"I don't like this..."
Glancing over at the brunette when she mutters these words for the fifth time, Emma sighs; deploying her turn signal- despite the little, blinkering light not having worked for at least a year- and pulling over into a small lay-by secluded by trees.
"Regina... Stop."
"I can't help it."
"Henry's going to be fine... Come on, I know you're not thrilled about the idea, but if there's anyone we can trust it's Mary Margaret. I mean... She's Snow White..."
"It's not a matter of whether we can trust her and that oaf; trust has nothing to do with it! I just don't like this!"
"... I know... But Henry will have a much better time at mine then he will knocking about your great big mansion with Sydney."
Noting the venomous pull to the Mayor's lips, the blonde hastily explains herself.
"Mary Margaret's good with kids! And it's cosy!... She'll hang out with him is all I'm saying... Not... You know..."
"I still don't like it."
Rolling her eyes at the brunette's irritable muttering, the Sheriff sighs and stares vacantly out the window before adopting a sly smirk.
"Well... Maybe we should take your mind of it, then..."
"Really, Miss Swan..."
The Queen rolls her own eyes at the saucy lilt to the younger woman's tone, before letting out a small gasp as the blonde leans over swiftly and steals a kiss. Refusing to give in to the urge to smile as her lips brush against Emma's, Regina mutters moodily.
"What on earth are you doing, dear?"
"Hmm... Okay... Kind of a blow to my ego that it's not obvious, but I guess I can lick my wounds...Or maybe you could..."
Emma quips huskily and the Mayor's eyes widen as she leans back to regard the Sheriff.
"You can't be serious?!"
"Actually, I'm surprisingly adept at it; see?"
Wiping the playful grin expertly from her face, the blonde regards the Queen with a stoic coolness so similar to that she had once used to retaliate against the Mayor's own icy exterior that the brunette takes in a nervous breath before shaking her head with a small smile.
"You're such an idiot."
"Duly noted."
Laughing as dark eyes roll, Emma unbuckles her safety-belt and clambers swiftly over to straddle the brunette's lap with minimal difficulty. Regina blinks; a little thrown by the peculiar grace with which the Sheriff has managed to accomplish what should have been a relatively tricky maneuver- and this by the woman who can barely walk in a straight line to save her life- before adopting an air of irritable disdain.
"My dear, please tell me you don't seriously believe I'm actually about to condone rutting in your scrap-pile of a car."
"Well, I'm the Sheriff... If you don't condone it, who are you going to call on for help...?"
Opening her mouth to scold the blonde for such a crass notion, the Mayor lets out a low growl as the younger woman leans in and nips playfully at her throat; golden tresses tickling her nose maddeningly.
"Emma, really, dear..."
"What?"
The Sheriff inquires innocently, sitting back so as to regard the Queen with wide eyes. Regina's huffed response is cut short as the blonde makes a small rotation with her hips that completely contradicts the chaste smile at her lips. Giving the younger woman a measured look, the brunette offers her a reprimanding swat on the thigh before finding pert denim with sharp nails and pulling her flush; tasting her deeply while her eyes flutter contently closed.
"Ah! What the-"
The brunette's panicked cry has the Sheriff laughing hysterically as she falls on top of her; the back of the seat protesting with a muffled thump as it collides with the rear bench roughly.
"Told you the seats went back!"
"Miss Swan! When something makes that kind of noise there is no way it was designed to act in such a fashion! I felt something break!"
"Relax, I can fix it, I'm sure..."
The blonde mutters disinterestedly, her attention elsewhere as she goes back to trailing her tongue down the Mayor's throat. Chuckling lightly, Regina plays her hands through cornsilk curls before dragging her nails roughly down the Sheriff's spine; smirking as the younger woman shivers. Finding her jaw and pulling her back up, the Queen tastes soft lips slowly, her dark tresses fanning out on the tattered seat beneath her.
Grunting something that sounds a little like 'wait', Emma sits up and pulls her t-shirt swiftly over her head; tossing it absentmindedly onto the driver's seat before going to work on the small clasps to the Mayor's shirt. Humming with quiet appreciation as slim fingers slip beneath her exposed bra and the younger woman finds her lips once more, Regina speaks throatily between soft nips to delicate rose petals.
"You've done this before..."
She'd meant it as a joke- her comment predominantly serving to tease the Sheriff for her swiftness in removing her shirt- but Emma responds with a husky giggle; speaking before she has time to re-evaluate her words.
"Well, yeah, how do you think Henry was-"
Shutting up with an audible click of her teeth snapping together, the Sheriff cringes as Regina tenses immediately beneath her. Hoping to brush past the painfully awkward moment, the blonde attacks perfect skin with new vigour- slipping her hand ever lower down the Mayor's flat stomach- but stern fingers find her chin and force her to look back up into dark eyes.
"...What was that?"
"... Nothing..."
"No, go on."
"I didn't mean... Can we just... Can we not-"
"-No."
"Regina..."
"You mean to tell me my son was conceived in the back of a car? That Henry is the product of... Of a cheap, backseat fuck?"
It's the younger woman's turn to tense up, her expression suddenly hard as she replies coldly
"...Cheap?"
"You tell me..."
"Just what the fuck are you implying?"
The anger in the Sheriff's tone causes her voice to crack slightly and the brunette sighs; the majority of her irritation leaving her. Keeping her hands clasped at the small of the younger woman's back, she speaks quietly, not quite offering Emma an apology, but requesting a truce with her tone.
"Nothing... 'Cheap' was a poor choice of word..."
"Yeah! It was!"
"But the rest...?"
"Well, what do you want me to tell you?! What, that I was seventeen and the kid was totally planned and it happened in some fucking meadow on a bed of daisies, and that-"
"-Stop. Enough."
Regarding Emma levelly until the blonde relaxes slightly, Regina slides her hands in-between rough denim and soft flesh with a little difficulty; giving a small squeeze which has the blonde rolling her eyes with a huff.
"I just... I'd never thought on the matter before. I'm sorry if I offended you, it wasn't my intention."
"...Fine... "
Shrugging awkwardly in her current position- propped up on her elbows as her stomach remains flush with the Mayor's- the Sheriff sighs, casting her gaze down to a small catch in the darker woman's bra strap to avoid having to maintain such intense eye contact.
"You, uh, you really never thought about... the 'Him'?"
"The 'Him'?"
The Mayor repeats with a smirk, despite the uncomfortable subject matter.
"You make it sound as though Henry's father was some sort of superhero... Or villain?"
"Neither. He was just some guy..."
"... 'Just some guy'...Really?"
"Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies."
Sighing at the irritating nonchalance the Sheriff has swiftly so conveniently adopted, Regina takes a second to weigh up whether the matter is worth pushing further, before offering the blonde a slow smile as she squeezes firm flesh harder and tilts her head back to expose her throat invitingly; humming when the younger woman gives up on her moodiness and presses the flat of her tongue to a particularly sensitive spot.
Grinning into hot flesh when her attentions garner her a low whisper of 'oh god', Emma slips her hand deftly between them to play patterns over luxurious linen.
"I thought the whole point of this was that it was your turn..."
The Mayor admonishes breathlessly, as in spite of her words, she lets her legs fall open just a little wider beneath the Sheriff's pleasant weight.
"But you're just so much fun..."
Groaning as the blonde alternates these words with small tugs at the black lace of her bra with sharp, white teeth, Regina allows such sweet attention to continue for just a little longer before taking a firm hold of narrow hips and forcing the younger woman to sit back up.
"As are you."
Flipping them around isn't an option in the narrow space available, so she simply fumbles with dark denim- feeling entirely debauched as she notes the beginnings of condensation misting the windows of the car- and pulls the Sheriff's jeans roughly open. Taking heed of Regina's struggle, Emma lifts her hips ever so slightly to allow the brunette to pull her Levi's partially down her thighs, leaving just a small swatch of cotton between her sex and the Mayor's bare stomach.
"A little 'cute' for you, no?"
The brunette quips, hooking her finger into the thin strip of material that disappears between pert cheeks, before allowing it to snap back smartly against pale flesh.
"Today was laundry day."
The blonde explains with a smirk as she drinks in the way heavy lashes hood dark eyes as the Mayor remains fixated on the scant fabric which only just covers her.
"... Makes me wonder what you've packed to take with you..."
Offering the brunette a coy wink, Emma gives another small circle of her hips- her lip pulled salaciously between her teeth- before she breaks down into a low chuckle and pushes her long hair back with a smile.
"Actually, nothing all that exciting. I would apologise, but I'm not sure a trip with Gold in tow is the right moment to crack out my assortment of 'back up panties'... Depending on how things go, though... New York just happens to have a small shop or two..."
"I'm surprised you like shopping."
"I don't."
"Then-"
"-But I don't usually have any reason to buy anything fun..."
"Oh? And just what 'fun' things would we be shopping for, then?"
"I'm sure we could find one or two items of interest..."
"Hmm... I think I've found something right now..."
The blonde gasps with feigned shock as manicured fingers pull down the flimsy cotton of her underwear. She allows Regina to guide her hips back ever so slightly so that she sits at an angle; granting the brunette easy access.
"...Thank you..."
"For what?"
"Taking my mind off of everything..."
"You're going to bring that up now?!"
"Oh... How foolish of me... I suppose I'd better take your mind off of it..."
"...Smooth, Regin-ah!"
The Mayor chuckles maliciously as the Sheriff shrieks the last syllable of her name; curling her fingers expertly as she slides them easily into the blonde's slick entrance.
"Very."
She agrees, smirking as she teases the younger woman mercilessly. She allows Emma to lean in for a brief kiss before ordering her back up.
"No, stay that way; stay sitting up..."
"But, I-"
"-Please."
Cheeks flushed as Regina continues with her delicious rhythm, the Sheriff nods obediently, resting back with her hands out behind her on the dashboard.
The brunette swallows in appreciation; eyes locked on the younger woman's taut stomach, simple bra and flushed face as brilliant green clenches tightly shut and lips part to allow soft pants of pleasure.
"Look at me."
"Uh uh..."
Emma mumbles distractedly, her hips rocking in time with fast moving fingers.
"Emma..."
Obeying slowly, the Sheriff forces her eyes to half mast and regards the brunette darkly as her breathing becomes shallow and laced with small moans.
"Stay up..."
The blonde nods once more, though she's not sure whether or not she's going to manage such a task as her arms ache from bracing her at such an angle, and her core flutters deliciously as skilled fingers play with her ruthlessly.
"Okay..."
Smirking at this breathy response, Regina drags her nails with measured cruelty down the sex-slick expanse of the younger woman's stomach and hones in on the blonde's most sensitive area.
"Fuck! Regina! Fuck!"
Watching with sordid intrigue as the Sheriff throws her head back- the enviable muscles of of her stomach twitching as her breath comes in rapid gasps- the Queen slows her ministrations and simply observes the blonde as she struggles to compose herself; her jaw a sharp line, and her throat long as she keeps her head back with her long hair ghosting her elbows.
Finally, when the Sheriff gets her breathing and heart rate back under control, she falls forward, brushing her lips against the brunette's as the darker woman tucks golden curls gently back behind her ears.
"You're magnificent..."
"I try..."
A rolling of beautifully dark eyes and the younger woman chuckles softly as she places her hand over the Queen's heart and deepens their kiss.
"As are you, Your Majesty..."
The title has the brunette shivering despite the salacious humidity of the car and she hugs the blonde to her tightly; trapping Emma's hand between her heart and her own.
"Whatever happens with Gold, with New York, with Baelfire... We face things together... Understood?"
She suspects Emma may respond to such a dramatic request with sarcasm or embarrassed stuttering, but the blonde surprises her; placing a delicate kiss on full lips before she whispers
"Always."