A/N: Hello everyone! I hope you enjoy this story! This is my first time writing in first person in a story in a long time. Please, please, please leave a review and tell me what you think! It will truly make my day brighter :)

There she was again…that annoying, yet beautiful Emma Swan. She made it so difficult to work. From the way she pulls her hair into a tight pony, to her beautiful emerald eyes, to how she wears her scrubs. We are both massage therapist at Luna's Day Spa. You could say we stayed pretty busy, but every single time she walks into the break room, my heart stops. I make sure to give her a hard time because I don't want to give away my feelings. But damnit if it doesn't pulsate through the room, I don't know what does! We have been working together for about a year, and yet, I still can't muster up the courage to ask her on a date. What do I do instead? Critique her work, her clothes, how distracting she is when she comes into work in her casual attire…how her jeans cling to her…NO! She is so incredibly distracting!

Emma and I never talked that much or hung out outside of work. Mainly at meetings we would talk lightly about the weather or if she had a question about a technique or protocol. Sometimes all the coworkers would go out for drinks after work or an intense meeting. Still, we never really talked.

When I came into work today, I regarded the front desk staff with a head nod before heading to the break room to have a look at my schedule. Normally, I would be stuck doing all the deep tissues all day. It was my forte. For the most part I would get most of my aggression out on clients and go home to a glass of Cabernet. When I entered the break room, I was relieved to find no one in there. I exhaled slowly before bending over viewing my schedule for the day. My eyes practically bulged out of my head and heart in my stomach. For the first time in a very long time, Emma and I were in the couples room all day. Three ninety minutes in a row, then we got to leave. I hated that room. Mostly because it was too small, too hot, and now it was with Emma. I glanced at the clock on the computer and sighed dramatically. She wasn't even here yet.

I quickly rolled my towels, and hers because we really didn't have time to dilly dally. Our guest were already in the relaxation room waiting; they only had fifteen minutes before Emma and I had to get them for their service.

By the time I had adjusted my table and put the towels into the towel warmer, I awaited my partner in the break room. When Emma finally arrived, she was a sweating mess…a hot, sweaty mess…a hot sweaty mess that I wanted to…NO! She wasn't even in her scrubs and we only had a seven minutes left. "Miss. Swan," I started. "Where the hell have you been?"

"Woah, what's your problem?" She asked setting her blue book bag on the chair.

"We are in the couples room all day and our guests are already here. Haven't you checked your schedule?" When I heard no response, only a guilty look, I continued. "Of course not. Look at you."

"Sorry, I've been working out. You know I always go for a run before work." She retorted casually, extracting her uniform from her bag.

"Well maybe if you were to take a little more responsibility and actually look at your schedule ahead of time, then maybe, just maybe you could get your act together?" Emma sighed dramatically before walking to the bathroom to change. "And don't bother about your towels, I already made them for the day since you were late." I got a whiff of her smell and my God, I never smelled a better sweaty person in my life. Don't get me wrong, her body odor was there, but not nearly as bad as some of the therapist that worked here. Some of them only bathed once a week, which is incredibly repulsive. However, she smelled like fresh wet grass after it rains. "Oh and Miss. Swan? Please tell me you have some form of perfume because you smell incredibly unpleasant." Emma regarded me with a frown before sauntering off again.

Once she was changed, we grabbed our clients immediately and went over the procedure of the session as we were walking them to the room. How long it was going to be, to how we turned them, what areas they were having problems with…it was a very detailed protocol, which I never mind taking since people don't understand what they need to do. I have walked in on way too many clients who don't drape themselves, which was ultimately traumatic for me when I first started out. We stepped out to let them disrobe and Emma and I leaned against the wall to wait. It was somewhat awkward for a moment before the blonde said, "I hope this goes by fast." I regarded her for a moment trying to figure out what she meant by that. Did she only want it to go by fast because it was with me? Or because it was an hour and a half deep tissue?

"Regardless, if it does or not, you and I are in this room all day." My tone came out more bitter than I anticipated, but we didn't have time to chat about it. She just rolled her eyes at me before knocking on the door to begin our session.

About fifteen minutes into the massage, it began getting incredibly hot. Mainly because I could not take my eyes off that infuriating blonde. With scrubs and dim lighting you can't really see each other, but once your eyes adjust to the darkness, you can see just fine. Like the way she moved when she worked on their back…her strokes and her sweet ass…get it together Regina. Normally, what someone does is wear a muscle shirt under their scrub top so they can take it off during a service if it gets too hot. I never did that because it seemed unprofessional; I just made sure to take a shower after work and constantly use deodorant during the day. Since I was the lead therapist I got to lock the spa up at the end of the night. I would normally just shower at work at the end of the day since the spa had fantastic rainfall shower.

I could tell Emma was getting really uncomfortable with the heat in the room since she kept wiping her face onto her scrub top. Once she finished with her client's back, she moved to their legs, and that's when she removed her scrub top. I had never been so thrilled. I usually saw her when she came in from her workout, and she always wore a tight shirt or a muscle shirt. But this time…in the dim lighting…it made my insides soar. I inhaled deeply before exhaling long and quietly as I held a trigger point using my elbow. I tried not to pay attention to Emma, I really tried…but when she walked over to her client's leg, her perfect ass rubbed up against mine. My eyes shot open and hitched my breath. It was something that tended to happen a lot in that room since it was so small, but, with her in such close proximity to me, I felt like I couldn't breathe. The last time we were in this room together for an extended period of time, we watched how we worked so we could avoid running into each other…clearly she wasn't paying attention. Each time she applied her lotion or used an effleurage stroke, her ass would keep rubbing up against me. I tried to move, but there was no use. I felt paralyzed at the friction. Was she doing this on purpose? I could feel my panties dampen each time she moved. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore, I moved over to the other side of my clients back.

I continued to breathe slowly as I continued to watched her. Her muscles flexed when she did a stretch or a kneading stroke. When she moved to the feet, she glanced at me and I quickly closed my eyes. If my face wasn't red enough from being overheated, it was most certainly red now from the blush I felt in my cheeks.

The massage seemed to be over in an instant. I was so lost in thought the entire time, it came and went. I didn't look at Emma for the rest of the massage, as much as it killed me, I had to or else I would have passed out. I was going to confront Emma about personal space, but something told me she did it on purpose. When we work together in general, we typically play a staring contest or catch either of us gawking at each other. We never talk about it however. Which is fine by me, because I have no idea how I would react or what I would say. I even had one of our coworkers, who is also a very close friend of mine, Katherine, tell me that she can tell she likes me. I remember scoffing at her that day. I had always kept my emotions in check since we were coworkers and I didn't want things to get awkward…more so than it already was. So, my natural response was to be rude to her. Katherine had even asked if she wanted to ask her out for me, but I insisted she didn't. She had also told me there was a very intense energy between us when we were in the same room together and it was incredibly obvious that something was there. I pondered on that during our next service.

This time, when we began our service, she removed her scrub top immediately. Once we began working, I felt it…that pulsating energy coming from Emma. Something was going on, on her side of the room. Whether or not it was the client or myself, I was unsure, but something was definitely going on with her. When I got to my clients hamstrings, she moved to the side I was. I felt myself tense up and heartbeat increase, I'm surprised she didn't hear how loud it was pounding in my chest. For this hour and a half, it was a Swedish, and I felt a hand graze my ass. I repressed a sigh as I blushed incredibly hard. How dare she?! I shook it off as an accident as I proceeded with the massage, but then she did it again. Once more, I held my breath and felt my core start to drip. It was rather embarrassing the affect this woman had on me. I never, ever got this way with anyone. As breathed out slowly, trying to regain myself, I started to work on my clients calf. As soon as I moved, so did she. This time, she actually grabbed my ass. My arousal was starting to get rather ridiculous as well as uncomfortable.

By the time it was ready to flip our guest over, I was so frazzled I couldn't see straight. My panties were soaked, my breath was uneven, and I was starting to tremble ever so slightly. The woman just grabbed my ass! What was I supposed to do?! Stop the session and have a word with her? No, I couldn't…although it did cross my mind.

When I sat down to work on my client's feet, I heard Emma ask how the pressure was as she sat down at the head of the table to work the neck. When the hum of a response came though, Emma smiled slightly then looked over at me flirtatiously. "Wow, you are so tight in this area." the client chuckled and retorted saying he had been stressed at work recently. I knew what she was doing. She wouldn't have looked at me like that if she wasn't. She was truly torturing me. She didn't have to say that smirking at me. "Just take a deep breath for me." I found myself taking the breath for the client as I could hardly breathe.

When that session was over, I practically ran out of the room to see if our next guest had arrived. Thankfully, they were running late. I actually wanted them to cancel so I could get the hell out of here. I needed wine immediately! I walked into the bathroom to get my head together, tell myself she was toying with me. I washed my hands then pressed my cold hands on my face to wake myself up from the haze I was in. I sighed for a moment then got really curious about my undergarments. I needed to take them off. The wet friction was starting to chafe my skin. When I pulled my pants down my eyes bulged. I was so wet that there was a visible wet spot in my scrubs. Thank Heavens our scrubs were dark purple. When I removed the lacy material, I saw my own essence. It was thick and slick, I was so embarrassed. How did this happen? How did a women who completely irk me get me this drenched? I shoved them into my pocket before exiting the bathroom then placing them secretly into my purse before heading to the couples room to change the sheets before our guest arrived.

The door was open and Emma wasn't in the room. Relief flooded my system as I stripped the table. I needed some time away from her. Which didn't last but two seconds. When Emma came in, she closed the door and smirked. She didn't say anything, just smirked. I had lost my patience.

"What the hell was that?!" I imploded, throwing my sheets on the floor.

"What was what?" she asked innocently.

I was tiring of this game. "Why did you…" I stopped to walk towards her and whispered, "grab me? Who do you think you are?!" Emma was wickedly grinning from ear to ear as she casually continued making her table. "Is this some sort of sick game to you?" When I was met with no response again, I sighed and turned to finish my side of the room before she grabbed my wrist. Just as I was about to lash out, she spoke.

"No."

"No? What do you mean no?"

"It's not a game. I just…couldn't take not…touching you." This time it was Emma turning red.

"So you thought the appropriate time would be in the middle of a massage session with people in the room?!" Emma raised her eyebrows.

"I wasn't thinking, I just…felt the energy."

The fact that she picked up on my intense energy made me want to crawl into a hole. "And who said that I wanted that?"

"Umm…your energy. Your body language. I could tell." She stated it as a matter-of-factly. She got into my personal space as she glanced at my lips. My body froze. She eased closer my face and whispered, "I could smell you." A shiver ran down my spine as I gaped at her as she went back to what she was doing.

I suddenly felt my mouth dry. "W-what?" I croaked. "H-how?" Now I'm stuttering? "That's impossible."

"Actually, it isn't. it's very hot in here, and I have hyperosmia…which is an high olfactory acuity." She smirked. I couldn't believe it! I was so incredibly stunned.

Embarrassed, I went back to my side of the room and finished my table before heading to the door. Just before I made it to my freedom, she blocked me. "Move out of the way Miss. Swan." I huffed. "You've done quite enough."

"Not until you admit you're attracted to me."

"Don't fool yourself Swan."

"I bet if I were to just…" she took a single finger and traced my arm before reaching my hand then taking her other hand to grip my hip. "slip my hand into…here." She popped my pants and I gasped. "I would find you incredibly drenched and I haven't even done anything."

"You're cocky." I breathed.

"Am I wrong?" She quirked with that damn luminous smile.

"Yes…" I lied.

"Liar." The proximity of her face to mine and her hand in mine with her touching my hip…I was starting to lose focus and was sure I felt my essence start to slide down my thigh. Fuck. Just as I was about to give in and kiss this woman, she said, "But, I guess you couldn't handle me anyway." And opened the door, leaving me in utter flames. My body was on fire and I wasn't sure if I could handle another service. How dare she! She doesn't know me! How presumptuous of her!

When I went to check on our guest, they still weren't here. They were about fifteen minutes late. I prayed that they wouldn't show up so I could bolt. This tension was becoming way too much for me to handle. Of course, as soon as I thought they, they checked in. "Fuck…" Well, on the plus side it will only be roughly an hour.

When the session started this time, she did the same thing as last time. She removed her shirt and gazed at me for a moment. The hot energy was still there, and I didn't know if I could deal with the way she was looking at me. They way a wolf looks at it's prey. I ignored her after that. I wanted this massage to be over with. I contemplated toying with her in return, but I quickly changed my mind. If I was going to have Miss. Emma Swan, I was going to take charge. Not during a massage. Luckily, yet sadly, she didn't touch me this session.

However, the next time we made eye contact, I noticed her looking at my lips then back at my eyes. I smirked before I licked my lips then took my bottom lip into my mouth. Her mouth dropped and her expression became hazy. I was very proud. Just you wait, I thought.

Relieved when the massage was over, I started closing down the break room since Emma and I were the only therapist left for the night. I put away my lotion and notified the front desk I'd take care of locking up tonight. I began cleaning up the room while Emma brought the guest to the relaxation room. When she came back into the room, she closed the door like the last time. But this time, I prowled over to her and pushed her against the wall with one hand. Her eyebrows shot up in complete shock. "You're way too cocky Miss. Swan. It really doesn't look good on you."

"So what are you going to do, your majesty?" my eyes darkened at the title. It was very empowering and only made me want to dominate her more. I gripped her chin and pulled her into a hard, passionate kiss. Her lips tasted so good, they were so soft…just as I had always imagined. She grabbed a hold of my waist then grabbed my ass. I gasped into the kiss before moving to her neck to whisper, "Why are you so obsessed with my ass."

"Because it's so round and-ah!" She moaned lightly before I nipped at her pulse point. "S-soft. I just needed to-fuck Regina-grab it."

Her grip tightened around my voluptuous ass and I groaned in pleasure. The kiss intensified when I claimed her mouth all over again. Slipping my tongue into her mouth, we both moaned into the kiss. I ran my hands up and down her chest, feeling her hard nipples through her bra. "Fuck Regina," she moaned slamming her head back against the wall. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this." she said in between breaths. God she sounded much more sexier than I had ever imagined.

"Me either, dear." I hummed, licking my tongue up the other side of her neck, taking her earlobe into my mouth, nibbling it. "You have no idea." I whispered. I took her hand and brought it into my pants. Her eyes opened wide as she realized I wasn't wearing any underwear. When our hands met my incredibly drenched core, we both let out a breathy moan.

"Holy fuck Regina." We began rubbing my lips I fell forward, head landing onto the crook of her neck. "You must have been miserable today." she breathed.

"I blame you." I groaned. I couldn't take much more of this. Especially when she took control and dipped a finger easily into my swollen cunt. I hitched my breath before moaning into her mouth. "Fuck." I kissed her harder, taking her tongue into my mouth and sucking on it. With each suck I took on her tongue, she pumped into me.

"God Regina, you're so fucking wet! Did I do that?" she said seriously. All I could do was nod before she slipped another finger inside of me.

"L-lock the door Em-ma." With a flick of her hand, she locked the door and turned the volume up just incase someone was close by. Emma shoved me onto the table and practically ripped my pants off of me. I shivered at the exposure of my cunt. It felt like ice.

"Oh my God Regina, you're pants have a huge wet spot in the middle." she said in awe. I already knew that. I knew it had gotten much bigger and unbearable.

"Shut up and fuck me." I demanded. I couldn't take it anymore. Emma, for once, listened and rammed her two fingers back inside of me. It took all of me not to scream. The faster she pumped inside of me, my thighs began to tremble. I knew it was so wrong to have sex at work…let alone on a massage table, but I couldn't help it anymore. There was no turning back now. Emma shoved my shirt up to kiss my stomach then made her way down to my core. My heart quickened and when her mouth made contact, I bit my wrist to stop myself from letting myself lose control completely. I felt Emma smirk into me as her tongue flicked my needy clit. I wrapped my thighs around her shoulders and began to roll my hips into her mouth. Her mouth was down there for maybe a minute before I unraveled and came so incredibly hard in her mouth. I gripped her hair and the table beneath me and bit my lip so hard I'm sure I drew blood. Emma didn't stop until I shoved her head away. You could hear how wet I was by the way she kissed my lips. I shivered when she finally stopped. When she came up, ever so slowly, her lips were incredibly wet. I flushed in return.

"Wow Regina…that was…amazing." she breathed.

I smirked, pulling her shirt down to me, "Oh, I'm not done with you yet, dear."