Rating: M

Emma sat on the hood of her yellow VW parked just off the street behind the mayor's house. The night air was cool and crisp, and Emma was glad she didn't have to break into Regina's garage to keep her car from being seen, since everyone would be at Granny's for quite some time tonight.

"You'd better hope to hell you didn't bring anything else back." Emma shuddered as Regina's harsh words played back in her head. Even Regina knew that her own jealousy, while not unfounded, reeked of hypocrisy. The dark beauty had been parading around town for weeks clasping hands with Robin, making sure she was seen. "I have to keep up appearances," she'd say, but it didn't lessen the twinge Emma felt in her stomach when she'd seen Robin kissing Regina longingly in front of the diner not even an hour ago...and it damn sure didn't help that Regina was so good at looking like she was enjoying it.

Emma smirked. There was no denying that she got a certain sense of satisfaction from cock-blocking Robin. But she felt immature for letting herself get so upset over seeing Regina kiss someone else. "Those lips are mine," she thought, hearing it in her head, sounding like a petulant child. When she and Regina kissed, it was powerful—emotional, deep, true. Swan noticed that she was subconsciously squeezing her thighs together, creating friction where things were getting warm. The blonde cleared her throat and lifted herself off the hood of the car for a second, quickly settling back down into a new, less pleasurable position. "Ahhhhh!," she screamed out, exasperated. She seriously needed to organize her thoughts and figure out what she would say once Regina arrived, but she couldn't stop thinking about how sexy the mayor is...especially when she's out for vengeance.

"Ha!" Emma balked aloud at the thought of letting Killian fuck her. Tonight was practically the first time they'd really kissed, and truth be told she loved the flattery much more than really being attracted to him. She had a dream about having sex with Killian once, and it was very telling. In the dream, although she was with Killian physically, in her mind she vividly heard the Queen's moans and deep laughter, and Emma was clenching her eyes as she climaxed, picturing Regina's dark eyes piercing into hers and baring gritted teeth the way she did the time she had fucked her gloriously with a strap-on. Emma considered as she waited in the silence the possibility that she would gradually be worn down by Hook's persistence. He reminded her of the Queen in so many ways—his clothes, his brazenness, his thirst to get what he wants. Of course, Killian's bad boy routine paled in comparison to the resolve of the Evil Queen, and so did—well—everything else.

Emma heard the quiet click-clack of the mayor's steps approaching and she shook herself out of her daydreaming mode and back to reality. She wasn't sure how she missed seeing Regina's car pull past hers into the driveway. Damn. She really was distracted.

Emma lifted her head, slowly shifting her gaze from the VW's front bumper, down to the pavement, and then over to find sleek legs gliding atop four inch heels and scissoring proficiently toward her down the front drive. "Snap out of it, Swan." The mayor said, dryly. "We haven't got all day, here."

"Geez, I didn't see you drive in." Emma said, underscoring Regina's flair for the dramatic and hopping down off the car. "We need to talk," Emma said more seriously. Before she could even finish the sentence, Regina had pursed her lips and glanced at Swan with a brow raised in playful skepticism as she turned, and toned calves swiftly clacked their way back to the house. "I guess Regina doesn't feel like talking," Emma thought, intentionally trailing behind her with green eyes glued to Regina's well-rounded ass. She felt a tug of warmth between her own legs, and she wondered what kind of panties the mayor sported underneath.