Author's Note: I do not own Once Upon A Time or its characters. Just a fan

Emma sat in front of Regina's desk reviewing the annual sheriff's report as they discussed funding for the department for the following year.

"We could use a number two cruiser," Emma said balancing the report on her lap as she reached up and rubbed her neck a little.

"It's not due for replacement until next year."

"I know, but it hasn't been the same since that idiot in the garbage truck ran into it."

Regina smiled slightly as she remembered the early morning phone call from Emma about the accident. She had gotten out to the scene to see the front end of the cruiser dented in – but that was nothing to the piles of garbage that were covering it.

"I suppose we could look at replacing it, but not until the second half of the year."

"Deal," Emma said happy for the win. They continued the conversation for the next 30 minutes. Every once in a while Emma would rub her neck or just move it a bit to stretch it out.

"Maybe you should see a chiropractor," Regina commented finally.

"It's just stiff," Emma said. "I think I slept on it wrong the other night."

"How long has it been like that?"

"Only a few days."

Regina got up and moved around her. "Eyes front Miss Swan," Regina said as Emma tried to turn around to see what she was doing. Regina brushed her hair out of the way to expose her neck. As her fingers touched her, Emma was startled slightly. Regina's finger tips moved started at the base and moved all the way up before settling back down at the midway point. Once there she began rubbing it.

"Your muscle is extremely tight right here," she remarked.

"Um … yeah," she said hardly believing that Regina was actually massaging her neck, and after the initial pain of pressure being applied it was starting to feel really great. Regina massaged the whole side of the neck down to where it met her back.

"It's loosening up," she said. "But you might want to put an ice pack on it for 10 minutes tonight followed by a heating pad for 10 minutes. It might help some. The day spa on Chestnut Street also does massages. I'm sure if you called them they could squeeze the sheriff in tomorrow or the next day. Because you're holding your shoulders stiff as well."

"Yeah," Emma said. "Of you know you could keep going. I mean what you were doing was helping and I um .. yeah."

"Are you asking me to give you a massage?"

"Yes."

"Ok, but we should go upstairs so you can lie down while I do it."

"Oh, ok, upstairs," Emma said getting up and trying to keep the huge smile off of her face. Regina Mills was going to give her a massage, while lying down presumably on a bed. This was definitely a fantasy she was going to add to her ever growing collection of mind porn featuring the sexy mayor.