Emma fought with herself that entire morning and into the afternoon. Should she tell Regina? She got the idea that the Queen wouldn't be returning to punish her but did Regina already know that? Had that been the real brunette in her dream or had it been some phantom of her imagination? She thought back to the passion and tenderness that passed between them and shivered. She could remember exactly how the woman felt wrapped around her fingers and the hands threaded in her hair. She could hear the small noises and deeper groans of Regina as she had pleasured her. How could she dream that if she didn't know what that was like?
After dinner that night, her parents were taking Henry to the movies. Emma decided she would drop in on the mayor and see if she could detect any difference in her demeanor. The blonde trotted the few blocks to the mayor's office after locking up the station. It was after hours but something told her she was more likely to find Regina in her office than at her house. She let herself in and climbed the stairs.
Regina looked up when the knock sounded on her door. She rearranged her face into a disdainful expression. "Come in." The blonde stepped through the door and Regina's eyes sparkled. "Good evening, Sheriff Swan."
"Mayor." Emma nodded.
"To what do I owe this visit?"
"I have a….new development with the…Evil Queen thing." Emma stepped forward and shoved her hands in her pockets.
"Yes?" Regina stood and came around her desk to perch her rump on it as she listened. "What is that?"
"Well, she visited me last night and bound me up like before." She looked down at the floor. "She was preparing to do what she usually does but you showed up."
"Me?" Regina asked curiously and Emma searched her face. She couldn't tell what the woman was thinking behind that stone mask of hers.
"Yes, you came and fought her."
"Did I? What did I do?"
Emma felt all the air leave the room. "Well, you said you would teach her a lesson and then you chained her to a chair before….touching me."
"Hmm, yes. That would be a fitting punishment for her."
"So it wasn't you?"
"What do you mean, dear?" Regina asked studying her nails casually.
Emma's heart hammered. "You didn't actually show up? Was the Regina that I saw made up in my mind?"
"Perhaps she was an entity of energy just as the Evil Queen was. Formed to help you fight her." Regina's eyes raked over the blonde's blushing form as Emma stood torn between running out of the office with her head down and demanding that the woman look up and explain herself; if Regina would only look up and answer the damn question, Emma would know if she was lying. "What made you think she was real?"
"She just was." Emma shrugged. "Her voice, her expressions, her overall attitude were yours. She even…" She hesitated but decided that she had played all her cards anyway. "She even smelled like you."
"Back to sniffing out the culprit, Miss Swan?"
"We've had this conversation before, you have a distinct smell." The blonde muttered and blushed furiously.
Regina looked up and smirked before speaking. "So was I any good, Miss Swan? This dream version of myself?"
"What do you mean?" But Emma knew and Regina knew that Emma knew. The brunette smiled broadly.
"Well, I just would hate to think that your run in with my dream-self was unfulfilling. Tell me that I was at least an adequate lover."
Emma narrowed her eyes and stepped forward. She was not in the mood to be goaded. Especially about something so personal. Deciding to turn the tables, she crowded Regina's space and pressed her close to the desk. "Oh yes, you were. But I actually did most of the work." She smiled as the smirk faltered on the brunette's face. "We decided it would be the most supreme torture for the Queen to watch you submit to me."
"Submit? I don't submit, Miss Swan." Regina's steely tone was threatening.
"You did last night; I had you shaking and begging within moments." She stepped between her thighs and Regina realized too late that she had been standing with feet too far apart in her defensive posture.
"I highly doubt that-"
"And when you came, it was like the earth moved."
Their faces were close now. So close that Regina could see the precise shade of green in Emma's eyes and feel her breath on her face and neck. "Miss Swan, that is highly inappropriate. Obviously, your dream version of me is not as accurate as first thought."
"There's only one way to know." Emma smirked, hit with sudden realization. "Tell me, Mayor, are you ticklish?"
Regina's brows knit before fear flickered in her eyes. "Excuse me?" She put hands on Emma's shoulders to push her away but the blonde grabbed them, wrenched them around and spun the brunette to press her over her desk. "Miss Swan!" Regina gasped out and fought.
"In my dream, the mayor was very ticklish." She whispered and pressed her hips to Regina's ass as the struggling woman reached back to grab her thighs with her hands.
"I'm not ticklish." She panted. "That's something your mind made up."
"Liar." Emma grabbed a fistful of her blouse and pulled it up to reveal her smooth, muscled lower back. Two, symmetrical dimples presented themselves and Emma dipped her finger into one. Regina stiffened and fought again with more fury.
"Stop!" She brought her hands to the desk to press her shoulders up but Emma still had her lower half trapped as she danced her fingertips across her lower back. Regina squirmed at the torturous sensation of the blonde's hands on the sensitive flesh and growled in her throat. "I said stop!"
"You are ticklish." Emma breathed before spinning her around again and looking down into her flushed face. "It was you in my dream last night." Regina leveled a defiant stare at her and the blonde, past her breaking point, growled and spun her back around to trap her as before. "Why didn't you just tell me?"
"And miss a prime opportunity to drive you insane?" Came the pithy retort as she fought for her freedom.
"As I recall, I was not the one clinging to sanity last night." Emma was rewarded with the image of a flush creeping up Regina's back. "I distinctly remember you calling my name."
"It was for effect. I wanted the Queen to understand that…she can't simply take what she wants."
"Right, tenderness." Emma used one hand to trap Regina's hands behind her back and the other to stroke down her rounded ass. "Well, I think she learned her lesson. But I will say that you surprised me."
"Surprised you?" Regina was having a difficult time focusing on the blonde's words as strong hands caressed her.
"Yes, you were actually a very patient and soft lover."
"Well, I could have hardly taken you hard and fast while preaching gentility, could I?" Regina struggled against her as her skirt rose a few inches and Emma's probing fingers trailed up her inner thigh. "Apparently this cannot be said for you."
"You're a tease and I think you deserve to learn a lesson just as Her Majesty did."
Regina's mouth went dry. "I hardly think that's-"
"Besides, I distinctly remember giving you everything you asked for last night." Her voice was close to her ear now as she bent over her. Regina shivered at the feel of Emma's hands on her soft flesh as her fingers inched closer to her already wet panties.
"I didn't ask-"
"Of course you did." Emma laughed. "You guided me with your hands and sounds." Regina felt her face burn against the coolness of the desk. "And because I was so chivalrous and gave you everything you asked for; now it's my turn."
"I offered my services last night-"
"Who said anything about your services?" This quieted the brunette once again. "Now, if you will shut up, I'm going fuck you on your desk; something I've been dying to do since the first time I saw you sitting behind it."
Emma didn't let her words sink in. Instead, she moved aside the satiny panties and pressed two fingers into the mayor's heat finding there was no resistance. Regina hissed at the smooth intrusion and forced herself to lie still and impassive as Emma pumped in and out. The resolution didn't last long however, because the blonde picked up the pace and placed a thigh between her legs to make contact with her clit.
Regina gasped at the contact and pressed herself up, lifting her hips from the desk to seek more contact. Emma slapped her ass and pressed her back down. "Sheriff!" Regina's startled voice was full of surprise and arousal.
"Calm yourself, Madam Mayor." Emma whispered in her ear and then flexed her wrist to pick up the tempo. She shifted her weight so that her thigh was pressed more firmly against Regina's clit. "Now grind." She growled and Regina snarled. She received another slap on the ass. "Grind, because if not, you're not getting anything else from me."
The brunette's cheeks flamed in embarrassment and need. But when Emma lifted her leg to press against her clit forcefully, Regina moaned and pressed down to do just as Emma asked. She rubbed her sensitive folds up and down the blonde's muscular thigh through the material. Gyrating her hips and moaning, Regina could see the peak coming closer and closer as Emma's fingers penetrated her, gliding through the moisture with little resistance.
The brunette cleared her throat. "Three."
"What?"
"I can take three." She said again and shut her eyes as Emma pulled out and stared down at her.
"Three…." She whispered and looked down at the still, fully clothed woman below her. "Fuck, Regina." She plunged three fingers into the woman's heat and turned them so that she could press against her g-spot.
A ragged breath came from the mayor as she raked her fingernails down the wood of her desk and picked up the tempo of her grinding motion. "Oh, I want…" She trailed off, hardly believing the words that were coming from her mouth or the desperate way in which she clutched her desk.
"What do you want?"
"I want to…come." She finally choked out and Emma hummed in appreciation and agreement.
"Then make yourself." The blonde pressed her thigh higher into Regina's heat so that she didn't have to work quite so hard before pressing her fingers into her and holding them there. "Move against me." She instructed and put one hand on her hip, guiding her forward and then backward onto the three digits.
Regina didn't need telling twice. She rocked and ground and thrust backward, angling her body so that Emma's fingers glanced her most sensitive spot with every pass. She pressed her shoulders off the table and impaled herself on the long tapered fingers as her orgasm took her. Emma removed her thigh and grabbed her around the waist to hold her up as she stiffened and cried out in ecstasy. Wiggling her fingers as she had before, until she felt a rush of liquid spill into her hand. Regina panted and lowered herself to the desk top as Emma stepped back and surveyed the damage.
Regina's skirt was pushed nearly up to her ribs and her panties were askew on her shapely ass. The brunette's legs were trembling as she braced herself to the desk for support. Emma chuckled inwardly at the sight of liquid dripping down the woman's thighs to run to her calves. She had never seen anyone come so hard in her life and she smirked as she realized it had been her doing.
Regina finally stood and shifted her skirt back to its appropriate place before looking down and realizing that her she had liquid running down her legs. She looked down in bewilderment; that had never happened before. She shook it off and looked up into the infuriating face of the blonde before her and opened her mouth.
But Emma began to chuckle. "Any reprimand that you have or pithy insult you're dying to throw, just save it for a time that you're not looking so…" she trailed off, trying to find the right word.
"So what, Miss Swan?" Regain tried to seem unaffected.
"So thoroughly fucked."
"Your crudeness never ceases to amaze me."
"I have other attributes that would awe you as well." Emma stepped closer and was rewarded with a retreating step from the brunette. "Scared?"
"Hardly." She turned and rounded her desk. "In fact, it is you who should be nervous."
"How do you figure that?"
"Well, that's twice you have stopped me from touching you. I don't take kindly to being told 'no'. I will have what I want."
"And you want me."
"I want to reduce you to a quivering mess of unadulterated lust and need." Regina stated matter-of-factly.
"Well," Emma blinked. "I like it when you get to the point."
"I'll get to more than the point before I'm through with you." She answered easily and sat down behind her desk, inwardly wincing at the strange feeling of her cold, wet panties pressed against her still feverish skin.
A shiver of apprehension caused goosebumps to break out across Emma's skin. It was true, Regina usually got what she wanted and if what she wanted was Emma…well, the blonde had bitten off more than she could chew. "I'm not that easy, Regina. You can't just knock on my door and demand my attention."
"We'll see." The brunette smirked.