A/N: Not that this scene doesn't get a little heated, but if you wanted more of the Convent Girl side to the story, I do also have a short story called 'Role Play' which is a tag on to this fic I never got round to slotting in. It's just a few little smut scenes between these two that occur at some point or other after the conversations had in this chapter. Enjoy that- if interested- and this! :)
The Mayor keeps her back to the Sheriff as the younger woman peeks hesitantly into the room; smiling at her salaciously through her reflection in the grand mirror that overhangs the sink. Running a slender hand slowly down the flat plane of her bare stomach, she tilts her head first one way and then the other as if trying to rid herself of an irritable stiffness, smirking at the way Emma's eyes follow the path of her descending hand reflected in the mirror.
The brunette's wandering fingers disappear from view as the ornate glass only reaches so low as her navel, causing the Sheriff to let out a small sigh before her wide eyes switch to linger on the darker woman's pert buttocks that are most definitely not a reflection, but the real thing. Fantasy made flesh. Stalking slowly up behind Regina, the blonde presses herself flush against the Mayor's bare body, brushing her lips teasingly against the tantalizing column of her slender neck; twin pairs of lustful eyes drinking in the sordid vision they create.
God damn, but we make an attractive couple.
The older woman smiles inwardly, tilting her head to allow the Sheriff better access to her throat. The blonde applies gentle pressure to her pulse point and the brunette lets out a low groan, resisting her internal instinct to let her eyes slip blissfully closed in favour of watching the younger woman's mouth assault her flesh- pink tongue flickering occasionally into view- as darkened green eyes hold her own predatorily through the glass.
"You're wearing far too many clothes, dear..."
Regina hisses; turning her head to speak directly into the Sheriff's ear. She closes her eyes briefly, trying to chase away the memory of the blonde saying much the same thing when lying on the cot in the jail cell. Fortunately, she seems to be the only one suffering uneasy flashbacks, as Emma simply smirks before taking a step back.
The Mayor swallows the small moan of disappointment that threatens to escape her throat as the younger woman's delectable heat disappears from her wanting flesh.
Turning to face the blonde, Regina raises an eyebrow in haughty amusement as the Sheriff strips herself off with all the dignity and poise of a five year old boy wishing to play in the mud. Chuckling huskily at Emma's ill-hidden eagerness, she wets her lips with the tip of her tongue as her dark eyes dance with carnal mirth.
"My, my... A little eager to get naked for a convent girl, aren't you?"
As soon as the words leave her lips, she regrets them; knowing the Sheriff well enough to suspect she is less than accepting of jokes at the expense of her childhood. Yet again however, Emma surprises her; offering a coy wink as she pulls the elastic from her hair and shakes out her curls in a way that causes the brunette's breath to hitch audibly.
"Well, you know what they say about convent girls..."
Regina lets out a low chuckle, taking a step towards the blonde so that they stand practically nose to pretty nose.
"No... What's that, Miss Swan?"
The Sheriff's salacious smirk lingers a moment longer before it disintegrates into a lopsided grin as she shrugs her bare shoulders amiably.
"Actually, I have no idea... I just hear we feature in porn on a fairly regular basis."
The brunette lets out an unguarded bray of laughter which feels foreign in the air between them, shaking her head as she regards Emma with a raised brow and bemused grin.
"My mind is positively racing with images of you in a little habit, clutching your rosary..."
"I wasn't a fucking nun! And it wasn't really a 'convent' convent, it was just supported by the local church and we had to attend Sunday school-"
"-Then my mind is racing with images of you struggling to bite your incessant tongue through Sunday school... In a habit... With nothing underneath..."
"My fifteen year old self would be thrilled she was the star of such fantasies!"
The blonde's tongue pokes teasingly from between her teeth and the brunette lunges forwards like lightening to bite at it warningly. Emma lets out a low chuckle, snaking her arm playfully around the brunette's waist as she whispers dangerously into the perfect shell of her ear to counteract the irritation she senses from the Mayor at the insinuation of her inappropriate thoughts.
"And why imagine me naked beneath a robe when you can have the real thing right now?..."
Regina shivers; the Sheriff's breath tickling her cheek as she whispers. Running her hands sensually up the younger woman's back, she drags her nails roughly down the twin blades of her shoulders, garnering both a surprised yelp and the intoxicating sight of eight long, red lines marring perfect skin in the mirror.
"Are you always this crude in the morning?"
"Says the woman who begged me to strip..."
"I don't remember begging..."
"Not verbally maybe... But your eyes... They were all 'yes, Emma, get naked'... You love it..."
"Dear God, how does Miss Blanchard put up with you?"
"Oh, she doesn't want to get me naked."
"Of course she doesn't! She's your... Housemate..."
The brunette hides away her air of disgust, opting instead to find the blonde's lips hungrily. She muses absently-mindedly on the absurd length of time it's been since she's woken up to a lover who has stayed the night through, and how easily she has forgotten the curious arousal that comes from the type of play that exists- inexplicably- only in the morning.
Of course she doesn't want you naked. And besides. You're mine.
Finding the Sheriff's narrow hips and using them to steer her backwards into the spacious glass-walled shower stall, she pushes the younger woman up against the wall, letting her tongue dip slyly between obediently parted lips.
She slams her hand out onto the the chrome depressor that starts the shower without warning, readying herself for the inevitably icy spray as the shower gushes forth its initial shuddering bursts; revelling in the absurdly feminine squeal this elicits from the blonde pressed against her.
"Shut up!"
She presses her palm roughly over the younger woman's mouth to muffle her scream, but her dark eyes glitter with good-humor as she studies the wide-eyed shock of the blonde. Already, the water begins to heat up blissfully, but her skin feels deliciously taut and sensitive after its swift icy torture. A glance down at the Sheriff's beautifully tight frame lets her know she's not alone. She is about to voice a salacious comment on the way the blonde's nipples peak delightfully in protest to their attack- and the way her stomach ripples with visible gooseflesh- when Emma subdues her with a wicked stroke of her tongue along the length of the middle finger of the hand still clamped to her lips.
"Ugh!"
The Mayor retracts her hand instantly with a scowl, but neither of them is fooled by the act; the brunette's chest flushing slightly as her eyes dart animalistically over the blonde's pale face. The Sheriff laughs lightly, the sound becoming muffled at the brunette leans closer to push up against her.
"Behave yourself..."
The brunette's stern warning only serves to make the Sheriff laugh harder, spurred on as slender fingers tickle traitorously at her ribs. Her husky giggles cut off quickly however, when Regina strokes her assaulting hand swiftly downwards and dips her fluttering fingers into slick warmth.
"Oh!"
Emma lets out a low gasp, before wandering her own hands easily over to the soft flesh of the Mayor's backside, taking a firm hold on supple cheeks and grinding the darker woman against her; trapping Regina's hand between their water-slick flesh.
"If you bruise me, Sheriff..."
The brunette's tone is dangerous with warning, spoken grittily into the damp skin of the younger woman's throat. She runs her teeth over delicate tendons in reward as strong fingers ease up their hold on her soft flesh instantly. She waits for Emma to complain about double standards- the marks lining her shoulder blades sure to be stinging beneath the hot water- but the blonde only hums appreciatively; head tipped back against the wall with her eyes closed.
"Good girl."
She moves back slightly, reaching down for the amber and orange-blossom shampoo that rests on a small built-in ledge to their side. Squeezing a generous amount of the fragrant suds into her hands, she massages the lather slowly into drenched golden tresses; the weight of the water pulling the younger woman's light curls long and straight.
She feels the Sheriff jerk beneath her ministrations and leans back to regard her curiously, rolling her eyes when Emma squints back at her with a pained grin of bemusement as she scrunches one eye shut against the sting of the shampoo.
"Did it not occur to you to close your eyes?"
"It did... It also occurred to me that when I looked down, your breasts were right in my eye-line..."
The Mayor smirks, brushing the back of her hand gently over the blonde's soapy lashes with a long-suffering sigh. Her breath is cut short when soft lips press hotly against hers.
They remain that way, slowly tasting and feeling as the pounding water gradually rinses the suds from the Sheriff's long hair.
Emma peeks over at the shelf containing the brunette's bath products curiously as a wandering hand comes to rest in the valley between her breasts and sharp teeth pull gently at her bottom lip. Running a finger wickedly through the neat curls between the Mayor's thighs, she steps back to receive an irritated glower.
"I'm not the only one who's dirty, Madame Mayor."
Regina raises an eyebrow; the Sheriff's tone uncharacteristically sugary. The innocent sweetness of her words is hot in itself, but the debauched smirk on kiss-swollen lips cinches the deal. The brunette shivers, watching intently as Emma bends over slowly to survey her bath products at a closer range.
Finally, the blonde selects a small bottle of jasmine scented body wash and hovers it periously over the Mayor's chest. Flipping the cap and squeezing firmly, she empties almost half the bottle in a clear stream of viscous liquid; the cool gel running slowly down pert breasts and the soft flesh of the darker woman's stomach.
"What on earth are you-"
"Shh...Trust me."
Regina frowns, but allows the blonde a chance to clarify her actions. Emma takes a step closer until they once more stand flush with one another, capturing deliciously full lips as she wraps her arms firmly around the brunette. She deepens their kiss, replacing sensual pleasure with erotic passion. Their breathing becomes labored and each begins to writhe against the other as hands begin exploring feverishly and simple touches become wanton ministrations.
As their movements become ever more frantic, the liberal dose of body wash the Sheriff upended onto the darker woman lathers up into a rich cream of exotic scented bubbles that coat flushed skin.
Pulling the Mayor roughly to her- her hand cupped firmly to chocolate tresses- the blonde ravishes the older woman with new vigor as she abruptly slams her palm against wet folds and teases mercifully.
"Oh Christ, Oh, God..."
This time Emma refrains from quipping at the brunette for her biblical tinged cries, simply straining to keep the Mayor locked firmly against her as Regina beings to shake in her arms as she tips over into euphoria. The blonde catches her easily, holding her firmly up on her feet as the brunette breathes harshly into the fragile flesh of her collarbone.
"... Shit..."
Regina pushes herself back from the Sheriff gingerly, dark eyes slightly dazed as she stares at the younger woman. Emma smiles knowingly, before letting her eyes travel pointedly over the brunette's flawless body where the cooling water washes away the fragrant suds of her sins.
"You clean up quite nicely..."
"Do shut up."
The Mayor's voice shakes slightly as she struggles to stand of her own accord, however she still manages a fairly convincing roll of her eyes. Clearing her throat, she turns around and shuts off the water which is slowly turning to frigid ice before stepping out the shower. She hands the blonde a towel wordlessly- helping herself to spare from the airing cupboard by the sink- and turns away to dry off. Glancing at the small clock that rests on a shelf of beauty products she sighs defeatedly.
"It's ten to seven, you should-"
"-Yeah, I know."
Regina turns to find the Sheriff pulling on her shirt, catching a brief glimpse of vivid red marks marring the pale flesh of her shoulder blades before they disappear beneath a scarlet haze.
I think... I think I will always hurt you in some shape or form...
Stepping behind Emma and tucking in the label which pokes mischievously out from the blonde's collar, she gives the younger woman a sarcastic pat on the backside, earning herself a bemused roll of twinkling green eyes.
"I better get going."
"I should say so... I imagine I'll see you soon, Miss Sw-... Emma."
"Oh, I imagine you will, Mayor Mills."