"Miss Sw-"
There was barely enough light streaming into the small, tiny room as the door closed with a soft click behind them that Emma could press her hand over Regina's mouth before complete darkness engulfed them.
Emma should have known in the first place, that it had been a bad idea, to take a quick look in Gold's shop for some kind of hints that the creepy guy was hiding something, as soon as she had spotted the Mayor-walking towards her. Smiling.
She should have known, that it never meant any good, when Regina and she were agreeing on something-it should have made her suspicious-but Regina had flashed her all white teeth smirk and mumbled something about that Emma had not the guts to go after what she wanted-and bang-Regina had her once more where she wanted. Tricky evil bit-.
Now, Storybrooke's esteemed Sheriff and the town's respectable Mayor, were hiding in the tiniest of all rooms in Mr. Gold's pawnshop.
It had not only taken about five minutes for Gold to return, ruining their glorious plan in a stuttering heartbeat. Leaving Emma with only two possible options: facing Mr. Gold and explain her sudden appearance in his once locked shop as well as the attendance of the Mayor or pushing Regina backwards into the room they were now standing in and wait until he left the shop for good. It had been only half an hour until regular closing time, so Emma had considered half an hour with limited space- and Regina-the better option. Come on, how hard could it get? Emma was glad, that the mayor was not able to see the miserable expression, that settled on her features as she realized her fatal mistake.
It was not the only realization Emma had in that particular moment as she quickly pulled back the hand, that was still pressing tightly over Regina's mouth. She tried to ignore the tingling sensation spreading through her fingers where the mayor's soft lips had been only seconds ago. Emma shifted uncomfortably and her thigh brushed up against Regina's. Was that a moan? Oh boy..
Regina cleared her throat. "So..," the mayor began-only to be shushed by Emma for being too loud.
"Don't you dare to shush me!" To the Sheriff's relief her tone was much quieter now. Emma rolled her eyes, only to remember that Regina would hardly see it in the dark-and the gesture somewhat lost of its usual appeal.
"We need to be quiet," Emma whispered, "if Gold finds us here, you, me-in his closet-I don't want to imagine that conversation!" Emma ran her hand across her forehead. She was starting to sweat. Was air conditioning in a closet too much to ask for?
As if on cue Emma felt Regina shifting slightly, the silken material of her blouse brushing up against the suddenly all too thin fabric of her shirt. She bit down on her lip-hard enough to suppress the shallow gasp of pleasure, that was trying to escape.
Then she heard a noise as if something had been falling to floor or the boxes. But she welcomed the distraction to no end.
"What was that?"
"My blazer, Miss Swan."
"Your blazer?" Emma croaked, her throat suddenly dry.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Well, if you haven't noticed it yet, but it is getting unbearably hot in here."
"Hot?"
"Mm-hhmm." Regina murmured in agreement.
When exactly had she lost the ability to form coherent sentences-Emma wondered. Before she had made the mayor accidentally moan or after Regina's chest had pressed so deliciously against her own. Intimately aware that the peaks had hardened at the contact. She groaned in frustration at her body's harsh betrayal.
"Are you unwell, Miss Swan?" Regina purred, and Emma shivered at the low sound.
"I'm fine! More than fine!"
She realized too late, that she was talking too fast and too much. Even in the darkness, she could practically see the mayor raising a questioning brow at her.
"Fine." She repeated-trying to get a grip.
In the distance both of them heard a loud sound of the front door closing-and then-a key turning in the lock.
Mr. Gold had finally left the shop.
"Thank god!" Emma breathed out into the darkness. "Now let's get out of this hellhole." She tried to reach behind her for the doorknob, but couldn't grasp it from the awkward ankle.
"Madam Mayor," Emma took a calming breath. "Could you open the door please, I can't seem to reach the handle."
Regina chuckled, somewhat darkly, as stepped close to her. "With pleasure, my dear."
Emma's hairs stood on end.
A moment later Regina was pressing with full-body contact against her and Emma was already beginning to feel dizzy from their closeness. The mayor's scent was intoxicating, subtle but heady, as the brunette reached for the doorknob and Emma heard her shifting it. She counted the seconds in her head and tried to concentrate on anything else than the other woman's perfume.
Regina moved her head slightly to the side-soft lips brushing faintly over the by now oversensitive skin of Emma's neck-and whispered in her ear,
"The door is locked."
