Chapter Summary: Regina arrives home and is unexpectedly surprised by what Emma has planned for her.
A/N: Okay, no one has read this chapter yet and things get a little heated in this chapter so Reader Discretion is advised.
Chapter Two
Regina stepped through the front threshold and climbed the few steps allowing her to enter into the foyer. Briefcase dangling from her hand and unworn blazer draped over an arm, she gave a fatigued sigh and resisted the urge to uncharacteristically drop everything onto the floor and magically transport to her bedroom where the pillow soft bed awaited her.
Thinking of their bed automatically made her wonder where Emma was. No doubt, her wife would be home by now unless she had been delayed at work too. However, the house remained quiet. Deep red lips pouted with thoughts of them both having to work late, but then broke into a smile when she thought of how she had left her sheriff wife at the station this morning. Regina had brought Emma her "forgotten" lunch, ending with a promise for some rather racy activity this evening. She was well aware the state she left her love in.
She pondered that silly ticket Emma had given her for being too sexy and disturbing Emma's peace of mind with the feminine wares under her skirt. Chuckling, Regina had proven time and time again that she did not need to do much to lure Emma into a passionate mood. Sometimes, all it took was a bump of a shoulder or leaning over to get the salt to make Emma's jaw slacken and her eyes glass over with burning want. There in lied the absolutely cherished gift to Regina, a gift she treasured most; to have someone who desired every part of her so totally and completely. The good and the bad.
Because her mind had been focused so engrossingly on her wife, she had not allowed herself to feel the woman magically materialize behind her in a cloud of smoke until she felt Emma's arms grab her around the waist and yank her forcefully back against her, a belt buckle rubbing suggestively against Regina's backside.
"Don't move. Don't turn around."
Emma's command was a hot breath in her ear and those hands that had wrapped around her middle crawled up to paw at her breasts roughly, fingers curling over tightening nipples. Regina gasped and clutched her jacket in one hand and the handle of her bag in the other while imagining the pinking marks marring her skin from Emma's squeezing fingertips. Every brush over her excited peaks shot a sexual current down to the apex of her thighs and her softness ached to be touched.
A huff of breath escaped Regina when Emma grazed her teeth against her earlobe. "Mmm… the sounds you make when I'm touching you…" The brunette sobbed when Emma tweaked her nipples through her blouse and bra, "Sometimes I don't think you know what you do to me, Regina."
Wasting no time and thrusting a tongue into her wife's ear before sucking on her earlobe, Emma bunched one side of Regina's tight skirt around a hip and clumsily slipped two fingers into the leg band of her panties.
"Oh, Emma..."
"Wow! Already? You're so wet, babe." Testing fingers stroked up and down Regina's dewy folds, striking her wife's swelling clit on the up motion while drawing nearer to Regina's entrance on the down.
If Emma had not had the hand over her breast to steady her while the other one deliciously traced the quivering ring of her entrance, Regina would have fallen to the floor.
Giggling obscenely at the exquisite torment she was putting the woman she loved through, Emma teased, "Would you like to put your bag and jacket down? You won't be needing them for what I have in mind, Madame Mayor."
"And…" Regina could barely articulate her thoughts, her voice was shaky with need and her throat was dry from her heavy breathing. She cleared her throat, "… and what do you have in mind, Sheriff?"
The fondling digits between her legs began to circle slowly Regina's slippery clit and more moisture pooled between her thighs with Emma's sighing in approval. "I've come to collect the fine for that ticket."
A huff of breath expelled quickly from the mayor as she felt two fingers enter her.
"You are so tight, you're making my own pussy clench, Mayor Swan-Mills. You know that?"
Before Regina could answer, the fingers were removed completely from her, causing her to whimper.
"Keep staring straight ahead. Don't turn around."
Regina did as instructed and stared at the wall ahead of her. She felt the blonde relieve her of her items and she heard her work bag being placed on the floor and her blazer hung in the closet and she couldn't help but smile that Emma had put them away properly.
When she felt that Emma was directly behind her again, Regina praised, "Good girl."
Loving the blonde's chuckle, Regina heard Emma respond, "I know how you like things, babe. Nice, clean, well kept." The huskiness in Emma's voice returned then and Regina could sense her own body heat rise to it. "Except in bed. That's where you like it wild, hot and dirty."
Gulping hard and wanting to touch herself, Regina closed her eyes to gain some semblance of control. Only Emma could make her feel such lustful abandon.
"Strip."
"Wh-What?"
In her mind, the mayor could see the smile her sexy blonde wife would be wearing.
"I said, 'Strip'. Take off your clothes, Your Majesty. I mean, I could fuck you with them on, but you know we'd both be happier with them off."
Regina stepped out of her shoes and her hands went to the back zip of her pencil skirt next.
"Slowly, My gorgeous Queen. Take it off slowly."
Regina halted her actions and thought better of what she should discard. Her hands left her skirt and, instead, moved to the buttons on her shirt, undoing the topmost one first and then descending to the next.
Emma followed her actions and could see the blouse loosening setting her heart to palpitate at an increasing speed. The blouse fell from the collarbone-length haired brunette's shoulders, exposing creamy skin in contrast to the strap of white lace across her back.
Licking her lips, admiring her wife's topless form from behind, Emma watched as Regina, who she knew would be wearing a cheeky grin on those delectable lips, extended an arm outward and let her bra drop onto the floor.
"Absolutely beautiful."
"Shall I continue, Sheriff? Or did you want to frisk me?"
Emma raised her eyebrows at the question while appreciating the brunette's toned, sexy back. Walking forward, the sheriff leaned forward, placed soft kisses along her shoulder and ran the tip of her tongue up Regina's neck. Her wife shivered when Emma pressed herself flush against her naked back.
"Emma!"
Emma smiled behind the shell of Regina's hair because her wife now knew that Emma was naked. She bent Regina over in a tandem embrace. "Yes?"
The mayor grasped at Emma's smooth thighs for balance and her hands wandered up to squeeze the blonde's bare buttocks. "You're not wearing much, Sheriff," she rasped as Emma nipped and sucked at her pulse point.
"I'm wearing enough."
"What?" Regina tried to concentrate but Emma was plucking at her nipples making the tips stand achingly at attention.
"I'm completely naked except for my gun-belt."
With a short burst of incredulous laughter, Regina looked down and Emma stepped to her side to display the official sheriff's duty belt that she actually never wore.
Regina's eyes zoomed in on the shiny badge hanging in the front as she asked, "Why are you wearing that?"
"Take a closer look," Emma suggested with a cocky grin, noticing Regina already taking register of the items in her belt's hooks and pockets. Where normally she would have had a pair of regulation metal handcuffs, there were a pair of comfortable fuzzy ones. Little tufts of latex gloves peeked from one of the leather button pockets, and in the holster where a gun normally would be a small bottle of lube resided.
"Are you intending to use all of those, Sheriff?"
"Among other things." Emma moved even more to reveal an item hanging off her other hip. She pulled it from the loop and let Regina inspect the length of it.
With widened eyes, Regina choked out in wonder, "Is… is that…?"
"A silicone police baton? Why, yes. Yes it is."
To be continued…