mydearmaleficent:

reginamills-yourqueen:

mydearmaleficent:

She batted her eyes in a fake-coquettish manner, pressing a kiss to Regina’s cheek as she stood straight again, the bottle of whiskey in her hand. “Oh, I think we will. After all, I’d love to tell everyone about how I made the great Evil Queen and Mayor of Storybrooke blush. It would make for quite the amusing story, wouldn’t it? In fact, I know quite a few people who would be very interested in it, dear Regina.”

Regina fought the urge to blush once more as Maleficent’s lips grazed her cheek. “Don’t! You don’t have any proof. I had texts when I broadcasted your confession. But, I’m sure you’ll want to try something different. So, good luck. I know some very good lawyers,” she ranted, still frazzled as she put her sweaty palms up to her face to hide her cheeks. 

The sound that came from her mouth was not a laugh but a giggle as she sat on the arm of the sofa, crossing her legs as the rarer, more playful side of the blonde woman showed. “You can’t use ‘lawyers’ against me, dear. I have done absolutely nothing wrong. And you cannot prove I’ve done nothing wrong, either. Even if you could, who would they side with? The Evil Queen, or me, someone most of them barely know? There is such a thing as corruptible.” She leaned forward, “You’re losing your touch. And you’re still blushing. You’re cute, Regina,” she cooed.

Regina scowled and crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowing at Maleficent. She was really regretting that she had stolen  some of Philip’s bourbon out of spite. It always went right to her head. “Maleficent. Watch yourself,” she hissed, gritting her teeth as Maleficent giggled. However, as as Maleficent continued, Regina’s scowl softened and she let out a booming snicker. “Don’t drink Philip’s bourbon,” she snorted, shaking her head at Maleficent.