Emma sat at the station by herself. It was late at night and one of her deputies was out on road patrol. She was finishing up some paperwork when she heard the door open to the outside. She got up to see who it was and saw Regina striding her way.
Despite the late hour Regina was still wearing one of her oh-so-sensible although in Emma's mind sexy skirts. She had a coat on that was buttoned up and covering her shirt, which denied Emma the chance to really take a look at another one of her favorite features on the mayor – her breasts.
The two women had a dispute earlier in the day over Regina wanting the whole department to begin wearing a standardized uniform. As sheriff, Emma basically told her she didn't care what Regina wanted in regards to uniforms because as mayor she didn't have the power to force Emma to make her deputies wear one. Emma didn't mind the idea of uniforms she just didn't want to have to wear one.
Regina entered her office and took a seat, so Emma sat back down.
"You are here kind of late."
"We didn't get to finish our discussion."
"Oh, I think we did. The answer is no Regina."
"I think you should reconsider. The uniforms will add more legitimacy to the office and make people more aware when you and your deputies are on duty or off duty."
"I think we can manage that without uniforms. The answer is no."
Regina sighed. "This is because you don't want to wear one, isn't it?"
"No," Emma said. "It's um not needed and waste of city money to bother with."
"Just admit you don't like the way they look."
"That isn't it."
"Fine, your office, your decision."
"Thank you for recognizing that."
Regina stood. "I see there is nothing else I can do to convince you that a uniform is a good idea," she said and she started to unbutton her coat. She took it off and stood there with her hands on her hips and Emma openly stared at her.
Regina was wearing one of the proposed uniform tops. It was buttoned right up to her breasts – rather buttoned up just enough that Emma could actually see the edge of her bra. The long-sleeved shirt had been rolled up on the arms giving Regina an almost boyish look. Regina leaned over the desk giving Emma an even better view down the shirt.
"It's a shame you don't like the uniform," Regina smiled. "I guess I will just go home and take it off."
She winked at Emma and then turned and left.
"Um, wait," Emma yelled when she was able to speak again. "Maybe we should talk more about the uniforms."