Regina pinched the bridge of her nose and exhaled slowly. She seriously wondered if the people inhabiting Storybrooke had always been such morons. Then she thought of Snow and Charming, and that answered her question. She got up from her chair and crossed her office to pour herself a glass of cider, knowing it wouldn't help with the throbbing behind her eyes. She knocked it back with one gulp, enjoying the burn as it went down her throat. She glanced at the clock and grimaced. It wasn't even noon.
She considered having another glass, but decided against it. With the way this day was going, she'd end up drinking the entire bottle. She walked back to her desk and sat down, glaring at the amount of paper in her inbox. This damn place would fall apart without me, she thought.
Her secretary chose that moment to stick her head in the door, giving her a look that was half apologetic and half terrified. She knew that the Mayor was in a foul mood.
"What!" Regina barked.
Flinching at the harsh tone, she said "M-Mary Margaret is h-here, do you want me to tell her that it's not a good time?"
Regina thumped her head down onto the desk.
"Son of a bitch!" Emma yelled. She had chased Pongo down Main Street three times now. How he continuously got loose, she would never know. There was a ton of paperwork for her to go through, and she didn't have time for this. She saw his wagging tail disappear around the corner and decided to just let him go. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and walked back to the station.
Entering her office, she hung her jacket up, then plopped down into her chair. She let out a loud sigh and picked up her pen. As she started in on the large stack of forms, the phone rang.
She picked it up. "Sheriff Swan."
"Yes, it's Miss Ginger. My cat has gotten himself stuck in a tree. Could you be a dear and come fetch him for me?"
"Sure, I'll be there in five."
"Tha-" Emma hung up before she finished.
She stood up and moved to the door, grabbing her coat.
"Son of a bitch!"
Emma opened the door, throwing her keys on the side table in the foyer. She pulled off her boots and shuffled to the kitchen. She was tired and irritated, but a strange undercurrent of energy buzzed under her skin, putting her on edge. Subconsciously she knew it was her magic, coming to the surface from her emotions. She ignored it, concentrating on finding food.
There was no one in the kitchen, or the dining room. She growled under her breath. She moved to the living room. Henry sat on the floor, engrossed in the show he was watching. Regina lay on the couch, her arm thrown over her eyes. Emma opened her mouth to say something when her eyes zeroed in on the pizza box on the coffee table. She sighed in relief before grabbing it and sitting in the armchair across from the couch.
Henry finally noticed her presence, giving her a wide smile. "Hey mom!"
"Hey." She replied around a mouthful of pizza.
Henry didn't seem to notice the shortness of her tone, or chose to ignore it, and looked back at the television.
Regina moved her arm and glanced over at Emma.
"I take it your day was as good as mine."
Emma shot her a look. "I don't know why people think that animal control is somewhere in my job description."
Regina snorted. "It's clearly there, dear. To protect, serve, and chase wayward pets."
Emma glowered. "Not funny Regina.
"I thought it was some of my better work."
That got a slight smile from Emma, who placed the empty pizza box back on the coffee table. She sat back in the chair, trying to relax. She gave an exasperated sigh. The magic wasn't letting her. She needed some kind of relief, and fast.
She looked over at Henry, knowing whatever he was watching would keep him occupied for awhile. She turned to Regina, who had her arm thrown back over the face.
"Regina."
"Hmmm?"
"Regina."
Regina sighed and looked at Emma, her breath catching in her throat. Emma's eyes were nearly black, and the air around her was almost crackling with her suppressed magic.
She got up and tapped Henry on the shoulder, getting his attention. "Your mom and I are turning in. We've both had tiring days. I expect you to be in bed by nine. Understood?"
Henry nodded. "Night, moms."
"Goodnight dear." Regina bent and kissed him on the head. She looked at Emma, who bolted up the stairs.
Emma sat on the bed, waiting on Regina. As soon as she was in the room, Emma flicked her wrist. The door shut and locked. Regina raised her eyebrows in surprise.
Emma shrugged. "I've been practicing."
"What else have you been practicing?" Regina asked, amused.
Emma stood and walked toward her, a smirk forming on her face. She stopped in front of Regina, their bodies almost flush with each other. She flicked her wrist again. Regina's clothes disappeared.
"Impre-"
Regina was cut off by Emma's lips against hers, hard and demanding. Emma backed her roughly against the wall, causing the air to leave Regina's body. She grabbed a fistful of Regina's hair, tugging her head back, giving her access to her neck. Regina moaned as Emma placed wet, opened mouth kisses along it, down to her collar bone. She reached down to the hem of Emma's shirt, trying to get it off. She stopped when Emma growled in her ear. Emma pulled back. She grabbed Regina's hands, bringing them over her head and pushing them against the wall. She leaned into Regina, her lips close enough to breath the same air.
"I get undressed when I choose. You touch me when I choose. I fuck you when I choose. Understand?"
Arousal pooled low in Regina's stomach. She had never seen Emma like this, and quite frankly it was exciting. For once she was more than happy to hand the control over to her, in fact, right now that's what she needed. She met Emma's intense gaze.
"I understand."
Emma crushed her lips against Regina's again, her tongue demanding entrance. Regina let out another moan, feeling Emma's thigh between her legs, the denim giving her the friction she craved. Emma kept Regina's hands up with her left hand, her right wandering down to roughly pinch a pebbled nipple. Regina jerked against her, grinding on her thigh, and pushing her chest into Emma's hand. Emma pulled away abruptly, both hands leaving Regina. Regina groaned, slightly frustrated at the loss of contact.
"Stay there." Emma ordered.
She walked across the room and pulled the chair from Regina's vanity. She drug it back with her, stopping in front of the full length mirror. She looked at Regina and crooked her index finger.
"Come here."
Regina went over, her curiosity running wild. "What are you doing?"
Emma smiled wickedly. "It's what you're doing. You're going to watch me fuck you."
A surge of moisture shot between Regina's thighs. She had used mirrors for many things, but never this.
Emma pulled her forward and turned her around to face the mirror. She stepped up behind her and pulled her flush against her, grinding into Regina's ass. Regina gasped, pushing back against her. Emma put her head over Regina's shoulder. She tapped her left thigh. "Leg up."
Regina put her foot on the chair. Emma pushed her leg in between Regina's, pushing her right leg out further. It wasn't lost on Regina that this was just like she had been in the shower the other day.
Emma wrapped an arm around Regina's waist, holding her tight. Her other hand brushed her hair back from her face. She spoke into her hear, her voice low and husky.
"If you close your eyes, I'll stop. If you look away, I'll stop. You don't come until I say so. Got it?"
Regina nodded, her eyes meeting Emma's in the mirror. Both of their pupils were blown, green and brown barely visible around the black.
Emma kissed Regina's shoulder, moving up to her neck. She bit down sharply on her earlobe, then sucked it gently. Regina watched, eyes glued to Emma's mouth. Emma's hands trailed up and down Regina's sides, pulling her focus down. Pale hands stood out against her darker skin, running over her abdomen. Her muscles clenched. The hands moved up, cupping her breasts, kneading. She groaned, her head falling back.
Emma stopped.
Regina's head snapped back, glaring at Emma in the mirror. Emma smirked then continued, pinching a nipple cheekily. Regina looked back down, watching Emma pull and roll her nipples expertly between her fingers. A sharp tug sent sensations straight down to her clit. Emma smiled against her neck. Her hands roamed back down, fingers circling her belly button. Regina's eyes closed.
Emma stopped.
Regina huffed, opening her eyes. Emma spoke, low and into her ear again.
"You're missing out when you do that. You can't watch yourself come undone for me with your eyes closed."
Regina moaned.
Emma's fingers strayed further, delving slightly into Regina's wetness. "You can't see how wet you are, how much you want me." Regina bucked against her.
Emma slipped a finger inside, pulling almost all the way out, then pushing slowly back in. Regina thought she was going to pass out. Her head spun, her legs shook. It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen, and she had seen things. Emma held her waist, keeping her up. Her other hand kept fucking her at an agonizing pace. "So beautiful." Emma murmured into her hair.
"Em-ma." She said, pleading.
The change of pace left her breathless. Suddenly, Emma was back to the demanding demeanor of earlier. She swiftly added another finger, fucking her hard and fast. Regina let her head fall back to Emma's shoulder, making sure to keep her eyes open. If Emma stopped now she would kill her. Her hips rocked into Emma's hand, keeping pace. Sweat pooled at the small of her back and between her shoulder blades where Emma was pressed against her. She heard Emma panting slightly in her ear. She started to tremble, a whimpering noise coming from her throat. Emma kept her arm pressed to her waist, but moved her hand down to her clit, circling it gently. Regina struggled to keep her eyes open. Her thighs tensed. Her breath hitched. Emma met her eyes in the mirror. "Come for me."
Regina did, and she watched. She watched the silent scream come from her throat. She watched her muscles clench. She watched the shudder pass through her body. And she watched herself fall back into Emma, her body spent. Emma caught her, keeping her legs from buckling. She kissed her head, smiling brightly. She pulled her leg off the chair and helped her to the bed, cradling her in her lap.
"Do you see how totally breathtaking you are?"
Regina smiled against Emma's neck. "I think maybe I do."
They sat in comfortable silence, both trying to regain their breathing. Regina glanced at Emma.
"You seem to be better now."
Emma chuckled. "Yeah, I definitely am."
"That's good." She stood, looking down at Emma with a frown.
"What?" Emma asked.
Regina smirked. "Miss Swan, you are wearing far too many clothes."
Emma flicked her wrist.