This should be a lot shorter, but whatever. It comes here because it has no connection to anything I've written with them before, even if the tone is quite the same. Enjoy!
Cold nights in Storybrooke are usually faced with a rather calming silence coursing through the empty streets, once no one wants to stay out in the freezing cold weather so typical in Maine. That's why an attentive person passing by the Sheriff's Station would probably hear the loud moan coming from inside. No one can hear it though. No one can see what's happening thanks to a cloaking spell, which is not cheap at all.
David's deep groans are filling up the room for Regina hasn't spoken a single word since she suddenly stormed inside the station a little after 10 P.M. His legs and arms are firmly tied to his chair and for some reason he can't move his torso even if he knows he can do it. And not moving is torture.
Oh, and he is absolutely, undeniably and gloriously naked!
Regina sits in front of him, the paper work he was filling up scattered all over the floor, his desk now wiped clean. She's also very much naked, skin flushed with arousal. She's gasping and writhing with each stroke of her fingers inside her slick pussy. David can only watch and lick his lips, practically salivating for a taste of her, but he can't freaking move.
"Regina, why are you doing this?" His voice is pleading and husky. He is confused. Maybe he upset her somehow during the town meeting early that week. Maybe she didn't like the way he spoke to her when Henry invited him to dinner at the mansion. Still, he can't help the lust burning inside him for his sexy lover.
She doesn't reply. Instead, she gets up from where she's sat touching herself and silences him by taking her soaked finger out of her pussy, running it over his lips, wetting them before taking his lower lip between her teeth and planting a lingering kiss on them. When he thinks about deepening the kiss, she retreats, leaving him with his mouth hanging open and a look of frustration in his eyes.
"Do I need a reason to visit my favorite public worker," she crouches down, leveling their eyes, looking at him with an intensity he didn't see before. Her eyes drop to his lips when she racks her nails down his neck, spending some time touching and pulling at his nipples. She nuzzles his cheek gently and touches the shell of his ear with the tip of her tongue before whispering, "Do I need a reason to take him when he's tied to his own chair?"
A strangled whimper leaves his lips when she bumps her nose to his, holding his jaw tenderly and looking into his eyes like they were the lights guiding her life. Then, when she fuses her mouth to his, running the tip of her tongue along his upper lip, eagerly opening her mouth to his probing tongue, David thinks that maybe they are not so lonely as he believed them to be. He wants to talk about this. He wants to discuss everything that has been going on between them, but she won't give him a chance, not tonight.
Regina straddles his hips, hands holding his shoulders firmly, looking intently at him, eyes dark as the night surrounding them. Her labored breathing telling him that she's just as affected by him as he is by her.
She grasps his shaft in her hand, stroking him a few times, delighted by the sounds he makes only for her. She brushes the tip along her slit before taking him in one quick motion, gasping at the way he always stretches her.
She plants her feet on the floor and holds his shoulders for leverage, gyrating her hips once, twice, kissing her way up from his chest to his jaw, pecking his lips just before she slams herself down his shaft, making him gasp loudly.
David is looking at her, pleading in quiet whispers for her to release him, to let him touch her. Regina looks up at him, eyes dark and full of lust and something else he can't quite put his finger on, but he has no time to think about it because he suddenly feels his legs free. He can't touch her properly yet, but he still manages to thrust his hips up a handful of times, hitting that spot inside her that leaves her gasping for air and grabbing the back of his neck to bring his lips to hers in a heated exchange, sloppy and hot. The smell of sweat, sex and wonder intoxicates his mind and blacks out her thoughts, reducing the world to what they have now, because it's true and only theirs to bear.
She waves a hand once again and the next second his arms are free, both hands flying to her waist, kneading the tender flesh, while he pistons his hips up, meeting her thrust for thrust; gasp for gasp.
And David, as transfixed as he is with her beautiful face contorted in pleasure, forgets about himself and lets her ride their pleasure, running his hands up and down her back, groaning when she crushes his lips to his once again, and her breasts press against his chest, her gasps and whimpers heightening his senses.
She picks up the pace, a tight sensation at the pit of her stomach spreading throughout her body, making her muscles start to quiver. They're looking at each other, a hand in his shoulder, another flying to her clit, circling it with quick motions, her eyelids half closed, her lips parted.
He's holding back as much as he can, but it won't last longer if she keeps touching herself like that. He loves watching her, loves taking her when she shows up out of nowhere at the station, but today it's everything about her and her needs and her cries of pleasure.
He feels her body tense, the muscles of her belly tight, her thighs grasping his with a strength he never thought she had. He leaves a trail of wet kisses up the column of her neck, up to her lips, kissing her deep and hard, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth, pulling her hips down to his, feeling her whole body tensing even further. "That's it, Regina, come for me," he whispers into her ear, and she tumbles down over the edge, her screams filling his heart with a delightful sense of pleasure.
He thrusts up a handful of times more before he reaches his high, slamming her hips down to his and stilling her movements when he comes inside her, her walls fluttering around him when their eyes lock together once again.
"It makes no sense for you to come here and just tie me up like that," David reasons with Regina, she just laughs and picks up her bra.
"I can do whatever I want, don't forget I'm still the Mayor of this town," she snorts and rests her head on his shoulder when he holds her.
"How can I forget when I have to send you a monthly report that basically says the same thing just because you think it's important to keep track of the history of this department," he mocks her and laughs when she turns in his arms with an indignant look in her face.
"Well, given that every single time you come to my office to discuss the report you ask for the last hour in my agenda, I don't think you have much to complain about," she sticks her tongue out and frees herself from his hold, dressing up quickly, giving him a quick kiss and leaves before she pounces on him once again.
Later, when he's properly dressed again, David looks around his office and the mess they both did, smiling fondly at this woman he so loves. "I have no reason to complain, Madam Mayor, not at all."