The spacious and drafty Town Hall was freezing cold inside. Emma was shivering as she sat up front across from the big old desk, where the Mayor was conducting a meeting on pressing town business. Emma wasn't sure what was going on with the town. When there wasn't a magical monster to battle or a search and rescue mission she found every day operation affairs boring, and she was rather distracted, but not by the cold.

Also currently 'pressing', were Regina's breasts against her very tight, very crisp white blouse. Emma didn't know why the high end garment didn't seem to fit properly. She was fairly certain Regina had a personal tailor who carried over with the first curse, unless she had the shirts customized to fit like that.

Whatever the reason, Emma found it incredibly distracting. It was like everlasting anticipation that that pesky third button would pop off and cleavage would spill out like a flood breaking over a dam. With much chagrin, Emma noticed Regina's near indecent exposure wasn't just distracting to the Sheriff's department but also the rest of the City Managers in attendance. The old creepy dude from Water Processing was drooling. The Transportation director wasn't even trying to hide his staring, and the Fire Chief looked like he needed to put out a fire in his pants. Even Regina's secretary who was supposed to be taking notes, but her pen was conspicuously still and her eyes were firmly fixed on Regina's blasted cleavage.

When Emma finished scanning the crowd, her jealousy was flaring. She clenched and released her jaw and dug her fingernails into her thighs to keep her mouth shut. She didn't appreciate the way the whole town was ogling Regina. Being the brave and noble Savior that she was, she just had to do something. This meeting was supposed to last another hour at least, and they weren't even half way through the first leg of the agenda about city ordinances regarding fire codes and birch leaf roofs.

An idea occurred to Emma as she looked down and took in her own attire. She was wearing an oversized sweater with a tank top underneath. When Emma looked up again, Regina strutted to the center aisle pushing her chest out as she spoke with authority.

Emma could see the evidence of the cold manifesting in Regina's hardened nipples which were poking out round and full against the fabric shirt. In fact, her own stiffened in sympathy, poor Regina must be really cold. Emma blew out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, and shook her head. She muttered something inaudible to herself, and before she could think better of it she jumped to her feet in a valiant attempt to defend Regina's modesty.

That was her justification at least.

She rapidly pulled her sweater over her head not caring that her tank top was sticking by static cling to the outer layer and riding up over her stomach. She was certain everyone in the room was staring at her now as she struggled to rip the sweater over her head and free. She pulled it off of her arms and smoothed down her ruffled hair. Setting her mouth in a straight line, Emma walked confidently up to Regina, who looked angry and confused at the meeting disruption.

Emma took Regina by the forearm and guided her to the side of the room for a modicum of privacy. Regina stumbled lightly, but went willingly with Emma so the rest of the room couldn't hear their private conversation.

"Emma, what are you doing?" Regina hissed softly as her eyes darted back and forth between the blonde and the waiting room full of constituents.

Emma blinked and stammered, unable to answer that question. It seemed rather ridiculous; she just took her shirt off and was trying to force Regina to wear it.

"I...um—here," she thrust the wadded up wool at Regina's hands and looked away in embarrassment.

"You look really cold," she finished lamely as Regina looked down at the sweater she was now forced to hold.

"I don't—," Regina muttered in disbelief, and leaned her face closer to Emma's. "I am chilly, but I don't want to wear your sweater."

"Just put it on," Emma mouthed through a fake smile. "Please, trust me." She nodded her head trying to get Regina to agree quickly. There was no going back now.

At that, Regina softened a bit, her posture loosening. She held up the sweater and shifted her weight from side to side as if she was debating what to do. She wrinkled her nose in disapproval, but then to Emma's delight, Regina straightened it out and pulled it over her head.

Her face popped through the hole like an adorably grumpy prairie dog. She smoothed it down and arched at eyebrow at the fit.

"Are you quite satisfied? Can the meeting continue without any further disruption?"

With a sigh of relief, that Regina's assets were fully covered, Emma picked a pill of lint off of Regina's shoulder and nodded. She quickly returned to her seat and Regina retook her spot at the front of the room. The sweater looked out of place on her, but there was a part of Emma that felt strangely satisfied. She liked that Regina was wearing her shirt and most importantly, no one in the room was continually staring at the woman's chest.

However, something was still off. Emma felt a chill run down her spine as she realized that her arms were bare and the room was still shockingly cold. At least Emma was finding it easier to concentrate on the meeting topics, but Regina, for some reason couldn't seem to. She was fumbling over the agenda, and stealing odd glances at Emma. She repeated item 2.b three times and stumbled over the remaining zoning ordinances. Emma looked at her, an expression of concern crossing her face. Regina blushed and looked quickly down to her notes trying to find her place on the list.

That's when Emma looked down at her own chest in realization: Regina was getting a taste of her own medicine, distracted by Emma and her pointy little pair of cold-hardened nips.

Emma smirked in something akin to satisfaction and gave Regina a subtle wink.