Emma Swan was having trouble concentrating, as she had since arriving in Storybrooke.
Dammit, Regina.
It was completely unfair that the older woman looked that good in a pencil skirt.
The sheriff watched as Regina led the council meeting with poise and authority, looking every inch the queen that she was.
She wondered what it would take to make the mayor lose her composure.
She imagined bending the queen over the mahogany table, teasingly tracing the slit at the back of her thighs.
"Don't tease me, Swan."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Emma..."
Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice that her name had been called until Regina's voice cut through the fog in her mind.
"Sheriff Swan!"
She looked up to find Regina sneering at her.
"If you're going to attend these meetings, Sheriff I expect you to at least pay attention," Regina said contemptuously.
Emma's cheeks flamed with embarrassment and anger. She wasn't a child, god dammit. She glared at the mayor, wishing that the woman would treat her like an equal, wishing that she could relieve the ache between her thighs, wishing Regina felt the same way.
Regina's pupils dilated and flashed purple before she blinked and looked away. She cleared her throat and addressed the room.
"I think that's all for today. We'll reconvene next week."