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Regina walked purposefully into the Sheriff's station, an evil smile spread across sharp features. The sound of her heels echoed off the walls and down the hall as she approached the main lobby area outside of the holding cells, catching the blonde's attention before she even fully entered the room. Emma swallowed thickly, but refused to physically flinch. She remained calm and indifferent on the outside, yet her stomach was doing back flips. She kept her eyes glued to the file in her hands, never looking up at the approaching woman.

Regina walked toward the center of the room, scanning for the Sheriff, before spotting her casually sitting at her desk in her glass-walled office. Emma watched her approach the door and decided that the best way to not seem nervous was to seem confident. Maybe even borderline arrogant. She couldn't let the older woman know that she had gotten under her skin like that. As she walked through the door, Emma asked, "Back so soon?" without ever lifting her gaze from her file.

Regina, having walked into this office determined to have the upper hand, completely ignored the comment all together. Instead, she walked straight towards the desk, lifted Emma's feet off the metal surface, and dropped them to the floor, before sitting on the edge of the desk directly in front of her chair. The blonde opened her mouth to protest when Regina said, "You were wrong."

Closing her mouth again, she wrinkled her forehead in thought for a moment before answering, "I don't know what you're referring to, and yet I'm still not surprised that you think so." She tossed the file onto the nearby coffee table and leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms in front of her chest in an attempt to seem defiant and uninterested. She just wanted to distance herself from the sexy brunette perched so eloquently on the edge of her desk, her crossed legs leaving a slight shadow between the very same thighs that she desperately wanted to have her head between.

The brunette cocked her head to the side, then said, "Well, only half wrong."

"Okay, now I'm surprised," Emma quipped.

With a roll of her eyes, Regina continued, "Earlier, you said that if you wanted a good fuck, you'd find it elsewhere." She smiled as Emma squirmed in her seat, suddenly uncomfortable. "You're only half wrong. Sure, you can find a so-called 'good' fuck just about anywhere." She hooked her toes in the back of her shoe and kicked her heel off, letting it fall to the floor. "But," she practically purred as she slid her now bare foot along her jean clad thigh, "if you wanted to have the best sex you've ever experienced, you should've stayed."

Green eyes wide with anticipation, she swallowed hard and watched as Regina slid slowly up her leg, soon reaching the center of her jeans. She flicked her toes along the seam before sliding it back down. Clearing her throat, Emma challenged, "So, why don't you prove me wrong then?"

The brunette chuckled and she felt it start a fire deep in her loins. "Oh, I certainly will, dear," she purred, as she slid her dress further up her legs revealing flawless skin. Emma was so enraptured by the slow process in which Regina was practically undressing for her (for the second time that day) that she didn't even notice the brunette hooking her feet under the arms of the chair. Swiftly, she pulled the chair closer, catching her by surprise, before sliding off the desk and onto the floor, both her feet now bare.

Leaning forward and placing her hands on the arms of the chair, she seductively placed her legs on either side of the Sheriff's waist, successfully straddling her. Emma's breath caught in her throat as Regina's hot and damp center pressed firmly against her lower abdomen. Her eyes wandered from the beautiful face in front of hers down to her lap, where Regina began to rock her pelvis against her upper thighs. Her shaky hands immediately grabbed rotating hips, releasing a small groan as Regina moved faster at her touch. Leaning forward, she attached her lips to the older woman's neck, her hands then wandering up her back to her zipper. Quickly grabbing those muscular biceps she loved so much, the Mayor pressed her arms against the back of the chair, tearing eager fingers from their task of undressing her. She chided, "Ah, ah, ah, Sheriff. Touch me and I'll stop." Emma huffed, rolling her eyes at Regina's mocking of her earlier rules.

Grabbing the younger woman's chin in her hand, she forced her to make eye contact before adding, "Well don't pout, dear. It's rather unbecoming." She turned her wrist to then slide her hand down the column of Emma's throat, smiling wickedly as she felt her rapid pulse beneath her fingertips, goosebumps rising in her wake. She stopped in the middle of her throat, only tightening her grip slightly, before purring, "But if you behave, I promise you, your reward will be marvelous." As Emma swallowed, she could feel the muscles of her neck flexing beneath her grip. And oh, how she loved that feeling very much. Brown eyes met green, pupils wide with arousal, as her pink tongue darted out to wet pale lips. Each held the other's gaze, fingernails now grazing the sides of her neck, hips rocking against muscular thighs once more.

"Shit. Regina, wait," Emma interrupted the silence, holding the older woman's hips still. "My office isn't like yours. I have glass walls. Anyone can just walk in and catch us."

Releasing a sigh of frustration, Regina asked, "Are you going to go lock the door?" She smirked then, sliding her hands down her throat and across her collarbone to her pert breasts where she gave a gentle squeeze, brushing hard nipples through her baseball tee. Emma's head fell against the back of the chair with a quiet moan. The Mayor took the opportunity to nibble soft skin along her neck, flicking her tongue on her ear lobe before whispering, "Or are you going to miss out on all the magical things I can make you feel?"

Immediately sitting up, Emma slid Regina gently from her lap before saying in a rush, "If you'll excuse me for one second, Madame Mayor. I just need to lock the door." She all but sprinted from her office, leaving Regina behind to chuckle in amusement at her eager response. Heading down the hallway and to the front doors, she quickly switched the lock closed, and then paced back towards her office. Upon entering the glass room, she found Regina to be sitting in her chair, her arms resting delicately on the arm rests, her legs crossed, looking rather authoritative.

Noticing that Emma was frozen in the doorway, she summoned her closer with a curl of her finger, watching with a smirk as she eagerly obeyed. She rose from her chair, allowing one hand to roam her body, while the other tilted her chin to look her in the eyes. Bringing her lips closer, she felt warm breath on her cheek as she seductively whispered, "My, Miss Swan. If I would have known that the offer of sex would make you so obedient, I would have offered sooner." Realizing her mistake, the Sheriff moved to take a step back, out of Regina's reach, in order to establish that she wasn't being submissive. Knowing that Emma's desire to be touched would eventually outweigh her stubbornness, she made an attempt to remedy the situation, noting that she should keep her smart comments to herself if she wished to make her point.

Grabbing a hold of soft cotton, she pulled her back within her personal space, pressing their bodies firmly together, gripping her jean clad backside firmly. "Oh, come now, Sheriff," she breathed, pressing wet kisses against her neck, sliding her fingers along the waist of her skinny jeans. "Don't you want me to prove myself? I'm good on my word, dear." As her fingers finally reached their destination, she deftly undid the button of Emma's jeans, sliding her fingers inside the moment she had made room. A small gasp escaped pale lips as talented fingers immediately touched her through damp cotton boy shorts. Capturing the escaped gasp, Regina crashed her lips firmly into Emma's, delving her tongue into the warm cavern of her mouth, allowing her free hand to grasp the base of the blonde's neck, her fingers tangling in golden curls.

The kiss quickly became heated, tongues battling one another for dominance, teeth occasionally clashing against one another. Emma's hands wandered along every dip and curve of Regina's body, hoping to commit her shape to memory. Pulling away for a moment, the Mayor grabbed the bottom hem of her baseball tee, swiftly pulling it above her head. The Sheriff momentarily raised her arms to assist in the removal of her shirt, before returning her hands to the rounded ass that she couldn't seem to get enough of.

Not surprised to see that Emma was wearing a black and purple sports bra underneath, she yanked the bra off just as fast, exposing pert nipples to cool air. Grabbing small wrists, she tore the blonde's hands away from her body again, simultaneously using her hips to guide her back into the desk. Once pinned, she guided her hands behind her to the top of the desk, before saying, "Remember, Swan. Don't touch, or I'll stop."

Emma's breath caught in her throat as she watched red painted lips lower themselves to her hardened nipple. Making direct eye contact with her current lover, Regina flicked her tongue over her nipple a few times before taking her breast entirely into her mouth, sucking it hard and releasing it with a pop. Blowing cool air over the now wet nipple, Emma shifted her feet in an attempt to put some pressure on her throbbing clit, her arousal soaking her jeans. The shift did not go unnoticed, and Regina moved to cup her wet sex through denim, pressing her thumb firmly on the swollen nub. She moaned again, her head falling back, her arms resting on the desk shaking slightly.

The Mayor repeated the action to the other breast, smirking against bare skin when she felt long pale fingers tangle in short brunette locks. Oddly not having the heart to remind the Sheriff of her previous rule, she allowed her fingers to remain in her hair for the time being. She kissed her way up pale skin until she reached pink lips, parted and panting. Taking her bottom lip into her mouth, she nibbled lightly, a small whimper escaping Emma's lips. "Strip," she commanded. The blonde's clouded mind was confused for a moment, until Regina hooked a finger into the waistband of her underwear, giving it a quick tug. "If you wish for me to continue, take them off."

After rapidly unzipping and kicking off her boots, she set to work pulling her jeans down her legs, cursing herself for wearing such skintight denim. Regina rolled her eyes rather dramatically as she watched Emma hop on one leg in an attempt to get the pants unstuck from around her one ankle. Then she quickly dropped her underwear to the floor, once again capturing the Mayor's attention. "On the desk," she instructed, brown eyes blown wide with arousal at the sight of the beautiful blonde stark naked in the middle of her own office. She only quirked an eyebrow in response, but Regina waved her hand in that direction again, as if to tell her that she meant what she said.

Stepping back against the desk, she lifted herself onto the edge with ease, shivering slightly when the cold metal hit her heated skin. The moment the Sheriff was settled, Regina closed the distance, attacking Emma's neck with teeth and tongue, her hands gripping pale thighs, nails digging into soft skin. The noise that erupted from the Sheriff's throat was a lovely mix between a groan of pain and a moan of pleasure, something Regina suddenly wished she could hear again. Her own arousal had long since soaked her already dirtied underwear, as she did not have time to return home after their earlier sex romp in her own office.

As her fingers reached Emma's hot center, she brushed her fingers against slick folds, still not giving her the pressure she wanted. Bucking her hips in response, she furrowed her brow, eyes closed, concentrating on the soon-to-come feeling of talented fingers on her throbbing clit. But Regina was not quite ready to give in, as the long built up pressure was going to contribute immensely to the stunning blonde's orgasm, and the older woman wanted to make a wonderful first impression.

Slipping two fingers between wet folds, she circled her entrance, allowing a large amount of arousal to graciously coat her fingertips. Sliding her fingers through the entirety of her soaked sex, she gently swirled her slick fingers across the hardened bundle of nerves before removing her hand entirely. Groaning at the loss of contact, Emma opened her eyes and started to protest when her breath hitched in her throat. Regina took her arousal coated fingers and brought them up to her perfectly painted lips. Purposefully making a sexual show of it, she snaked her tongue out to wrap around her fingers. Letting out a loud moan, her eyes drifted closed as she took her fingers all the way into her mouth, loving the way the younger woman tasted on her tongue. "Fuck, Regina," Emma whispered, becoming impossibly more aroused.

Sucking hard on her fingers to ensure she got every drop, she pulled her fingers from her mouth with a loud suction sound before practically growling, "Mm, you do taste quite delectable." Licking her lips for emphasis, she stared at her with such a smug, predatory look in her eye that the Emma wasn't sure if she wanted to cower away and run, or grab the alluring brunette and fuck her hard. Opting for the latter, she wrapped her hands around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a rough kiss, her tongue slipping into her mouth, relishing in the subtle taste of apples that once again attacked her senses.

Momentarily caught off guard, Regina allowed the other woman's tongue to search the hot cavern of her mouth before regaining her control and taking charge once again. She tore her mouth away from Emma's, biting, more roughly this time, at the pale lip caught between her teeth. "Don't touch," she instructed for the third time. The brunette made her way down the muscular torso perched on the desk, leaving teasing kisses that were only enough to spike Emma's arousal, but not quite provide any relief that the Sheriff so desperately needed.

Regina, much too refined to resort to kneeling on the floor, rested her rear on the edge of the chair, pushed far enough behind her to give her the right angle to level her mouth with the younger woman's drenched sex. She bit roughly on her inner thigh, soothing the pain with her warm tongue, before moving her mouth higher on the opposite leg and repeating the action. By the time her nose brushed against smooth shaven skin at the apex of her thighs, Emma was squirming around on the desk, using all of her will power not to just grab the back of her head and thrust her mouth where she wanted her most.

Breathing warm air on sensitive skin, she asked, "Should I stop now, Sheriff?" She brushed her lips against Emma's swollen folds, and the blonde whimpered. "I believe you said you wanted someone else to do your dirty work."

"God, no," she nearly whined. "Please…"

She heard a chuckle, and then felt a gentle flick of a warm tongue against her heated flesh before hearing, "Then who do you want to grant you such sweet release?"

Emma was tiring of the games simply because she had never been so aroused in her entire life. It was nearing painful, and nevertheless messy. Her essence had long sense begun to drip from her aching sex onto the surface of her desk. Yet, it hurt her ego to let Regina get under her skin like this. She had thoroughly enjoyed their little game earlier, when she had been the one in charge. The Mayor was now clearly seeking revenge, and doing a damn good job of it. She couldn't see the point in fighting it any longer. It was simply primal release, right? She didn't want to admit it, but there was something so thrilling about being at Regina's mercy like this. The dominant role worked well for her, and no matter how hard Emma tried to resist, she always seemed to give in to the beautiful brown eyes that made her heart race, and that husky voice that made her shiver with excitement. And don't even get her started on that toothy smile that usually meant she was in some kind of trouble, yet it excited her nonetheless.

"You," she whispered.

Flicking her tongue out again, she grazed the sensitive nub before asking again, "What about me, Miss Swan? Say it." Regina wanted… no. She needed to hear Emma say that she wanted her.

She growled to herself, looking at the gorgeous face of the woman between her legs, ready to devour her, if only she would say those words. But Emma didn't want to say them, not when she was coming to the realization that maybe she didn't hate Regina as much as she wanted to. She didn't even know what had her so drawn to the irritating woman. She was so damn arrogant and bossy, yet so sexy and arousing. But all that aside, Emma felt like there was something else, something much deeper, that made this woman the way she was, and she was so curious to find out what it was that made this woman tick.

Warm breath tickled the inside of her thigh bringing her from her thoughts. Regina was moving to stand, assuming that she wasn't going to get the answer that she desired. But she froze when she heard the shaky sound of Emma's voice whisper, "I want you…" It was so quiet that she wasn't sure she had heard her correctly, until that same voice said a little louder, "I want you to fuck me, Madame Mayor."

Wasting no time, she lunged forward attaching her mouth to Emma's aching center, licking and sucking on her sensitive skin, relishing in the beautifully animalistic sounds escaping the blonde's throat. With every breath, she released an expletive followed by a breathy moan and occasionally Regina's name. She worked her tongue over every inch of Emma's sex, registering the taste of her delicious essence to memory, praying silently to any god that would listen that she would get this opportunity again. She wrapped her lips around her clit and hummed in appreciation, the vibrations bringing the younger woman impossibly closer to the edge.

She delved two fingers deep inside her lover, shivering at the moan that erupted from somewhere deep inside the blonde. Flicking her tongue over her hardened clit a few more times, she rose to her feet, replacing her tongue with her thumb, rubbing it in delightful circles. She then kissed her way up her body, sucking gently on the skin between thigh and hip. She nibbled at soft skin before moving higher, feeling the tight muscles of her toned stomach twitch under her soft kisses. Finally kissing her way up the long column of Emma's neck, she bit down on the faint bruise still left from their encounter a few days previous, then nibbled her way up to her ear, taking it lightly between her teeth. She quickened the pace of her fingers and smiled against pale skin when she felt long legs wrap around her waist and pull her closer. Listening to the Sheriff take in ragged breaths and feeling her tight walls constricting around her fingers, she knew her lover was close. Flicking her tongue into the shell of her ear, she whispered, "Come for me, Emma."

As if on command, Emma tumbled over the edge into bliss, bucking her hips off the desk and against Regina's hand. She tightened her legs around her waist and screamed her name as her orgasm ripped through her, her walls convulsing around the continuously thrusting fingers inside her. The Mayor watched her in awe, taking in how truly beautiful Emma was. Her mouth was open in a now silent scream, a thin layer of sweat shining across her brow. Her pert breasts bounced slightly with each of her thrusts, her tight stomach muscles tensing.

Continuing her ministrations until the younger woman was good and spent, she slowly removed her fingers from within her, bringing them to her mouth and licking them clean. Emma opened her eyes just in time to see an encore of the earlier show. She waited, still panting slightly, for Regina to finish before sitting up more fully. She looked at the brunette for a moment, with a look that the older woman couldn't really decipher, before gingerly placing a hand at the back of her neck and pulling her in for a kiss.

The kiss was soft, yet passionate, and full of emotion. Despite being caught off guard, her lips glided effortlessly over the pale ones pressed against hers, catching every soft mewl that escaped them. She felt the tip of her tongue trace her bottom lip, begging for entrance. She parted them then, letting the younger woman explore her mouth with ease, deepening the kiss.

Regina felt so conflicted. She had come here to prove her point. No one denies the Queen what she wants, whether they know she's a queen or not. Instead, she explored the Sheriff with genuine curiosity, and rather enjoyed pleasuring her. None of this seemed focused on revenge. Instead, she found her heart racing within her chest, her one hand caressing the smooth skin of Emma's shoulder blades, pressing their bodies flush together, while the other sought purchase in blonde locks. She didn't want this to end. She wanted to spend all the time in the world getting to know every curve and line on her body.

She reluctantly pulled away from the kiss so she could get air, but Emma did not remove her hand from her neck. Instead, she pressed their foreheads together, allowing her warm breath to caress her cheek. Brown eyes met green and Regina's heart clenched in her chest. She cursed herself for getting herself into this situation. She was supposed to despise Henry's birthmother, and here she was staring into emerald eyes, lost to the world.

Noticing the faint red lipstick smeared across pink lips, she smirked in amusement before she took her thumb and brushed it kindly against porcelain skin, successfully removing the mark. She was once against lost in a sea of green, mindlessly rubbing her thumb against Emma's cheek, when Emma cleared her throat to say something. The sound brought her back to the present, and she immediately pulled her hand away as if she'd been burned. Suddenly regretting the urge to open her big mouth, the Sheriff tried to hide her disappointment at the loss of contact before saying, "Well, you were right." She smiled sheepishly at the brunette, but Regina's mask of indifference was neatly back in place, her emotions once again in check.

"As I knew I was, Miss Swan," she responded curtly. "I usually am."

'And just like that, the sass is back,' Emma thought to herself. She sighed, running a nervous hand through her hair, wondering how the hell their rough sex turned so intimate, and now Regina was acting like nothing had ever happened. It was moments like these that peaked her interest most, and she so desperately wanted to be inside that wall. She wanted to see behind that mask, and the little glimpses she was provided already only furthered her curiosity.

"If you'll excuse me," Regina said coldly, adjusting her dress and returning her shoes to her feet, "I have a job to do. As do you, Sheriff. Maybe you'll consider doing it correctly this time." As she exited the office, Emma watched with furrowed brow as the Mayor stopped to adjust her hair and make-up in the hallway mirror before exiting the station.

Gathering her clothes from the floor, she chuckled lightly to herself. Slipping easily back into her clothes, she said aloud to herself, "That woman will be the death of me."


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