"Don't make promises you can't keep..."
"Huh?"
Emma pulls back a little, glancing down curiously, but the Mayor shakes her head, simply guiding pretty pink lips to her own as she nips at sweet, supple flesh. The brunette smirks appreciatively as the Sheriff lets out a low whimper, running her hands up beneath the soft white cotton of her tank top to explore the ridges and planes of her spine.
"What did you say?"
The Sheriff breathes huskily as she uses her own slender fingers to force back the darker woman's jaw, running the tip of her tongue teasingly down the column of Regina's throat as she moves herself a little to straddle the brunette's hips more forcefully.
"Nothing, dear..."
The Mayor sighs, her hands cupping twin blades as the blonde's shoulders ripple like angel wings beneath her fingers. Finding the narrow clasp to the younger woman's bra, she relinquishes her of the garment briskly, before running her hands up the latter's taut frame beneath her shirt to palm coyly at her breasts.
"Didn't sound like nothing..."
"Hush..."
Biting down aggressively at the Sheriff's collarbone, she earns herself sweet silence as Emma tenses blissfully in her lap. She soothes the cruel indentation of her teeth with her tongue, sucking gently at the mark and earning herself a low chuckle.
"You know, if we're supposed to be being careful, it may be an idea if you stop bruising my throat quite so often..."
"Wear a scarf..."
The brunette mutters, smirking at the regretful note to the blonde's suggestion. Biting down a little harder out of pure spite, she smiles against sweet flesh as Emma wriggles frantically on top of her, seeming to alternate between trying to force her gently away and pulling her closer. Eventually, the Sheriff leans back fully; stomach visibly taut beneath the thin cotton of her shirt as she engages her core to keep her steady at her newly acquired angle. Her eyes flicker with amusement and she admonishes the Mayor with a playful grin.
"Regina..."
"Don't pretend you don't like it."
"I never said I didn't like it..."
The darker woman raises a brow, studying the blonde coyly as the latter continues to regard her coquettishly beneath sooty lashes. Pushing at slim thighs, the Mayor attempts to lift the Sheriff up onto the desk, but they are of a similar weight, and in her current position she simply doesn't possess the necessary strength. Emma gets the gist however, and swings herself easily off crisp linen; hopping up easily to perch on the edge of the Mayor's desk with a curious glint in her eyes. Running her finger thoughtfully over her full lips, Regina regards the younger woman appreciatively, her voice sultry and rich when she speaks.
"I suppose I'll just have to find another spot to taste you..."
She expects Emma to blush furiously and respond in her usual clumsy manner, but she recognizes the dark pools of the blonde's pupils from when the younger woman has previously been aroused and knows that, curiously, it is in this state of playful limbo that the Sheriff tends to become a little more eloquent, however sordid her words may be.
"Do your worst."
It is a simple statement, not particularly kinky when taken out of context, but the Mayor wets her lips with her tongue as the younger woman proceeds to lean back a little and slowly plucks up the material of her shirt to expose the pale expanse of her stomach. Smirking devilishly, the blonde raises an eyebrow as the darker woman pulls herself forwards in her chair to sit closer in a curiously business-like manner.
"Careful what you wish for, dear."
In her current position, the brunette sits comfortably between the Sheriff's parted thighs, her eyes level with the blonde's flimsily covered breasts. Reaching round to grip at pert denim, she scoots the Sheriff forward just a little- smirking at the small yelp the younger woman makes as her hands flail behind her for purchase- and runs her tongue teasingly a few inches above the waistband of her jeans.
"Hey! That tickles!"
Regina chuckles huskily as she glances up to see the blonde biting her bottom lip in an attempt to stop herself from laughing. Continuing to skim soft skin to dip in at the younger woman's navel, she smirks victoriously as Emma thrashes and tries to get away; her throaty laughter filling the room pleasantly. Taking a twisted form of pity on her prey, the brunette's dark eyes flash dangerously and she nips sharply at the Sheriff's flesh without warning.
"Ah!"
The brunette pulls away quickly, studying the blonde in amusement. She knows her companion well enough by now not to confuse her pained yelp with a lack of pleasure, and her thoughts are quickly concluded when green eyes gaze down at her lustfully. Running her tongue purposefully over the small red mark she's created just left of the Sheriff's navel, she maintains eye-contact intently until she bites down once more in a flash of perfect white teeth. This time she uses a little more force, clamping hot flesh at the blonde's ribs between her teeth and flicking her tongue lightly over the imprisoned area.
"Holy shit..."
The younger woman has her eyes squeezed shut, her breathing rapid as she continues to hold a hand to her chest to keep her top up and out of the way. Taking opportunity of her element of surprise, Regina hones in with vicious intent; biting down savagely at the taut skin that lines the blonde's hip bone with a force that is dangerously close to drawing blood. She keeps her teeth firmly in place as Emma thrashes and kicks; determining her insistence to keep going from the way the Sheriff hisses pleasurably, her fingers tapping out idiot rhythms on the desktop as she squirms madly beneath the brunette's ministrations.
Increasing the pressure until she tastes a slight tang of copper, the Mayor cries out in surprise as the blonde's writhing has her suddenly toppling off the desk to land in a heap on the floor in front of her. Unsure whether to laugh or roll her eyes, the brunette waits curiously to see how the Sheriff will react, dark coals glittering as she licks away the sweet residue of the younger woman's blood from her bottom lip.
"Are you alright, dear?"
She smirks as Emma pops up to glance up at her in a tangled mess of curls, patting the forearm which comes to rest amiably on her thigh with sarcastic sympathy.
"That good was it?"
"I reckon I could substitute that for you slobbering on my neck, sure."
"Miss Swan, I do not- nor will I ever- 'slobber'..."
The Sheriff grins at the darker woman's defensively perturbed tone, shrugging wickedly. The Mayor regards her casually, content as Emma plays her fingers lazily over the crisp material of her dress pants.
"Are you planning on getting up at anytime, dear?"
"Hmm... in a little bit..."
Regina raises an eyebrow before letting out a small gasp as the Sheriff boldly moves her hands to the clasp of her pants and parts the expensive material briskly to expose black lace. She stares down at the blonde silently as the younger woman gestures almost casually that she should lift her hips. She supposes it is Emma's sudden aloofness that has her complying without a second thought, lowering herself back down once the blonde has pulled light linen deftly down to pool at her ankles.
"What are you doing?"
"Well... While I'm down here..."
The brunette lets out a low hum as the Sheriff plucks the lace of her underwear to the side and offers up a teasing swipe of her tongue.
"Sheriff... Emma... I-I'm supposed to be working."
"So work. I'm not stopping you."
Green eyes glitter as the younger woman smirks up at her wickedly and the Mayor can't help but feel that their roles have switched with almost nauseating speed. Not that she's really complaining.
"It's a little hard to concentrate with you fooling around down there..."
"Oh no...That's too bad... Sorry."
Regina smirks, the blonde not sounding sorry in the slightest, before letting out a low groan as slender fingers dip sweetly into her wetness and the warm velvet of the younger woman's tongue whispers across her flesh.
She leans her head back blissfully, musing over the image they must create. There is something almost regal about the way she sits upon her chair- her throne- with the Sheriff knelt between her legs that both empowers her and disturbs her. Entangling her fingers within pale curls, she hums quietly; trying to dispel thoughts of herself as the Queen and simply enjoy the moment.
"That doesn't sound like working..."
Regina glowers incredulously down at the blonde but the younger woman pays her no mind, simply changing her rhythm after muttering against hot flesh. Rolling her eyes despite the telling flutter beginning low in her stomach, the brunette tugs at soft curls irritably, her thighs flexing as she spreads them a little wider.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to talk with your mouth full?"
She gasps as the Sheriff slaps her lightly on the inner thigh as punishment, closing her eyes as her legs begin to tremble and she feels herself falling over the edge.
"You... You're a piece of work, Miss Swan."
She mutters breathlessly as she runs her fingers lightly through the blonde's messy hair. Finally coming down from her high, she regards the younger woman with pink-cheeked amusement as the latter remains knelt between her legs companionably. Emma shrugs with a grin, tossing back her long curls as she speaks.
"So I've been told..."
"I was supposed to get these papers finished by lunchtime..."
"I'm-"
"-You're not sorry!"
"Nah, you're right, I'm really not. That was far too much fun..."
Tapping the blonde briskly on the nose, the Mayor grumbles at her irritably to get up, pulling her chair closer to the desk and re-stacking the papers that have become somewhat crumpled during their activities. Watching the Sheriff out of the corner of her eye, she clears her throat as the blonde makes to leave with a self-satisfied smirk plastered to her pretty face.
"One moment, Sheriff."
"Huh?"
"Here, if you please."
The Mayor beckons authoritatively with her finger and waits for the blonde to comply and return to stand beside her in confusion. Pulling the younger woman down abruptly, the brunette finds her lips passionately; kissing her deeply to taste herself. Releasing the Sheriff, she offers her a small smirk as she flutters her fingers in farewell.
"Good day, Miss Swan."
"And a good day to you, Madame Mayor."
Regina shakes her head in amusement as the blonde takes her leave, her eyes flickering briefly to the small red stain that mars the Sheriff's top at her hip and smiling pensively.