Now they're going to bed And my stomach is sick And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest now He takes off her dress now Let me go
And I just can't look it's killing me And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea Swimming through sick lullabies Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay Destiny is calling me.
Mr. Brightside by The killers.
Coveted - Chapter Eight
Emma has been seething for three days. All she can think about is how to respond to Regina's ridiculous text. Its obvious, even to Emma, that she's just baiting her, but the blonde can't leave it be. It feels like Regina is having the last word. As usual. Winning and rubbing it in. As fucking usual. The anger sloshes around inside Emma. Now she's just mocking me! Emma argues with herself on her drive to work.
The tires of the police cruiser grip the icy road as Emma makes an abrupt u-turn in the middle of the street. Emma's fingers tighten around the steering wheel as she just barely maintains control of the car. Her green eyes are wild behind her aviators and side swept bangs. The rest of her wavy blonde hair is held in a messy ponytail near the base of her neck. A mischievous smirk creeps along her lips. Wanna play, Madam Mayor? Bring it.
"Sheriff Swan, so nice to see you again," Melanie greets Emma as she walks into the Mayor's office. The blonde is unable hide her surprise at the girl's return, and her mouth hangs open momentarily until she snaps herself out of it.
"Um, hi. It's nice to see you." Emma's hands rest on her waist exposing the gold badge sitting on her hip. "I need to see the mayor." The blonde is in no mood for small talk, she has a plan and refuses to be derailed.
"Of course. Is she expecting you?" Melanie asks, moving toward the door to block Emma from bursting through it unannounced. She's not going to get me with that one twice, the girl chides herself.
"No," Emma admits. "But it is important." The sheriff is a little disappointed that the girl is running interference between herself and the door, but she is not going to leave here without seeing Regina.
"Please, have a seat while I check if Mayor Mills is available." The girl gestures toward the couch against the wall on the other side of the room. Melanie's smile is friendly, but her shoulders are square as she protects the door like a linebacker. Emma relents and takes a seat. The younger woman picks up the phone without taking a seat while keeping her blue eyes trained on the sheriff. She rings the mayor's desk and whispers into the receiver before giving a curt nod as if Regina is watching, before hanging up the phone.
"Go ahead, Sheriff Swan." Melanie says, indicating Regina will see her.
Emma swaggers past Melanie, who appears to be somewhat annoyed. Emma flashes her a smug smile as she lets herself into Regina's private office and closes the door behind her.
"Good Morning, Miss Swan." Regina doesn't look up from the papers she is reviewing. Emma suddenly feels her pulse hammering in her ears. She keeps her cool demeanor as she strolls up to the mayor's desk. The moment is more than a little surreal. The pair hasn't seen each other since Regina felt herself up in front of Emma, but to watch them now, it would appear nothing ever happened. Regina is as aloof and distant as she usually is when interacting with the sheriff.
"Good Morning, Madam Mayor," Emma responds, her voice sounding much closer than Regina expected. Regina keeps her breathing measured and forces herself to maintain an appearance of disinterest. Emma smirks at Regina's game. She isn't buying it. This will get her attention, Emma thinks, moving around behind Regina as if looking out the window. The mayor remains in her position, not even looking back at the other woman.
"What can I do for you?" Regina asks, following several seconds of dead silence. The blonde takes a deep breath, but exhales silently, and gives herself a pep talk. She reminds herself that this is necessary.
"Oh, I think it's me that should do something for you." Emma's voice is suddenly whispering in Regina's ear and the mayor resists the urge to jump. Instead, she stays quiet and tries to steady herself. "You see, I've been thinking about that budget meeting we just had." Emma's words are slow and breathy against Regina's cheek. "You remember, right, Regina?" Emma's hands come up over Regina's wrists from behind, and the slight contact makes goosebumps appear over the mayor's exposed flesh. Regina isn't sure whether or not she's glad she took off her blazer, leaving her arms naked. She remains silent as Emma's hands travel up her forearms and over her biceps, fingertips blazing a trail of heat wherever they pass. Suddenly, Emma's hands disappear from Regina's body. "You see I have been thinking about it. Nonstop really," Emma whispers, her lips almost grazing the shell of Regina's ear. Brown eyes close reflexively. "I'm really torn," Emma says, almost groaning. Regina's eyebrows knit together; she is trying to keep her body from reacting, but can already feel a throbbing between her thighs. She shuts her eyes tighter. She wonders how far Emma is willing to go this time, and how far her hands will travel. "Do you want to know what I've been thinking, Madam Mayor?" Emma asks, letting her lips ghost over Regina's jawbone. Regina nods slowly, despite herself. "I've been thinking whether I should charge you with lewdness, public nudity, or maybe just let you off with misdemeanor disorderly conduct." Emma's tone is as sensuous as it was before, and it takes Regina a moment to register what the sheriff has said. By the time the meaning of her words take root in Regina's brain, she becomes aware of the cold metal wrapped around both of her wrists. Regina looks down to confirm she is indeed handcuffed to her office chair.
"What is the meaning of this, Sheriff Swan!" Regina shrieks, pulling against her restraints but getting nowhere. She bares her teeth and delivers the deadliest i'm-going-to-fucking-destroy-you eyes she can muster.
"Shh Regina, you don't want anyone to overhear our private conversation." Emma jumps up on Regina's desk, parting her legs to let them hang over the side and around the chair. Regina is stunned silent for a moment as she registers Emma's parted thighs are a foot away from her chest. The mayor continues to struggle against the cuffs, being bound is not something Regina has ever undergone willingly.
"Sheriff Swan, if you don't release me this very instant, I swear–" Regina begins to warn between gritted teeth, but stops the moment Emma starts unzipping her red leather jacket. Emma can't help but smirk. Well that got her to shut up. Emma's movements are purposeful but slow as she removes her jacket, leaving only a tight black v-neck shirt. Regina's eyes are glued to the form fitting garment. Especially where cleavage peeks out at the top.
"The other thing I just can't get off my mind is . . . well . . . getting off." Emma's hands are trembling, but only slightly. Regina swallows so hard it's almost cartoonish, but the lump in her throat remains unmoving. "You see. . ." Emma's hands move to her belt. "I don't want to be rude." Deft fingers slowly open the heavy buckle. Regina's mouth goes dry. She can't tear her eyes away from the blonde's midsection. She wants to keep up the appearance of anger or annoyance, but she can't will herself to do it. "I got to watch you come, and it is only fitting that I should offer you the same . . . viewing pleasure." Emma is far more turned on than she expected to be. In the whole five minutes of preplanning on her way here, she had expected to fake the excitement, but the ache in her center eliminates that need. She takes her time bringing down the short zipper. Regina forgets her restraints and tries to reach out and touch Emma, but is stopped by the cold steel cutting into her flesh. Emma gives a small but throaty laugh. "That's what those are for." Emma licks her lips as she observes Regina's flushed skin and darkening eyes. "I know you can't be trusted." Emma leans forward so that she is close to Regina's ear again. "I know how badly you want to fuck me," Emma whispers, sending a flood of heat straight through Regina's body. The brunette does not respond, gripping the armrests tightly instead, her knuckles already turning white.
Emma leans back, and her hand rests over the edge of her jeans. The teeth of her open zipper press against the back of her hand as she tries to maneuver in the tight space. She can already feel how wet she is, but she doesn't think she can do this with Regina staring at her crotch. Emma removes her hand and pushes Regina's chair away from the desk. Regina doesn't say a word as the blonde jumps down and turns, giving Regina her back. The mayor's red lips part in unconcealed awe when the blonde slowly sits in her lap. Emma's body is stiff as she tries to figure out a way to do this. Regina doesn't realize she's holding her breath until her lungs are burning.
The chair squeaks with the added weight as Emma spins them around to face the picture window, and pushes the back of the chair against the sturdy desk. Emma leans back into Regina's chest slowly, giving the brunette sensory overload. The smell of Emma's skin so close to her face is nearly irresistible. She fights the urge to sink her teeth into the fair flesh of Emma's neck, and watches Emma's veins pulse with adrenaline and her skin flush with excitement. There is no denying how much both of them want this. Not anymore. Regina doesn't even notice Emma's hand slipping back into her panties.
A soft moan escapes Emma's lips as she makes contact with her swollen clit. Regina bites the inside of her cheek to keep from making a sound. Emma realizes she won't be able to last very long, and she decides she needs to tease the mayor a bit more before that happens.
"I wonder what you were thinking about." Emma's hands travel up her own torso. She feels her muscles contract in response to her own touch. "I mean specifically." She adds as her palms pass over her firm chest and she gives her breasts a little squeeze, eliciting a breathy sigh from her own lips.
Regina is holding her breath again. She feels the tension in Emma's body dissipating as the blonde sinks further into her.
"Were you thinking of what my hands would feel like on your body?" Emma's right hand moves back to where Regina's face is turned to her and lets her fingertips just graze Regina's cheek. "Moving over you and inside you?" Emma's voice is husky as she begins to grind into Regina's lap. Her hand taking hold of the back of Regina's neck while her hips gyrate in a sensual rhythm. She moves like she imagines a stripper would.
Regina keeps herself silent and closes her eyes. Emma is slowly rolling her hips against her body as if Regina was already inside of her. Regina grips the armrest tighter. She tries to keep calm, but she is already panting. Emma feels the ache at her center become painful, and knows the time for teasing is over.
"I bet that's not it, though." Emma releases Regina's neck and slows her movements. "I think what you want is a little different." Emma's left hand grips the top of Regina's hand over the armrest. The contact sends currents of electric heat between them, and Regina's eyes shoot open. Emma's right hand snakes into her pants once more. She pushes in over the small red triangle of fabric, already hopelessly soaked.
Regina watches in rapt attention. She can see as far down as Emma's wrist and the sight almost causes a moan to escape from Regina's lips. Emma's fingertips trail down her slit. She moves her ass back into Regina, and this time it's the blonde that can't stifle her moan.
"I think that what you really want," Emma continues, turning her head and tilting it forward so that her forehead is pressed against Regina's flushed cheek. "Is to fuck me so hard I won't be able to walk straight for days." Emma's words coincide with her fingertip connecting with her clit and the blonde groans out the last part.
Regina swallows hard, but it does nothing to aid the dryness in her mouth. All of the moisture in her body seems to be pooling into her expensive silk panties.
"Is that it, Regina?" Emma asks rhetorically. "How are you going to do it?" she asks, letting her clit slip back and forth between her middle and index fingers. She knows she'll probably orgasm immediately if she applies direct pressure. Her hips start swaying again slowly.
"Maybe you would take me just like this?" Emma practically growls when she imagines it. "From behind. Your fingers gripping the back of my hair. Pulling it so hard I think I might bleed." Emma moans and her hips pick up a slightly faster rhythm. She pictures Regina with a strap on, and another groan rumbles in her chest.
"I bet you would have a huge one to mirror the size of your ego." Emma feels the sweat forming at her back where she is pressed against Regina, creating sweltering friction. At first, Regina is unclear what Emma means, but as the blonde continues her grinding, she can imagine it too. Regina closes her eyes. Gets lost in the moment.
"Would you be gentle?" Emma's body is starting to shake. "Maybe at first. When you see how wet I am for you," she decides. "But I'm so tight and you're so big," Emma whispers in mock innocence. Regina can't help but moan loudly this time. She bites her bottom lip hard to stop the curses she wants to utter. "You just can't help yourself." Emma is barely touching herself now, but her arousal is so strong that she can already feel her orgasm building.
"Is that it, Regina? Hmm? Is that how you want me? Bent over your desk maybe? Screaming your name? Begging you to fuck me harder. To go deeper. Faster. Fuck!" Emma is there. She can't stop now. Her fingers move furiously over her clit. She gnashes her teeth and tries to keep from screaming. She slams harder into Regina and can feel Regina's hips pushing against her. Emma can almost feel Regina inside of her and she matches the mayor's rhythm.
"Fuck," Emma curses again through gritted teeth. Her eyes shut and feels Regina's fingers intertwine with hers. She had forgotten that her left hand was gripping Regina. Regina moans and somehow she can feel her own orgasm peeking.
"God, Regina, don't stop," Emma begs as if it wasn't her own hand bringing her to her second climax. Regina continues thrusting against Emma's perfect ass. Her breath is ragged and she suddenly goes ridged. Emma can hear the strangled moan that twists in Regina's throat. "Come for me." Emma coaches as she grinds hard into Regina's crotch and another wave crashes into her. It's a long time before Emma stops. Her body finally relaxing against Regina's chest in a spent heap.
Regina can see little white spots in her vision. She is panting despite her best efforts to steady herself. Emma laughs and stands on wobbly legs. Her face is beet red and her ponytail has migrated to the side of her head. She zips up her pants and reaches for her jacket.
"Where are you going?" Regina asks in a voice so low it renews the throb in between Emma's thighs.
"To work," Emma responds with a shrug.
"You plan on leaving me like this?" Regina asks, starting to feel her blood boil in her chest. Emma smiles, reaching for something in her jacket pocket.
"Of course not," Emma responds with another smile and Regina breathes a sigh of relief when she sees Emma pull out a small set of keys. "I wouldn't dream of it," the blonde adds, bending over Regina's body and coming in close to her ear. "Now, stay silent or you'll drop them." Emma whispers and Regina feels cold metal in her mouth.
Emma stands and finishes arranging herself before looking back at a very red-faced mayor, tiny keys hanging from blood red lips. Emma is sure that Regina is going to kill her, but smiles knowing that first she's going to have to figure out a way out of that chair.
"Have a nice day, Mayor Mills. I told you, you have no idea what I'm capable of, lady." Emma flashes the brunette another smile, hearing the stifled insults the brunette is hurtling through closed lips. Emma chuckles, and lets herself out.
Melanie gawks at Emma as she strolls out of the mayor's private office. Emma looks thoroughly fucked and it sends a surge of jealous rage through her body.
"I would give Regina some privacy for a while." Emma smirks as she crosses the doorway to the hall. The younger blonde is too shocked to respond.
Top that, Regina! Emma thinks as she saunters to her police cruiser, ready to start her day with quite the sense of accomplishment.
It's over an hour before Melanie finally gets up to check on her unusually quiet boss. She knocks on the door, but after several minutes with no answer, she decides to sneak her head in.
"Oh my gosh!" The girl cries when seeing Regina, red-faced and sweaty, trying to release handcuffs tethering her to the chair.
"Everything is fine, you can go back to your desk." Regina's head shoots up and a new wave of embarrassment crashes into her.
Melanie rushes over despite Regina's order. Her hands shake, but she is able to open the locks and release Regina. She sees the red marks from where Regina struggled trying to get the key in the lock. It would have been impossible for her to do it, but that obviously didn't keep her from trying.
"Madam May-"
"Please. Don't say a word. Now or ever." Regina's brown eyes are huge and covey an easy sense of power despite her present inner turmoil. The blonde nods and turns to leave. Regina doesn't say another word to her for the rest of the day.
Emma spends the day walking on sunshine. For once, she actually won. Fair and square. No fucking it up or backfiring. The blonde is practically giddy when she opens the door to her apartment.
Emma sees Ruby standing in her living room. Her expression grave and fairly angry. Well that lasted all of eight hours, Emma thinks.
"We have to talk," Ruby says. Her arms crossed over her chest. Fuck, Emma thinks as she closes the door and prepares for the fallout.
A/N: Thank you all for reading and leaving such great comments! I want to give you the heads up that I am going to be reworking the story a bit, and won't post new chapters until that's done. But have no fear, I love this story and I am in no way abandoning it! I hope you stick with me :) Thank you for your patience and understanding. Honestly, it means a lot!
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