"I think... that this, whatever is going on between us needs to end" Emma whispered as she entered the mansion.
Shock hit Regina first. Doesn't the blonde want her? No. How could anyone ever want her. Then anger came. When did she get to decide? No. You don't need her – This was just silly affair. It meant nothing. Emma Swan doesn't mean anything to her. She is her son's birth mother, nothing more.
"If you believe that's what is best. For Henry of course." she replied. Bringing Henry into the conversation is the only way she could remain calm.
"For Henry."
Yet, she couldn't help but take a look at the sheriff. She was wearing a tight tank top, no bra, and her awful red leather jacket and tight skinny jeans, as always. What she wouldn't do to slam the blonde against her wall and ravish her one last time. Regina stepped an inch closer, feeling her heart thump loudly in her chest. Her thoughts telling her 'don't let her consume you'. But she couldn't help herself, she couldn't stay away. Her scent, her touch, everything about her was intoxicating.
Emma's nipples hardened through her shirt. She gazed up and down at the Mayor, noticing her blouse three buttons undone. Regina knew deep down that Emma didn't want this to end as much as she didn't. But she didn't want her to know that, she would use it against her, wind her up so much, torment her with every word and every touch that she would snap and she would run to Regina, begging for her.
The mayor moved closer; so close she could fell Emma's breath against her skin.
"Well. If you have nothing more you want, dear. You know where the door is. Good day Miss Swan."
The sheriff had a sweep of disappointment wash over her face, took a step back and left, shutting the door quietly behind her.
In time, the brunette thought, in time.
Thank you for reading! I've never written ANYTHING before. Let alone SQ fanfic. Let me know what you think!:)