Emma knew it was a bad idea- scratch that- Emma knew it was a horrible idea, quite possibly the worst idea she had ever had, and yet she couldn't find in herself to drag her lips away from where they were marking the flesh of Regina's neck.
The brunette moaned and turned her head to expose more skin to Emma's bruising mouth. She threaded one hand through the sheriff's long blonde hair, as the other hand ventured further south, wasting no time in dipping below the waistband of Emma's jeans to squeeze her ass firmly.
Emma tried to recall the steps which had led them to this point, they weren't drunk, they hadn't talked this through, heck, she wasn't quite sure why they were where they were now. In the entryway Regina's mansion, the brunette pushed up against the door, the kitchen light was still on from where Regina had been scrubbing dishes before Emma rang the doorbell, Henry was with Mary- Margaret for the evening (the teacher seemed intent on keeping the boy away from Regina as much as possible since the curse lifted).
Emma had stopped by to argue with Regina, that was it.
She had just learnt that Regina was responsible for Graham's death, and she was intent on making the brunette pay for it.
Somewhere between storming into the mansion on a war path, and this compromising position, Regina had cut her off by cornering her against the door and laving attention against the blonde's pule point. Shortly thereafter, Emma had flipped their positions, and returned the favor.
Emma was drawn back to the present by the hand in her hair pulling her back up, Regina pulled her other hand out from where she had been exploring Emma's shapely backside, and instead took the sheriff's hand in her own. She tugged Emma away from the door and towards the staircase.
Emma followed obediently for a couple of steps before pulling away to regard the mayor seriously a moment, "What are we doing, Regina? What does this mean?"
An unrecognizable expression flashed over the brunette's face as Emma was able to truly get a good look at her since the circumstances of her visit to the mansion had changed. Regina paused a moment before stalking back to Emma predatorily, her voice dropped low, "It doesn't have to mean anything. Just stop thinking, baby, and let me fuck you."
The request was delivered in such a sultry tone that Emma almost missed the meaning behind it. But as she met Regina's empty eyes, the undertone became painfully clear.
Regina used the word 'baby' so she wouldn't have to say Emma's actual name, she said the uncharacteristically crude term 'fuck' so that Emma would know that's all it was. They weren't having sex, and they certainly wouldn't be making love. This was to be a transaction, a mutual itch being scratched and nothing more.
Emma didn't want that, she wanted everything, all of Regina, but the emptiness in the brunette's eyes scared her and she didn't know what do to other than nod and follow when Regina tugged her hand again to lead her upstairs.
The only words shared between them from that point on was simple directives, Regina refused to let Emma kiss her, and when they were done, the blonde rolled out of bed, in search of her clothes before she even regained her breath.
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