Alright then!

Reviews kinda dropped significantly, but for now I'm just going to blame that on ff net's terribad notification system that was delayed and is glitching up on me.

So the options on public space were pretty evenly spread out between two places, so I decided to improvise.

This is going to be fun, and Regina's going to be vindictive, so let's get started.

Prompt 4: Winding the other up in public

Regina was currently gripping the table in front of her, her knuckles white. She was biting her lip and rolling her shoulders to the point that she probably looked like she had a bug crawling up her body.

"Regina? Are you sure you're alright?" Belle asked, peeking from her seat in the circulation desk.

She found that she could only nod, not trusting her voice to waver and stutter.

To anyone, it looked like Regina was sitting by herself, continuing her research on Storybrooke's newest problem. But she knew better.

And she was so going to get her revenge on Emma afterwards.

When her wife had gotten up to go to the bathroom, Regina hadn't thought much of it. When she heard the quiet sounds of someone trying to be subtle but failing miserably, and found no one around, she had just shrugged it off. When she felt hands ghost over her legs and push her thighs a bit apart, making her skirt ride up, she jumped enough to hit her knees on the table, prompting Belle to ask her once for her well-being.

"Y-yes," she had answered, heart in her throat.

"Shh," she heard Emma whisper. "Don't want to attract attention, do we?"

Regina was ready to glare at Emma, but when she looked below the table, she saw nothing. No, not nothing. There, shimmering under her glare, was the faint outline of her wife. Of course she would make herself invisible to have her wicked way with Regina without anyone noticing.

"Whatever you are about to do," Regina began to harshly whisper, "you can cease and desist right now because I-" the rest of her sentence was cut short as the sensation of her wife's fingers overwhelmed her, brushing past her thighs, making her buck in her seat and clutch the edge of the table.

"Fuck," she whispered.

Seeming encouraged by this, she felt Emma shift her head closer between Regina's thighs, pushing her underwear to the side with one hand, while the other hand was still circling her clit. Then Emma's tongue got to work, and Regina felt her composure slip with every lick.

Her attempts at trying to keep quiet and immobile were for now subpar, which led to Belle once more asking about her well-being.

That's where she found herself now. Being eaten out by her currently invisible wife while she tried to maintain a facade of normality, and also while Belle kept giving her weird glances.

Sneaking one hand under the table, she found Emma's head and pushed her closer to her core, and her thighs pressed closer to Emma's ears, ensuring her that Emma would stay there until finished.

And she didn't disappoint. Being well-practised on what made her feel good, Emma wasted no time in overwhelming her arousal. Between the licking, the touches, the pressure and the subtle hums of satisfaction Emma made, Regina had half a mind of just teleporting them to their room and having Emma finish this properly. But there was something enticing about doing it in public, where anyone could find them. Although right now the only person who could discover them was Belle, if the librarian stood up and walked closer to Regina, they would be discovered.

As it was, she was so into her wife's ministrations, she almost missed her phone ringing. Scrambling to grab the phone, she let go of Emma's head, and her thighs slackened their grip.

It was Mary Margaret, just great.

"Mary Margaret, how are you?" she greeted, just feeling Emma chuckle against her dripping vagina.

"I'm fine. where are you guys?" Mary Margaret responded.

Before Regina could respond, she felt Emma return to her ministrations, doubling her efforts, making her spasm audibly.

"Is everything alright?" Mary Margaret pressed.

From the front desk, Belle was finding it hard to ignore Regina's strange movements, and she stood up, brows furrowing, seemingly not seeing anything out of the ordinary except Regina's strange movements.

"Yes, I'm fine," she answered loudly, trying to appease both women. "Just a strange twitch. Anyway, why are you calling?"

"Regina, you and Emma were joining us for lunch at Granny's, remember? I tried to call Emma's cell, but she wasn't answering, so I decided to call and see if everything was fine."

Right then her spine straightened as if she had been shocked, the pressure on her clit overwhelming. "Oh," she squeaked, before clearing her throat and trying again. "She's fine, she just had to go to the bathroom."

She moved her left hand back down to tangle in Emma's head, letting her know just how much trouble she was in. "We'll be there in a few minutes. We got carried away with our research."

"Alright, see you in a bit," Mary Margaret said, seemingly believing her story. When they hung up, Regina used her hand tangled in Emma's head to pull her back with a squeak and a sloppy slurp.

"You are going to pay for this," Regina growled, noting thankfully that Belle was back to focusing on her work. Continuing, she said, "Go clean up, and meet me back here."

As Regina cleared their table, she uncomfortably rubbed her thighs together, hoping the friction might reduce the itch between her legs. She felt unsatisfied, and that made her cranky. Which meant that Regina had already thought up of the perfect revenge to punish Emma with.

"Hey babe, how are things?" Emma greeted, smiling smugly and coming to stand beside her, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

By way of answering, she grabbed the lapels of Emma's jacket and pulled her in for a bruising kiss, making sure to nibble on Emma's lower lip, making her whimper. When they parted, she glared at her wife. "You know exactly how things are, and I can assure you, I will have my revenge."

To say Emma was antsy was an understatement. She was sitting beside Regina and across from her parents in a booth at Granny's. Regina had promised revenge, and she had long learned to never underestimate her wife's words. She would deliver. But right now Regina was just softly caressing Emma's right knee with her left hand.

When she felt Regina's hand move further upwards, she tensed. She wouldn't.

Mary Margaret was speaking, explaining something regarding their investigation towards Storybrooke's current menace, but Emma found that she couldn't concentrate as Regina's palm began to rub between her legs, over the jeans.

"Wouldn't you agree, Emma?" Mary Margaret finished, turning to her daughter.

"Huh?" Emma asked, having totally not been paying attention as she felt Regina's nimble fingers undo the button in her jeans. "I didn't catch that."

Her parents were both sporting looks of confusion, but still Mary Margaret repeated herself, and Emma forced herself to pay attention to that, and not Regina, who was slowly unzipping her.

"Oh yeah, yeah, sounds g-good," Emma said with a smile and a nod, feeling Regina resume her rubbing, but now was between her jeans and underwear. Fuck she wasn't going to last if Regina kept this up.

"Are you sure you're alright?" David asked, "You look a bit flushed."

She jerked as she felt Regina slide her hand back up to slip underneath her boy shorts, teasing her clit. "Y-yeah, just huh...hungry."

"Well you're in luck," Ruby had overheard and was waltzing over to them. "Here's your food!"

Although Emma was glad for the food, her naive belief that the food would allow her to keep her preoccupied from outing Regina's ministrations was a far cry from what was happening. She wasn't sure how Regina managed to do it, but every time she was about to bring a forkful of food to her mouth, Regina would add pressure or pinch her clit to make her spasm, and the fork to deviate from its course and hit her cheek instead.

After the 5th time, she glared at her wife, who just gave her an innocent smile. But her eyes, oh her eyes were mischievous, and full of mirth. This was only the beginning.

Eventually Emma was able to work out a system to allow her to eat, arduously trying to not react to Regina's ministrations. Especially when her fingers began to creep further deeper, and a finger slipped inside her. Giving a small yelp, she practically choked on her food.

"Are you alright, darling?" Regina asked. "Here, have some water, you look parched."

Emma took the glass, but that turned out being the wrong thing to do, as Regina didn't ease up with her ministrations, and the glass wobbled into her hand and spilled, drenching her jeans and Regina's hand, who took her hand back as if burned.

"You know what," Emma started as she put the glass down and fumbled to do her pants back up. "I need to go to the bathroom."

She scrambled to move out of the booth, getting Regina - who was sitting at the mouth of their seats - to stand up as she watched her flustered wife practically run to the bathroom, Giving the Charmings an apologetic smile, she said, "I'm going to go check on her."

Hurrying up, she managed to sneak her heel right between the door and the doorjamb before Emma was able to close the bathroom door.

"Regina," Emma whined, seeing who was blocking the door from being closed, and Regina saw that Emma was looking thoroughly flustered.

"Please," Regina pleaded, sneaking her hand through the space to stroke Emma's cheek.

Emma relented, opening the door to let her through, and then closing and locking it behind her.

"I'm sorry, I might have overdone on the teasing," Regina apologized.

Emma gave a small smile. "It's alright, I wasn't much better at the library."

Walking closer to Emma, Regina took the blonde into her arms, kissing her softly. "How about we leave and go back home so we can both finish what we started?"

"Sounds like the perfect plan," Emma grinned.

And yet another drabble completed! Tomorrow's the last one for the week, and I think everyone will enjoy what it is.

BUT I'm not going to tell you what it is, just leave you guessing~

Let me know what you thought!