Dominating Mayor Mills

Chapter 2

"Make your own dinner, Emma Swan, as I am neither your mother nor your maid."

Emma took a deep breath. Four days. It had been four days that Regina had been biting her head off, and Emma was about ready to snap. Ever since the night Emma had refused to touch Regina until they talked, the brunette had been treating her like shit, to put it bluntly. She barely acknowledged Emma's existence, had been sleeping in the spare room, and had even refused to even be in the same room as her. Henry was starting to notice, although both women worked hard to pretend that everything was normal when he was around. He wasn't stupid though, and this morning he had told Emma to fix the problem because he was tired of living in a war zone. He had gone to his grandparents' home for the weekend, leaving Emma to try and work things out with his other mother. However, Regina was being unbelievably hostile, and when Emma had asked her if she wanted to have dinner together, Regina had responded as though Emma was demanding she slave over the stove for her.

"I didn't ask you to make supper for me, Regina," Emma responded, forcing herself to remain calm. "I asked if you wanted to have dinner together."

"No."

Emma sighed, irritated. "We need to talk."

"We most certainly do not," Regina responded curtly, not looking up from her laptop screen. "I have work to do. You may go do whatever it is that you do."

When Regina waved her hand dismissively, Emma fumed. That was not acceptable. Regina may not be happy with her and that was fine, but Emma wasn't about to let her disrespect her, waving her off like she was a servant.

Emma took two long strides forward and pushed the lid of the laptop shut, Regina jumping back in surprise.

"Emma Swan!"

"Listen. I've given you space. I've given you time. I've even endured your awful, rude and frankly downright bitchy comments. But enough is enough. You're not happy with me and that's fine, but you need to communicate with me. I'm trying to be patient with you but you waving your hand off at me like I'm one of your damn maids is not okay. I've never disrespected you like that and I won't let you disrespect me like that either. I love you, Regina, and I want to talk about whatever it is that's bothering you. It's been four days. At some point, this has to stop."

"We've nothing to discuss, Emma,"
Regina snapped, jerking up the lid from her laptop and powering it back on. "Leave me alone."

"We have a lot to discuss!"

Regina ignored her, refusing to acknowledge her presence. Emma stood there, fuming. She could storm off like she wanted to. She could give into her anger and leave this house and let this argument continue for God knows how long. Had she been just a few years younger, she probably would have done just that. But Emma was getting too old for games and she cared more about their relationship than she did about her pride, so she swallowed her hurt, her frustration, and her anger, and she moved around Regina's desk until she was standing next to her. Then, Emma knelt down so that she was looking up at Regina, a position which would be less threatening to her lover. She gently rested her hand on the arm of Regina's office chair, a move that would bring her closer to the brunette without actually producing any unwanted contact.

"I'm sorry for yelling," Emma said gently, her tone low and even. "But I'm hurt, and I'm frustrated. I really am trying to be patient with you, Regina. I want to know what's bothering you. I've been trying to pull information from you all week, but you've been ignoring me or just outright hurting me and my feelings on purpose. I haven't done anything shitty back because I don't want this to turn toxic, but this has to stop."

"I did upset you on Monday night, and I think I might have hurt you too, but that wasn't my intention. I meant what I said about wanting to explore those things with you, but we can't until we have a talk. I need to know what you want from me. I need to know what you want from those... from any scenes we might have together. I have to know your limits and your desires. I can't just blindly head into it because that could end up hurting you and I will never take that risk, Regina. Never. I'd rather say no to you a hundred times and have you hate me and treat me like shit than to ever hurt you or make you feel scared or unsafe. And if we don't have that talk, that's exactly what would happen. I'd hurt you without meaning to and I won't do that. So please, can we just... Can we just talk?" Emma waited. But she when she received no response, she sighed, getting up from her kneeling position.