It was a late night at the Sheriff's office. Emma Swan was sitting at her desk attentively looking over a huge stack of paperwork. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and over her pale toned arms. Sitting in the chair by her side was Regina Mills, who for hours now had watched Emma fuss over the work in front of them. Emma had spent the evening flipping through budgeting and expense reports while Regina dictated over her work. The frustration in Emma grew stronger every time Regina decided to pace the floor behind her chair; which in this instance she'd decided to do once again.
"You do realize that pacing behind me isn't going to get this work finished," Emma said without taking her eyes off the reports.
The sound of Regina's heels against the linoleum ceased and she appeared within seconds on top of Emma's desk. Her legs falling down just beside Emma's chair. "Does sitting help instead?" she asked.
Emma glanced over at her thigh and then up directly at her face. "No it does not. You're the one who insisted we do this so maybe you should be helping a little more," Emma suggested.
"Fine." Regina slid off of the desk and onto her feet. "Let's take a break! We've been at this all evening."
"And we're almost finished. So no," Emma said sternly, returning back to work.
Regina rolled her eyes, and abruptly grabbed Emma by her writing hand. Emma eased back into her chair and looked up at the brunette who refused to release her hand. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"I said let's take a break," Regina repeated, slowly placing her leg across Emma's lap.
Emma attempted to maneuver around Regina's body but the brunette quickly threw her arm's over the Sheriff's shoulders. Emma retreated further back into her chair, but Regina leaned forward kissing her softly at the base of her neck.
"We shouldn't be doing this," Emma muttered softly. "We need to finish this," she said with a strong throaty groan, pulling away.
A frustrated Regina looked back at the desk full of papers. "Oh you mean these." She took her arm and swiftly knocked the documents to the floor. "I finished these before I even got to your office," she said.
Emma stared at the papers on the floor with her mouth open, a baffled expression plastered on her face. "Then why have we been here all afternoon," she complained.
"Because you have been avoiding me and this was the only way I could get you alone," Regina stated plainly. She grabbed Emma by the chin so that they were staring into each others eyes. Without warning Regina crashed their lips together, sucking tenderly on Emma's lower lip and pulling away with gentle tug from her teeth. Emma sat motionless but was becoming aroused as the Mayor kissed her down the neck and onto her exposed chest.
"Stop..." Emma moaned. "Stop..." she moaned once more; all the while her eyes shut, making allowances to embrace every kiss.
Regina ignored her murmuring, deepening her kisses with every hesitant plea. She moved her lips up and onto Emma's ear. "I know you don't really want me to stop," she whispered, as she nibble on Emma's earlobe. She took the Sheriff's evasive hands and placed them on her outer thighs, just at the hem of her skirt. "I've missed this so much," Regina sighed.
Chills ran up Emma's body as Regina's last statement left a dewy remnant from her warm breath. "We can't keep doing this," she said, followed by an abrasive gulp. She could feel the muscles in Regina's legs contracting underneath her fingers. Her body over heating in the palm of her hands as the Mayor longingly ravaged her with kisses. "Anyone could walk in," she whispered softly.
"I don't care," Regina grumbled. "Do you?" she asked, looking at Emma for a response.
"No," Emma groaned aggressively her hands clamping down on Regina's legs.
With her hands tightly placed on Regina's thighs, Emma lifted them both from the chair and aggressively placed the Queen on top of the desk. Regina leaned back onto her hands, triumphant in her posture. The Sheriff ripped her blouse open, revealing her red laced bra and finely toned mid section. Emma grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer toward the edge of the desk. Regina's formfitting skirt seemed to prevent closer access, so she pushed it further up the brunette's thighs with her thumb and index fingers. Once the Mayor scent was directly beneath her, she let her mouth fall on the edge of her lace bra. Emma's lips could feel a sharp quiver leave the Mayor's body upon touchdown, and she relished in it.
Regina wrapped her arms around Emma's well toned body in hopes of eliminate any distance between them. No matter how tightly she gripped, Emma's body was never quite close enough. Her nails dug into Emma's back and for a moment she was concerned that it wouldn't bother her. It didn't. The deeper her nails sank into the Sheriff's skin the more intensely Emma's kisses were on her breast. Regina eyes remained tightly shut thus far but shot open when she felt a hand gliding up her inner thigh. As it crept its way up slowly, goosebumps shot up her body and her breathing rapidly began to increase. Though she had tried to brace herself for impact, Emma's entrance inside her was mentally overwhelming, causing her to collapse back onto the desk.
Emma watches as her phone hit the ground and shattered, but her attention was committed to Regina's pleasure. She bought her tongue down on Regina's flat stomach, feeling as though it had been beckoning her. She felt a hand on the back of her head guiding her around the Mayor's torso. Willingly she submitted herself to Regina's tender touch. Emma's hand seemed rooted in between Regina's moistened walls. Her two fingers swept up and down inside Regina's docile cavern, as the Queen arched her back in pleasure. Emma grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her up right. She kissed her relentlessly while her fingers ravenously exited and re-enter Regina's fragile member.
"Don't stop," Regina pleaded just as Emma's teeth disengage from her bottom lip. She could feel the precipice of ecstasy drawing near and began to thrust her hips forward into her lover's abiding finger tips. Emma held her closer as the woman's walls of flesh began to tighten around her fingers. "Emma, hold me tighter," she pleaded, running her fingers nails down Emma's back. Her body seized and infused itself into Emma's. She squealed out a few indistinguishable sounds; unconscious of the small amount dribble that fell from her lips.
Regina finally released her hold on the blonde pulling herself further back onto the desk. Her lover noticed a exceedingly pleasured expression that bordered on dumbfounded. Almost instantly Emma felt pains of guilt for what had occurred. A range of emotions overshadowed her current state of pleasurable satisfaction. As Regina attempted to kiss her she pulled away and fell back into her chair. Her mood easily detected through her sluggish posture.
"What's happening?" Regina asked bluntly.
"Nothing."
"You're lying. Tell me," Regina demanded as she buttoned up her shirt.
"We can't keep doing this."
"Here we go again!, Is that why you've been avoiding me?" Regina asked.
"Someone could have seen us."
"Who do you think you're dealing with?" Regina asked, coming down from Emma's desk. "Do I look like a love sick child? I made sure that no one would get in here tonight."
Emma stood to her feet. "This can't happen again. This was the last time."
"You've said this before, yet it keeps happening, why do you think that is?" Regina asked sarcastically.
"If I knew that. It wouldn't keep happening."
"Don't try to make sense of it and don't fight it."
Emma looked at her with a ire of disbelief. "You don't even feel remotely sorry for what we are doing here? Do you?" she asked. "Never mind. Why would you?"
"What is that supposed to mean?" Regina inquired.
"You obviously don't care if both Hook and Robin are hurt by this."
Regina raised her hand up to Emma. "Don't talk anymore. You have no idea what I feel." She grabbed her purse and jacket and walked out the office. Emma did not follow though she knew that her words were harsh and hypocritical.
Regina left the station and was headed toward her car when a familiar voice called to her. "Mom, what are you doing here?" She turned to find Henry walking toward her closely trailed by his grandparents. He smiled and gave her a hug.
"Henry," she said while embracing him. "I was just helping Emma with her paperwork."
"Emma... What no Sheriff Swan?" Mary Margaret chimed in. "You guys getting along now?"
"Apparently not," David said, after taking stock of Regina's appearance.
"Were you and my mom fighting again?" Henry asked.
"No...honey, I was helping Sheriff Swan with her magic, and it got messy," Regina quickly replied. "I wish you two would stop with these rash implications. You worry my son."
"I think you're appearance is what was worrying him," David retorted. Regina threw a violent look his way. "Okay... Henry, let's go get your mom so we can go to dinner."
"See you later mom" Henry said as he and David continued on into the police station.
As Regina continued her route toward her car; a sickened expression came across her face. Mary Margaret took notice. "You know Regina, you wouldn't feel so bad if you just told the truth,"she said.
Regina felt her body go numb. "What are you talking about?"
"You should have just told Henry the truth."
Regina felt short of breath. "And what's that?" she asked.
"That you and Emma were obviously in a scuffle. I mean come on... your blouse is partially torn."
Regina rolled her eyes. "Once again Snow you're wrong. It's good to see that you haven't learned a lesson from sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."
"Fine Regina. Whatever you say." Mary Margaret walked away as Regina got in her car and drove off.