"No fucking way, Emma. Not after last time."

"Please August. Blue will do it, if she thinks it is for a good reason!"

August shook his head. "Emma, NO. You want me to prostitute myself. You saw the way she looked at me today, she was pissed OFF. If I run out on her again she will probably rip out my heart!"

Emma scoffed. "Come on, we both know she can't do that."

August gave her a knowing look as she turned around. He hated the Evil Queen, hated everything she stood for, and the thought of enabling Emma with this…fantasy of hers, seemed detrimental. She was the Savior, and he didn't see how it could be helpful at all. Yet Blue told him he must be selfless…

"How long would you need my body…and what would you be doing with it?"

She walked past him and grabbed the keys to his motorcycle, looking like she was on a dangerous mission, not like she was off to seduce someone. "August who cares what I am doing with it, you won't know about it."

"I will if you leave me in the condition I was in last time. Have you ever heard the term blue balls?" Emma gave him a look of disgust. He looked at Emma from head to toe. "Then again…maybe I'll just do whatever I want with your body while I have it?"

He looked back up, a twinkle in his eye, to find the hard, determined eyes of Emma. "What will we tell Blue?"

…..

A few hours later, Emma rode up on August's motorcycle. Parking it far away in case Henry was still awake, she walked up the pathway to the front door, trying to figure out how she would get Regina's attention without loudly knocking on the door. There was apparently no need. As she approached the door, a voice behind her spoke.

"What are you doing here August?"

Emma turned around. "Finally figured out my name?"

She looked down at the ground, then back up, her eyes full of fury. "I am the Mayor. I thought I should know who would come into my house, take…liberties…and then run off with that bitch. What were you two after?" She placed her hands on her hips, eyes that looked black in the moonlight glinting. "What plan is that stupid girl hatching?"

"No plan," Emma lied, and then took a deep breath. "Why do you hate Miss Swan?"

Regina rolled her eyes, looking more annoyed than angry now. "What's not to hate? Her stupid blonde hair, and her accusatory eyes. Oh and let's not forget that she is trying to take my son away from me. Yes yes, Sheriff Swan makes my life so much easier." She turned away, looking at the moon.

Emma moved up behind her, placing August's hands on Regina's shoulders, feeling them tense. "You should give her a chance."

Regina scoffed. "Take your hands off of me."

She left her hands right where they were, sliding her hands down Regina's shoulders to her hips and pulling her back so she was leaning against him. "Give Emma a chance, she just wants to get to know you."

Regina put her hands on top of Emma's, taking them off of her hips. "Is that what you call what you do with her? Getting to know her?"

Emma pushed her body up behind Regina's, this time only placing one hand on her hip, and the other snaked around the front of her, moving aside her hair as Regina's eyes closed, and pushing her hand between the lapels of her dress shirt. "If I asked you to get to know her like that, would you do it?" Emma felt the now familiar tightening of fabric as Regina's breath quickened, her head moving to one side to expose the creamy expanse of her bare neck, earrings just brushing her cheek as she did so.

"Are you asking me for a threesome?" Regina asked, her voice sounding languid and lazy.

"No," whispered Emma. "I'm asking you to play a game of make believe with me".

"With someone I hate."

"With someone you have chemistry with."

"No."

Emma breathed in the heady scent of apples that seemed to always accompany Regina, loving how it smelled so comforting but so dangerous at the same time. She lowered her mouth, slipping her tongue out and dragging it from behind her ear down to her collarbone. Then she put her lips together and blew softly, feeling Regina shudder in her arms. "Are you ready?" Regina hesitated, her mouth slightly parted, as she weighed the options. Then she gave one curt nod, and gave in.

"What would she be wearing? Would she be dressed as classy as you are?"

Regina shook her head. "It wouldn't ah..it wouldn't fit her," she said breathlessly. "Jeans…and that ridiculous leather jacket."

Emma chuckled. "So…you like the jacket?"

Regina scoffed. "I hate it. Nevertheless, she would wear it."

Emma continued her exploration of Regina, planting little nips and kisses along her bare shoulders as she unbuttoned another button.

"Mmmm and would she touch you like this?" Emma asked, as she slipped the hand on her waist around, sliding one finger back and forth along the waistline of her pants. "Would she do things slowly or.."

"No," Regina panted, her breaths coming quickly now, and her body leaning into Emma's hands wherever she put them, her body moving up and down along the arousal that was pressing into her buttocks. "Miss Swan has no patience," Regina gasped, turned her face and kissing Emma deeply. Emma groaned into her mouth, forgetting how heated and sweet the Mayor's mouth was. She walked Regina up to the doorframe, pushing her against it and grinding into her. "Would she do something like this?"

Regina smiled a little. "Yes she wouldn't be able to wait".

Emma moved her hands through Regina's hair, feeling it flowing through her finger as her other hand reached ever lower. She yanked on the buttons of Regina's pants, sliding her hand behind her underwear, moaning when she met moisture.

"Emma," Regina whispered, tilting her head back so that it rested on August's shoulder. Her name coming from between the darker woman's lips sent a surge of desire through Emma. "Tell me you want her," she rasped as her fingers played at the entrance. "Yes…please…Emma please…"

Emma moved slowly, paying homage to every part of Regina's neck, and ear, breast and hip, running her hand up and down her body while the other played a game of its own below. The dark haired woman's breathing became more labored as she came closer and closer, and then it hitched, and Regina slumped against her, half of her weight being supported by the doorframe, the other by Emma.

Pieces of her black hair were stuck to her face, caught in the sweat that had appeared on her face. Her face was rosy, and a light flush was spread over her shoulders and collarbone. Emma pressed herself the full length of Regina, trying to soak in the woman's afterglow.

"Regina?" she asked, running her hands along the Queen's arms, temporarily interlacing their fingers.

"Hmm?" she asked, her brain working to overcome the wonderful fog in which it was encased.

"I think we both know who you really want."