As Emma pulls up into the looming shadow of the Mayor's mansion, she turns to the brunette with a frown as the darker woman negates to slip from the slightly sticky discomfort of her bug; the day unseasonably warm and the air-con broken.
"Uh..."
"You aren't coming in?"
"I can ... Won't Sydney-"
"-Never mind about Sydney, the man's a mess. Besides, I suppose I better run the fact that he'll be in charge of Henry by-"
"-Hey, woah, wait! I thought I told you the kid was going to stay with Mary Margaret while we were away?!"
"My dear, you tell me all sorts of things to which I pay little attention."
"Regina! that wasn't the deal! I thought we agreed? I made it clear that you weren't coming with me unless Henry stays with my... Mom."
Rolling her eyes at the blonde's childlike griping, the Mayor turns in her seat to regard the younger woman loftily.
"And just how do you suppose you would stop me from coming along, Sheriff?"
"I... Well, I guess I can't physically stop you-"
A slight twitch to the side of the younger woman's mouth despite her irritation and the brunette sighs with ill-hidden amusement.
"-But it's pretty shitty of you to go back on your word like that..."
"I never once gave you my word; you told me that it was 'settled' and I failed to rectify you on the matter in front of Gold."
"Ugh, Regina!"
"Ugh, Emma!"
"...Seriously? You're going with mimicry?"
"Well, you make it so easy, dear..."
Chuckling as the blonde lets out a low groan of frustration, Regina narrows her eyes when slim fingers flick at her thigh sharply.
"Why don't we just ask Henry what he'd rather?"
"Because we both know what his answer will be."
"Exactly! See, it is settled!"
Rolling her eyes as the Sheriff kills the engine and jumps swiftly from the car, the brunette slips free from her side, regarding the blonde irritably over the obnoxiously yellow roof of the bug.
"This isn't over, Miss Swan..."
"Really? Sure feels like it's over. We've stopped talking about it, and I'm walking away."
Sighing as she glares moodily at golden tresses tumbling frantically as the younger woman turns away with a smirk and jogs easily up the stone steps to the front door, Regina slams her car door shut and follows along with a sour expression. Pushing fussily past Emma to slide her key into the lock, her anger dissipates ever so slightly as a hand slips momentarily to her waist; the gesture amiable and reminiscent of the warm affection in which the blonde so often pretends to be lacking.
"Your Majesty... Miss Swan."
Regina frowns at the man who comes hurrying towards the door; not liking the drop in temperature evident in his tone as he regards the Sheriff.
And not altogether keen on the fact that I should feel so ridiculously protective of the woman. I doubt she even noticed.
"Sydney..."
The brunette goes on to usher them into the living room, watching pensively as the blonde veers off towards the sofa where Henry sits reading and flops down next to him, grinning. Turning to reporter, she explains the basics of their current situation; informing the man that she and the Sheriff are to be taking leave of the town for a few days and that, while her son is to spend the respective time with the young schoolteacher, she is looking to him to keep an eye on things.
"You're leaving Henry with her? Regina-"
"-Your Majesty, Mr Glass... And yes. Apparently so."
Frowning in confusion as the brunette mutters these last words with an irritable glance towards the young woman sprawled out inappropriately on his Mayor's immaculate furniture, Sydney keeps his thoughts to himself. The Swan woman's current display of slobbish behaviour irks him, given the caliber of the company she is fortunate enough to be keeping, but he knows better than to raise an issue which Regina herself seems to be letting slide.
"Your Majesty..."
"That will be all for now, Sydney."
Shooing the reporter from the room and out into the hallway, Regina waits impatiently as he shuffles back into his spotless work shoes. She can make out the low drawl of the blonde as she chats to Henry, and from the occasional inquisitive quip voiced in return, she imagines Emma is explaining their imminent absence. She is once more struck with the curious notion that- despite her irritation at the blonde's insistence of leaving Henry in her mother's care- she is okay with Emma having taken it upon herself to talk to Henry. Bidding Sydney a curt farewell, she makes her way back into the living room and stands in the doorway; listening in on the Sheriff's conversation with the young boy thoughtfully.
"Were you planning on helping at all?"
The brunette snaps irritably, casting a bemused scowl over her shoulder at the Sheriff who lies lazily on the plush covers of her bed. The venom in her tone garners her little fear, however. In fact, on the contrary, the blonde proceeds simply to grin cattily as she continues to twist a strand of hair repeatedly around her index finger.
"You really want me going through your stuff, Madame Mayor?"
"You don't have to go through it, but you could at least move out of the way so that I can lay things out."
Casting her gaze coolly upon the vast expanse of mattress available to her side, Emma raises an eyebrow with a smirk as she watches the brunette continue to fuss with the multitude of garments spilling from her dresser. She decides to keep the fact that in doing so, Regina sways her linen-clad behind in a most pleasing manner to herself.
"Regina, we're going away for two days- three days tops- just chuck some extra underwear in your bag and be done with it."
Rising slowly to regard the blonde caustically through the looking glass resting on heavy mahogany, the Mayor rolls her eyes, speaking to the reflected Sheriff disdainfully.
"I have a slightly more refined sense of self-worth than yourself, dear..."
Struck with the memory of Emma's own admissions while lying in much the same position not so long ago, she frowns, deciding to follow up her comment as to the blonde's inner psyche with simple teasing in order to take the bite out of her words.
"I'm not what you would call a 'dirty girl', Sheriff."
Emma chuckles at this appreciatively, her tongue caught between her teeth as she watches Regina go back to work.
Well, as she watches Regina's ass as Regina goes back to work.
"Would that imply that you think I am, Madame Mayor?"
Rolling her eyes irritably- not a woman to take kindly to being repeatedly distracted from the task at hand- the brunette turns to face the younger woman once more, caught out by the husky quality to the Sheriff's query. Dark eyes flashing as she finds intense green, she recognises the twin spots of colour pinpricking high cheekbones and the mischievous pull to the blonde's lips easily and offers her own smirk as she stalks slowly towards the bed with the pretence of using its surface to lay out the sweater held in her hand.
"There's very little 'thinking' to it, Miss Swan."
"Oh?"
Breath catching as the younger woman pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and allows her hand to wander the flat plane of her stomach until slim fingers rest on rough denim, Regina clears her throat; trying to repress the grin threatening to grace her full lips.
"What are you doing, dear?"
Airy. Arrogant. Bored.
"Hmm, I guess I'm initiating a little pants off dance off-"
The Mayor loses her battle with nonchalance; husky laughter rolling prettily off her tongue as she shakes her head and looks down at the Sheriff with a sigh.
"Oh, Miss Swan, your sexual advances continue to be so subtle and romantic..."
"If you wanted romance, Regina, you settled for the wrong person."
Emma chides, turning her attention back to the fingers working the stiff brass button of her jeans before raising blown green to meet humorous brown as delicate hands cover her own.
"Oh, I think I'll stick with what I have..."
Climbing easily onto the bed and straddling the swatch of lace exposed through parted denim, the brunette nips at the blonde's smirk bossily, pushing the younger woman hard against the headboard; soft pillows framing golden tresses like a halo.
"And don't call it 'settling'... That's not what it is."
Scarlet lips leave the Sheriff's and begin a hot trail down her throat; Emma reciprocating by slipping her hand wickedly down to the clasp of crisp linen dress-pants and fiddling them open skilfully.
"Fine, you picked the wrong person to fall madly, head over heels in lust with-"
"-Love with."
"No lust?"
The blonde's playful teasing is replaced by a low gasp as neat white teeth nip at her collarbone in reprimand. Turning her head to the side to allow better access as the Mayor continues her ministrations ever lower, she dips her fingers delicately into wet silk; the angle a little difficult to work with, but the hitch to the Mayor's breathing enough to have her continuing her exploration eagerly.
"We need to hurry up, dear... You still need to go home and p-ah-pack..."
"It'll only take me five minutes."
"...How cocky of you..."
Laughing at Regina's teasing insinuation, Emma rolls them swiftly; baring down on the brunette with an evil smirk as she continues working her fingers beneath quickly dampening lingerie.
"To pack. This... Won't take nearly as long."
Opening her mouth to offer a disdainful quip in return, Regina lets out a choked cry as skilled fingers pick up a cruel pace and her vision becomes obstructed by a mess of cornsilk as the Sheriff trails her tongue swiftly down the slender column of her throat. Squirming in an attempt to both increase the pleasure offered by the blonde and escape so that she might at least remove her clothes, the Mayor eventually gives up in order to respond hotly as the younger woman's free hand finds her glossy locks and brushes them shakily back as she finds her lips with her own dominantly.
Tangling the fingers of her left hand into pale tresses to keep the Sheriff in her delectable position, Regina lets the right slip beneath flimsy cotton to find taut muscle before trailing up to find the pleasant weight of globed flesh encased in cheap lace. Growling in response, the blonde increases the force played out between tellingly quivering thighs; using her palm to brush maddeningly against the sweet spot where the Mayor needs it most.
Chuckling as the brunette's kiss becomes clumsy and laced with soft moans, Emma slows the delicious torture of her fingers, allowing painfully tense thighs to relax and panted breaths to become slightly more regular as Regina plays with tangled curls gently; deepening their kiss with slow passion as she pulls the younger woman to lie flush on top of her, her free hand playing soft patterns across the Sheriff's back.
"Told you..."
"Oh, hush."
Rolling off the brunette, Emma climbs from the bed and does her jeans back up, smirking at the irritable expression this action garners her.
"You were right, we need to get a move on if we want to sort things out with Mary Margaret. You'll just have to admire my lady parts later."
Rolling her eyes with a low breath of laughter, Regina sighs, fussing her hair back into subordination.
"Miss Swan, if you imagine we will performing a repeat act of these activities in that woman's house, you are-"
"-Of course not!"
"But then-"
"-Last I checked I had a car in which the seats can be put down."
"You want to do... To do this... In your car?!"
"Why not? You said it yourself... I'm a dirty girl."