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 :)
Caught In the Net
Emma was having difficulty.
Great difficulty. Breathing. Talking in actual sentences. Processing thoughts.
Having successfully caught the inebriated Leroy, spray can in hand, mid way through a very accurate yet inappropriate "MILLS = MILF" sign, she had hauled him to the station and put him in a cell to sleep it off. She then, as was her job, had to go and report to The Mayor. The woman she had pinned to a wall and gotten herself into a such a state that it was either ravish the woman or run like a child. She chose the running option. Emma the eternal runner.
That had been a week ago and Emma had spent the time since trying to avoid the Brunette like the plague, not willing to face the embarrassment or the knowing that Regina knew. However now she couldn't avoid this. The Sheriff walked into the town hall, nodding to the assistant.
"The Mayor is expecting you Sheriff Swan," the young woman advised, "go right on in."
Emma smiled and walked towards Regina's office, crushing down the butterflies that were having a party in her belly. Play it cool Emma, don't let her get to you. Don't acknowledge what happened last time you saw her. Shes just a woman. Just another woman. An attractive member of the female sex. With nice hair. And a nice rack. Smells great. I wonder what she looks like under those - Emma swallowed that thought, groaning. She entered The Mayors office, taking in the lit fire and the low lighting. Shit.
"Miss Swan, how nice of you to join me," The Mayor practically purred, standing up from behind her desk. "A drink? To celebrate the apprehension of the vandal?" Emma narrowed her eyes at the lack of snark, but nodded her assent. She slowly took in the brunettes figure as the woman turned and went to the drinks cabinet - Black fuck me heels, slim stocking clad legs, gray dress accenting The Mayors glorious behind, right up to her bare arms and not a hair out of place hair. Emma swallowed, a warm tightness igniting in her belly. Shit. Fuck.
Regina bent at the waist, getting glasses and a bottle from the cupboard. Emma turned her head.
So here she was, unable to cope with the sight of what was being presented to her without releasing a guttural groan she moved to the window, resting a hand on the glass. The cool glass did nothing to cool her body. Why was Regina being so nice? Emma was conscious of getting through this meeting to then get away from the woman again, back to the safety of not seeing her. Not paying attention, Emma tensed and closed her eyes, feeling a warm body sliding up behind her, breath hot on her ear. Fuck fuck fuck.
"Miss Swan, i just wanted to... thank you... for your services rendered to the town... and to myself," a voice breathed. "If there is ever anything i could do, to repay your good work..." Regina left the suggestion there and pressed herself closer to the trembling Blonde. Hands snuck under The Sheriff's jacket and brushed her thin top, traveling around to her abdomen.
"I-" Emma tried to talk. Tried to say anything. Anything that would defuse this situation she was in. She felt like she was going to explode. She tried again "Uh-" sucking in a great breath of air as slim fingers brushed the underside of her breasts. Holy fucking shit.
The Mayor continued to trace patterns on her belly, occasionally wandering up to here she could not cope with. "Why, Emma... it is methat makes you tremble..." Lips grazed the shell of Emma's ears and she snapped out of this trance.
The Sheriff spun, intending to push the Brunette away, but found herself face to face with sultry eyes and kissable lips. Regina's arms were still snaked around her and now pulled her forwards. Emma's eyes zeroed in on the parted perfect plump lips in front of her. Her head moved of its own accord, moved closer to the lips she wanted to claim. Their breath mingled, hot on each others face. Emma swallowed, being pulled in by the overwhelming want that was singing through her veins. She closed her eyes in anticipation and met... nothing.
A disdainful laugh rang out, jarring Emma's rapture. The arms wrapped around her were slowly removed, fingers lingering slightly.
"Miss Swan, do you really think i would stoop to the level of consorting with someone like you" Regina laughed again, clapping her hands together with delight, "I just love playing with you, you are so, so easy."
Emma let out a breath of frustration, eyes opening to glare at the gloating woman.
Regina stared back smugly, amusement written all over her face. "It is a shame, that you want me so badly, i almost feel bad for you," she drawled. The woman turned and walked to the drinks she had placed on her desk, claiming one and savouring it, before turning back to the Blonde. "Thank you for your... services... Sheriff Swan, but they won't be needed here now. You may go"
Something inside Emma snapped. How dare she play, use, lead on, fuck with. Emma stormed over to the desk and snatched the drink Regina had poured for her, throwing it angrily at the wall.
"Fuck you, Madam Mayor, fuck you," she growled at the Brunette before leaving the room, fury vibrating throughout her frame.
Regina moved to the window, watching with pleasure the Blonde's exit from the building. The glee she felt from playing with the woman multiplying at the thought of all the fun she could have winding her up.