Here's the next installment! Hope you all enjoy. I'm a bit self-conscious bc the situation in the story I've never tried myself so I hope I was able to imagine it done properly.

Chapter 21

Emma's phone vibrated in her jacket as she was in the kitchen with Snow. She was in the middle of a quite animated conversation about what David and she had seen while taking a walk around the bed and breakfast.

Regina's name flashed on the screen of her phone and Emma debated letting it go unanswered. Mary Margaret was in the middle of a story after all.

"Hang on, Snow," Emma said after making up her mind. "It's Regina." After an offended look from Snow as she was cutoff midsentence, Emma picked up the phone. "Sherriff Swan speaking."

"Now now," the voice on the other end purred. "Why don't we file the role playing for another time?"

"Did you need anything, Madam Mayor," Emma responded, shivering slightly at the suggestive tone and praying that Regina would play along since Snow was looking suspiciously at her.

"What does she want?" Snow piped up. "You just saw her not long ago."

Emma shrugged, "I don't know."

"Don't you?" Regina's voice sounded on the phone. "Let me help you out." There was some rustling heard on the other end of the phone. "I'm calling, Em-ma, to make a fantasy of yours come true," Regina said huskily.

"Uhhh," Emma stammered as she pushed her chair back hastily to get up. She needed to get away from Snow as soon as possible at the rate this was going. "Let me just…" she looked over at Snow apologetically. "I'm sorry, Snow," she began.

"Where are you going?" She asked, offended.

"Regina just needs me to," Emma gestured over her shoulder pointlessly, "Uhh…."

There was a sigh of resignation from Regina's end of the phone. In a normal voice, she chimed in, "Tell Snow that I need to talk to you about the last part of the project from earlier tonight. You did leave earlier than expected."

"Right," Emma said to herself and Regina. She looked over at Snow again, "Sorry, mom, Regina needs to finish up talking to me about the project. I left near the end to get you the things you were asking for."

"Fine," Snow responded, disappointed.

"We can chat tomorrow," Emma promised, already backing out towards the front door. "I'm just gonna take this call in my car so I don't wake Henry."

She quickly left the apartment and near bolted to her bug parked on the curb.

"What the hell, Regina?" She said once she was in. "I was in the middle of a conversation with Snow!"

Regina couldn't help but laugh. "I would have liked to see the look on her face if she had found out I called just to talk dirty to you." Emma shivered pleasantly at the phrase "talk dirty".

"I really need my own place. I had to come out to the car since I'm sharing a bedroom with Henry still."

"Thank goodness you're moving out in a few days," Regina responded. "Think about everything we could get up to with your own bedroom," she said suggestively. "Plus, I can soundproof the room with magic so you don't even have to stay quiet."

"Oh my God," Emma breathed, her heart rate picking up at the thought. "That sounds so hot."

"Eloquent as ever," Regina stated with a low chuckle. "So, Miss Swan," she purred, "I hope you're buckled in for this wild ride ahead of you."

Emma's mouth dried up at this, "Uhhh… yea," she breathed, feeling constricted in her clothes.

"I want you to imagine, Emma, that what I'm about to tell you is what I would be doing to you if I were there.." Emma licked her lips in anticipation. "Now," Regina continued. "I'd like you to act out the things I'm about to tell you."

"Okay," Emma breathed with a hitch in her voice.

"I would trail my hands up to cup your breasts," Regina continued. Emma let out an involuntary groan at the thought. "Are you doing that?" Regina asked.

Emma trailed her hands up her own body and grabbed her breasts, giving them a squeeze. "Yes," she responded in a rasp.

"Good," Regina stated. "So am I," she said huskily. Regina rolled her nipples between her fingers through the thin fabric of her nightgown. She let out a small grunt of pleasure as she said into the phone. "I would tease your nipples through the fabric of your clothes until they're standing at attention, just waiting for me. While I'm doing that, my other hand will slide down your body and lightly cup your clothed sex."

There was labored breathing coming from Emma's side of the phone line as she acted out Regina's words. "Lightly cup," Regina reminded into the phone and she heard a corresponding growl of frustration.

"Are you always a tease?" Emma asked as she shifted her body but kept her hand light on her core. She wanted to play by the rules.

"Perhaps," Regina murmured. "Or I just love keeping you frustrated."

"God, woman," Emma breathed, "you're going to be the death of me."

Regina chuckled into the phone. "Where were we?" She traced circles around the junction of her own thigh, never allowing herself to touch where she needed the most. "Oh right," she said breathlessly. "I'd tease you, moving around the spot that I know you want me to be. I would move my hands so close that you shift your hips in the hopes of getting more friction." She paused for a while, listening to Emma's breathes on the other side. "How are you feeling?" She asked.

Emma shifted in her seat of the car to get into a more comfortable position, allowing her legs to fall open just a bit more. "Frustrated," she grated out as she teased herself.

"Good," Regina responded. "Now, are you still wearing those jeans from earlier?"

"Mhmm," Emma responded. "Please tell me you're going to let me take them off," she almost begged.

"Don't be silly," Regina responded. "You're in a public place even if it's your car. Those will stay on."

Emma groaned in frustration.

"I would, however, reach under your shirt and unclasp your bra. With your bra unclasped, I'd snake my hands underneath the material to massage your wanting breasts. My fingers would tug at your nipples and feel how they strain against my palm."

"With my other hand, I'll tug at the button of your jeans until they come undone and slowly push the zipper down." Emma groaned as she followed the Mayors instructions, feeling herself grow hotter and wetter with each passing sentence. She was right, Regina's voice was perfect for phone sex.

Regina traced her own hands up her thigh, bunching the nightgown as she dragged her hands higher. She drew senseless patterns over the neatly trimmed hair that covered her core. "I would sneak my fingers past the waistband of your underwear, and stroke just above the junction of your legs."

"Regina," Emma begged as she did as she was told. She shifted her weight again to make room for her hand in her underwear.

"I would dip my hands just between and check just how wet and wanting you are for me," Regina finally said. They both dipped their hands and spread their folds. The accompanying gasp from both ends only served to push their desire to an even higher level. "Are you wet for me, Emma?" Regina rasped out as she slid her finger back and forth in her own wetness. "Because I'm undeniably wet for you."

"Yessss," Emma said with a hitched breath. "So wet." She moved along the length of her own slit, stopping just shy of her clit, knowing Regina had not asked her to move there yet. Her hips shifted in anticipation.

"Good," Regina groaned. "I don't think I can wait anymore, so I would move my fingers north and lightly brush over your sensitive pearl. I would move in circles, each time, pressing a little more firmly down." She heard Emma groan in relief as her hands found purchase with her clit.

"God, Regina," Emma breathed, "this is so good."

"As I continue to do that," Regina breathed, her voice starting to shake at her own ministrations. "I would randomly dip my fingers lower and tease your entrance, but I would not dip in."

Emma grunted at this. The temptation to just dip her fingers inside herself was extreme. "Give me some relief," Emma begged into the phone. "Put your fingers in me."

Regina chuckled lowly at this. "Queens do like to keep their subjects happy to an extent," she responded. "I would push my finger as far deep into you as I could… just because you begged for it." She followed her own words and slipped her own finger into herself, imagining it was Emma.

"Oh, yes," she heard on the phone as Emma did as she was told. Regina's own sex clenched at the sounds of Emma's voice. Emma shifted again in her seat as she tried to make more room for her hand so that she could push her fingers deeper into herself.

"I would start a steady rhythm," Regina continued as she began to move her finger in and out of herself. Getting a wild idea in her head, she said into the phone, "can you hear how wet I am for you?" She asked. She moved the phone off her ear and put it down next to her sex and the sound of her finger moving in and out against wet silky flesh sounded faintly through to Emma's ears.

Emma groaned loudly and Regina brought the phone back to her ear. "Yes… I can," Emma breathed as she sped up her own finger. "I'm so close".

"Me too," Regina admitted. "I would put a second finger inside you, Emma," she breathed into the phone as she positioned a second finger and plunged it deep inside her with an accompanying groan. "Did you do that for me?" Her own body adjusted easily to accommodate her second digit and she felt herself clench around them.

Emma shifted and lifted her hips as she positioned another finger over her entrance. She vaguely noted that her hand was starting to cramp from the tight space between her and the jeans, but she didn't care. "Yes, Regina," she responded as she slid a second finger in with the first. "It's so tight," she grunted out.

"Go faster, Emma," Regina said breathlessly as she sped up herself, bringing her closer to the edge. The palm of her hand pressed against her pearl with each push inside. "I'm so close," she rasped out.

"Me too," said the voice on the other end. "Oh my God, Regina," Emma panted. "Come with me?"

Regina groaned, the thought alone almost tumbling her over the edge. "I'll try," she ground out.

"Oh… Regina," Emma said as she moved her fingers faster and faster. "Regina… Your Majesty…" her voice built higher and higher as she felt herself reach her peak.

She cried out Regina's name in ecstasy and hearing that, Regina herself tumbled over the edge with a sharp intake of breath. There was no talking on either end for a minute as they both fought to catch their breathe.

"You fogged up my car windows," Emma accused in a satisfied voice.

Regina chuckled, "How is that possible when I wasn't even there, dear?"

"Not my fault your voice was exactly as I thought it'd be during phone sex," Emma retorted, zipping up her jeans and re-clasping her bra.

Regina hummed into the phone contently, "I'm glad I lived up to your fantasy."

"Lived up?" Emma said, "Madam Mayor, you've greatly surpassed any fantasy I could have."

Regina sniffed and said in a haughty tone, "I would have expected nothing less," she joked.

"Me neither," Emma admitted. "Of course you're perfect at this too." She cleaned herself up, got out of the car, and closed the door. "That was amazing by the way."

"It was for me too, dear."

"Well," Emma said as she got to the apartment door. "We are still on for the date tomorrow night?"

"Yes."

"Alright, well I'd better get back in the house before Snow thinks you kidnapped me."

Regina chuckled. "An evil part of me just wants to call her and let her know what I just did to her daughter."

Emma rolled her eyes even though she knew Regina couldn't see it. "Of course you do. See you tomorrow, Regina. I can't wait."

"Looking forward to it." Regina said and she clicked off the phone with a smile on her face.

Thoughts?