Storybrooke Scandal - A SwanQueen story

Statement

~*~ Regina's pov ~*~

I rarely lose my cool, but when I do, people will pay for what they have done. I went straight to the editing office of the Mirror. I slammed open the door and made a straight line for Sidney's office.
"So, tell me exactly when we have refused to give a statement, because from what I recall, you never asked us a thing Sidney, or am I wrong?"
"Your Majesty!" Sidney jumped a little in his chair as he saw me. I smirked as I knew he was still afraid of me. Good.
"Yes that is my title, now answer my question. I don't like to be kept waiting." I put my hands on my hips and made myself look bigger and more intimidating that way.
"I just... We tried calling, but the phone lines were dead." He said and looked nervous.

"You know where I am. You can find my house even with your eyes closed by now." I said and moved closer to his desk, leaning on it. "Am I wrong?"
"N- no your Majesty!" He shrunk in his chair.
"Then why didn't you come ask?" I asked, my voice dropping to the pitch I used as the Evil Queen.
"Because I would like to live past the age of 80 at least." He said and swallowed. I laughed at his statement and instantly became serious again.
"Don't give me any ideas. Now heed my words as this is what you will write next, or 80 will be the least of your worries." I said and made the man write down my statement.

~*~

When I came back home, Henry was still there. He and Emma were cooking dinner as they were waiting for me.
"Hey Regina, you're back." The blonde smiled and Henry waved from the table he was sitting at. He was fiddling around on his phone, probably texting his girlfriend.
"Yes, I just returned. I'm sure tomorrow's newspaper will be much more interesting than today's." I smirked and sat down at the table.
"Why's that?" Henry asked and I chuckled.

"My guess is that she had a word with Sidney." Emma said and stirred in one of the pots.
"Quite right you are." I said and looked at Henry. "This is my town... Sidney just has to obey me like everyone else."
"I'm sure there are people that think differently about that Regina."
"Well, if they don't like it, they can leave." I said and crossed my arms. Emma turned off the stove and carried the pot to the table.

"It's probably not going to be as good as your cooking, but I tried." The blonde said and I leaned in to look at what was in the pot.
"Excuse me, but what is that?" I asked warily.
"It's pasta sauce..." She said like it was the most natural thing ever.
"It's green." Henry said and I slowly covered my face with my hands, not wanting to offend the woman by laughing at her failure. I peeked at Henry between my fingers and he nodded, immediately making a call.

"Hello, yes, I'd like to order 2 pizzas, one meatlovers and one with plenty of vegetables."
"Hey!" Emma pouted and looked at me. I shook my head.
"I didn't say a thing! He did this on his own." I lied and giggled softly.
"You're such a shitty liar." Emma chuckled and grabbed the pot. "I get the entire meatlovers pizza." She said and I snorted as she dumped the contents of the pot into the bin.
"No you're not, you're sharing it and you're eating some vegetables."

~*~

It was late in the evening. Henry had gone back to the Charmings' apartment around 8, leaving Emma and myself. We were watching some TV show that Emma had found on Netflix. I wasn't particularly interested in it, but I suppose it did well to pass the time. The blonde turned to look at me and took my hand to get my attention.
"Shall I make us some tea?" She asked and I chuckled.
"How about we skip the tea and go straight to the wine?" I suggested and she smirked.
"Very well." She wanted to get up, but I stopped her.
"I'll go get it." I said and leaned in a little as I spoke to her. "You're more into the series than I am anyway." I moved past her and went to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. I came back after a while and sat down next to her, pouring us both a glass.
"We could watch something else if you don't care for this series." Emma said and I shook my head.
"It's fine. I have never really appreciated the image box." I smirked as that was what Hook used to call it.
"Right. Too modern for your Majesty." Emma smirked back and shook her head.
"I just appreciate a good book, something you could learn a thing or two about, Miss Swan." I said and the woman groaned.
"Back to the Miss Swan, and we were doing so well!" She said and I handed her her glass.
"Shut it and drink, Emma."
"Are you trying to get me drunk? Because if you want to get me in bed, all you need to do is ask." She said and sipped her wine. I sipped mine as well and looked at her over the rim of my glass.
"That wasn't my intention Emma..." I said and put my glass aside before moving to sit closer to her. She sat her own glass down on the table as well and reached out, pulling me closer by my wrist.

"Did you have to wear that to intimidate Sidney? Because I think he would be afraid of you in a tutu and pigtails." She said and looked at my attire.
"Well, who dares oppose me while looking like this?" I asked and cocked an eyebrow. The woman made me sit in her lap and I chuckled. "What are you trying to do Emma?" I asked and she slid her hand over my back gently, the fabric of my blouse still still separating us. I shivered at the gentle touch and looked into her eyes. "Emma."
"Shh." She put a finger to my lips before claiming them with her own. "Less talking, more kissing." She told me off. I turned in her lap, facing her properly and straddling her hips, which was difficult in the tight skirt. It slowly rode it's way up to my hips as I pressed my body closer to the blonde's. "That's more like it." Emma purred and grabbed my ass.