It was a cold Friday morning in Storybrooke and Regina Mills was sat at her desk, glasses perched on her nose and a mountain of paperwork in front of her. But she couldn't concentrate. She hadn't been getting much sleep lately. Henry had been ill all week and she hadn't had time for much work. To make matters worse, the sheriff had had a slow week and hadn't stopped texting her. All week, she had received about 50 texts a day with stupid pictures, knock-knock jokes and links to various websites, that Regina had to check out. Regina knew the sheriff was doing it to annoy her, but she found some of the texts were actually quite amusing. But she was never going to admit that to the blonde. No way.
Across town, Emma had just woken up. She looked at the clock on her bedside table. It was 10 am and she had the day off work. Now that she was awake, all she could think about was coffee. She hoped Mary-Margaret had made some before she left for work. She grabbed her phone from her bedside table and stumbled towards the stairs. She poured herself a big mug of coffee and sat on the couch. She turned on the TV, but there was nothing worth watching, so she turned it off. Her phone buzzed. 1 new message: Madame Mayor.
Regina: You've chosen not to disturb me at work today, I see?
Emma: Aw, have you missed me? ;)
Regina: No, of course not, Miss Swan. I'm merely pointing out that you haven't been a complete pain in the ass this morning like you usually are.
Emma: Thanks, how sweet...
Regina: So, no pictures of the helicopter cat? How will I survive the rest of the day?!
Emma: Helicopter cat is hilarious! You loved it didn't you? Just admit it! ;)
Regina: I wouldn't go that far, but it was slightly amusing, yes..
Emma: How far would you go? ;)
Emma: I can't believe I actually sent that. Ignore me, I'm tired..
Regina looked at the text from Emma. She was shocked. Was Emma Swan flirting with her? Well, two could play at this game...
Regina: Further than you think.. ;)
Emma: Oh, really? And how far would that be? ;)
Regina: Well, let's just say, I'd choose sex with you over Dr. Hopper... ;)
Emma: Wow, thanks..
Regina: What? Archie's hot! :)
Emma: Yeah, if you're into the nerdy-ginger-shrink thing he's got going on?
Regina: Oh, so that isn't what you're into? I detected a hint of sarcasm..
Emma: Is that your way of asking what I'm into, Madame Mayor? ;)
Regina: Miss Swan, I have work to do.
Emma: So that's why you've been texting me for the past half hour? ;)
Emma: If you want to know what I'm into, all you have to do is ask, you know..
Regina: If you feel the need to share your sexual fantasies with me, please get it over with. I'm extremely busy, Sheriff Swan.
Emma: So you do want to know? ;)
Regina chose not to reply to the last text. She was surprised at the arousal she felt after reading Emma's texts and how eager she actually was to hear all about her sexual desires and fantasies. That evening it was all she could think about and that night she went to bed hot and bothered and in need of an orgasm or ten.
Regina tossed and turned for a long time, before falling into a restless sleep.
Regina was stood facing the window behind her desk. She was on the phone, talking to a boring old council member, so she didn't hear the door open behind her. Arms snaked around her waist suddenly and she gasped. She recognized the smell of the sheriff: fabric softener (probably Mary-Margaret's doing) and leather. She felt her hot breath on her neck as Emma moved closer. She felt a hand run up her thigh and under her tight pencil skirt. She shuddered as she felt another hand travel up her torso under her silk shirt.
"You're on the phone, Madame Mayor, remember?" Emma said cheekily.
Regina realised she had stopped talking to try and catch her breath. Emma's hands just felt so good.
"Screw him," Regina said and ended the call. She moaned. Emma's hand was moving further up her thigh and she felt a hand cover her left breast. She arched into the touch.
"Someone's eager." Emma said.
"Miss Swan, what are you doing?"
"Isn't it obvious? I was going to tell you about my fantasies, what makes me wet, but then I thought about it and I realised that the thought of taking you by surprise at work, taking your clothes off and fucking you on your desk with a strap-on really turned me on. Oh and just so you know, I haven't locked the door. Anyone could walk in. And do you know what they'd see? They'd see me with my cock buried inside you, Madame Mayor."
Regina moaned and her legs buckled, but Emma caught her with an arm wrapped around her waist.
"Please, get a move on Miss Swan.," Regina said, her voice pure sex. "I'm so fucking wet for you."
Emma's fingers finally reached Regina's sex and they both groaned in unison.
Regina woke, panting, her left hand on her breast, her right hand between her legs. She was dripping with arousal. She moved her hand slightly and the small movement made her whimper. She circled her clit slowly with two fingers, imagining they were Emma's fingers. Emma's words from her dream kept repeating themselves in her head. She slipped two fingers inside herself and started pumping them in and out. Her back arched off the bed and she pinched her left nipple.
"Oh Jesus, Emma, fuck me!"
Regina pumped her fingers deeper, harder, faster. She was close. She could feel it in the tips of her toes, as the first wave of her orgasm travelled all the way to her fingertips and exploded inside of her.
Suddenly, her phone rang. She looked at the clock on her bedside table. 3:17 am. She picked up her phone and she tried to control her breathing when she saw the sheriff's name flashing on the screen.
"Miss Swan, do you know what time it is?" Regina said, trying to sound angry about being woken up.
"Regina, hi! Why are you breathing like that? You sound like someone who's just had the best orgasm of her entire life!" Emma laughed.
"Miss Swan, are you drunk? This is highly inappropriate!"
"Not as inappropriate as your breathing!" Emma laughed again. "Oh my god, Regina, is there a man in your bed?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but I'm alone. Miss Swan, did you call for a reason or can I go back to sleep now?"
Emma didn't answer.
"Miss Swan, are you there?"
"I was just thinking how fucking hot it would be to see you touch yourself," Emma said, her voice deep with arousal.
Regina tried to suppress a moan at the thought. "Miss Swan, that was highly inappro-"
"Highly inappropriate, yeah, I know. Goodnight, Regina. See you tomorrow."
Then Emma hung up.
