Emma Swan woke the next morning with a pounding headache. She crawled out of bed with her duvet still wrapped around her, trying to avoid the bright sunlight coming through her bedroom window. She went downstairs to the kitchen, turned on the coffee machine and checked the fridge which turned out to be empty. Crap. I'll have to go to Granny's for breakfast. But that means putting on clothes. I don' t really think Madame Mayor would appreciate the sheriff half naked in public. Wait.. oh fuck. That's when Emma remembered what had happened the previous night. She'd had a few too many shots of tequila at The Rabbit Hole and then called Regina. Oh fuck. Emma changed into grey sweatpants, a knitted sweater, boots, tied her hair up in a messy bun and left her apartment.

When Emma arrived outside Granny's, the first thing she noticed was Regina's car parked outside. Oh well that's just great, isn't it? As Emma entered the diner, she kept her head down, hands in her pockets and walked straight to the counter.

"Hey, Emma! What can I get for you? Ruby said, cheerily.

"Hangover food. Lots of it. To-go, please, Ruby."

"Comin' right up, Sheriff!"

As Ruby left for the kitchen, Emma glanced around the diner. She spotted Regina sipping coffee at a table by the window. Just then, Regina looked up. Their eyes locked and Emma blushed. Regina smirked at the sight and decided to have a bit of fun. She looked away and carried on drinking her coffee, but she could still feel Emma's gaze on her. Glancing around to check that no one was watching her, she popped the top button of her shirt, unfolded the newspaper lying on the table in front of her and pretended to be engrossed in an article. She could still feel the sheriff's eyes on her, so she discreetly popped another button. Emma was unable to look away. She just kept staring at the amount of delicious cleavage now on display. Arousal shot through her as she glimpsed a black lace bra and she wondered if Regina was wearing matching underwear. Emma couldn't take it any more. Forgetting all about her food, she stalked over to the mayor's table and sat down opposite her.

"What the hell, Regina?"

"Sheriff Swan, how nice of you to keep me company while I drink my morning coffee."

"Cut the crap, Madame Mayor. If you open your shirt any more, your boobs are gonna fall out."

"Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you, Miss Swan? I'm just assuming since you've been staring very intensely at my boobs for the past fifteen minutes. Or was I imagining that?"

Emma blushed again and mumbled something unintelligible.

"Sorry, I didn't catch that," Regina said.

"I said you have nice boobs, okay? I'm sorry if you find that highly inappropriate, but I'm just being honest."

"No, what's highly inappropriate is you calling me at three in the morning, making me extremely wet and then hanging up," Regina said huskily.

Emma's jaw nearly hit the table, but she caught herself just in time. Try and play it cool, Emma.

"Aw, did you dream about me?"

Regina's voice dropped an octave.

"Yes, but that was earlier on. Before you called. Before I fucked myself to orgasm, moaning your name."

OH MY GOD. Regina fantasised about me? No, play it cool. Crap, I'm gonna have to change my underwear if she carries on like this. Damn it!

"Oh really? Tell me about this dream of yours then," Emma said and winked at Regina.

"Sadly, I have a lot of work to do, Miss Swan. And if I'm not mistaken, you have two weeks worth of paperwork due tomorrow. Shouldn't you be getting on with that instead of wondering about the contents of my sex dreams? Hm?" Regina smirked.

"I'm almost done with it actually. I'll come by your office tomorrow," Emma replied.

Regina looked surprised for a moment, but quickly rearranged her facial expression.

"Good. I'll see you tomorrow morning, Sheriff."

Emma just smiled.

Regina got up to leave, but before she did, she leaned in to Emma to whisper in her ear: "How do you feel about strap-ons, Em-ma?"

Emma felt Regina's hot breath on her ear and then she was gone. She tried, but failed, to suppress a small moan. She groaned. Now I'm definitely gonna have to change my underwear.