Alright, more coming up! Everyone's been liking it so far [which surprises me to no end] so let's get going!

This time a lot less talking from me. A lot more talking for Emma and Regina though!


Prompt 2: Phone sex or sexting


Emma glanced at the clock, noting that, much to her chagrin, only two minutes had passed since she last had checked it. The pile of paperwork on her desk was slowly diminishing, and she ached to go home.

Of course, she would've already gotten home if Regina hadn't forbidden her from doing so until she finished the paperwork. But she supposed the Mayor had a point in forcing her to finish, everything was at least 2 weeks late. So she had made herself comfy with a large order from Granny's including coffee, snacks, a light dinner, and more coffee, and got to work.

That was two hours ago, and she only got through 5 incident case reports. She had at least 5 more to go. Picking up her cellphone, Emma made the automatic motion of going to text Regina.

Emma: Can I just call it a day and leave the rest for tomorrow?

She hadn't even finished putting the phone back down before Regina responded.

Regina: No. You have to finish it Emma, not keep pushing it away.

Emma: But I'm tired and this is so boring and I want to go home!

Regina: You sound like a child. Did you get through life with this mentality?

Emma: Yep, and it's worked well so far.

Regina: Clearly noted. But my answer is still no. Perhaps if you texted less and focused more on your work you might see some results done.

Emma gave a mocking laugh. It was easy for her to say so. She was comfortably at home texting.

Emma: Not fair. Maaaaaybe, you could give me an incentive to finish?

Regina: ...

Regina: Seriously? Is going home to your wife not enough incentive for you?

Emma flinched.

Emma: Bad wording.

Emma: I mean, something to make the time go faster? I don't know.

Getting no immediate response, she set her phone down and pulled folder number 6 to her. Yet another exciting incident of Pongo running away. Fishing for her pen, Emma looked over the chicken scratch she had written as a summary of events on the scrap lined piece of paper so she could transfer it into something more professional and official sounding for the report. Sometimes she had half a mind to just bullshit through it and see if anyone noticed.

Regina probably would, and then lecture her from here till kingdom come.

Hearing her phone alert her to a new message, she picked it up, and swallowed heavily as she read the words Regina had sent.

Regina: Oh? Like perhaps imagining me laying in bed alone and desperately wishing you could come home and have your way with me?

Emma:...Well, that's a good point.

Regina: Maybe I'm putting on a show and slowly removing my clothes, but there's no one to see.

Emma's mouth was drying up. She wasn't actually about to do what Emma thought she was doing.

Regina: It's such a pity. The room is so cold, the air's nipping at my shoulders, and no one's there to warm them.

Regina: What's worse, I'm running my hands over my breasts, imagining it's you touching them, fondling them. Perhaps a pinch here and there...

Emma: REGINA!

Regina: What's wrong, darling? you said you wanted an incentive.

Emma: If you mean an incentive for me to ditch everything and poof to our bedroom, then YEAH

She could just imagine Regina's evil smirk and chuckle.

Regina: Oh don't think I was going to do this without a few conditions. Promise you'll play fair?

Emma could hardly imagine what was next, but she nodded before she realized that Regina wouldn't see it, and she responded accordingly.

Regina: Good. So this is how it'll work. When you finish one report, you will let me know, and I will continue. And no cheating. I know how long you take Emma, so if you do finish early, I want photographic proof. Ready?

Emma: Hell yeah.

Emma diligently worked through the 6th report, and once she was done, she let Regina know.

Regina: Good. Can you just imagine how much I want you?

Regina: This bed is so empty Emma, don't you want to be here?

Regina: Hmm, just dipping my fingers into my panties and I'm so wet.

Regina: I suppose I'll have to make do while you are finishing...

Emma took this as her cue to get back to work. Oh she was so going to get Regina back for this. Probably while she was at a meeting. See if she liked a taste of her own medicine.

The 7th report was finished, and she once again turned to her phone.

Emma: For the record, you are evil.

Regina: Have you really only realized that now? It's part of my name.

Emma: Hilarious. I'm done the next report.

Regina: Oh Emma, you should see it. I'm just imagining it's you teasing my clit and pulling the rest of my clothes off.

Regina: If only you could hear the sounds I'm making.

Taking matters into her own hands - mainly because she wasn't sure she would be able to complete the last four reports at this rate - Emma called Regina's cell.

"Yes?" The husky voice that responded left no doubt that Regina was very horny at the moment.

"Regina, I have half a mind of just taking you the moment I come in through that door," Emma responded, her voice catching at her throat with arousal.

"Wouldn't you rather prefer that I take care of you? After all, you have been working so much, my brave Sheriff."

Emma gaped a bit, her breath becoming a bit more laboured. "W-what did you, uhm, have i-in mind?"

"Well I would start by pushing you down on the bed, divest you of your clothes, and show you how much I love you. I would start by kissing you, slowly and sensually. Then I would move further down. Do you want me to continue, Emma?"

It seemed that Emma's brain had checked out for the moment, and the silence just made Regina laugh a rich and wonderful laugh. "I've made the great Emma Swan speechless. Now come on, work on your next report, you're almost done."

Kicking herself into gear, Emma got to work, staying on the line. "You are amazing," Emma breathlessly said after she finally recovered her voice and most of her brain.

"Oh you haven't seen anything yet. How many reports do you have?"

"Four," Emma groaned.

"Then you better get going."

Regina waited while Emma finished the report, muttering about dogs and leashes and chipmunks all the while. Then the subject of the mutterings changed to old ladies and owls, leading Regina to ask, "Emma, are you trying to finish all the reports?"

"Yes, otherwise I don't think my brain will recover," Emma responded with a grin.

"Well after you finish this one, take a break, you'll be nearly done," Regina murmured enticingly.

And so Emma did. She finished the 9th report and put her pen down, sliding ever so slightly down her chair to spread her legs out a bit more. "So, where were we?"

"Well I was getting ready to eat you out," Regina responded coyly. "You see, while I love trailing kisses down your chest, I find your scent enticing. so I wrap my arms around your thighs, and begin to lick and suck your clit, listening to how you respond to my ministrations."

Regina certainly didn't have to imagine very much for what the sounds would be, Emma was very close to just making the sounds herself.

"Ah ah ah, no touching," Regina tutted. "As much as I like tasting you, I'd rather not have the reports reeking of it."

Emma let out a groan. "Come on babe. I can't go home and you're basically making me horny as a 13 year old boy, what am I supposed to do?"

"Finish the reports and you can find out."

"I hate you right now," Emma growled, picking up the pen as if she was going to use it to stab something. Putting her phone down, she pressed the speaker button and dragged the penultimate folder still needing her attention. "Freaking bureaucracy. I'm gonna be hiring some lowly intern for this shit."

Regina laughed. "You're going to put some sorry teenager down to do the paperwork you're too lazy to do?"

"Yes. I'm the freaking Saviour, since when do I have to do paperwork? Did you make your guards do paperwork?" Emma savagely ground out.

"Ooh, someone's got an ego," Regina teased. "And no. But if you want to go live in the medieval age of no electricity and societal advances, just to escape paperwork, I'm sure something can be arranged."

Emma silently mocked Regina. "Honestly, this is humiliating! I've got a police force that's 7 people strong, and somehow no one can do the paperwork?"

"Well, as the senior officer of the law in this town, you are the only one with enough authority to complete the paperwork and ensure me that everything is accurate."

"That's not an actual thing, right?" Emma asked, finishing the 10th report. While Regina droned on about rules and regulations, Emma rushed through the last one, certain that her handwriting was illegible, but then again, there was no rule about it. That she knew of.

Before Regina even knew what was happening, Emma had materialized in front of her with the smuggest grin she had ever seen. As they both simultaneously hanged up, Emma made her way closer to the bed, eyes raking over Regina's naked body.

"So, you said something about taking care of your 'brave Sheriff'?"

Regina smirked widely as she sat up and pulled Emma onto the bed by grabbing the lapels of her jacket. Connecting their lips with a kiss Regina moved so that she was now above Emma. Straddling her wife, Regina made a simple hand gesture to make the other woman's clothes vanish. "Much better. Now, did you finish everything?"

Emma whined, moving her hips with want. "Regina, come on."

Seeing that she wasn't going to budge, Emma sighed and added, "Yes I did. It might not be readable, but it's finished."

It was good enough for Regina. "Now," she smirked, before giving Emma a swift kiss on the lips, feeling Emma move her hands into her hair, "let me," Regina's mouth trailed down her chin and towards her neck, peppering kisses along, "show you," she took each breast into her mouth and swirled her tongue over the tip, receiving some content moans for her ministrations, "what I," she moved down Emma's abdomen, kissing and nipping the skin, "had in mind," she finished, reaching her destination.


Well then! That's where I leave things, hopefully it was good...even though I have very little idea with how sexting works to the point I just switched to phone sex [which probably wasn't much better, but oh well!]

Next up: Pinning against the wall!

Question, do you like having the next prompt revealed, or would you prefer for it to be a surprise?