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Being called into the Governor's office means that you are screwed. But, like Governor-Regina-Mills-wearing-nine-inch-fuck-me-he els screwed, which was heaven in Emma Swan's dictionary (if that thing existed cause she has her doubts).

But being accused of doing drugs was not heaven. It was hell.

"I don't do drugs," the blonde says with a flat tone like she isn't insulted. Inside, she roars...while her eyes take in the sex goddess before her in that white shirts (three buttons playfully undone) tucked in that tight black pencil skirt over those black stockings and those heels...

"You don't?" the said Governor asks, leaning her butt on her desk, legs crossed at the ankles. She stares down at the woman, wearing a white tank-top and light blue loose pants, sprawled on the chair before her like she is not being accused at all.

"No." Emma forces herself to look up at brown eyes provoking her.

"Really?" Regina teases with a devilish smirk.

"Yeah." A nod.

"I don't believe it." A head shake.

"I do only women. They are my drugs." Currently only one, Emma leaves unsaid.

"That is not the issue here."

"Mhmm."

"The issue is that there are five people that say they saw you." Regina adds with a worry in her voice.

"Who are these people?" Emma forms a fist with her right hand; something that doesn't go unnoticed by the Governor.

"If I tell you, Emma, you will attack them. You don't need that now." Regina mentally kicks herself for sounding so caring.

"I don't care about that. I need to know who is talking behind my back."

"It's not from your people." Brown eyes focus on an interesting crack on the floor.

"Franky's?"

"No."

"So it's Amanda's. Great. I'm not admitting anything because of her people. Not happening." Emma jumps from her seat and stands inches away from the Governor. She stares at the red lips that she so want to kiss right now. Still focused on them she whispers, "Can I go?"

The woman before her doesn't respond. She just licks her lips, fully aware that the other follows their movement. If Emma didn't do it, why Amanda is framing her? And how in the world did she manage to sneak the drugs into Emma's cell? And also why has Franky not seen anything? She is in the same cell.

The blonde sees Regina's mind busy with some thoughts. She smiles wickedly and runs her left fingertips over the brunette's right hand. The goosebumps appear and brown eyes meet green in a silent plea not do anything else.

Regina can only gulp when Emma leans forward, their lips touching so lightly as if the touch might not be at all.

"I didn't do it," reaches Regina's ears while Emma's hot breath makes her moan.

The blonde moves her mouth over the jaw until she reaches the ear. She parts her lips and traps the soft flesh between them. Sucking on it gently, she feels the other woman trembling, and no doubt biting her lips to stifle any sounds. Emma's hands go forward to grab the desk so she can press herself further in Regina, but they bump into the brunette's hands holding on the desk tightly. Their knuckles are no doubt white.

The sucking stops and the assault on Regina's left ear is resumed with biting hard on the tender flesh. She feels the blonde's body slowly pressing itself onto hers until they are flush against each other. Oh, God, if someone walks into her office right now they will witness the greatest scandal this prison has seen since it was built back in the 1920s.

But that bold mouth doesn't stop and certainly doesn't care about all of that as it detaches itself from the ear. It travels up and down the neck. Regina tilts her head to the right, giving the other woman easier access. The tongue is out again, leaving a wet trail over the heated skin as evidence of what is happening in here.

Thank God for the lack of cameras here, the Governor thinks while she surrenders herself to Emma once again.

Here they are. The hands, which make her feel like she is the only one in the world for them, are now roaming over her body. They start at her waist, up her back and then go to the front to cup her breasts. Again she is powerless to the whimper that escapes her mouth.

Emma presses herself more into the heated body of the Governor. She steers her leg between Regina's, parting the stocking-clad legs. There is the surrender that gives her the green light to do just about everything she wants.

I can do this, Regina mind manages to produce a thought among the cloud of arousal that is taking her over. Emma is a predator who loves doing this; being in control and conquering with kisses and touches. So, the brunette will give it to her.

Her skirt hitches up her thigh when she lifts her leg and wraps it around the prisoner's waist. She knows Emma won't resist the temptation because "The best way to resist a temptation is to yield to it" is what she said before their first time.

She doesn't have to wait too long to feel a pale hand slide up her thigh, gathering the skirt up so more skin can be exposed.

Emma presses her lips over the other woman's, engaging them in a slow kiss that quickly turns into a passionate one. She runs her tongue over the bottom red lip, waiting for one more green light. The plump lips are parted and she wastes no time diving in. Tongues war against each other strongly while her hand cups the brunette's butt and squeezes it. But the fingers don't stop there. They need more. They slide down, skimming over the hem of the undies, and make Regina squirm.

"Do you believe me?" All of a sudden, the blonde stills her digits just when they are about to go under the panties.

Fuck, Regina mentally curses. She forgot that Emma likes to play this game too. She swallows hard and proceeds with her plan.

"Yes," comes out of her mouth as barely an audible whisper.

And she is rewarded with a single finger going under her black lace thong. She knows Emma loves it. That is why she wears this today.

Emma retrieves the digit out, slowly. It is clear that she doesn't want to. Her eyes, locked on brown ones, say otherwise. But she needs the game where she is the dictator. She pushes the leg around her waist down so the space between Regina's thighs is enough for her to play.

But the Governor has something else in mind. She hops on her desk using her hands and smirks at the woman before her, silently challenging her.

Emma licks her lips, getting the hint. Her hands skim over the upper part of the brunette's thighs, offering more and more skin to her hungry gaze. The legs part even more, now free of the skirt's limitations. It's the first time she sees that Regina is wearing that black thong. But the thing that nearly shorts her brain is the wet spot on the lace garment.

"Fuck," she curses, and runs her thumb over the wetness, not caring that the woman is not ready for such a firm touch.

Naturally, Regina jerks at the solid touch. That just makes Emma even more aroused than she already is.

"Emma," the brunette starts, but is interrupted by eager lips pressed hard against hers.

"Shhh," the pale lips move, brushing against hers. "Save it for when you come."

Oh, that cockiness that makes everyone submit to Emma without a thought.

Their kiss resumes with the same passion, if not even more. The blonde moves forward until her knees hit the desk and she is completely surrounded by the stocking-clad legs. Her pinky finger tugs the panties' hem so the rest of the hand could slip in easily. The middle digit goes straight for the clit, brushing over it lightly, increasing the arousal, and hardening it.

Moaning into the kiss, Regina realizes that she has to try and turn this around. She has to use this situation for her advantage. This is the perfect opportunity for her as governor. The finger that slips inside of her shows her how much Emma wants her to come. The blonde wants to make it quick. She seems, one might say, eager.

The older woman meets the thrusts with her hips and tears her lips away. Her mouth attacks Emma's pulse point with peppered kisses and flicks of her tongue. Her left hand works its way in the blue pants, undoing the belt and slipping under the cotton, ever present, boy shorts. The wetness she finds there is thrilling. Someone desires her. It's not fake. It's real.

It's bizarre to say, at least, that Regina founds real, unadulterated desire here between the cold walls of the prison and not where she is supposed to find it – at her house.

She circles around Emma's hard clit with the thumb and teases her entrance with her middle digit. Her mind stays clear enough to finish the task at hand.

Her mouth ghosts over one of the blonde's ears. Breathing heavily into it, she knows the effect she has: quickened heartbeat and hitched breath.

"I need you to admit you did it."

"Fuck you," an expected answer comes out from Emma.

"Wrong answer." Regina thrusts two fingers inside, knowing that the blonde won't come this way.

The walls around her are already clenching. Well, it's been a while since they have done this. The pressure of the upcoming Mayor's elections didn't allow Regina to call Emma in.

Her thrusts are quick with only one goal. The blonde bites her neck as if that could make her stop.

"Fucking tease," the younger woman murmurs against the skin.

"Three words, Emma." A whisper said in the most seductive and deep voice the prisoner has ever heard coming out from those lips.

Unfortunately it brings her closer to the edge than she wants. Dammit. She speeds her movements in a desperate attempt to even the game.

Regina closes her eyes, trying to hold off as long as she can. She is the Governor, after all. She can't let some street killer prisoner to win over her. Right?

Well, that prisoner happens to be the one and only Emma Swan, who in that moment presses harder on her hot spot, and the world around the brunette collapses. Or so she thinks when the orgasm explodes inside of her and branches out to the rest of her body.

Seeing Regina Mills coming undone before her is Emma's downfall. She has never seen more a beautiful and magnificent view, and she will want it till the day she dies. The blonde has admitted that to herself.

"I did it."

And the award is instant. Regina brushes her thumb over the hard clit and in a matter of seconds, a liquid gushes in her hand. Emma is shaking uncontrollably on her fingers, riding her orgasm out.

The women press their foreheads together and wait for their bodies to calm down, their heartbeats to go back to normal.

Emma is glad no one has entered the office to interrupt them. She needed this. She has been rejected for over a week from Regina. It was about time.

They pull out of each other, missing the contact already. Emma steps back, allowing Regina to hop off the desk and pull her skirt down.

The brunette clears her throat.

"Don't say anything. I just needed to come." Emma barks and storms out of the office.

She doesn't see the tears in Regina's eyes. Nor does she see Jose, guarding the office as the Governor has ordered him.

I hope the first chapter hooks you on the story. The second will be up by the end of the month if I have internet on the sea. I'm entering a Summer Haitus. More info on my profile page :)

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