"Hello there," Regina said, her face changing from the anger of her initial expression to a sultry one. The Stranger stood at the door, his dark hair falling across his face wetly, the marks on his jeans belying his recent accident. "My apologies, but I seem to have had a little accident, and I was wondering if I could use your phone". Regina steps back, a sultry look in her eyes, tilting her head. "Of course, come right in."
Emma looks around through the Stranger's eyes, her gait adopting August's swagger, hoping that her breathing does not reveal her nervousness. She has to find that shovel. She didn't want to think about what August was doing in her body. Hopefully nothing too pervy. Not that his body wasn't an excellent specimen, and Emma could feel the strength beneath every step she took, following Regina around the corner. The Queen walked around to her desk and picked up the phone, dialing a number. "There you go" she pointed, leaning in near the phone as it began to ring, giving Emma a clear view of her cleavage. Jesus Regina, you'd do anything for a little comfort. Walking up to the phone, Regina looked up at her from the lower vantage point of the table, her eyes flickering up to Emma's, then down her chest…then further down…and further…
Emma felt her cheeks heating.
"Um..thank you Miss…"
"Mills. Mayor Mills."
Emma smiled and nodded, taking the receiver. After speaking to the man on the other side, she placed the receiver in the cradle, not missing the firey holes Regina was burning into her. Before she could move her hand away, the Queen had placed her hand over hers, moving her hand slowly up her muscled forearm. Emma shivered and took a step back, placing her hand over Regina's. She needed to find the shovel."Do you…um…do you have a bathroom?" She opened her arms, gesturing to August's beat up shirt and jeans. "I'd like to clean up a little."
Regina stepped forward, lifting herself off the desk into a standing position. "Of course dear," she said, walking past Emma and down the hall. Emma noticed that Regina was putting an extra swing in her hips as she walked in front of her. Emma rolled her eyes at this Regina Man-Eater Mode, but she continued watching as she walked behind. Regina opened the bathroom door, and leaned on it, watching August's sturdy frame move past her. "Now tell me again dear, how did you crash your motorcycle?"
"The rain. Slipped on some leaves coming around the corner. Traction is a bitch in wet weather."
Regina nodded. "Mmm. Interesting." She took one step forward, placing herself directly in front of Emma. It was interesting seeing the Queen from this angle, her head so far below August's that Emma had a striking view of an upturned nose, the ends of long dark eyelashes, and the tops of well formed breasts. As her eyes moved from those round globes, the eyelashes were no longer pointed down but now directly in Emma's eyes. Those eyes, normally filled with such hatred when looking at Emma, were full of lust. The Queen began to run her hand along the tears in the fabric caused when Emma rolled down the hill to give herself the cuts and bruises that were now apparent on August's body. He wasn't going to like that when he got his own body back.
Emma gasped in pain as Regina's hand found a particularly painful spot. She looked up mischievously. "Regina…" she said, then stopped short as Regina's eyes whipped up into hers, the lust momentarily forgotten.
"I never told you my first name."