Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads

~ Chasing Cars, by Snow Patrol

"I missed you."

Regina pulled Emma close, and softly touched her lips to Emma's brow. "I missed you too, dear."

"So tell me again how we're able to get away with this?" Emma asked softly as she lay in Regina's arms. It was a Friday afternoon, and what should have been a normal work day for both the Mayor and the Sheriff, but these secret rendezvous at the mayor's home had been occurring more and more often. Today they found themselves in Regina's bed, shoes and clothing carelessly discarded around the room, with the last of their clothing - Emma's boy shorts and Regina's lingerie – lost somewhere in the bedsheets. It had been over a week since their last meeting, so there had been little foreplay. They embraced quickly, pulling and pushing for control, stumbling into bed. Now after round one, they found themselves sweaty and satiated. They had a few more hours to themselves before returning to work, so for now, they enjoyed the light filtering through the bedroom windows, the quiet of the afternoon, and each other.

Emma draped herself over Regina, a lazy arm over her waist, and a leg thrown casually over her hip. The rest of her was molded tightly to the brunette's side. She always admired the difference in skin tone when they were this close – her own pale skin up against Regina's darker olive tones. After all these months, she'd begun to memorize her lover's freckles. There were a few she really liked – the small ones that reminded her of a constellation of stars on the inside of her right thigh, the small pair just to the left of her belly button, and the lighter one just on the underside of her left breast that she always kissed "hello." A cool sheet had been carelessly thrown over their bodies, but it wasn't covering much.

Regina was playing with Emma's long curls, twirling them between her fingers, letting them drop, and starting all over again. She sighed softly and dropped her hand to Emma's shoulder. She drew lazy circles on her skin as she spoke.

"It's like we're still in town. My car is still there. So is yours. When asked where we are or if they've seen us, people think we're around. I may have just stepped into a meeting, and someone saw you running to Granny's for lunch."

"So, it's like false memories?" She propped herself up on one elbow to meet Regina's eyes and let her free hand caress the tan skin down her shoulder, the center of her chest, her abdomen, and stopped somewhere near her exposed hip.

"Mm-hmm. Something like that." She squirmed a little under Emma's touch. It was ticklish until Emma added pressure, flattening her palm and warming the skin underneath her fingers.

"And when does it end?" Emma rolled completely onto her as she spoke, holding herself up by her elbows, nudging their hips together.

Regina hissed at the contact, but managed to respond.

"Whenever I want it to end."

Emma kept her movements subtle, her breathing quickening as Regina slide her legs further apart, bringing their centers closer. Emma nudged again, encouraged by the rhythm they started.

Emma lowered her head, kissed and nibbled wherever she could. Her breathing, like their rhythm, was getting slightly more erratic. She teased an earlobe as she whispered, her voice husky, "But you wouldn't want to end it now?"

"Not just yet." Regina softly moaned.

"Not just…yet?" Again, Emma picked herself up, needing to see Regina worked up. Of course, serious, no-nonsense Regina was always sexy, but this Regina – a little flustered, hair tossed around, swollen lips and dreamy eyes – and knowing that she was the cause of it, was powerfully erotic.

"No…"

"Good." Emma chuckled, smiling at her lover, sensing their increased arousal. She ended the teasing, and met Regina's impossibly dark eyes. Even with the light filtering into the bedroom, Regina's eyes looked almost black.

"I'm already close," she admitted, almost shyly. She continued to nudge closer, now encouraged by Regina's firm grip on her, forcing their hips closer.

"Me too," Regina responded, almost breathless. "Together?"

Emma groaned, but shook her head, long blonde curls swaying from side to side. "Nuh uh, you first."

"Emma…"

"You first, your majesty."

Emma wasn't being chivalrous. They'd been together long enough to know that watching each other come was as much a turn-on as anything else they did to each other.

She didn't wait for Regina to agree. She dropped her head and this time teased Regina's nipple with her tongue. She played with it, nipping at it with her teeth, adding steady pressure until she finally wrapped her lips around it and sucked. Her hips now thrust rhythmically, rubbing their clits together, urged on by Regina's hold on her ass, and her pleas to not stop and "there, there, right there." When Regina came, it was in a glorious outburst of moans, swear words, punctuated by a string of "Em-mas!" that Emma herself never got tired of hearing. Just as Regina's spasms began to subside, Emma pushed harder and let her own sensations slam into her. She shuddered, moaning and softly whispering her lover's name in relief and gratitude.

They stayed in this sweaty embrace, as their hearts slowed down and their breathing leveled off, until Regina felt Emma's body shift and begin to twitch above her. Emma was giggling. Her blonde, idiotic lover was giggling.

"What is so funny, Miss Swan? And get off me!" With some effort, she shoved Emma off her.

Emma rolled on her back, still chuckling. "I thought I just did get you off!"

Regina smirked, rolling her eyes and tugging on the sheets as she sat up. She propped herself up against the headboard. Emma sat up and joined Regina, her laughter subsiding, replaced with a few, deep sighs.

Regina couldn't help but giggle slightly. "Are you going to tell me what was so funny, or are you just going to keep it to yourself?"

Emma sighed, searching under the sheets for Regina's hand. She wove their fingers together, rubbing her thumb lazily across her hand as she spoke.

"It's silly." She paused. "Every time I think we're done, we start up again. It seems we're unstoppable, and you can't get enough of me."

"Then again, I could say the same about you."

Emma leaned in, nuzzling into that sweet space between the brunette's neck and shoulder. "The difference between you and me, your Majesty, is that I'm not afraid to admit it." She grinned smugly.

"Hmm, you're all right I suppose."

"Wow, way to boost my ego."

"Your ego's just fine, Miss Swan. It doesn't need any further boosting from me."

They both laughed, and stayed like this for a few minutes before Regina spoke up.

"Why were you asking me about the spell?"

"I was just wondering how it worked, and how easily you could end it." Emma didn't meet her eyes when she answered.

Regina lowered her gaze, trying to meet Emma's eyes, "Because you want to end this?"

"No, God no! I don't want to end this but..."

Regina asked hesitantly, "But?"

Emma squeezed their hands together, and finally met Regina's eyes. "But…I may be ready for a change."