It had been two days since Regina and Emma had their confrontation in the Sheriff's office. Regina had taken to avoiding places like Granny's Diner and people like the Sheriff just so she wouldn't run into Emma. The Mayor hated hiding from someone in her own town, but her feelings towards the other woman were confusing say the least, and she needed time to sort them out before another meeting went awry.
The Mayor's thoughts flip-flopped between fantasies of throwing Emma off of a cliff, and throwing Emma on the ground and having her way with her. Regina had always been resolute and clear headed when it came to knowing what she wanted. This inability to decide ate away at her, eroding her stone-like exterior like a river.
She hadn't slept all week, Henry was constantly pushing her away, and there seemed to be a never-ending pile of paperwork on her desk about mind-numbing small-town affairs that she really didn't give a shit about. Regina could feel herself fraying at the edges, and she was just thankful it was the weekend and she could look forward to relaxing in her house for the next few days.
It was Friday, and while the rest of the town was enjoying the beginnings of their weekend, Regina knew she would be stuck at home going over the figures from the last town budget meeting. It would probably take her until late in the evening, but at least it would provide a distraction from her present state of unrest. The Mayor headed home, looking forward to a bottle of wine and several hours of Emma-free thinking.
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"So whats with the Mayor?" Emma shouted over loud music playing from a classic-looking jukebox playing Billy Joel.
Ruby, Emma, and Mary Margaret had gone out for their girls night at the local bar, and Emma was having a better time than she expected. She never had a group of friends and always considered herself a loner. Her transient lifestyle prevented her from maintaining friendships longer than a few months, and she found that hanging out with the two women filled her with a sense of belonging she never knew she needed.
Mary Margaret was warm and genuine, and she acted like she really cared about Emma even though they had just met. Ruby was funny and entertaining, and Emma was having a ball watching the young woman flit and flirt around, her energy becoming contagious.
"You mean, why is she such a bitch?" Ruby clarified, holding a bottle of beer and swaying slightly to 'Piano Man'.
"I don't think she is a bitch, I think she is just misunderstood," Mary Margaret offered nicely.
"You must be way drunker than I am, cause that woman is stone-cold," Ruby disagreed.
"Well think about it: she doesn't have any friends, she's never dated anyone, at least publicly anyway, and she is responsible for for the maintenance of an entire town. I would probably be stressed out all the time too," Mary Margaret reasoned.
"She's not stressed out, she just needs to get laaaid!" Ruby called out, turning to order more drinks and flirt with the cute bartender.
Emma leaned towards Mary Margaret, pressing for information. "So, she's never dated anyone? Like ever?" Emma asked Mary Margaret, trying not to give herself away.
"No...well, maybe...I mean...there were rumors once..." Mary Margaret ventured, not wanting to gossip, but Emma looked really curious and Mary Margaret was enjoying her attention.
She continued in a low voice, looking around to make sure no one was listening in. "For a while people were saying that Regina and the Sheriff were seeing each other secretly, but nothing was ever proven and the rumor just kind of died out. But please don't tell anyone I told you! Especially Graham! I know you two are working together and I don't want to weird you out."
Emma raised her eyebrows and took a drink from her beer. She felt kind of relieved. She liked Graham, but she knew from the small amount of time she had spent with him that he would be kind of lame in the sack. Pretty boys usually were; they never had to work very hard to get a girl in bed.
Emma had fun imagining Graham on top of Regina, all "Madam Mayor" and dutiful, while Regina stared at the ceiling bored as hell. Regina was the kind of woman who responded to passion, an attribute she exhibited herself in spades. Graham was more of a puppy, while Regina was a wolf. Regina was headstrong, beautiful and dangerous, and Emma found herself warming at the thought of the other woman's dark eyes, red lips, and sensuous figure. The way her body had moved against Emma's while her eyes shot daggers was a lethal combination, and Emma started to plot about how to get in her line of fire again.
"Shots!" Ruby returned triumphantly, handing the other two women glasses of tequila.
"Oh no! I can't do tequila! I'll fall over," Mary Margaret objected weakly.
"C'mon teach! Live dangerously!" Ruby encouraged, throwing her drink back in one defiant gulp, and Emma couldn't have agreed more.
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Several hours later Emma found herself knocking on the door to the mayoral mansion against her better judgement. This time when Regina answered, she wasn't wearing her usual professional attire of pantsuits and blazers; rather, she was in black yoga pants, an oversized white, scoop-neck t-shirt that looked incredibly soft and hung perfectly down her torso. Her feet were bare and her toes were painted a surprising shade of coral pink.
Damn. Emma was speechless. If she thought the Mayor was hot in tailored suits, she was completely unprepared for casual, natural Regina. So far, this was Emma's favorite look.
"Miss Swan, why am I not surprised. Your talent for appearing out of thin air is quite impressive I must say," Regina stated with just a hint of her usual biting tone. Emma swayed a little, giving away her slight inebriation. "And you're drunk, I should have known."
"We were having a girls night out, and I'm not drunk," Emma retorted after finally regaining use of her vocal cords.
"Well I don't seem to see what this has to do with me. I couldn't care less about what you do in your free time."
Undaunted by the woman's incessant bitter tone, Emma's eyes ran over the Mayor's body in one long, appreciative glance, not even caring how obvious she was being. "I was thinking about you..." Emma trailed off, her liquid courage coming out in an impromptu admission.
Regina stared at the woman on her porch, weighing the situation. She was fairly unimpressed with the blonde's lack of sobriety; however, Regina did notice the way Emma's light blue blouse was unbuttoned down to her breasts, and the way she was staring, almost possessively, caused a warm stirring in the base of the Mayor's body.
Emma was truly an enigma, the only person in Storybrooke who would dare something so bold.
"Can I come in?" Emma asked in a low tone.
Regina held back giving her answer, enjoying watching Emma in supplication. "I'm not sure. Are you going to attack me again?"
"Maybe," Emma grinned suggestively. "Do you want me too?"
Regina crossed her arms and smirked at Emma's provocation. One part of Regina wanted to refuse Emma's advance to assert a little of the authority the blonde insisted on disregarding; but another part wanted to invite Emma in and see if that spark that occurred between them a few days ago really did exist. The Mayor remembered how sinfully good it felt when Emma pinned her up against the door and ravished her without warning. She caved, the wine in her system contributing to her temporary lack of inhibition.
"You may come in, but only on my terms. This is my house, my rules. If you continue to act like you were raised in a barn, I will file that restraining order. Agreed?"
"Agreed."
Regina opened the door just a bit wider, inviting Emma in without further discussion.
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In the study Regina poured them both a drink, handing one to Emma with a questioning glance.
"I promise I'm not drunk," Emma reassured, reading the Mayor's mind. "Trust me, if I was, you would know."
"Trust you?" Regina said with a mocking tone. "I'm sure you have done nothing to earn my trust, dear."
"You let me in your house. I must have done something right," Emma prodded coyly.
Regina raised an eyebrow, daring Emma to push her luck. Emma ducked her head, "Sorry...habit."
The two women sat opposite each other in matching love seats. Regina had a fire going and the room glowed in a cozy, orange hue. Forgotten paperwork was sprawled on a nearby desk, and soft classical music was playing lightly in the background. Sipping on her drink, the brunette looked over at the warm fire and allowed her body to sink into the moment.
Regina relished fires, as they were the only source of heating in the world she grew up in. Having fires constantly burning in multiple hearths of one's home was a sign of wealth and stature, and Regina's home always had blazing fires lit throughout the cold seasons. She remembered late winter nights bundled under soft furs in front of dancing flames, drinking apple cider and feeling completely content. But that was a different world, a different time, and Regina suddenly realized that she hadn't thought about home in a long, long while.
"What are you thinking about?" Emma asked, interrupting the brunette's train of thought. "I mean, in your head, where were you just now? You looked different. Peaceful."
The brunette shook the memories from her head, her hair swaying softly with the movement. "Someplace far away, and long ago," she answered, her tone noticeably warmer.
"Yeah, I've been there. The food sucked," Emma tried.
To both of their surprise Regina chuckled out loud, her face breaking into an easy grin. Her features softened to a degree that Emma never thought possible and she looked so natural, so different from the person who had been trying to drive Emma away for the past week. For an instant Regina allowed her guard to come down and she pushed a few fingers through her silky-brown hair, rolling her eyes good-naturedly.
"Ever the poet, Miss Swan," Regina jokingly toasted Emma, tilting her glass in the blonde's direction and uncrossing her legs to stand up. She rose gracefully and effortlessly, moving towards the mantle above the fireplace. Picking up a framed picture of Henry, Regina looked at it with longing in her face.
Her voice changed to a soft, sincere tone. "You know," she continued, "Henry was always such a carefree child, always laughing and running circles around this place. Sometimes it would drive me crazy, his boundless energy, but now I find myself yearning for those days. He used to come running to me whenever I came home, even if I had only been away for half an hour."
Regina's eyes glistened with the tender memories, and her jaw clenched slightly as she inwardly compared them to Henry's present sullen state. "It is amazing how fast the years go by, and once you lose something, it's gone," she stated sadly, placing the picture back on the mantle. She cleared her throat, trying to dislodge the lump that had suddenly formed.
Emma could see how hard the Mayor was trying to remain stoic, though her tone and body language gave her emotions away. Emma stood up and moved behind Regina quietly, reaching over the Mayor's shoulder to place her drink on the mantle next to the picture frame, allowing her right hand to graze the soft skin of Regina's arm while her left hand went to rest lightly on the Mayor's left hip.
Emma murmured into her ear softly, hoping to ease the dismay she heard in the Mayor's tone. "You're a good mother, and Henry is lucky to have you."
Emma's front pressed lightly against Regina's back as she stood close, her breath whispering against the brunette's neck. Normally Regina would have balked at this kind of intrusion into her personal space, but Emma seemed to have a knack for knowing just how to touch her, and the compliment didn't hurt either.
Regina was exhausted from the cascade of events that had taken place since this blonde tornado rolled into town, and tonight she just didn't have it in her to put up another fight. The room was warm with the heat of the fire, her body was relaxed with the lull of the wine, and the nearness of Emma's soft body felt too good to resist.
Emma brought her arm back slowly, dropping her right hand to rest lightly on Regina's wrist. Pulling lightly, Emma's pressure indicated that she wanted the mayor to turn around and Regina obliged without thinking.
Now the two women were face to face, inches apart. Regina's features had lost their rigid edges, and her expression was soft, her dark brown eyes looking up into Emma's, almost begging her to make a connection. She lowered her gaze to Emma's mouth, remembering the softness of her lips. For once, Regina's walls seemed to disappear, forgotten in the closeness of the moment.
"You're so beautiful," Emma whispered sincerely in a soft voice seeped with desire. She cupped her hand to the side of Regina's neck and pulled the woman the rest of the way towards her. Their lips met and slowly moved against each other's.
Emma leaned into the Mayor, wrapping her other other arm around Regina's waist securely. Regina fell into the embrace, reaching up and entwining her fingers through Emma's blonde hair. Emma slipped her tongue between red lips as Regina inhaled deeply, trailing her hands down Emma's back, pulling her closer.
And there it was again, that blooming of heat, waves of powerful pleasure that filled every cell of Regina's body. Her heart rate doubled and her head began to spin at the contact of Emma's lips. It was positively intoxicating, and she gave into it without hesitation. This time, there was no interruption, no banging against walls or screaming into each other's faces. This was so different. This was slow and sensual, where the last time was hasty and aggressive.
For a minute the two women allowed themselves to give in to one another and sank further and further into their kiss. Emma lightly sucked on Regina's bottom lip and Regina opened her mouth slightly to give Emma more access. Their breaths mingled as their tongues met, both women shivering to the intimacy of the sensation. Emma slowly ran her tongue against the Mayors as their kiss deepened past all boundaries.
Keenly aware of the amount of clothing they were wearing, Emma removed her jacket in one fluid motion. Regina further encouraged the blonde's disrobing by deftly unbuttoning the remaining three buttons on Emma's shirt and pushing it off her body.
The Mayor broke her lips from Emma's to catch her breath and to admire the vision in front of her. Emma's abs rippled with each labored breath. Two indented lines ran from the sides of her lower abdomen into a region currently obstructed by the waistband of her jeans, and the Mayor felt an overwhelming desire to see just haw far down they went. Regina always had beautiful lovers, and Emma was no exception.
Emma plucked at the hem of Regina's shirt, silently asking permission to remove the garment. Locking eye contact, Regina raised her arms over her head, wordlessly acquiescing. The shirt floated up and off the brunette's body like a feather, joining Emma's discarded pile of clothes on the floor.
Emma sucked in a breath at the view in front of her. The swells of Regina's breasts filled the cups of the lacy black bra. Below, the inward curve of her waist was accentuated by smooth, olive colored skin and sloped into perfectly round hips. Emma bent her head down and panted slow, deliberate kisses along her collarbone, across the tops of her breasts, nuzzling the amazingly soft dip between them.
Regina breathed against wavy golden locks that smelled like coconut and vanilla and lifted one hand to the back of Emma's head in encouragement. The feeling of Emma's lips on her skin was excruciatingly sensual, and Regina wrapped her other arm around the blonde's waist possessively, inhaling her smell. A fire bloomed in the pit of the her stomach and threatened to overwhelm the one in the hearth by degree and intensity.
Their kisses grew in fervor as their breathing became erratic, and at the same time they both reached for the front waistband of each other's pants. They smiled into each other's mouths at their mirrored desires, and quickly relieved each other of the constrictive fabric.
Emma pulled away, just for a moment. "I've wanted you, Regina, since the minute I saw you," Emma stated honestly, looking directly into Regina's eyes. "I just wanted you to know that."
Regina was hesitant to voice her own feelings, but she cupped her hand to Emma's face and kissed her eagerly to show her appreciation for Emma's admission. The blonde wrapped her arms around the Mayor's waist tightly, crushing her body against her own, enjoying the contact from foot to thigh to stomach to chest to mouth as they continued to kiss.
Somehow, without Emma even realizing it, the Mayor opened the clasp on Emma's bra with a flick of her wrist and pulled it off in the blink of an eye. Damn, she's good. Emma thought to herself, admiring how the other woman seemed to be an expert at everything she did.
Their kisses had elevated to deep, yearning pulls, and Emma reached down and hooked one hand under Regina's thigh. The brunette understood and lifted her leg to wrap it around Emma, the blonde holding on to her tight to keep them steady. Slowly Emma lowered them to the floor in front of the fire, laying Regina on her back and situating herself between the Mayor's thighs.
It felt so right, so fulfilling to have Emma's weight between her legs. Regina pulled at the younger woman hungrily, needing her touch, her body, her entire being giving more and more of this addicting sensation.
Emma slid a hand between their bodies as she devoured the brunette's mouth, tracing a finger down to where Regina was already soaking wet. Emma pushed her hand under the Mayor's silk panties without hesitation as Regina moaned in encouragement, spreading her legs farther apart to provide a better access for Emma's fingers.
Emma expertly trailed one fingertip over Regina's clit before sliding it downward to circle and dip into the older woman's entrance. Regina's body tensed and then shook slightly at the contact, reveling in the precise movements of Emma's fingertips. The blonde proceeded to run her fingertips over the other woman's arousal, lightly at first. Regina groaned, putting her own hand on top of Emma's to signal that she wanted more pressure.
"Patience..." Emma crooned, withdrawing her finger to drive Regina completely up the wall.
"No," rejected Regina.
"Yes," implored Emma.
"My house, my rules," reminded Regina.
"Fine. Kick me out then," Emma challenged, knowing full well they were both past the point of no return.
Regina groaned and put her head back down on the carpet in resignation. "Fuck."
"Thats what I thought," smiled Emma, as she increased pressure back against Regina's sensitive clit as a reward for her compliance. The brunette whimpered in pleasure and trembled as the blonde descended her mouth onto Regina's breasts, flicking her tongue across hardened nipples and teasing them with her teeth. Emma left the glorious chest for a second as she reached down and pulled the Mayor's underwear completely off, wanting unobstructed access to what she could only describe as the Holy Grail.
Falling back onto Regina, Emma placed her wandering hand back between two tan thighs, moving her fingers expertly around and through Regina's folds, avoiding the trigger points on purpose to build Regina's desire.
Regina contracted and stretched underneath her, moaning and gasping for breath. For the life of her the Mayor couldn't explain how or why she had gotten into this position, writhing on the floor of her study with her son's birthmother on top of her, but at the moment she couldn't care less.
All that mattered was this feeling, this sensation that made her feel more alive than everything that had happened to her in the past 28 years combined. It felt so good to be taken, to indulge in something purely instinctual without apology or pretense; to act according to her own needs and desires without reason or practicality.
When Emma pushed two fingers into Regina's throbbing core the brunette cried out and dug her fingernails down Emma's back, marking her skin. Emma hissed as she bore the pain and stilled her hand momentarily, allowing Regina's inner walls to adjust to the presence of her fingers. She felt the delightful little contractions against her knuckles and slowly pulsed her hand inside of Regina. The Mayor quickly adapted to the intrusion but wanted more friction, more pressure, and tightened her arms around Emma. Reading the other woman's body language, Emma consented to give her what she wanted.
Emma positioned her hips behind her hand and allowed her whole body to push her fingers farther into the woman. Emma rocked her hips in rhythm, plowing into the woman below her who was taking everything Emma was giving with relish. The Mayor seemed to be a woman who liked it a little bit rough and Emma was happy to oblige. Regina's eyes were closed, her head turning from side to side as she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Emma crooked her fingers, finding that particular spot and pressuring it without mercy.
Regina moaned loudly, realizing that Emma had found a place where no one had touched her before. The sensation was so intimate, so unbelievably delicious that Regina wondered how she could have lived this long and not have ever known this was possible. The blonde was so sure of her fingers, so focused on reading Regina's body that the Mayor felt a twinge of regret that she had only just met the woman; this woman who could make her feel things that no one else had been able to before.
When Emma added her thumb to the nub just north of her fingers and moved it back and fourth and in circles, the sensation drove her over the edge and she climaxed in a chain of intense convulsions. Emma watched in awe at the raw beauty that was Regina in orgasm. The Mayor shook and spasmed, Emma gently caressing every square inch of her inner walls with her fingers to draw out every moan, every shake and shudder.
As she came down, Emma planted sweet kisses along Regina's neck and chest, murmuring about how beautiful she looked and how perfect she was.
Emma withdrew her fingers reluctantly as the Mayor's eyes came into focus. She looked up into the blonde's face with an uncharacteristic expression of wonderment as Emma licked the Mayor's flavor off of her fingers and moaned at the taste.
With a hungry look, Regina rolled Emma off of her and onto her back, pressing one hand onto the blonde's chest to hold her in place. Emma grinned and submitted, stretching her arms out and relaxing her body like a kitten asking for a belly rub. Regina removed the ruined panties from Emma's body with authority. The Mayor stroked through the blonde's slit with long, slender fingers while she nibbled at exposed neck and breasts.
"Mmmm, Regina..." Emma groaned as she squeezed her eyes shut, shuddering at the domineering pressure of the Mayor's fingertips. This was a position Regina was much more accustomed to, hovering over a vulnerable body and watching it writhe and wiggle at her touch. She had Emma in the palm of her hand, literally and figuratively, and Regina wanted to make sure that she left this woman satisfied, but wanting more.
Regina moved down Emma's body, grazing every curve, every muscle, every dip and rise with her hands. The brunette brushed her lips across the faint stretch marks on Emma's abdomen and hips with reverence. She paused when her face was mere inches from the blonde's heated center.
Emma opened her eyes and looked down at the Mayor with a mix of curiosity and surprise, afraid that she was about to stop. "Regina?" Emma asked, her voiced pleading.
"I'm just enjoying the view Miss Swan," the brunette husked confidently in that deep, sexy voice before sticking her tongue out and sweeping it up Emma's slit as hard as she could.
"Ahhh fuuuck!" Emma exclaimed, squeezing her eyes shut and gripping at the carpet on either side of her. Regina chuckled as she continued to lick over and through the wetness on the blonde's skin, surprised at how much she enjoyed Emma's flavor. The Mayor turned her attention to the engorged clitoris that was already protruding from it's hood and sucked it into her mouth as she slowly slipped one finger inside.
Emma bucked her hips and whimpered that she wanted, needed more, and Regina added another finger and swirled them against Emma's tight inner walls. Emma was close, Regina could tell.
The brunette rhythmically pumped her digits in and out of Emma while hungrily sucking on her clit, flicking the tip of her tongue against it for good measure. Regina hummed against the blonde's arousal, sending new shockwaves of pleasure through the younger woman's loins. Emma tried not to scream as she came, reaching new heights of ecstasy than ever before.
Emma couldn't remember the last time she had been this turned on, and she rode out her climax until Regina's fingers stilled their ministrations. The blonde tried to take deep breaths to calm her overstimulated body as Regina drew herself from her. Emma pulled the brunette back up to her before she could get away and kissed her face, placing her hands on either side of the Mayor's head to look deeply into the other woman's eyes.
Regina gave a half-smile in assurance, before sliding off of the girl beneath her. Her body was beginning to cool, and Regina could feel the muscles in her arms and back begin to tire and stiffen. The floor felt suddenly hard and uncomfortable and the fire was dwindling to small embers.
Regina suddenly felt exposed, aware now that they were naked, on the floor, and Henry was sleeping upstairs. Pushing herself off the floor, she sat up and began to reach for her clothes. Emma blinked, watching the Mayor's face transform from lustful to closed-off in a matter of seconds. Regina refused to meet Emma's gaze as she dressed herself without speaking.
"Um, thank you," Emma offered, hoping to break the tension that had suddenly clouded the room.
Regina turned her head, taking a breath and looking at Emma with a blank expression. "You should probably go. I don't want to risk Henry waking up and wandering downstairs."
"Yeah…I guess," Emma conceded, going about picking her own clothes off the floor and donning them in silence.
Regina picked up their glasses and tidied the room, erasing any evidence of the events that just transpired in there. Walking Emma to the front door, Regina placed a hand on the doorknob, and hesitated. Turning to face the blonde squarely, the Mayor looked at Emma and used an even and calculated tone.
"I don't need to tell you that the last thing Henry needs right now is more complication in his life. Whatever it is we are doing, Henry can not know about it; no one can. This is a small town, Miss Swan, and gossip travels impossibly fast. Am I making myself clear?"
Emma looked back at the Mayor, and with a familiar, casual arrogance she repeated their agreement:"Your house, your rules," knowing instinctively that this rule was nonnegotiable.