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"Time for lunch Madam Mayor?" Regina's blonde best friend sauntered into her office without knocking as usual, holding two bags of Granny's takeout. She rolled her eyes and chuckled under her breath, pushing her laptop shut and taking off her glasses she only wore to work in. Work had been busy lately and Emma's distraction was a welcomed one.
"I suppose," She smirked as the sheriff dropped the paper bag with her usual salad down on the desk. "Slow day at the station?"
"Yeah, ever since you implemented the road work Leroy stays busy, no more picking his drunk ass up from Granny's so he can dry out behind bars," Emma smirked and plopped down in the chair opposite Regina's desk, scooting it up so she could use it as a table, too.
"Do you mind? I swear you're like a bull in a China shop," Regina shook her head when Emma pushed the things on her desk aside to make room for their office picnic.
"A what?" Emma's mouth dropped in mocking humor, "Was that a fat joke?"
"Please you know how much I hate the fact you constantly scarf greasy food in your face and stay skinny," She rolled her eyes playfully as she opened her salad container.
"Yeah and you know how much I hate being a stick," Emma jested back as she unwrapped her grilled cheese, "Not all of us have those Latina curves."
"That's a generalization," She rolled her eyes and laughed at the sheriff, "Besides I just have to look at food and I gain weight. Be grateful."
"Says you," The blonde shook her head with a laugh and a mouthful of food, causing Regina to sigh at her lack of manners. Emma was a little rough around the edges but she could always count on her to be honest, at least. Her delivery could often use work but her intentions were always good. "So, David tell you about his big new case?"
Regina frowned, looking down to her salad as she stabbed a bite, "No. Why would he?" She mustered her most believable shrug as she glanced up at her friend. "His cases are confidential."
"Yeah I know," Emma gave a shrug as she leaned back, holding her burger with both hands, "I just knew he used to tell you about stuff."
Regina narrowed her eyes at the sheriff when she diverted her gaze back to her burger. Emma was good at getting information out of people, it was part of her job as sheriff after all, but she wasn't good enough to fool Regina. Her friend was up to something and it unsettled her, especially given what she and her ex-husband had been up to.
"When we were married, yes he'd speak to me about certain things," She shrugged and tried to maintain cool, "But that isn't the case now therefore I don't know anything about his life let alone what he's up to at work."
"Oh, right..." Emma shook her head as if she were brushing it off, "Yeah, of course," She looked up at Regina then with a stare that was knowing yet questioning. It could either be interpreted as agreement or Emma's way of letting Regina know she didn't believe her.
"What?" Her jaw clenched and she dropped her fork, leveling eyes with her best friend of ten years.
The two of them met when Emma moved to town for an opportunity at their police department and ended up staying when she and Killian's casual hooking up resulted in their daughter, Charlie. Regina and David had just adopted Henry around the same time Emma gave birth, both of them first time mom's.
Their friendship actually began during an outing at Granny's diner in which Regina and Emma were both on their own with their infants. Regina had been on the verge of a breakdown herself, her bonding process had been an unsuccessful one with Henry at that point. She was becoming desperate and David had been as helpful as he knew how, but when Emma smarted off the other diner guests for staring in irritation at Henry's squalling, Regina knew the woman could relate in a way her husband couldn't. They bonded quickly over normal things like motherhood and relationships, but soon found their friendship deepening when discovering their pasts were familiar.
"What do you mean what?" Emma brow rose in mock confusion and Regina could tell she was challenging her. She hated when the blonde wouldn't let things go but she knew she was much the same.
"Why are you asking about David and being smug?"
"Why are you so defensive about me mentioning David?"
"Spit it out Emma," She groaned and rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. They were both too stubborn to keep skirting around the issue and she'd rather Emma just get to the point.
"Spit what out, Regina?" Emma leaned in with a half smirk at how flustered the mayor was getting. Nothing irritated her best friend quite like being toyed with and if Regina was going to bold face lie to her about David then she deserved it.
"What are you getting at?" Regina's face pinched in irritation.
"Nothing," Emma sighed exasperatedly before taking another obnoxiously large bite of her burger, "So, heard anything from Robin?" She asked, knowing she was bound to get a reaction out of Regina soon. She could tell for a while now she was going through something but to get Regina to talk about it was like pulling teeth. And after witnessing David and Regina in the ally last weekend, she knew that's what she had to do.
"No," Regina shifted her eyes back down to her salad and pushed it around with her fork. She hated being vulnerable in front of anyone who wasn't David, but Emma had seen glimpses of it. "He hasn't even gotten his things," She gave a bitter laugh.
"Fuck him," Emma rolled her eyes, irritation bubbling at Robin. Regina had told her the short version of why they'd broken up and then snapped at her for trying to discuss it, stating she didn't want to. She'd left it alone until now, but there was something going on in Regina's life and she worried for her. "You can do better, Regina. You don't need someone who can't accept all of you."
"I'm fine," Regina protested, tilting her chin up in defiance though she knew her glossy eyes gave her away, "I'm not interested in relationships anymore, just sex."
"Right," Emma drummed her fingertips on the desk and let out a deep breath at the brunettes pointed gaze, "I know you think that now but take it from someone who knows. You aren't the hookup type."
"Oh and how would you know?" Regina gave her a fake smile before shoving salad into her mouth, hating how well Emma knew her. This is why she didn't let people close, they only ended up using the knowledge against her.
"Because we have similar backgrounds. I've always used sex as an escape from it. I had sex for the wrong reasons in the past. For attention, connection, validation," She locked eyes with her, "But you aren't like that, Regina. Sex means something to you and you don't have it meaninglessly."
"That's not true-"
"You were a virgin when you met David," Emma raised an eyebrow at Regina's expression becoming cloudy, "I mean, with him it was the first time you ever wanted to have sex. And even that took a while to be comfortable for you. Since then it's only been Robin and you were in a committed relationship with him. I don't want you to hurt yourself by going out and casually hooking up just because some fucking asshole who didn't deserve you hurt you."
Regina swallowed the lump in her throat and leaned back in her chair, knowing Emma was right, "Yes well not everyone's relationships are as solid as yours and Killian's."
"Please," Emma rolled her eyes at Regina's barb, knowing it was her way of deflecting from her own emotion, "That asshole? If he's not working at the docks he's drinking beer on the couch or snoring so loud I can't sleep," She smirked when she saw the corners of Regina's mouth tug upward.
"Better than the house being quiet and empty," She murmured as she pushed her lunch around mindlessly. The silence had been taking it's toll on her lately, making her true emotions much easier to bubble to the surface.
"Henry still insisting on staying with David and Mary Margaret?" The blonde's lips pressed together as she frowned.
"Yes and on the weekends with me I can tell he's simply watching the clock until it's time for him to go back," A pained expression flickered across Regina's face with the admission. Henry was everything to the mayor and his rejection was not something Regina could take lightly, even if it was just a bratty kid phase.
"I know it's hard now, but he'll outgrow it. The newness there will wear off and he'll realize he misses you," Emma replied seriously, "I mean he's the biggest mama's boy I've ever seen. Remember the way he used to cling to your legs when we'd drop him and Charlie off at kindergarten?" She laughed, delighting in the brief hint of a smile Regina gave at the memory.
"He has Mary Margaret now," She gave a bitter shrug, brows furrowing in irritation.
"Fuck her, too," Emma rolled her eyes.
"Is that your answer for everything?" Regina chuckled quietly, biting down on her bottom lip, "If I tell you something...promise you won't judge me?"
"This have to do with you fucking David behind Granny's on my birthday weekend?" The blonde looked at her knowingly, watching Regina's eyes grow wide and a slight tinge come to her cheeks.
"How did you-"
"Killian and I went out to sneak a cigarette," She admitted, her own eyes widening at the memory, "And uh...stumbled upon David plowing you against the wall."
"Oh god," Regina tilted her head down and covered her face in embarrassment, "You both saw?"
"Yeah," Emma raised a brow quizzically, "How long has it been going on?"
The brunette lifted her head slowly, swallowing at the lump in her throat as she managed to meet Emma's gaze, "It uhm...never completely stopped..."
"Christ..." She murmured, letting out a deep breath, "You still love him?"
"Emma," Regina frowned at the intrusive question, giving a quick shake of her head, "He's Henry's father...I'll always love him."
"Does he plan to leave Mary Margaret?"
"What? No! It's not even like that we just...it's just," Regina stumbled for words, her brow furrowing, "It's just sex. I'm comfortable with him and we just...push each other's buttons. We know what each other likes and-"
"He's married to someone else, 'Gina," Emma cut in softly, a weak smile on her lips, "But I'm more worried about what this is going to do to you."
"It's not happening again," She huffed determinedly, meeting the blonde's gaze, "I had told him that before. That night behind the diner was just a drunken slip up."
"Mhm," Emma let out a breath, "I mean I always noticed the way you two still looked at each other but I didn't think..."
"It's hard..." The brunette admitted with a dip of her head.
"I can't imagine...You know where I am if you need me."
"Em and Killian know," Regina whispered as they fumbled with each other's clothing, coming to straddle him in his truck after he'd parked it down an unused ally near the outskirts of town. He'd had the old beater since college, refusing to part with it even when they could afford to. Needless to say, it wasn't their first romp in his beloved clunker.
"How?" David breathed heavily, running his hands up her thighs as he bunched her skirt up around her waist, dipping his hand into the back of her panties. He smirked when she moaned appreciatively at the way he gripped her ass while she jerked on his belt. She always did love that.
"Emma's birthday, they saw us," She replied, tilting her head up a little to look at him as she pulled his belt from the clasp, "Mmm," She let out a moan when he dipped his mouth to her neck and began kissing over it, feeling his stubble scratching her delicate skin.
"They won't say anything," David gave a tug on her hips, pulling them down tighter on him as she grinded, "Fuck, hurry up. I've missed you."
"I told her it stopped," Regina said breathlessly pulling his jeans open enough to dip her hand inside and grip him, a moan escaping her when she felt how thick and hard he was already. "This is just sex, you know," She felt the need to lie. Anything to cover up how sorely she'd given in when he began texting her. Of course it wasn't just him, she'd responded to their little game, replying just suggestively enough to warrant the conversation into escalating to the point they were planning meeting times and sneaking around as they had before.
"Mhm," David grunted at the way she stroked him, gripping the lace of her panties from her hips and dragging them down her thighs, "Why did you even wear these?" He groaned frustratedly at the cramped quarters of the truck as he tried to get them down her legs, ripping the fabric from her hips and throwing it into the floorboard.
"You need to stop that before I have none left," She mumured, gripping the back of his neck as she brought her hips closer into his torso, knees digging into the back of his seat. David scooted his hips towards the edge to give her more room, thankful Regina was petite when she was able to easily straddle him, head still not reaching the top of the cab.
He smirked up at her when she ran her fingers through the back of his hair and jerked his head back, forcing his attention, "Mmm I love it when you're bossy," He sighed, always appreciating that she felt comfortable enough with him to explore her sexuality over the years. It meant all the more to him knowing of her past and how she struggled with it in the beginning of their relationship. Knowing he was the only one who she'd indulged in all of her fantasies with was intoxicating and nearly impossible to leave alone. "Are you wet, Regina?"
"Find out for yourself," She whispered before biting down on his chin, scraping her teeth down his neck as she gripped the back of his neck and his hair with each hand. He groaned and ran one of his hands down between them, gripping himself as the other pushed down on her lower back, bringing her where he needed her.
"Fuck, you are baby," He groaned when his tip slid through her wet folds, "Always ready for me," He murmured before pushing her down on his cock, hearing her yelp as she took him fully. She was soaking and warm, walls clenching tightly as they stretched to take his girth.
She grinned a little at the sheer ecstasy on his face as she began rocking on him, keeping herself impaled on his stiff member, "What's the matter? Your wife strictly missionary?" She smirked as she taunted him, wrapping her arm over his shoulder, her hands snaking up deeper into the back of his hair to pull herself closer to him. Her other hand rested on the hand he gripped her right hip with as they fell into a rhythm, "Remember that time at your parents house?"
"Mmm," He groaned at the memory, letting his head fall back against the seat to look up at her. She was grinning down at him, all red lips and white teeth, the scar on her lip prominent. He'd never been with anyone as mesmerizing as Regina, he was sure of it. She rocked on him in their cramped quarters, his own hands gripping her hips, helping her add some friction. She was wet, soaking them both to the point he was certain to have damp jeans when they were finished, but he'd worry about that later. "When you snuck into my room after Mom put us in separate ones."
"Mhm," Regina grinned breathlessly, moaning as she rocked harder, pressing her forehead to his, "It was the first time I'd met her, too."
"The same night I discovered...that," David smirked and gripped her hips tighter, pushing his hips up with his feet in the floorboard, hearing her choke on a whimper as he found the spot they spoke of.
"Mhm," She merely gasped the reply into his ear, her hands coming down to grip his upper arms now for more leverage as their rhythm became desperate, "Screaming probably wasn't the best first impression."
"Not as bad as when she caught us changing the sheets," David smirked and Regina moaned in his ear at the memory, remembering the way they'd toyed with the new discovery. It was shortly after she'd gotten entirely comfortable with sex and they had fun pushing themselves to the limit. One thing had let to another that night and they found themselves and David's childhood superhero sheets drenched from her orgasms.
"Fuck, I'm close," Her moan caught in her throat, ending up more of a whimper as she worked her hips desperately, panting now.
"Come for me," David beckoned her, bouncing her hips on him now with his easy grip of her thighs, "Fuck, come for me. I want to feel it," He groaned as she cried out and her head lolled forward, her hand hitting the back glass window of the truck as the fingertips of her other one dug into his arm.
"I-I'm, oh, fuck, David!" She screamed out as her back arched and her head fell back the opposite way, body tensing almost violently. He groaned loudly as her walls clenched his cock so hard he spilled himself inside of her, trying to keep a hold of her body that was out of her own control as it twitched and convulsed.
"Shit," She mumbled after her elbow hit the horn on the steering wheel, both of them laughing breathlessly as he pulled her against him with both of his arms around her. "Mmm," She sighed near his ear before swinging herself back over the the passenger side, weakly pulling her skirt down her thighs that were still trembling.
"This is going to be hard to explain," He grinned as he glanced at her flushed chest and face, nodding towards the damp arousal on the crotch of his jeans. She smirked herself, finding some dirty satisfaction that he would have to go home or back to work with her on him. "Same time Thursday?"
"Mm, I can't," She sighed as she managed to get her skirt rearranged, "Mother is coming in."
"What?" He frowned, pausing in the midst of buckling his pants. His glance towards Regina was filled with concern but she ignored him, putting up that wall that did nothing to prevent him from knowing how she actually felt, "Regina...why?"
"Henry's birthday is soon and she wants to spend some time here this summer," She sighed, avoiding his gaze, "Why do you care?" She glanced at him then with a defiant expression. She knew he was rightfully concerned but did not want to discuss it, therefore was throwing their current situation in his face.
"Don't play games with me-" He began to warn as she scoffed.
"That's all we do anymore is play games, David-"
"We agreed that last Christmas we spent with her that she wasn't to come back around until she learned how to respect you."
"Yes, well. Things are certainly different now than they were during 'that' Christmas. Aren't they, dear?"