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Regina threw her head back onto the pillows and let out a throaty moan as smooth fingers stroked her inner thigh. Her eyes remained shut and her mouth open as warm breath swept over the apex of her thighs causing her to shiver with anticipation. Her fingers travelled down her stomach to twist in the blonde locks between her legs, gently encouraging her lover to stop this torturous foreplay and touch her where she so desperately needed it. With a smug chuckle, a smirk, and a gentle nibble of soft skin, her lover set to work flicking her tongue over the sensitive swollen nub she found before her, relishing in the not so quiet moans that escaped the brunette's lips. Regina arched her back off the bed in pure ecstasy as two fingers were plunged deep within her and quickly pulled back out before being thrust inside her once again. Regina was so close and her lover knew it. Quickening her pace, never ceasing the rapid movements of her tongue over Regina's clit, her talented lover brought Regina to the edge faster than ever before.
"Emma…" Regina breathed, not able to formulate a complete sentence.
Regina's alarm abruptly woke her from her vivid, and rather explicit, dream. Her breathing was labored and her panties were soaked. Her hand had found its way underneath the elastic of her underwear and was ever so close to her heated core. Her other hand was on top of her breast applying pressure to her hardened nipple. She rolled to the side, shut off the alarm, and touched her feet to the floor. She ran her hand through her tousled hair and released a heavy sigh. 'This is going to be a long day' she thought to herself as she slowly walked to the bathroom to take a cold shower and relieve herself of the lingering tension and heated arousal that remained from her wet dream.
This was the third time this week that she had dreamt of the Storybrooke Sherriff and it was causing Regina to become extra irritable. Seeing as how the two women were nothing more than friends, the peak of the dream had left Regina hot and needy with only her own hands to provide relief, leaving her unsatisfied. She had always found Emma utterly attractive, but with her first priority being Henry, her fear of losing him had prevented her from giving Emma any positive attention. After the curse had been broken and things had settled down, in their own little Storybrooke way, Regina had placed her hatred on the back burner. Emma's jaw-dropping looks aside, Regina began to enjoy Emma's company. Although she would never ever allow Emma to know, she enjoyed teaching her to control her magic and was even pleased by their occasional shared dinners together with Henry. She wasn't quite sure when the feelings had developed, but she certainly noticed them now more than ever and she was finding it significantly harder to hide the way her body reacted to the woman. Emma's smile made her blush, her laugh made Regina smile, and the way her body moved when she walked in those damn skinny jeans that hugged her ass just right had heat pooling in Regina's stomach. These last few weeks, she was struggling to stay near the gorgeous blonde for too long before she had to make an excuse to escape. The dreams at night were only making things worse. Regina could barely look at Emma without an explicit image flashing before her mind's eye.
This morning was worse than the others. Her attempt to relieve herself in the shower left her thoroughly unsatisfied. She sulked out of the bathroom and to her closet where she dressed in a black form fitting pencil skirt and a white sleeveless blouse. The forecast for the day said the temperature would be 93 degrees with high humidity. Regina hated the heat and knew that it was going to be unbearable. The heat made her irritable, but it was only icing on the cake to her already foul mood. Yet, she would not sacrifice her professional classy look for any reason. She was royalty, after all. After ensuring that Henry had made it to school, she stormed her way into Town Hall, thankful for the air conditioning, brushing past her secretary without a single word, and into her office where she rather ungracefully plopped herself down into her chair. She folded her arms and rested her head on top of them, feeling a headache starting at the top of her neck and making its way up around her head and to her forehead. She rested for a few moments before deciding to take an aspirin and get to work.
She trudged through one document after another, placing a signature here and comment or two there. She was able to plow through several documents before her vision started to blur. She couldn't focus. Not when she had the image of Emma Swan between her legs, sensuously sliding her tongue between her folds and giving her the most amazing pleasure she could ever imagine. Concentration was impossible. As if on que, Regina's phone lit up and Emma's name flashed across the screen. Without hesitation, Regina entered her passcode and read the message.
Emma Swan: Magic lesson tonight?
Regina sighed. There was no way in hell that she could get through an hour or so of magic lessons in the state she was in. She was tempted to cancel again, but the last two times she had canceled, Emma asked questions and Regina was running out of excuses. Instead, she opted to ignore the text all together, an inaction that was becoming something of a habit. These last few weeks, she couldn't do anything other than avoid the stunning blonde at all costs. Their usual weekly dinners with Henry were abruptly cut short due to "emergency phone calls" and "piles of paperwork" that suited as an excuse to leave Granny's in a hurry. If she knew Emma would be at the station, she'd wait until she left before going about her business, and she even canceled their meetings at Town Hall regarding safety issues due to "scheduling conflicts". Regina wasn't sure how much longer she could keep this charade going. Avoiding Emma was becoming difficult. And worse yet, Regina didn't want to avoid her. She just didn't have a choice. There was no way, under any circumstances, that Regina would allow Emma to know how she truly felt. Regina had walls around her heart for a reason. She greatly feared rejection and heartbreak and she knew that there was no way her son's birthmother could ever feel about her the way she did about Emma.
The vibration of her phone pulled Regina from her thoughts. Her attempts to ignore Miss Swan were failing. Emma was calling her now, most likely wondering why Regina had ignored her fifth text in a week. She wasn't up to the challenge today. She allowed the call to go to voicemail. Picking up her pen, she rubbed her thumb and forefinger along the edges of her forehead and shifted in her seat, trying to relieve the building pressure between her legs. She couldn't do anything about her arousal at work. It would just have to wait.
"Madame Mayor, there is a phone call for you on line one," her secretary said through the intercom.
Regina had almost answered the call before she pressed the intercom button and asked, "From whom, Barbara?" There was only a moment's pause before Barbara's voice was heard again.
"It's Sherriff Swan."
She physically dropped her head to the desk. This woman was insufferable. "Tell her I'm busy and if she asks why, tell her it's none of her damn business." Regina only heard silence in return. She pressed the intercom button again. "Forget the last part, Barbara. Just tell her I'm busy. Thank you."
Barbara cleared her throat and responded, "Yes, Madame Mayor."
Clearly, Emma was upset with Regina's obvious avoidance of her, but Regina was out of options. She was unable to control herself around Emma any longer and would continue to steer clear of her former enemy, now close friend, until these ridiculous feelings passed, or at least until she got them more under control.
Returning to her paperwork, Regina busied herself with boring complaints from her Storybrooke citizens. Nothing much happened in this town that she and the Savior hadn't already taken care of. Her citizens just seemed to like to complain. To some she issued results and to others she ignored. Finishing a large stack of paperwork, she smiled slightly to herself, proud that she was able to accomplish so much with little more than a few moments of mental distraction. But that smile quickly faded as Regina heard commotion outside her office door. She heard Barbara's voice, but couldn't make out any words. She glanced at her schedule and checked for any appointments. She had none. 'Who could she be talking to?' she asked herself. She set her pen down and focused on the noise outside. Realization struck her as she heard the only voice that could send shivers down her spine.
'Emma…'
Regina listened harder trying to hear the conversation outside. It was just muffled voices until suddenly she heard, "….specifically said that she was unable to speak to you, Miss Swan!"
"I don't give a damn!" Emma yelled before bursting through the office door.
"Madame Mayor," Barbara sounded as though she was going to faint. "I told Miss Swan that…"
"It's fine, Barbara." Regina interrupted. "She's a Charming. There's no hope of getting through her thick skull. I'll deal with her myself. Thank you, dear." Regina waved her wrist as if to dismiss her terrified secretary and Barbara left with an audible sigh of relief.
"What the hell is your problem, Regina?" Emma huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Regina swallowed hard without lifting her gaze from the last of the papers on her desk.
"I could ask you the same question, Miss Swan. You are the one that charged into my office like some kind of barbarian."
Emma scoffed, "So now I'm Miss Swan again? Since when? You've called me Miss Swan more times in the last week than you have in the four years I've known you."
Regina knew she was being harsh. She had to be. Emma couldn't stay there in her office for another moment. Regina saw the awfully revealing outfit Emma was wearing, most likely to keep cool in the unbearable heat, and saw way more of the woman's flawless skin than she could handle. With flushed cheeks, Regina refused to look anywhere other than her paperwork. She even pretended to jot down notes, which in reality were nonsense scribbles since her mind couldn't focus. She just needed to look busy. She didn't want to be so cruel to Emma, but she needed to piss her off enough to make her leave the office. She didn't have a response to what Emma had said. She was simply trying to be distant. Instead, she changed the subject.
"I'm entirely too busy to be giving out magic lessons today. I am trying to run Storybrooke. So if you would kindly leave me to it…" She trailed off, attempting to show that this conversation was of so little importance that she didn't even need to finish her sentence. Emma wasn't having it. She stormed over to Regina's desk and slammed her hand down on the Regina's papers, successfully capturing her undivided attention. Regina slowly lifted her gaze, catching nothing but Emma's cleavage directly at eyelevel and her breath hitched in her throat. Quickly, she jerked her head up further so she was looking into those emerald eyes that made her heart flutter. Emma wore a scowl that only made Regina smile internally. 'She's so cute when she's angry.' She mentally kicked herself, but her face remained stoic.
"You now have my attention," she stated. "What can I do for you, Miss Swan?"
Emma rolled her eyes. "First of all, stop calling me that. Second, you can start by explaining why you've been acting so strange." Regina was struggling to focus on Emma's words. She had suddenly caught a whiff of Emma's scent and it was driving her crazy. She smelled of vanilla.
Regina blinked a few times before refocusing and responding, "I have no idea what you are talking about. Will that be all?"
Emma didn't budge. "You've canceled lessons, skipped out on family dinners, haven't answered my texts or calls, and have been calling me Miss Swan more times than I care to count. If I've done something wrong, Regina, I want to know what it is so I can fix it. You need to talk to me. That's what friends do."
Friends. The word stung Regina. She knew they'd never be anything more than friends, but hearing it made it real. She closed her eyes and stood from her chair, then turned to face the window behind her. She couldn't think of a proper excuse with the sight and smell of the beautiful blonde attacking her senses.
"I'm just irritable from this unbearable heat, that's all. It's nothing." She frowned at her own lame excuses. She was running out of reasons to avoid her and Emma knew it.
"That's bullshit." Emma growled. "And I'd know that even without my ability to see through lies. So tell me the truth." Emma was angry with her, but Regina was aroused. She had never heard Emma's voice sound like that and it sent shivers down her spine and caused heat to pool between her thighs. Emma had commanded her to tell the truth and Regina could only imagine what it would be like to have the Sherriff commanding her to do other things in that voice. She needed to get Emma out of there and fast.
She snapped. "What is it with you?! Why can't you just leave things alone, Swan? You make me so angry that I could just…" '…throw you over this damn desk and fuck you so hard that you scream my name.' Regina swallowed those last words and ran her hands through her hair. That was almost terrible. Those awfully sexual words almost slipped right out of her mouth. She was better than this. She was the former queen. She had more control than this, right?
Emma only continued to egg her on as she walked around the desk to Regina's side. "You could just what, Regina? What exactly are you gonna do? Throw a fire ball at me? Toss me in your dungeon? Or would you…" Emma was unable to finish her sentence. Regina threw herself at Emma, pinning her roughly to the wall behind her desk beside the window, crashing their lips together in a rough wet kiss. She held Emma's hands above her head as she bit her lower lip and the blonde gasped, giving Regina the perfect opportunity to snake her tongue into the hot cavern of Emma's mouth, tasting what she had only previously dreamed of. A slight moan that sounded more like a whimper escaped her as she stroked Emma's tongue with her own. She tasted like cinnamon.
Reality suddenly crashed into Regina like a freight train and she pulled away. Emma's mouth was slightly open, her kiss swollen lips looking only all the more delectable to Regina. She raised her hand to her lips and touched them gently, feeling the tingling sensation the kiss had left her with. The kiss left her heavily aroused and Regina wanted more. But she was terrified.
'I just kissed Emma Swan.'
She had to run. She couldn't be in that office for another second. She royally fucked up and she wasn't about to stick around for the consequences. Without another word, she practically sprinted towards the door, reaching for the handle and opening it.
Before she could step out, the door suddenly slammed shut in front of her and her mouth fell open as she saw only a muscular forearm that had reached from behind her, and a small hand that had pushed the door closed. Regina didn't move. Emma wanted that damn door closed. 'What is she going to do to me?' Regina felt the panic rise in her throat and her magic pulsed in her veins travelling to her fingertips, waiting to be summoned. But Regina remained silent and frozen in place as Emma slowly moved her hand to Regina's wrist and removed it from the door handle before she locked the door herself. She then pressed her body fully against Regina's backside and snaked an arm around Regina's waist holding her impossibly closer. What little breath Regina had left was stuck in her throat.
Emma lowered her lips to just below Regina's ear and placed a wet kiss there before nibbling on her ear lobe and whispering, "Don't go." The words were meant to sound like a command, but the tone in Emma's voice made it sound more like a plea.
Regina called upon the last remnants of her self-control to not turn around and begin fucking the Savior right then and there. She needed reassurance that this wasn't a dream, that Emma had stopped her because she wanted this, not because she wanted to talk about Regina's rough assault. Emma's arm around her waist slowly began to turn Regina to face her and that destroyed that last of her control.
Regina once again pressed her lips roughly to Emma's, but Emma quickly returned the kiss with matched passion, hands roaming each other's bodies as tongues battled for dominance. Regina's need for Emma won over as she caressed and sucked Emma's tongue before nipping at her bottom lip and then traveling down her jawline to her neck, right below her ear.
The force in which Regina was roughly touching and caressing Emma caused her to lose her footing for a moment, making her take a step back to catch herself, never letting go of her hold on Regina's hair and waist. The brunette placed her hands on the small of Emma's back to catch her, then used this backward motion to walk her backwards. Lips never leaving Emma's neck, nipping and sucking at the new flesh she found there, certainly marking her, she guided the beautiful blonde back towards her desk until Emma's perfectly round ass bumped onto the edge. Emma whimpered, and pulled away for only a moment to look into Regina's eyes. Emerald green eyes were significantly darker now and Regina could see the unmistakable lust now visible there. Emma grabbed the Mayor's perfectly sculpted ass before spinning them around and lifting her onto the desk behind her, sending pens and papers flying every which direction. The loud commotion could have easily got them caught, but neither woman cared, too engrossed in their heated passion to give it a second thought.
Emma wrapped her arms once again around Regina's waist and pulled her to the edge of the desk, her stomach applying much needed pressure to Regina's sex. The blonde moaned as she felt Regina's wet heat against her stomach and then diverted her attention to Regina's blouse. She began to quickly unbutton each button, all the while nipping and sucking at the brunette's pulse point and then down her neck to her collarbone where she bit her slightly harder, leaving a glistening red mark. A yelp escaped Regina's lips as she became more aroused, something she certainly didn't think was possible. She ground her hips against Emma's toned stomach and almost came at the contact.
Emma couldn't wait a moment longer. Regina needed her release more than she needed air, and Emma wanted to be the cause of it. She wanted to touch and taste Regina, not have her hump her stomach like some kind of animal. Regina was a queen and Emma would treat her as such. Realizing she had little time left, Emma swiftly tore Regina's blouse open, sending buttons flying across the room. Under normal circumstances, Regina would scold the Sherriff for ruining her outfit, but Emma knew that this was definitely not a normal circumstance. Showing off her marvelous ability to multitask, she roughly grabbed the bottom of Regina's skirt and shoved it up toned thighs to her waist. The musky sent of her soaking wet core drifted up to Emma's nose as she moaned and unclasped Regina's front clasp of her bra with her teeth. Regina slid her hands to the back of Emma's neck and tangled her fingers in blonde hair. The sight alone nearly sent her flying over the edge.
Regina was so ready it hurt, and she ached for Emma to be inside of her, but she waited for a few moments longer, not wanting this to end just yet. Emma kissed, licked, and sucked her way down Regina's chest to each pert nipple, taking first the left, then the right one, into her mouth, sucking gently, then grazing teeth across the hardened nub and then moving on. She kissed all of the olive skin in front of her, down Regina's stomach before she felt a gentle tug at her hair, silently pleading her to stop the teasing. Emma happily obliged, settling between toned thighs. She was amazed by the sight before her. The Storybrooke Mayor was sitting on her desk, legs spread and over her shoulders, six inch heels and all, staring at her with hooded eyes as she hooked her fingers into Regina's black lace, and very ruined, panties and pulled them down her legs. Discarding them over her shoulder somewhere, she groaned. Regina's face reddened under Emma's intense stare as the blonde admired her slick folds.
"Please, Emma…" Regina begged. Regina, the Evil Queen, never begged. But she had just pleaded for Emma to take her, and she could not help but obey. Although Emma had wanted so desperately to take things slower and worship every inch of olive toned skin she found before her, she didn't want to keep the Queen waiting. She could only hope that she'd get the opportunity to adore her another time. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Regina's thighs and held her tightly to the desk before sliding her tongue in a slow stroke up Regina's wet folds. The sound that escaped Regina's lips was animalistic and completely out of character for the well-composed and always classy mayor, but it was music to Emma's ears. Emma mirrored this moan as the taste of Regina's wet center coated her tongue and chin. The vibration of the blonde's moan only heightened Regina's pleasure. She continued her ministrations and Regina tightened her grip on Emma's hair and placed her other arm behind her on the desk to keep herself steady. Emma could feel the brunette writhing beneath her tongue and she knew it wouldn't be much longer. Reaching her arm over the leg she held in place, she replaced her tongue with her thumb as she rubbed circles over Regina's clit, sliding her tongue further down until she entered Regina, thrusting inside with a rapid pace. Three quick strokes inside of Regina with Emma's tongue and Regina was thrown over the edge into bliss, moaning Emma's name over and over. Emma didn't stop her movements, wanting to draw out Regina's orgasm to its maximum potential. Wave after wave of pleasure overwhelmed the Mayor as she shook underneath the Savior's calculated touches. Her legs tightened around Emma's face and her fingers pulled on Emma's hair. Emma stopped, knowing that Regina was now very sensitive and that any further touching would be almost painful. She licked her fingers clean and then wiped her mouth on her arm before gently kissing the inside of Regina's toned thighs, adoring what she didn't have time to properly worship before. She looked up at Regina who was holding herself up with shaky arms. Emma quickly stood and wrapped her arms around the spent woman, Regina resting her head against Emma's chest as she slowly regained her strength.
As Regina's breathing once again returned to normal, she gently pushed herself away from Emma, without making eye contact, and began unbuttoning Emma's jean shorts. "Regina, you don't have to…" Emma began as she placed her hand over Regina's and stopped her.
Regina interrupted, "I simply thought you'd want me to return the favor. I don't need pity sex, Miss Swan. So if you'd please leave…" Regina tried to hide the hurt in her voice. She put her hands on Emma's chest right below her neck and tried to push her away from her. Emma didn't budge. Regina was going to say something snarky, but she couldn't find words. She attempted to clasp her bra once again with shaky fingers, but was stopped when Emma placed a finger under Regina's chin and forced her to make eye contact. She looked into those mesmerizing emerald green eyes and saw that Emma was smiling at her.
"I'm not sure what you find amusing, Swan. But if you'd please move so I can redress myself, that'd be wonderful." Regina tried to turn her head away, but Emma chuckled and then kissed Regina, passionately but not rough like before. Regina melted into the kiss and her rebuilding walls came crashing down once again.
Once they parted, Emma smiled at her again. "This wasn't pity sex, Regina. I want you." She stepped closer to Regina again, pressing their bodies flush together, allowing her to feel her own hardened nipples beneath her tank top. "But," she continued, "we are in your office and I believe that we've scarred your secretary enough for one day." The Mayor blushed as she took in the sight around her. Office supplies were scattered around the floor along with her lace panties and torn buttons. Then she looked at the Sherriff in front of her and saw the already very noticeable love bites left on her neck and collarbone.
"I suppose you're right," she conceded, now able to clasp her bra with calm hands.
Emma had attempted to help her with her blouse when she remembered the missing buttons. "Sorry about that," she said softly. She nervously rubbed the back of her neck, not sure if Regina would be angry or not.
Regina only laughed, the sound of her deep voice warming Emma's heart and bringing a bright smile to her face. "It's not a problem at all, dear," she said with a flick of her wrist. A small purple cloud surrounded her for a moment, and as it dissipated, Emma could see the mayor's repaired blouse and pencil skirt were once again in place, as if nothing had happened.
"Hmm, using magic to redress yourself, huh? Maybe," Emma said, "you can teach me how to undress you just as quickly in our next magic lesson." She licked her lips and winked, causing Regina to laugh again. Regina leaned in to kiss Emma, but the blonde stayed just out of reach. "Unless, of course, you plan on canceling on me again." She raised her eyebrow at Regina in mock questioning and Regina smiled.
"As long as I don't have to promise to keep my hands to myself, we can happily resume our magic lessons," Regina replied with a smirk.
"Now why would I ever make you promise such a silly thing, Madame Mayor?" Emma answered, before leaning in and placing a chaste kiss on Regina's lips. "Plus," she added with a wink. "You still have to return the favor." Regina slid off the desk and flicked her wrist again, causing the mess on the floor to quickly reorganize itself on her desk.
She then leaned in and placed her hands on Emma's hips, holding her close. "And how exactly do you propose I do that?" she asked.
Expecting some sort of response about sex, Regina was thrown off guard when Emma replied, "Let me take you to dinner." The shock was evident on Regina's face.
"Are you serious?" she asked in return. "That's truly not what I thought you'd say."
Emma laughed. "Although there are plenty of other things that could do the job, this doesn't have to be all about sex, you know. Believe it or not, your Majesty," she said with sass that she knew Regina would appreciate, "I actually like you." She turned to walk toward the door, swaying her hips along the way.
"How about this, Sheriff Swan?" Emma stopped in her tracks and turned to face Regina. "How about you join Henry and me for dinner tonight? He is supposed to spend the night at a friend's house, but I'm sure he'd be disappointed if he didn't stay for dinner and I had you to myself."
Emma beamed a smile at Regina. "I'd love that."
"Alright, I'll see you at 7 then. And try not to be late, Miss Swan." Regina smirked.
Emma rolled her eyes, smiled, and replied, "Well if I am, I'll at least have a better excuse than to blame the heat wave." And with that, she was out the door.