an eyebrow, "Do tell, Ms Swan.."
"Well, you've just been arrested" Emma explained, "So now I have to bring you to the station for processing, of course."

*********

After they arrived at Hook and Swan's Investigations building, Emma uncuffed her, and instructed Regina to wait in the back room for her as she made sure the doors where locked and the shades were closed.
Several minutes later, Emma walked into the back room to find Regina sitting cross legged atop one of the desks.
"So, I thought you weren't on the force anymore?" Regina exclaimed.
"I'm not."
"Sure, then what are these bars for?" Regina asked, gesturing behind where she sat.

"That," Emma explained, "Is a holding cell."
"Oh?"
"Suspected criminals can lawfully be held for 24 hours. Giving time for the state police to arrive."
Emma went on, "Within that time frame, police holding jurisdiction in the town or city where the suspect broke the law, may come to collect their criminals to process at their own stations."
"Ah, I see.."

"Now, tell me detective, how will I be.... processed.."
"Oh.. thoroughly.." Emma replied, "very."
Emma approached her, "Get your ass of my desk, Ms Mills, and sit in the chair so I can enter you.. into the system."
Regina smiled, "Yes ma'am."
Regina did as she was told, as Emma knelt down in front of her.
"It's time you paid for your crimes, Regina."
"But detective, I didn't mean to hurt anyone, honest!" Regina willingly played along, "and I am so, so sorry! I hope the courts will have mercy on me!"
"Mmm.." Emma playfully smiled, "No mercy for the wicked, I'm afraid."

Emma placed both hands on Regina's knees and spread them apart, a slight smile on her lips. Using her thumb, Emma massaged Regina's wet clit over her lingerie, working her into a frenzy.
She squirmed in her chair as Emma slipped her hand inside the lacy silk, touching her skin. Sliding her thumb up and down her clit, gradually sliding it further between her swollen lips. Regina began to moan softly with every stroke.
The blonde removed Regina's moist panties, and hiked up her dress for better access to her sweet spot.
Spreading Regina's knees further still, Emma dipped her face between her thighs, kissing her softly along her toned flesh, hungrily making her way up to her target.

Regina, now on the edge of exploding, threw her head back moaning louder and louder still.
"You always taste so damn sweet.." Emma exclaimed softly.
After gently licking the inside of her thighs, she took Regina's clit into her mouth and softly suckled at it, flicking the tip of her tongue around it, teasing her until finally pressing the whole of her tongue against it, thoroughly lapping at it.
Regina moved her hips in time to Emma. Grasping a fist full of blonde hair, she pushed Emma's face further into herself.
Emma slid her tongue deep into the brunette, quickly pressing it in and out of her repeatedly. She began to feel Regina swell against her face as she continued tongue fucking her.
"Oh god... Emma!!! Don't you dare stop!!"
Regina's heart raced as she worked up a sweat in the heat of it all, until finally she was able to feel release.
Regina's clit throbbed between Emma's lips, her sweetness coming into Emma's mouth, dripping to her lips and down her chin. Emma's heart raced, as she began to swell between her own thighs.
Pulling away from her, Emma commanded, "On your feet, Ms Mills. Now!!"
Regina stood as told, and Emma moved her toward the holding cell.
Once they were both in the cell, Emma closed and locked it shut.
"Jesus Christ, Emma.. you're so fucking hot right now."
With a crooked smile, Emma replied "Quiet inmate. You will only speak when spoken to."
Removing her red jacket and throwing onto the floor of the cell, She quickly spun Regina around, cuffing her wrist to the cell bars.
Roughly, Emma hiked up Regina's dress again, spreading her legs wide. With ease, she slid two middle fingers deep into her, pressing Regina's body hard against the bars.
Regina cried out in pain, but the pain only brought her joy, and pleasure.
With her face against the cell bars, and the cold steel of the cuffs digging into her wrists, she screamed out for more with every one of Emma's thrusts.

For someone of Regina's personality, she was always in control of most aspects of her life. She made sure it was that way. She felt important that way.
But when she was with Emma... nothing made her feel more free than being with her. Allowing Emma to control her, to own her. That was the only time she allowed herself to let go.

Emma was right.

There was no better feeling.