I loooove me some Swan Queen, they have the most delicious chemistry!

Don't own these characters otherwise they would most certainly be canon.

Nor do i have a beta, so all mistakes are my own, though i think i've caught them all :)

Ogling

Ruby placed a cup of coffee in the ever greatful, ever caffeine deprived Sheriff's hand. Emma groaned and raised her head from the table of the booth where she had slumped since coming in to the diner, offering up a smile in thanks.

"You know, you really should get more sleep Emma, you are starting to look really run down. Are you sleeping ok?" The tall brunette gazed at her friend, brows knitted. Emma took a slug of the burning liquid and closed her eyes briefly as she felt the warmth spread through her body.

"Yeah things are fine Ruby, just burning the candle at both ends to try and get ahold of this damn spray painter!" The waitress nodded in understanding and turned as the door opened.

Emma grabbed a newspaper and shook it open hastily as she tried to look surreptitiously at shapely legs and should be illegal heels walk over to the counter and speak to Ruby. She was assaulted by a memory of being pressed up against a compact, warm body, heat rushing through her from the furious exchange. She had given up trying to distract herself from thinking about The Mayor, it was like floodgates had opened and every little fantasy that went through the Blonde's head had suddenly taken on the form of an imperious Brunette in heels. Heels still on whilst bent over a desk. Fuck. She had it bad. Nevermind that it was wholly inappropriate for her to be feeling this way towards Henry's mother, "The Evil Queen" as he was calling her. Wrong. Just wrong. Emma would never cross that line, the woman had time and time again shown nothing but utter disgust and distaste for her. But there was no harm in looking right? Spurred on by this conclusion Emma took her time observing the view of the woman from behind whilst she interacted with Red, running her eyes from top to bottom, imagining the path her hands would like to take. Hiking up that pencil skirt to reveal suspenders... Warmth pooled between her legs and Emma took a long breath to try and stem the flush of arousal traveling through her body. Regina was definitely a suspenders woman Emma decided, adding this to her ever growing fantasy.

She jerked out of her reverie when the subject of her admiration began to turn - she realized that somewhere through the appreciation fest she had been having she'd put the newspaper down and was leaning on one of her hands, practically leering across the diner. A sculpted eyebrow arched at The Sheriff, whilst pursed painted lips blew gently at the steam coming out of the takeaway coffee cup. Emma froze - caught red handed. Her mouth fell open and she flushed from being caught ogling. Galvanized into action, she stumbled out of the booth, grabbing her coffee and dashed to the door. She brushed too close to The Mayor in her haste, the enticing scent of apples invading her senses for a seconds before the door slammed shut behind her.

Emma flew down the street, coffee in hand, breathing deeply to try and clear her addled brain, she was furious with herself for being so damn obvious in front of the infuriating woman.

This was getting ridiculous.

Emma pulled up short as she processed her hasty departure. She winked at me.