"That's right... I do."
Regina lets out a low groan of approval as the blonde drags her nails- feather light- over the taut expanse of her abdomen, raising a trail of goose-bumps in their wake. Silken gold whispers maddeningly over sunkissed flesh as Emma lowers her attention to the Mayor's chest. The brunette sighs as she feels a soft puff of air brush teasingly over her nipple, before the blonde takes the hardened nub into her mouth and coats her prize and the surrounding flesh with hot moisture. She releases the tender bud slowly, before blowing down once more; her breath turning glistening wetness instantly cold. She smirks to herself as Regina shudders beneath her, and dips the warm velvet of her tongue back to flesh and drags a hot, wet path to the brunette's other breast.
The Mayor moans quietly and drinks in the hypnotic waves of cornsilk that trail over her as the Sheriff continues her ministrations. The softly defined vertebra at the top of the blonde's spine ripple pleasantly beneath pale skin, but her face remains hidden behind the curtain of her hair. Regina extends her hand to move the soft curls out of the way- wanting to see the younger woman's face, and the pink flash of her tongue- but Emma catches her hand deftly and forces it none too gently to rest above her head. The Sheriff reaches for its twin and repeats the motion, holding slender wrists captive as she moves to hover her lips above the brunette's; casting them both into near darkness as blonde tresses tumble over them like a shroud.
"Uh, uh- no touching."
"But... I want to..."
The Mayor's tone is almost petulant; not used to being told 'no', and Emma gives a throaty chuckle as she keeps them in their shadowed prison.
"What a shame then, Madame Mayor, that you can't... Always... Get... What...You... Want..."
She alternates her words with deep kisses, before capturing Regina's lips completely and savoring the ghostly taste of apples that still lingers between them like a secret. The brunette huffs and twitches her wrists in the blonde's firm grasp, more on principle than with any real exerted effort towards being rewarded her release. Emma smiles and nips delicately at the Mayor's earlobe, before whispering into that pink shell dangerously; her voice low with warning.
"My handcuffs are in my coat pocket, don't make me use them..."
Regina instantly relents her half-assed struggling and lies perfectly still under the warm weight of the blonde. Recognizing submission, Emma places a final kiss to the Mayor's jaw before manoeuvring herself agilely to kneel between the brunette's legs. Regina cranes her neck up to watch her, but that maddening mass of hair still hides pretty, heightened features as Emma casts her attention down almost contemplatively. With clinical efficiency, she hooks two fingers into the waistband of the Mayor's underwear and drags scant silk down at a torturously slow pace. When she reaches the barrier the swell of the brunette's backside creates against the cold stone floor, she slips a hand beneath the space created by the curve of the darker woman's back and guides her to lift her hips just a little. With the garment free, she slides it easily down the Mayor's legs and casts it absently-mindedly behind her.
Regina feels her breath catch in her throat as the blonde studies her silently, letting it out shakily when pale hands push at her legs gently to open her up fully. Slim fingers flutter lightly over the insides of her thighs- skimming teasingly into the edges of neat, dark curls- before they travel back up to her raised knees as the blonde dips her head- her intent clear- and the Mayor finds her mind spinning as she struggles to comprehend their current situation.
She finds she doesn't really give much of a care how they got here, once teasingly soft breath ghosts over her warm, exposed flesh.
"Fuck..."
"Didn't anyone ever tell you to be patient?"
The Sheriff murmurs, her lips brushing the sensitive flesh at Regina's core while she muses, causing the darker woman's breath to hitch audibly.
The first few swipes of her tongue are softly experimental in their intimacy, as Emma breathes in the warm scent of the Mayor. Dipping deeper, she feels just how wet the other woman really is, and travels up to pull the swollen bundle of nerves waiting for her into her mouth. Regina cries out, and is only just able to stop herself as she instinctively moves to pull the Sheriff closer to her. Instead, she pushes her hips up wantonly, sighing blissfully as she is rewarded with another hard swipe of pointed velvet.
Emma continues her affections; setting her pace to match the quivering movements of the brunette's pelvis. Dragging a hand slowly up the Mayor's sex-slick thigh, she dips a finger into Regina's heat; corkscrewing up to find the place that results in a guttural groan up above her. She quickens her movements as slim legs begin to spasm tellingly, using her free hand to finally brush her hair away from her face.
Regina looks down and catches green eyes flashing up to find her own as the blonde increases the pressure; thrusting her fingers with ruthless vigour. She drops her head back with a cry; feeling warm waves of ecstasy begin to radiate out from her core. The Sheriff circles her fingers once more, before they become drenched in sweet nectar and the brunette clamps her legs tightly around her shoulders as she hisses out a choked string of curse words.
Eventually, the vice-like grip of Regina's thighs loosens; her limbs dropping weakly to the floor, leaving her spent and exposed as she catches her breath with one arm flung dramatically over her eyes. When she trusts herself with coherent thought, she gingerly regains her vision and props herself up onto her elbows to take in the blonde. Emma kneels patiently before her; eyes dark and hair forming a crazed mane and falling heavily over her pale form.
Naked but for the thin strip of lace that still remains.
Locking eyes with the darker woman spread before her, she lifts her glistening fingers to her mouth and licks them clean with an absurd display of etiquette.
The brunette reaches out; pulling the younger woman back down on top of her and dragging those wicked fingers from bruised lips. She moves them to her own mouth and tastes the combined wetness of her sex and Emma's tongue.
She is vaguely aware that the fire has burned away to nothing; the blonde's eyes glittering back at her feverishly in the semi-darkness.
Regina relinquishes the Sheriff's fingers and struggles to get up; pushing past the blonde who remains knelt where she is, her face carefully neutral as she watches the Mayor's nude form retreat towards the door. She feels a stab of irritation- quickly drowned by sickening awkwardness- as Regina leans down to gather up her discarded garments from floor before pulling her coat from the hook that hangs on the back of the solid oak door. Feeling hot color flushing across to her cheeks, Emma stands up stiffly- knees protesting painfully over their ordeal on the stone floor- and walks to the door; feeling suddenly exposed. She holds one hand primly across her chest as she extends the other to take her clothes from the Mayor. Regina smirks and flips her hair back in a way that shouldn't command the authority it does given the fact she remains completely naked.
"Hold out your hands, Miss Swan"
"What?"
The blonde's tone is familiarly irritable, and the Mayor suspects that- had she not been blushing bare- there would have been an eye-roll thrown in for good measure. Regina ignores the Sheriff's mediocre attempt at nonchalance and simply taps her bare foot impatiently as she regards the younger woman though bored. Finally, Emma removes the hand attempting to provide her with belated modesty and lets it hover next to the other in front of her; raising a brow in question at the irksome brunette.
"Good girl."
Regina drops the clothes bundled in her arms with liquid speed- knowing that without the element of surprise, the blonde's physical strength will surpass her own- and the Sheriff is vaguely aware of a gleam of silver and a metallic click, before the Mayor pushes her roughly against the door- forcing her arms up to extend almost painfully- and stepping away just as quickly as she'd come at her.
"What the hell?!"
Emma moves to lunge at the darker woman, but yelps as a sharp pain bites down her arms. She looks up above her to find her wrists encased in twin circlets of silver, fastened by a chain over the elaborately curved hook of the door. She recognizes her restraints instantly and growls at the woman that would have the audacity to use her own damn handcuffs to render her helpless.
"Un-cuff me!"
"Oh, I don't think so, dear..."
Full lips curve into a sadistic smile. The blonde stretches up onto her toes in an attempt to unhook herself from the tricky metal curve nailed to the door, but its shape is such that what is slipped over the maddening spiral with relative ease is much trickier to remove.
"Come on, Regina, I can't get my hands over the fucking twist at the top!"
The Mayor laughs merrily, shaking her head as if Emma has just told a particularly amusing anecdote.
"Do you not think, Miss Swan, that that was entirely the idea?"