Regina Mills left her office at 7pm. She wrapped a light black jacket over the ivory Armani wraparound blouse she had recently acquired as a gift, and strode purposefully away from City Hall. She still had business to attend to, and wanted it all out of the way so that she might actually take an evening off.
Regina held the contract for the town Sheriff's increase in wages and work hours. Changing Emma Swan's schedule meant ensuring that Emma would be by Regina's side for part of the week. This way, Regina would be able to keep an eye on the other woman, while actually pretending to be giving her a slight promotion.
Sheriff Swan would be signing this contract by whatever means of persuasion necessary.
An hour later, Regina dialed Emma's cell, utterly frustrated.
"Where are you?" Regina fumed on Emma's answering service. She had already been to that hovel of an apartment, and she had even checked in with Henry who was currently being tutored and fed dinner by Snow White. As for Snow helping Regina-not so much. Snow was still entirely too grumpy with Regina to actually answer her questions about Emma's whereabouts. It had been two years since the end of the 'Curse' and Snow White still called Regina Mills 'that psycho in heels'.
Regina stood outside the grocery store. She had a bottle of wine under one arm (a good one—expensive and French) and a take-out container of her favorite dips and cheeses and olives and…
She felt really, really lonely all of a sudden. Regina could not even fight the surge of happiness that accompanied the burst of song from her phone's ringtone.
"Regina, you called?" Emma's voice was oddly formal and far away sounding. Regina wondered if she might fire a few inappropriate questions Emma's way—about what she might be doing and whom she might be doing whatever it was she was doing with. It would show Emma, once again, who ran this town. Regina saved it for later.
"I have paperwork for you to sign." Regina said the words as bossily as she could. She put on her best 'bitches get shit done' face and added, "I insist, Sheriff Swan, that you meet me as soon as…"
"Yeah, yeah, all right," Emma sighed on the other end. "I'm at that hotel, you know, the one near the diner near the weird-ass magical tree closet thingy that I was found in as a baby. Remember all that? When you ordered me killed? I was, oh, I don't know, twenty minutes old…you were what? Twenty years old?...Or were you older? Because, you know, Regina, it matters the whole age diff…"
Regina hung up and unlocked her car door before Emma could continue. Really. The woman never did let things go it sometimes seemed.
Regina had no trouble convincing the desk clerk at the hotel to give over Emma's room number. She wondered if perhaps Emma had warned him.
"Mayor Mills, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Emma smirked as she opened her door and let Regina into the room. She wore nothing but underwear and a tank top which seemed to be an odd little habit of hers. "For little ol' me?" Emma quipped, taking the bottle of wine handed to her as well as the food.
"No, for me. You made me wait long enough and I got hungry." Regina spoke in a low, dangerous tone. She could do that; could change her voice to evoke certain responses from Emma, from anybody in fact.
"Oh, well then." Emma closed and locked her door and made her way to the small table that held wine glasses and a corkscrew. She watched from the corner of her eye as Regina sat on the edge of the bed. "You know…" Emma spoke quietly, suddenly afraid of scaring the Mayor off.
"Hmmmm?" Regina looked up and took the glass of wine offered to her.
Emma sipped her own wine and smirked. "You don't have to make excuses to see me, Mayor Mills."
"I assure you, Sheriff Swan, this is purely a work related matter." Regina moved to her feet again and walked to where Emma stood. Regina allowed herself a moment in Emma's space—too close for polite company—and smirked as Emma reacted. It was definitely the perfume. Regina stepped back again and watched as Emma attempted to compose herself. Silly little Sheriff. Regina rolled another drink of wine around on her tongue.
"Work?" Emma cleared her throat when the word came out with a squeak. Then her eyes widened. "Work?" She spoke much, much more firmly. She even looked a bit angry. "Are you changing my schedule yet again? Because you have no right, you know. Division of power, remember? You don't own me." She growled and stepped into Regina's space this time. "And if you want something from me, you'll have to make me give it to you."
Regina glanced up and down Emma's form, seemingly unmoved by her little rant. Regina suddenly wondered what she might do to persuade the Sheriff. Shout? Threaten? No. Regina's mouth watered at one idea and she decided on it. She would blatantly use this situation to her own benefit. She would make a play at looking vulnerable—desperate, even—and gain whatever she wanted. Regina batted her eyes at Emma and feigned sadness. It worked.
"I just wanted to offer you something. Something more. A raise, certainly, but also more focus, more time to ambitiously craft this town's future with me." Regina reached out, traced one finger along Emma's hip bone.
Emma shook her head. "Uhhhh…wait, what…"
Regina slid to her knees, quickly and somehow with her dignity intact, right at Emma's feet. "How must I persuade you, Sheriff Swan? What would you have me do?" Regina hooked the finger that had made a trail along Emma's thigh, just to the side of her panties. She pulled them aside and leaned forward. "What would you have me do?" Regina murmured. "What would you make me do, to convince you?" She chuckled at the long groan that escaped Emma's throat. Then, Regina took Emma's clit into her mouth and sucked gently.
Twenty minutes later, when Emma came in Regina's mouth, she seemed willing to cave on just about any issue. Emma had already promised Regina 'anything she wanted' and had even called her 'your fucking majesty' once or twice. "I can't stand up…" Emma gasped, still rotating her hips against Regina's face. "Still coming…omigod…ok…ok…stop…you can stop…"
Regina allowed Emma escape then, regretfully pulling away with one last swipe of her tongue over Emma's clit.
"Regina…" Emma gasped, breathing hard and adjusting her underwear back again. "Where did that come from?" She fell onto the bed, on her back.
Regina grabbed for her glass of wine and stretched out next to Emma, propping her head up with one hand. She didn't bother answering the question but just looked curiously at Emma as the shaking woman struggled to control her breathing.
"Regina…" Emma tried again, staring at the ceiling. "You know…"
"Yes?" Regina asked when Emma grew silent again.
"You know…" Emma suddenly laughed.
"I know…what?" Regina scowled.
"I did remember," Emma said, still laughing, "to bring wine and food myself." Emma finished, gesturing to the other end of the room, where lit candles, a tray of bite-sized appetizers (Regina liked to be fed when she was in one of her moods) and a bottle of champagne on ice, all lay out in one big spread.
Regina batted her eyes and sipped her wine demurely. "I wasn't certain that you would choose well enough."
Emma laughed harder. She rolled over, took away Regina's glass of wine, ignoring the half-hearted protest, and pulled Regina into her arms.
"I missed you this week." Emma said, kissing Regina—finally—for the first time in days.
Regina just kissed her back, allowing Emma to hover over her and press her to the bed.
"Well?" Emma asked, pulling back.
"I missed you as well." Regina smiled sweetly and pressed her lips to Emma's again. She watched as Emma rolled off and onto her side.
"Careful," Emma joked as she watched Regina undress. "I spent most of my pay on those clothes."
Regina sighed happily as she slid first her skirt and then hose off. "Must you remind me? I am arranging for your pay to be raised."
Emma laughed again, which made Regina feel oddly, incredibly happy. "I don't think that it's entirely ethical, Regina, to give me a raise so that I can get you more clothes."
"Nevermind," Regina scoffed. "You'll have to work for it. No one will worry about it." Regina reached over and hooked her fingers in Emma's panties again, this time tugging them down long, well-muscled legs. Emma's top followed and Regina rolled onto her this time. She had been thinking about taking control all day—having her way with Emma while she pressed her to the bed and perhaps tied her hands to the headboard. Regina glanced up as Emma's lips latched onto her neck. Perfect. A headboard with gaps between the top and bottom and just enough room for a belt or perhaps a scarf. Or cuffs. Definitely handcuffs.
Much later, Regina slumped atop Emma and reached to undo the handcuffs they had used. Emma's arms lowered to wrap around Regina and pull her closer. Regina's thighs shook from keeping herself hovering over Emma's mouth, teasing Emma before giving herself over. There would be payback, most definitely. Regina was looking forward to it. Already, she planned on propping herself on all fours while Emma pretended to take control. Regina hummed contentedly.
"You can trust me you know. You don't have to keep tabs on me," Emma spoke in soothing tones, tracing her fingertips over Regina's arm.
"I know that." Regina leaned up and scowled at Emma's blinking, oh-so-innocent eyes. "I just want more time with you."
"Oh. Well." Emma couldn't fight a grin. "That's nice. Maybe we should move in together…"
Regina froze. "It has been two years." She muttered.
"It has." Emma nodded, suddenly serious. "Speaking of which…" she reached over to the nightstand where a small box lay waiting. Regina's eyes got really, really big.
Emma planted a kiss on Regina's forehead and added, "Happy anniversary baby."