A/N: This was written for OQ Smut Week, for the "jealous Regina" prompt. Enjoy!
Regina sat in the ballroom of the Ever After hotel, stewing. It was a fundraiser for the fire department so she had to be here as mayor. And she knew Bobby had to be here as the new owner of the hotel.
It didn't mean he had to flirt with Mary Margaret Blanchard, of all people!
She seethed as Bobby twirled the school teacher around the dance floor, smiling and laughing with her. And she grinned back, looking more relaxed than Regina had ever seen her since she had cursed them all to this land.
Deep breath in, deep breath out. Bobby only has eyes for you. Deep breath in. That simpering schoolmarm is no competition. Deep breath out.
Bobby leaned down, whispering something to Mary Margaret. She laughed, nodding, and he smirked.
That smirk was reserved for her.
Deep breath in, deep breath out. He has the lion tattoo. He's your soulmate. Deep breath in. Pixie dust doesn't lie. Deep breath out.
But once the song ended and Bobby stepped away from Mary Margaret with a little bow, Regina was out of her seat. She stalked across the room, putting on her Madam Mayor face.
"Mr. Locke?" She watched as he looked up, his smile faltering a bit when he saw her. "May I see you in your office for a moment? There's something I wish to discuss."
He nodded, following her as she headed toward his office. She felt her blood boiling with each step and she knew she was itching to fight.
Once the door was closed, though, he was all concern. "Is something wrong? Are you sick? Did something happen?"
She was taken aback, not expecting that, and her anger subsided a bit. Regina found herself telling him the truth: "I just…I just…You were looking pretty cozy with Mary Margaret."
"Cozy?" He frowned. "She didn't have a great day so I was trying to cheer her up."
"It looked like you were flirting."
Bobby's blue eyes lit up in realization and his frown turned into a smirk. "Were…Were you jealous?"
"No," she said. But when he raised an eyebrow, she sighed. "Maybe. Yes."
He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. "You have nothing to worry about, milady. I only have eyes for you."
She smiled, squeezing his upper arms. "I know. I trust you. It's just…I've been the second choice for so long…"
"Then I will show you that you will never be my second choice." He lifted her up, settling her on his desk.
Regina gasped, clutching the edge of the desk with her hands. "What about the party?"
"They won't miss us," he told her, sinking to his knees. His hands slid up her skirt. "This dress has been driving me nuts all night."
"Oh?" she asked, feeling him pull her stocking down.
He hummed. "It shows off your beautiful legs and that damn button, straining against your glorious breasts…"
"You make me sound like a goddess." She gasped as his hands slid up her legs again, fingers toying with her panties.
"Because you are," he replied, dipping a finger inside her sex. "And I'll prove it to you."
Bobby pulled down her panties before pushing up the black skirt of her dress. He opened her legs a bit more, giving his tongue access to her clit. As he licked the bundle of nerves, she moaned his name.
"Like that?" he asked, voice husky.
She nodded, burying her fingers in his hair and guiding him back to her clit. "Keep going."
His tongue was back on her clit and she closed her eyes, relishing the way her body began to tingle from his touch. She moaned when he began to suck and her toes curled.
Regina's breathing grew shallow as Bobby slid a finger inside her. He brushed her spot before pulling it out again. Adding another finger, he began pumping lazily.
"You're really taking your time," she gasped out.
"I want you to enjoy it."
Her body shuddered. "At this rate…oh, yes…we'll never…gods…get back to the party."
"Do you want me to answer your questions or eat you out?" he asked, getting a bit impatient.
She scowled. "Well, if you're going to be so testy…"
He kissed her inner thigh. "I'm sorry."
"Make it up to me," she replied, spreading her legs out a bit further. Bobby didn't need to be told twice–he dove between them, his tongue against her clit again.
All rational thought left Regina and she arched her back as her body shook with pleasure. She bit her lip to keep from crying out–even if the music was loud enough to wake the dead, she didn't want to chance anyone hearing them. So when she came, it was a gasp and a strangled cry of his name.
He rubbed her legs as she came down from her orgasm. "Oh, wow."
"Feel better?" he asked, grinning.
She nodded, pulling him up for a proper kiss, even if the taste of her was still on his tongue. He pressed his forehead against hers. "Shall we rejoin the party?"
"What about you?" Regina reached down, giving his crotch a squeeze. He was hard against her palm.
Bobby groaned but shook his head. "I can wait. Granny's watching the boys all night and my room is just upstairs…"
"Still," she said, unzipping his fly, "we shouldn't leave this unattended to."
He stilled her hand. "Regina…"
"What?" She batted her eyes. "I want to show you how much I appreciate you too."
She could see he was losing the battle with himself and she kissed right below his ear. "Besides, how many opportunities will we get to have sex in your office?"
"I didn't know you wanted to," he replied, kissing her again. "Where else do you want to fuck me?"
"Everywhere," she whispered, undoing his buckle and unzipping his pants. She slid her hand into them, past the boxers he wore, and grabbed his cock.
He groaned as she began to stroke him. "Then I'll gladly cross my office off your list. Clothes on or off?"
"On," she replied with a wicked grin. "I want this to be a proper quickie in your office."
"Whatever milady wants." Bobby laughed, his fingers returning to her clit to ensure she was wet enough for him.
Still keyed up after her first orgasm, it doesn't take much for her to start climbing back toward her peak. "I'm good," she panted. "Inside me. Now."
He pulled her closer, until she was balancing precariously on the edge of his desk. She wound her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist as he sunk into her with a groan. One of his hands cupped her ass while the other rested on her back, holding onto her.
Regina met every one of Bobby's thrusts, doing her best not to moan too loudly as he kissed her neck. She felt her second orgasm approaching and tightened her grip on him. "So close," she whispered.
"Let go," he said. "I'll be right with you."
She knew he would, could feel how his thrusts had grown erratic. Regina kissed him as she slid a hand between them, finding her clit. Between her fingers and his cock, she toppled over the edge again with a shout she muffled in his shoulder.
Bobby came right after her, spilling into her with a low groan of his own. They stayed wrapped around each other, though, letting themselves calm down from their activities.
"That was amazing," he said. "We need to do quickies more often."
"Agreed." She kissed him before tucking his cock back into his boxers, zipping up his pants.
He helped her off the desk, watching as she straightened out her dress. "Must we return?"
"For a little bit," she said, lying her hand on his cheek. "I'll circulate the room once more and then say goodbye. I usually leave early anyway."
"I'll have to stay a bit longer, though. Do you mind waiting in my room?" he asked, looking contrite.
She kissed him. "I'll be fine. Maybe I'll take a bath."
He pouted. "Do you know how difficult it'll be down here knowing you are naked in my tub?"
"Poor baby," she said. "I'll be sure to make it up to you when you get up there."
Bobby smiled, kissing her again as he turned the knob. "Then I can't wait."
They returned to the party. If anyone noticed they were gone, no one said anything. She ended up staying longer than she had thought but had been pressed into dancing by a few city council members. Bobby also danced with a few other women, but this time, she didn't mind. Regina knew he was hers.
And if anyone else doubted it, they wouldn't have any questions when he made sure to end the night with her in his arms.