Author's Note: This is my first fanfic and I've never let anyone read my work before so I honestly don't know what I'm doing right/wrong. Please review and tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Once Upon a Time or any of its characters.

Chapter 1

Emma stood at the mayor's door, nervously wringing her hands together. It was a usual Saturday morning, and it looked to any passerby as though the sheriff was simply stopping by on official business and nothing more. Unfortunately, Emma Swan had come for a different purpose.

She had been standing there for about five minutes just deciding whether or not it was a bad idea for her to go through with this, but eventually she decided to take a chance. Even if it meant being kicked out of Storybrooke and never seeing her son again.

Before she could ring the doorbell, however, the door swung wide open and a small ball of energy came bounding out, only to crash into her and send them both sprawling to the ground. "Woah, kid, where's the fire?" Emma squealed as her back crashed into the pavement. Henry looked down at her, concerned he had injured her, but Emma only grinned at the worried expression on his face.

Pulling him up, she dusted him off and regarded him with a curious look. "Where on earth are you off to dressed like that?"

Truthfully, he looked about as handsome as a ten-year-old in a suit and tie could be. "Actually, I'm going to see Grace." He trailed off nervously, looking down at his feet and fidgeting with his hands as a deep blush creeped onto his face. A trait he got from me, Emma thought proudly.

"Well, have fun, and be careful not to run into anymore people on your way there kid. I love you. See you later." She ruffled his hair and gave him a wink as he bounded down the path and headed towards the road.

Turning to Regina, the blonde attempts to calm the rising fear in the pit of her stomach. "He looks excited. First big crush?"

Regina smiles slightly, looking proud. "Yes, he is rather excited about it. I do hope it all goes well."

The tension between them was evident as Emma shifted nervously from one foot to another. Fixing her in a steady gaze, the mayor asked in her most regal tone "Is there something you needed from me, Miss Swan, or were you here to visit Henry?"

"No, actually, I came to see you. I brought a couple files from the station, I was hoping to get a bit of help on some paperwork." In truth, Emma had only said that to delay having to go inside. "Oh, I'm so dumb, I left them in the car. If it's an alright time for you, I'll go get them?"

"Yes sheriff, that will be fine."

Turning on her heel, the mayor headed inside, her hips swaying back and forth to an unknown beat. God she has an amazing ass, Emma thought as she turned and almost tripped over her own feet to walk back to her car and grab the nonexistent file.

Regina headed inside and left the door open in anticipation of the sheriff. Removing her heels, she waltzed into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of cider. The last thing she wanted right now was to deal with the blonde, but she just didn't have the energy to ward her off today.

Hearing the sound of the sheriff's boots on her tile, she turned to request that she please take them off inside, but could not get the words out before she turned to find pale hands around her waist and the taste of cinnamon as Emma's lips connected with hers. Apples and cinnamon mixed as the blonde's tongue begged for entry, and Regina could not help but comply. As much as she hated to admit it, this is what she had been waiting for. She could not, however, cover up the surprised noise that elicited from her mouth as those same hands moved lower to grab at her ass.

Emma pulled back, studying her with a look of longing on her face. Regina swooped back in, answering the younger woman's unanswered question, lips crashing together as she ran her hands up and down the blonde's body. At almost lightning speed, that hideous red leather jacket and those insanely skin-tight jeans were gone, and Regina made quick work of stripping the sheriff down until she was left shivering in the hallway in nothing but a matching black set of lace underwear.

Regina pulled back to admire the sheriff. Licking her lips, all she could think was God, she's just as perfect as I imagined her. And it was true. The sheriff's perky breasts, perfectly sculpted abs and wonderfully prominent hip and collar bones made her a sight to behold. The black lace contrasted against her pale skin perfectly.

Emma stood there, feeling self-conscious but at the same time relieved. She never imagined that Regina would feel the same way. She was excited to know her plan had worked so far, but now the wetness spreading between her legs had her thinking of only one thing. Grinning, she let the words fall off her tongue like honey, "Why, Madame Mayor, it seems you have far too many clothes on for this activity."

Regina shuddered, Emma's words washing over her, and she could feel the wetness already pooling between her own legs. Emma lunged forward at that moment, and in seconds all the mayor's clothes were lying in a pile against the wall. Her matching lavender set of lace made her seem even more tan than usual, and Emma could not help but notice what a beautiful body the mayor had.

Feeling how wet Regina was as she was busy undressing her, Emma felt a swell of courage. Almost as if on cue, both women reached two fingers forwards, headed for the others wetness, barely pausing to remove the soaking wet scraps of cloth and lace that blocked them from their prize. Emma slapped Regina's wrist, however, and continued thrusting as the brunette pulled her fingers away and licked them contently, tasting Emma for the first time and wanting for more. Before she could go in for another try, she reached her climax and the orgasm ripped through her. Seeing stars, she collapsed into Emma's arms and rode the rest of it out, screaming out the sheriff's name. Gripping the blonde's shoulders as she recovered, she looked up at the other woman with a shaky smile. Feeling well enough to stand, she quickly grabbed the blonde forcefully by her massive tresse and pulled her close, growling in her ear "Now it's your turn."

Letting go of the mass of blonde curls, she dropped to her knees and motioned for the other woman to do the same. Almost as soon has the pale knees hit the floor, Emma was shoved forcefully back against the wall and perfectly manicured nails dug into the blonde's perfect ass. Shuddering, and feeling her desire grow more, the younger woman thrust her hips forward, and in response the mayor began to run her tongue up and down the insides of her thighs. Pressing softly against her folds, Regina nipped and licked and teased with the blonde, and smiled into Emma's leg as she gained a response.

Emma couldn't hold it in any longer. "Oh, god Regina, fuck me!"

Regina crawled up so that she was straddling across the blonde's lap and unhooked the black lacy bra, throwing it across the room. Leaning down to suck and nip at the blonde's neck, knowing it would leave a painfully obvious mark later, whispered "Be patient, dear," gaining a moan from the sheriff.

Not wanting to torture her too much more, Regina reached down to grab the perfectly sculpted breasts that now pressed up against her own and began to knead, pinching the nipples every so often to elicit another small whimper from the sheriff.

Finally, wanting her prize as much as Emma wanted her release, she slipped two fingers into the blonde's wetness, leaning down at the same time to taste the woman.

Stars exploded before Emma's eyes as her hips thrusted directly into the mayor's face. Crying out, she tangled her fingers into the brunette's hair and pulled, hard. When she finally came down, the two of them laid there quietly, on the floor of Regina's entryway, sweating and shaking and surrounded by their discarded scraps of clothing.

Suddenly, after what seemed like forever, Emma extracted herself out from under the older woman and stood up, gathering her clothes. The fear in the pit of her stomach had returned as she took in what just happened.

Regina felt it too. Sitting up and wrapping her arms around herself, she looked up at Emma with round eyes, searching the blonde's face for some sort of positive reaction to settle the fear rising in her own stomach.

Standing up, she watched as the sheriff struggled to pull the tight jeans back onto her body and shifted nervously, something you did not see Regina Mills do often.

"So, was this just a one time thing? A slip-up?" Regina searched the blonde's face, vulnerability creeping into her voice. Emma looked back, part of her wishing it was. But they both knew that there was so much more to this story.

"I- I have to go." Emma stood up and ran out the mayor's front door, suddenly feeling sick, pulling her tank top back on as she went. She just kept running, pushing past Henry as he made his way up the path with the hugest smile on his face, only for it to disappear as he saw her running past him in a panic. She pushed the keys into the ignition of her yellow bug and went speeding away, never looking back, just like she had done her entire life.