It briefly crosses the brunette's mind that the soft knock at her door may not be the Sheriff at all, but rather the little imp responsible for this wretched trip, but it is a vague thought. Gold has no reason to come rapping at her door, and so long as Baelfire remains unaccounted for, she will come to no harm; the old pawnbroker reliant on the blonde, and therefore her safety is guaranteed by default.
Sure enough, when she pulls back cheap, white wood, she is faced with messy curls and a stern expression, although she catches a twitch of a smile at the side of the blonde's mouth and she is sure she knows why.
She offers her own small smirk in response; dark eyes pointedly roaming the younger woman up and down in the dim glow of the streetlights that filter through her window and cast her room an eerie, flickering blue.
Whereas she has packed a light, yet comprehensive travel bag for their time in New York, Emma had remained true to her word and simply shoved a bunch of multicolored cotton into the bottom of her satchel in a small, bundled mess. As such, she now wears the tank top she had been wearing beneath a light jersey during the day, and a pair of impressively creased running shorts; Regina's expensive, silken negligee offering quite an amusing contrast.
"Can I help you at all?"
The brunette inquires silkily, more than aware she is likely only aggravating the situation currently festering between them... But she wants to hear it from the blonde's mouth.
Wants to hear Emma say that she's pissed at the sleeping arrangements.
That she'd wanted to share a room.
Share a bed.
"No."
The Sheriff shrugs moodily, and Regina smirks, raising a brow in amusement as her eyes glitter in the semi-darkness.
"Just came here for the view then, did you, dear? I was-"
But her words are cut off as the younger woman lunges at her; the force with which she moves serving to send the Mayor smacking none too gently into the wall to their side, as the blonde kicks the door shut behind them deftly with a quick flick of her foot.
Chuckling wickedly against sordidly parted lips once she gets her wits back about her, the darker woman trails her hands roughly down the Sheriff's sides, before one winds itself swiftly into long hair and teases pale curls gently.
"Hmm... Are you sure you didn't want anything?"
The fingers not entwined in tangled tresses dip beneath the waistband of the younger woman's shorts and Emma growls at her irritably; not ready to give up on her childish moodiness, but cocking her hips slightly to allow the brunette better access.
"Stop it."
"Stop what? Stop this?"
A quick circle of her thumb over the blonde's sweet spot, before Regina withdraws her hand with her eyebrow raised, laughing when the Sheriff makes a small noise in frustration.
"Stop laughing at me..."
"But you make it so easy, dear! I'll stop laughing at you when you stop acting quite so foolishly..."
As she says this, she takes a hold of the younger woman's hips and proceeds to steer her towards the bed, despite knowing that her words are having the- admittedly desired- effect of winding Emma up something rotten.
"I'm not! I-"
"-You are... But then I suppose I can't wholly blame you... But what did you want me to do, Sheriff? Book us a double room in front of Gold? Oh, he may know exactly what the situation between the two of us consists of- or, at least he has a fairly good idea on the topic- but you said it yourself, dearest; a trip with Rumplestiltskin in tow is hardly the most romantic of settings."
"I-"
But whatever irritable retort the blonde had planned to make is cut off by a small yelp as she is shoved briskly onto the sagging mattress of the Queen's bed.
Regina crawls on top of her easily, eyes glittering with malicious intent as she continues to hiss down at the Sheriff; her lips ghosting over the younger woman's own.
"-That's not the issue though, is it, Sheriff? What's got your panties in a twist- figuratively, I see we're flying bare as usual- is the simple fact that my request for separate rooms bothers you in the first place... Am I wrong? You would have asked for the same, but I got there first, and now you're angry with me because you're so good at telling yourself that this is a one sided deal..."
"I don't-"
"-You're angry with me- which doesn't exactly seem all that fair from where I'm sitting- because you're supposed to be the one to run all of that 'I could care less' bravado nonsense, and now you're stuck in your own little room, plagued by your own little thoughts of just... How... Much... You... Need... Me..."
Dangerous words broken up by deep kisses, and she lowers her attention to the blonde's throat as the latter scolds her angrily.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I tell you I like you all the time... Well... I show you, anyway!"
"Love me."
"Fine, that. I've said that, too!"
"You have..."
"Well, then what the hell are you on about?! I'm pissed because... Well... You..."
"Yes?"
Regina raises herself up onto her elbows to survey the Sheriff quizzically; chuckling affectionately at the look of frustration alighting the younger woman's features as she struggles towards an answer.
You're not even entirely sure yourself, are you, dear?
Taking pity on Emma as her low laughter threatens to push the younger woman just a little too far, she leans back in to steal a much slower, gentler kiss, as she plays her fingers fondly through the curls at the blonde's temples.
"You're an idiot, Emma, you do know that, don't you?... How long did it take you to give in and come and seek me out?... It's been at least a couple of hours... Don't tell me you've been sitting there wondering about my affection and loyalty for all that time because of such a silly little thing... You know I would always chose to have you with me; deep down you really do! ... But to get upset because you can't accept that you'd fret over such a thing in the first place... That's ridiculous... Especially when you're just talking to me..."
The Queen smiles against kiss-swollen lips as she feels the blonde finally begin to relax beneath her; the Sheriff's irritable glower softening into a greatly preferable sarcastic smirk, and her brow smoothing out to make her look much younger.
"...Right... So am I supposed to be paying for these little sessions, Sigmund, or is there like a certain amount of advice I get for free?"
"Oh, I don't give anything away for free, Miss Swan..."
"Hmmm... Well that kind of sucks for you, because I left my wallet in my room..."
"I suppose we could work something out..."
"Oh?"
The raising of a well-shaped eyebrow and Regina smirks salaciously at the misleadingly innocent look of incomprehension Emma offers her; the flash of a shark-like grin giving her act cleanly away.
"Well now, let's see..."
Rising up so that she sits straddling the younger woman's hips, the brunette wets her bottom lip with her tongue and pauses as though deep in thought. Smirk widening wickedly, she plucks teasingly at the Sheriff's top; inching it slowly up to reveal delicious muscle and delicate ribs, before finally exposing firm breasts with a burlesque gasp which has Emma chuckling in gleeful amusement as it is an extreme rarity that the brunette will play the fool.
"See anything you like?"
Pink tongue flashing through sharp, white teeth, and the Mayor dives in for the kill; her own perfect, pearly whites biting at the pale flesh of the younger woman's sternum in a way that would seem cruel, were it not for what she knows of the blonde's tastes.
"A couple of things..."
"Ha!"
Wrapping her legs around slim hips, the Sheriff pulls the brunette into her; running her fingers playfully down the lean curves of the darker woman's back, before tugging at the flimsy silk of her negligee to pull it up enough to expose delicate purple lace.
Letting out a low sigh as a the Queen's velvet tongue lashes at the valley between her breasts, Emma tightens her grip in an attempt to roll them over; gasping in surprise her hips connect with something long and hard beneath the sheets, and emitting a cry of shock as a garbled hiss of static fills the room.
Regina reacts in a similar fashion; eyes widening in comical bewilderment, before she lets out a low chuckle as the small television on the nightstand kicks into gear and static transforms into the monotonous ramblings of a greying newsreader.
"Shit..."
The Sheriff grumbles, fumbling around in search for the remote. A gentle hand at her shoulder gives her pause in her endeavours.
"Leave it on..."
"Uh... No offence... But, it's kind of killing the mood..."
"I'm curious."
Regina shrugs, dark eyes intent on the small television set as a montage of army footage spills across the grainy screen; frowning as a man starts to speak about how the carnage that plays his backdrop had been necessary.
"... Why does he say these things? Is he not part of the King's guard?"
Ceasing in her irritable eye-rolling, the blonde frowns, struggling to wrestle herself from beneath the Mayor so that they sit shoulder to shoulder watching the screen.
"... You've never watched the news before?"
It's a valid question; both she and Regina being in possession of a television set back in Storybrooke, but, now that she thinks on it, she doesn't recall ever watching any form of current affairs with Mary Margaret, Ruby or anyone else in town, but instead simply flipping through old cartoons and movies and little else.
"No, dear... There was little point."
Nodding in a way that expresses not understanding, but rather a simple acceptance of the brunette's words, Emma joins her in silently observing the flickering images presented on screen.
"So much pain to a country brought onto the people by the ones they have selected to protect them."
"Always the way."
"... Yes... I suppose you're right..."
Thinning her lips, Regina finds the telling plastic bulge of the remote and fishes it from beneath rumpled covers. Skipping through the channels with keen interest, she throws a bemused look to the Sheriff who sits beside her grumbling.
"Oh great, don't bother finishing what you've started or anything..."
Smirking, the Mayor scuttles her fingers teasingly up a soft thigh beneath the throw that now covers them both.
"Patience, Miss Swan... The night is still young."
Emma opens her mouth to sark back, but a warm hand swiftly moves to cup her heat beneath the covers they share, and she simply sighs; twisting round slightly as she rests with her back against the headboard to assault the pleasing column of the brunette's throat as the latter moves her fingers lazily.
News switches to weather, which switches to sitcoms, which switches to gameshows, which switches to cartoons, which switches to-
"-Oh..."
The Mayor's eyes widen as a young redhead on the screen grins wickedly and begins shucking up the tiny white bra she wears.
Fingers swiftly cover her nipples.
Painted red lips pull back as white teeth flash with a high pitched giggle.
A wink.
And the procedure is repeated.
"What...?"
Choked. Muttered. Low.
Glancing from the idiotic specimen prancing around on screen to the enthralled Mayor, Emma laughs softly; the noise serving to rip Regina's attention from the screen and onto her.
"... Why does she keep doing the same thing over and over?"
"You're bummed she's not flashing what she's hiding?"
"... It's strange..."
"It's pay to view."
"... I'm sorry?"
"It's, uh... It's a porn channel... It's basically-"
"-I know what pornography is... Depicted sex for pleasure..."
"... Right. Well that's what this is, but you have to give them your card details to watch the real show."
"... Curious."
Cheeks reddening slightly, Emma shrugs as the brunette continues to surf through what the idiot box has to offer. The next few channels follow on in a similar vein, but the Queen stops with a frown as she comes to the forth sleazy offering.
A young blonde in a minuscule black and white striped bra and panties set- the parody of an old school inmate- shivers with what is clearly anticipation rather than fear as an equally scantily clad 'warden' drags a stiff, black police baton salaciously up a pale skinny thigh.
When Regina swallows, it's audible.
"... This... When you...When you were..."
Attention flickering from the screen to the Mayor, the blonde raises an eyebrow and adopts a hushed tone.
"In jail?"
"Mm."
"You want to know about that?"
"...Emma. I-"
"-If it was like this?"
"Well...I-"
"-You don't. You don't want to know... I mean... Can you even so much as comprehend what it was like? What it was like to be thrown into a fucking cell and be stripped down to nothing but the scrap of your underwear only to stand there clutching the bars, bent over, as the guard watched, inspected, and planned..."
"I-"
"-To file into the showers that first evening with your mind reeling and head racing, only to be slammed up against the wall... A prison bitch... Countless fingers from unknown hands dragging and tracing your most intimate regions..."
Regina blinks; both horrified and unbelievably turned on by the blonde's hoarse confession.
"...Emma..."
Fingers moving with greater purpose and yet heightened care beneath cheap running shorts.
"And then to be pushed down... Your face rubbed into the dirt outside in the yard, only to beg and cry to be let go... Only to feel a tongue-"
Dark eyes widen comically as the Sheriff disingtergrates into a fit of throaty laughter.
Finally understanding the tangible tension to be nothing more than Emma fucking with her, the Mayor slaps at her thigh furiously.
"-You're playing with me!"
"... Not yet..."
A positively evil grin as the blonde begins climbing into the darker woman's lap, but the latter proceeds to shove the Sheirff away until she leans back at arm's length.
"Emma... That was entirely inappropriate! You had me believing-"
"-Well, whatever I had you believing; you were clearly behind the fact!"
"... I-"
"-I'm sorry."
"... Forgiven...But-"
"-But... Do you really want to know?"
"... What do you mean?"
"There are ways things work in prison... Do you want to know?"
"... I'm intrigued... Would you... Would you really tell me?"
"No... But I'll show you..."
"... I-"
"-Do you trust me?"
"... Yes."
"Good."
"... So-"
"-Hold out your hand."