Mayor Mills sat primly at her desk fluidly writing out notes for the upcoming town meeting. She looked composed and stoic but inside her thoughts kept straying to her obnoxious sheriff. It had been a few weeks since their relationship had transcended from enemies to begrudging respect and finally combusting in the hot, gratifying sex they were partaking in.

They had fallen into a routine. Carefully, they avoided each other in the daylight, only interacting when the circumstances called for it. Brief, polite hellos as they passed by in the diner and professional phone calls to discuss some matter involving the city were their only forms of communication. She remained true to her word, allowing Emma to spend more time with her son. Every Wednesday the pair met at the diner and Henry came home exactly at 5:30 every time with a goofy smile on his face. She wanted to hate it that the blonde could do that to her son, make him that happy. But it warmed her heart to see him like that once again and he greeted her with a big hug that she had missed very much before running up to his room, so she let it continue much to her chagrin. Emma always smiled and waved at her from the street or in her Bug. It was bittersweet and she couldn't explain why.

But then dusk fell and Emma snuck into her home, the distance between them they painstaking constructed evaporated. They became like two magnets snapping together by an unseen force. They played out their desires until they were blissful and lethargic. Regina squeezed her legs together, trying to quell the faint ache that developed at the apex of her thighs.

Part of the cause of her disturbance from work was the unanswered text she had sent the younger woman who plagued her thoughts. There system was simple but effective. The correspondence was never flirty or seductive. She knew the little text on a screen would pale in comparison to how they would trade heated words in the moment, Emma's voice rumbling in her ear sometimes sweet and other times deliciously dirty. She didn't need to lure Emma to her home with lurid phrases, it would be in the way they passionately moved together later that night, getting their fill of each other before dawn that had her coming back for more.

She would send a message only detailing the acceptable time outline for her arrival, sometimes in response to an inquiry from the blonde about her plans for the evening. But usually she reached out to Emma and usually she was quick to reply with a 'see you then'. However today the hours dragged on and she had yet to get such a retort. Her finger itched around the pen she gripped, wanting to type out something furious to the blonde demanding an answer but that would not adhere to her apathetic manner she strove to portray. She dutifully kept writing, secretly simmering with annoyance.

A sharp knocking at her door then interrupted her stewing. She called out, her voice dripping with boredom, thinking perhaps Sidney was coming by to stare longingly at her, "Come in."

"Hey."

Her attention shot up in surprise to see Emma standing there, her red leather jacket creating an eyesore in her town hall office. "Ms. Swan, what are you doing here?"

"I came to tell you that I can't make it tonight. Mary Margret and Ruby want to have a movie night thing. It should go pretty late."

Irritation tinged with jealousy reared its ugly head. She had never been denied before and to come in second to that insipid idiot and her fleabag friend irked her to no end. "And why did you feel the need to come tell me this? Has your phone mysteriously stopped working?"

"I was in the neighborhood." She shrugged then added slowly. "And maybe I still wanted to see you."

Regina nearly bit out that she was not accepting social calls, especially from her, but she stopped short at the look brewing behind her green eyes. It was an expression she knew well, full of want and desire. She coolly replied, her tone perfectly balancing on indifference and coyness, "And why do you think I would want to see you?"

At this point Emma knew better than to be deterred. She peeled off her coat walking to the middle of the room and tossing it carelessly over the white sofa. Regina took in the sight of Emma wearing an emerald top, strikingly feminine on her lean frame and pleasantly sheer. She could see the lines of her dark bra, which was doing nothing to conceal her chest straining against the material. It was all clearly designed to seduce her. Emma watched her through long lashes, "I know you're busy but I thought you could pencil me in."

"Regarding what matters?"

"Well, I've been thinking about you coming on my mouth all day. It seemed important at the time but if you want me to go I will."

The mayor considered giving her sheriff a sharp lecture about how highly inappropriate it was for Ms. Swan to proposition her in her office in the middle of the day. But the desire and now curiosity had already been set into motion and after a suspended beat Regina decisively ordered, "Lock the door."

Emma maintained her eye contact as her hand reached behind her, groping to a moment to find the vintage lock and click it into place. The brunette moved to stand but the other woman shook her head, "Stay there."

Regina chaffed against the command and was completely prepared to ignore it but Emma tsked at her, "If you move, you won't get your surprise."

"You've already revealed your cards Ms. Swan."

"Your other surprise." Emma corrected her lips ticking upwards in amusement.

Though part of her still wanted to refuse her compliance, after all she wasn't on her beck and call, but she was interested enough to relax in her chair, giving the blonde control of the situation. Emma didn't seem to be in a rush; instead she wandered around the room, boots clicking against the elaborate black and white tile. The mayor tracked her movements, noticing there was an extra swing to her hips like Emma knew she had her undivided attention. Her badge clipped to one of her belt loops was decidedly sexy. But her wandering eyes snapped up when the sheriff began thoughtfully, "You sure have a lot of pretty things."

"Yes, I like the finer things in life." Regina glowered but continued to play whatever game Emma had constructed, "Are you going to get to the point?"

"I want an opinion on something and I need a refined eye. I thought yours would be perfect." Emma shrugged as she unzipped her shoes to step out of them.

"Alright, show it to me." The older woman felt the anticipation prickle at her skin. Emma came to stand in front of her desk and grabbed the flowing hem of her shirt. She lifted the light fabric at an agonizing pace, slowly revealing her pale, taut abdomen. Regina's eyes light up when her torso was finally free, her breast clad in a dark periwinkle bra, the cups were all lace, near useless in obscuring anything much to her enjoyment. Next she rolled tight jeans down her long legs her underwear matching, the delicate patterned triangle of fabric equally as decadent and indecent as the top.

Of course, by now she had seen Emma in all manner of undress, but seeing her in the obviously expensive lingerie gave her a new thrill, like seeing a sunrise instead of sunset over your favorite landscape or discovering a constellation you'd never seen before in the night sky that you admired so many times before. She got lost in the effect of deep purple on milky skin, the textured material against smooth expanses. Emma smirked, "So what do you think?"

"I think… it's a lovely surprise."

"Yeah? You think it's pretty enough? I mean you're the expert." She plucked at the thin bra strap and it fell loosely from her shoulder.

Regina swallowed but managed to smoothly reply, "Why don't you come closer so I can get a better look?"

Emma grinned and came around the desk as she spun her chair so she could face the woman on display for her. The blonde stopped when her knees brushed against her own, "Well?"

Regina brought her hands up to the hips in front of her and began to explore the dips and flares of the Emma's body. She palmed the younger woman's pert breast, stroking her defined torso. The mayor pulled at the Emma, trying to turn her around. She got raised eyebrows in confusion. "I need to see from all angles."

She permitted Regina to rotate her and the brunette had to stifle a moan. Her underwear was a thong, the toned globes of her ass completely exposed. She ran her fingers down her spine, running them under the lacy strings that rest on the swell of her bottom. Emma stayed still letting her trace contours on her back. The older woman found her voice, murmuring, "The craftsmanship is flawless. The color is complimentary… It's absolutely exquisite on you."

"I'm glad you think so." Her voice was breathy. Regina grinned, liking that the balance of power was tipping in her favor. She could practically feel Emma losing concentration and she massaged the flesh harder, one on her hands sneaking to pinch a stiff nipple. But as soon as her lips met the curve of her waist, it jolted her companion forward, momentarily putting her out of her reach. The blonde whirled around, immediately kneeling and forcing her thighs apart. Hands incessantly pulled at her black slacks. Tearing open the button, Emma forced them down her legs and they pooled around her satin pumps.

The sheriff did the same to her dampened underwear, her nose coming to nestle against the inside of her thigh. Emma looked enraptured with the sex inches from her face, which the brunette knew had to be glistening with the wetness of her desire. She couldn't wait and prompted, "See something you like?"

"Exquisite…" Emma whispered then didn't hesitate to lick a broad stroke up her slit. Regina instinctively shifted lower in her seat, spreading her legs wider. The blonde's tongue was messy and everywhere. If the older woman didn't know any better, she would say she was unskilled and ineffectual. But she knew what the sheriff was capable of and even when she was purposefully inept, the younger woman was devouring her with an intensity that was divine. Suddenly she switched her tactics, hitting all the right areas. She worked her lips around her sensitive nub, tongue flicking repeatedly against it. It was too good and Emma quickly ripped the orgasm out of her as she could feel endorphins flooding her brain.

She thought about being embarrassed how easily worked up she was from the sight of Emma in some nice underwear, but the woman in question was eagerly lapping up her arousal, her tongue moving lower to dip inside of her. The mayor looked down at the blonde curls spilling into her lap. The visual of the almost nude Emma pleasuring her while her clothing stayed mostly intact was hot as hell. She could close her eyes and image she was in her throne room in her dark castle; the white princess freely falling to her knees for the whims of the queen.

It was an entertaining fantasy but this reality was so much better. And she didn't really feel like she had much control at the moment. The other woman's tongue thrust steadily into her core and her hand moved to splay itself over her mound, partially to still her hips but mostly to position her thumb over her clit. She drew tight, slow circles until Regina was gasping and her inner muscles began to contract. She sped up the motion and the searing ecstasy of her coming lit up her nerve endings. She shuddered against the woman whose own moans were muffled by the heated, slick flesh in her mouth.

Regina's hips nearly jumped off her chair when she felt two fingers gingerly prodding her entrance. She shook her head weakly, "I can't. Not again."

Emma stopped her progress but didn't pull away. She basically whined at the older woman with something like desperation, "Please Regina, I'll go slow. Just one more time. Please."

Regina couldn't turn her away when she looked so beautiful on the ground and it was all for her. She acquiesced with a nod. The strong fingers moving fully in and out of her were unhurried, careful to not provide too much pressure. Not yet, it was too soon. Emma sucked at the skin on the inside of her thighs with a bruising force; her eyes didn't leave Regina's face, watching her enthralled. The brunette wound her fingers through her golden locks and watch back with equal intensity, feeling the wonderful burn of the love bite. It took a while for the tension to build up again but Regina was enjoying the sensations too much to care and Emma was patient and devoted in her movements. Finally she was close again, pulling gently at her hair, getting her delectable mouth where she needed her most. Emma groaned and worked her hand harder, lightly stroking her clit with her tongue. The mayor was panting heavily now, "More, oh god, more."

Fingers curled deep within her. It was too much and just enough. Her third orgasm hit her hard, her vision blackened around the edges. The electric feeling made her entire body tremble, until she slumped back against her chair. She was delirious with the post-coital bliss thrumming through her veins. She didn't even realize she was petting the corn-silk hair on Emma's head that was lying in her lap. But suddenly the blonde was gently pulling up her pants, redressing her with care. Emma stood, leaning down and brushing a very wet kiss on her cheek. Regina wanted to reach out but she hadn't gained control of her limbs yet. The sheriff was moving away and picking up her jeans however, which she found unacceptable. "Where do you think you're going?"

The queen asked perturbed. She had plans for the blonde that potentially involved bending her over her desk. Emma stepped into her pants, "I'm on duty. I've got to go."

"You most certainly will not." Regina tried sounding imperious but still lacked the energy to back it up.

"I've got a home visit with the Tillman's in less than an hour. I need to make sure Nicolas and Ava are adjusting and Michael is an adequate guardian." Her top slid back over her lanky frame. "I've been trying to get a social worker from the state here but no one can seem to find this town."

"We are a bit… off the map." She chuckled though Emma was oblivious to her inside joke.

"Well, I can't wait. I'm conducting the interview myself. I want to make sure the kids are safe." Emma put her hair up in ponytail. Erasing the evidence of Regina's hands gripping her hair and raking it up into a wild mess. The mayor considered way to keep the blonde with her. She could think of ways, tortuous and pleasing ways, to ensnare the younger woman for just another hour until she got her chance to have her way with her.

But she stopped herself from protesting her departure any further. She was the Evil Queen she shouldn't care whether or not Emma got her turn. A verdant gaze found hers, looking at her in an almost shy demeanor. Regina was struck with the feeling of being drawn to other woman, like a thread was pulling them together and she was helpless to follow. The thought had been increasing as their affair escalated. She tired to hold off as long as she could, until it felt like the string between them was stretched too thin, creating a tight feeling in her chest, so that it felt like they both might snap.

"Regina?"

"Hm?"

"I asked if I would see you later this week?"

Despite the frightening sensation swirling under her breastbone, there was still a strange floating feeling that Emma gave her. She couldn't comprehend it but it elicited a broad, bright smile. "You can count on it."

Her eyes lingered in a way that suggested there next encounter would be worth her while. The sheriff returned with her own dopey smile, "See you later."

Emma backed out of the room, suddenly blushing, even though she had been so confidently strutting around just moments ago. She fumbled with the lock for a second then vanished from her sight. Regina leaned forward, elbows on her desk, cradling her head in her hands. The mayor realized that it was getting more difficult to reign in whatever emotions she was coming to associate with Emma Swan. She needed to know what it all meant; she had questions and she had an idea where to get the answers.

Tonight seemed like a lovely evening to visit her dungeons.

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After tucking Henry safely in bed, Regina stayed up doing her normal nightly routine. She cleaned the kitchen a little, tied up loose paperwork, and then sat in the living room to do a crossword puzzle. At 10 o'clock, when she usually wandered upstairs to get ready for bed, she instead descended to the lower level of her foyer. She plucked a heavy, wool coat from the hooks by the door, black naturally, slipping into it. She wrapped a purple, cashmere scarf around her neck knowing the temperature was dropping outside and pulled on her leather driving gloves. The brunette paused for a moment, using her mother-trained ear to listen for anything amiss in the house. Sure that all was calm and in place, she stepped out into the night.

Her Mercedes purred quietly through the streets. As she passed the apartment that she knew housed Emma and her awful roommate, the mayor couldn't help but look up like she might catch a glimpse of the blonde. The curtains were shut tight and she could only see with blue flicker of a television playing, the women she guessed were sitting around it watching an insufferable chick flick or something. Hastening her drive by, she continued onto the hospital.

Easily, she strode through automatic doors into the brightly lit building with no one giving her any bother. Most of the staff members were at their homes with the exception of the night nurse sitting in her station who didn't even notice her. She was too busy reading a romance novel and stuffing chocolates into her rounded cheeks. She grimaced at the simpleton behavior and moved towards the elevator, selecting the basement level, the button illuminating against her fingertip. Her ride down ended with a lurch from the old machinery and a weak ping, the door sliding rather tiredly as if it knew it was a late hour.

Walking out, a shiver skipped down her spine. This floor didn't have the clean, sterilized environment of the hospital's upper floors. The air down here was moist and cool, feeling unpleasant against her skin. The cinderblock walls appeared like they bore down on your, like they may crack and cave any moment. The fluorescent lights were dim, flickering occasionally, threatening to go out. The product was bleak and unwelcoming, even frightening, which was exactly what the Evil Queen had in mind. This was a place designed for housing despair and it did so well. Regina rarely needed to come here, but when she had she glided through the dreariness, untouched by its misery, almost delighting in the pain it caused others but tonight it affected her more than she cared to admit. The cold crept into her bones, casting a cloud of uneasiness over her.

Shaking off her anxiety, the mayor tilted her chin up and briskly walked down the short corridor to the desk where a woman sat, guarding the wards of this wing. She always seemed to be assigned to this desk whenever it was necessary for Regina to stop by. She couldn't recall her from the Enchanted Forest though. She had a pinched face as if her hair were pinned back too tight and she was mute, a perfect gatekeeper for keeping secrets. The brunette offered her a false grin, "Hello, I know it's rather late but I'm here to see Patient Number 4. Urgent business."

As expected the nurse said nothing, just ticked her head down, indicating for the queen to do as she wished. Regina resumed her journey into the forsaken place, passing by doors securely sealed, until she reached a specific door, one with a dulled brass number four displayed under a small, barred window at eye level. She rapped against the gray metal, the sound resonating slightly, "Wake up dear. I've got matters to discuss."

She stood back and a gaunt face came into view. Dark eyes bore into her; rebellious and indignant like a caged wolf. She tilted her head to the side, "Do you know who I am?"

His voice growled out, "Of course I do… your Majesty."

She beamed. She had missed her old title. "Huntsman…"