Emma pushes herself up so that she sits face to face with Regina, the brunette's legs still draped over her own. Slender fingers tease their way through a curtain of gold; blindly searching for purchase and submission from the irritable garment that serves as the only barrier between the two women's upper bodies.
"What the... What the hell is wrong with this thing?"
The Mayor snarls low into her ear, while Emma tries to keep from squirming as sharp nails claw ruthlessly at her back. Deciding to take action before Regina can draw blood, she reaches up behind herself and tugs the tricky crooked teeth loose. The brunette sniffs in distaste.
"One of the many reasons to refrain from buying cheap underwear."
"Well, I'm sorry I didn't put as much forethought into what to wear in the case of a storm-induced romp as you did..."
"That is an ugly word, Sheriff, and not my point; you wouldn't display a Rembrandt in a cheap frame."
"I wasn't planning on displaying anything!"
"Clearly, as even going so far as to select matching under-garments seems beyond you."
"Whatever you say, Picasso."
An irritable tug at her hair causes the blonde to chuckle as she leans back slightly and allows for the Mayor to trail a hot course down her sternum with her tongue. Veering to one side, Regina catches the narrow strap of Emma's unhooked bra between her teeth and drags it slowly over her shoulder until it dangles loosely over her arm. She repeats the action on the other side before pulling the cheap fabric cleanly away; throwing it in the vague direction of the rest of the blonde's clothes.
"Much better..."
Regina runs her hand appreciatively up the valley between the blonde's breasts and offers her a decidedly wet kiss.
"Well, at least now I know how to sweeten you up next time we argue..."
"Oh, do shut up, Miss Swan."
"Make me."
Rolling her eyes, the brunette slips the younger woman her tongue, before pulling back to find the Sheriff grinning at her impishly.
Well, aren't you quite the schizophrenic little pixie, Miss Swan
Regina pushes at the blonde's sternum with a little more force; directing her back onto the sofa, and following suit herself so that her slender frame gently crushes the pale form beneath her. She can feel the Sheriff's breasts moving against her own, as ragged breaths whisper against her cheek. Readjusting herself slightly so that Emma's thigh rubs deliciously against the quickly dampening crotch of her underwear, she smirks as the younger woman gasps upon discovering her wetness. Grinding down harder, she braces herself with a hand on the armrest behind Emma's head so as better to study her guest.
The blonde takes advantage of the space created between them to run her hands roughly up the Mayor's sides before palming coyly at firm breasts now directly above her. Regina moans quietly and rewards the Sheriff with a slow kiss. Her dark locks brush against pale cheeks teasingly- catching on dark lashes- and she groans into the other's mouth as she feels her nipple rolled- none too gently- between slim fingers. She retaliates with an experimental nip at the blonde's lip; quickly tasting fresh copper as she reopens the indents from her previous assault. The slender limbs beneath her tense, and she feels rather than hears a soft keening from below her, but before she can release wounded flesh from between her teeth, the thigh she straddles so deliciously works a small rotation; effectively doubling the tantalizing friction between her heat and Emma's leg.
"Oh god!"
She groans the words before she can stop herself; Emma's bruised lip still in place between gritted teeth. She feels the wetness in her mouth increase as that tell-tale metallic taste becomes stronger, and she finally lets the Sheriff go; bracing herself up again so she can look down into pale features dancing with eery shadows cast by the fire. A thin trickle of blood flows freely from the blonde's lip and down her chin; the droplet catching perilously on the sharp line of her jaw before descending into the hollow of her throat. Its progress is slow, and Regina is unsure how much time elapses as she watches the ruby pearl drop, but their breathing is harsh and synchronized, and the blonde's leg continues to slowly stimulate her through sodden silk.
I did that.
Despite it being somewhat out of character, she still expects to feel a small sense of guilt.
Really? Guilt?
Perhaps that would be too strong a word, but at least a sense of wrong-doing. But, looking down into eyes so diluted that only the thinnest rim of green is visible, she feels only arousal. As a woman in her position, she has occasionally inflicted measurable amounts of pain into her passion, but never before has the action been spurred on by the recipient. Pain is not something she herself has ever thought of as a particular turn on- preferring the satisfaction of power over physical discipline- but the harsh breaths of the blonde beneath her and the darkness of her eyes have her rethinking the matter.
"Do you like it rough, Sheriff?"
She had been aiming for seductive, but she suppresses a cringe at how lame the question sounds when voiced; reminiscent of bad pornography at best. Regardless, the thigh working its magic against her centre grinds with a new violence, and battered lips form a positively evil grin. Emma lifts her head to bring a pebbled nipple into her mouth; sharp teeth closing with measured force. Regina instantly grabs a fistful of hair from the crown of the Sheriff's scalp and slams her back down into the sofa, silently delighting in the small yelp and the wet smack as the younger woman relinquishes her nipple painfully.
"What did I tell you about biting!?"
The blonde smirks boldly, and the Mayor slams her own body down roughly, forcing the air painfully from Emma's lungs. She remains nose to pretty nose with the younger woman; piercing her icily with her dark gaze.
"You will not mark me, Miss Swan! You will not-"
She slams her hips down into the blonde's again; eliciting another choked gasp
"-treat me with anything other that respect! Just because you like things rough, doesn't mean you may manhandle me! Unlike you, I don't wish to be rut like a dog in the street!"
Green eyes flash angrily, but slip closed a moment later when the pink velvet of the Mayor's tongue finds her jaw and licks away the ugly red smear there; breaking up the movement to suck hard at the pale flesh of her throat while her teeth chafe delicate skin as she continues.
"But you do, don't you dear? You like for it to hurt...ah... Oh, so good... Am I right? ...Hmm?"
The Mayor's words are sporadic; broken by her nips to the Sheriff's flesh and the struggle for breath as she grinds herself against the blonde with greater earnest. Emma simply replies by letting out a shuddering sigh and stroking her fingers feverently over the bare skin of Regina's back. She takes care not to graze slightly sweaty flesh with her nails; her hands dancing with a gentleness she wasn't aware she possessed.
"You like for it to be dirty... For it to be messy..."
The brunette continues her wet ministrations up the blonde's throat- erasing the trail of spilt blood- grazing her teeth and tongue along the latter's jaw, and occasionally pressing a harsh kiss to swollen lips.
"Because you are dirty aren't you, Miss Swan? You're filthy..."
Any other time and the words would make her want to vomit with their cheap cliche, but as she rides the woman beneath her and whispers the words into hot, wanton flesh, she feels herself coming closer and closer to the brink, and the throaty half-moans leaving the blonde's mouth are only too telling. She releases the hand still tangled in Emma's hair and trails it down between them; playing it momentarily over scant lace, before roughly yanking the damp fabric to the side and slipping two fingers easily into between slick folds. Emma's eyes shoot open from their lust-induced half-mast and she cries out, only to have the sound swallowed swiftly by the brunette's mouth.
Regina chuckles and begins a slow rhythm with her fingers, the blonde's leg trembling under the weight of her body but still continuing to move valiantly, if a little awkwardly
"Filthy... What do you suppose people would think?... Their Sheriff lying on her back with her legs spread, liquored up and letting herself be touched like this?... What do you think your sweet little housemate would make of it? If she really knew what her lovely... Little girl liked to get up to?"
"Shu- ah- shut up!"
Regina grins, wondering if she's hit a nerve, but with the way the blonde has her head thrashed to the side, eyes shut as she continues to pant and move her hips- as much as is possible in their current position- in accordance to the Mayor's fingers, it makes it impossible to say. The brunette wonders if it's merely a form of defiant habit and grins wickedly.
"Why? Am I wrong?... Don't you go claiming innocence now, Sheriff... You like this... You like it when I fuck you..."
A low groan, and Regina smirks victoriously, before a strong leg suddenly hooks around hers and she finds herself toppling ungracefully off the sofa onto her back. A bone-cracking thunk, and she feels the floor next to her reverberate as the Sheriff's kneecaps connect painfully either side of her; a sudden weight crushing down on her stomach warmly.
Blonde tresses trail above her like vines, casting the Sheriff's face into shadow, but not so much so that the Mayor can't make out the telling gleam of white teeth grinning maliciously above her. She attempts to throw Emma off of her, but the blonde is strong and keeps her position easily. Regina gradually resists her urge to struggle; having to suffice with merely glaring petulantly up into that striking flash of teeth. Once the brunette stills, the Sheriff finally leans in closer, her hair falling softly over the Mayor's skin- devouring her- and whispering huskily into her ear
"That's right... I do..."