Emma sat in her office with only the dim, orange glow of a lamp doing its best at keeping the darkness at bay as the hours crept later and later. She couldn't bring herself to go back to the apartment that she knew would be glaringly empty, its usual occupant instead slumbering in a jail cell.
Ms. Blanchard at the toll bridge with the hunting knife. It was like a warped game of Clue that she had no interest in playing. But someone had selected those cards and now it was up to her to prove the deck had been stacked. The last 24 hours had been surreal for Emma, having been forced to bring Mary Margret to the sheriff's station, taking her mug shots, inking her fingers, and questioning the gentle schoolteacher for murder of all things. The woman owned more cardigans than anyone she knew, and, if she had long hair, she was certain blue birds would braid it for her in the morning. She didn't seem capable of littering let alone killing someone.
Resting her elbows on her desk, the sheriff rubbed her eyes that felt tired and sandy from forcing herself to stay awake. After discovering the knife and the initial alarm wore off, Emma immediately sent Henry away. This time he listened to her with no hesitation, hearing the gravity in her voice and the slight tremor of fear that came through despite her effort to conceal it. Once alone, she allowed herself to pace around the apartment for sometime, unleashing all the nerves and anxiety that poured through her. The implications of finding the potential murder weapon could be devastating for her quest to show Mary Margaret's innocence and in her mind was incredibly incriminating. She let all the worst case scenarios run through her head until she gathered herself to face the incarcerated woman.
She was the cool, levelheaded sheriff when she calmly confronted her about the knife, offering no judgment or accusations. Mary Margaret was more shocked and dismayed than she had been, claiming she didn't even know where the vent in her room was. Emma carefully gauged her reaction, looking for any hint of deceit in her mannerisms. But she only found truth in what she was saying and she was temporarily filled with relief that her friend remained innocent. Until she remembered the predicament they were in. She still had no leads on who would want to harm Kathryn or who would want to frame the beloved schoolteacher. Unfortunately her lack of progress prompted the wrongfully jailed woman to hire a lawyer, who was even more unfortunately none other than Mr. Gold. The pawnbroker weaseled his way into the mix as he showed up at the sheriff's station, a little too conveniently in Emma's opinion.
The blonde implored Mary Margaret to hold out a little longer and give her more time to solve everything but she took the unscrupulous man's counsel over her own. She tried to understand her decision, after all her experience as sheriff thus far had primarily been issuing disorderly conduct fines and tracking down lost pets, nothing to the caliber of a murder investigation. And for most of her life people would hardly say she was reliable, often taking flight to a different city when the mood struck her and leaving little notice. Could you really trust someone with no roots? But secretly she was a disappointed and hurt. It felt as though her friend didn't believe in her enough to handle it. Yet she was the only one to refuse casting the net of blame over her despite the suspicious circumstances while her life long friends and acquaintances seemed quick to accept her guilt. Even David, the supposed love of her life, doubted her innocence.
"I've never seen you at work so late Sheriff Swan. What's the occasion?" The smooth timber of Regina's voice startled her from her thoughts. Her eyes flew open, vision momentarily blurred as the image of the brunette leaning against her doorframe came into view.
"What are you doing here?" Emma stared dumbly at her for a moment. She looked perfect as usual, the polished veneer of Storybrooke mayor in her black trench coat over the surely impeccable dress in full affect.
"I was working late and notice the station was open. I thought maybe you'd forgotten to lock up but here you are." It would be nearly impossible that she could notice an unlocked door from across the street and Emma knew the building appeared dark and closed down for the night, the overhead lights went out on a timer. Regina would have had to walk up to the door and physically check it to have realized the door was open. She wouldn't put it passed the older woman to try and catch her in a trivial mistake; the most valuable thing in the office was a computer from 1984 so if someone wanted to steal it she would be glad to be rid of it. Emma easily saw through the lie.
Instead of pointing this out she instead blurted, "Keep your voice down. Mary Margaret is sleeping."
She arched a condescending brow at her, "I hear only the guilty can sleep in prison."
"Just come in and shut the door." Emma rolled her eyes. Regina surprisingly followed her instructions, unintentionally giving her another clue to her presence. Simple observations revealed the mayor had freshly applied makeup and combed her hair, opposed to Emma who had dark circles emerging under her eyes and hair had become mussed and tangles since its morning brushing. She glanced down at her blouse to ensure that there were no lingering crumbs from the meager dinner of cheese crackers she'd eaten earlier.
"Now that I'm here, any progress in the case? Any new evidence come to light?" She walked forward with a dangerous flare in her gaze that Emma recognized, predatory and promising. No, this was not a person coming home from the long day at the office ready to collapse into bed, the way the blonde felt like doing. She looked prepared to fall into bed in a completely different way.
"I'm following on all leads." She replied tersely, resolving not to play the mouse in her cat-and-mouse game.
"And you're documenting everything? Processing the evidence?"
The blonde stood, the legs of her chair scraping noisily against the linoleum, and walked around to the other side of her desk so she was on a more level playing field, feeling slightly trapped behind the small table, "I'm making sure I have all my facts straight."
"Procedure states-"
"Screw your procedure." She snapped. A strained moment of silence stretched out precariously. Both women bristling and thinking about tearing into a real fight. Ultimately Emma sighed and rubbed her brow, "I'm just making sure everything is as it seems."
"If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, then it's most likely a duck." Regina backed down as well, adopting a bored tone. "Things are rarely not as they seem."
"So if it looks like a bitch and sounds like a bitch…"
The brunette chuckled at her implication, "Despite our differences Ms. Swan, I've always admired your spirit."
Emma crossed her arms and leaned back against her desk, "Among other assets you've admired?"
A noncommittal hum was her only answer. But mischievous eyes flitted over her body appreciatively and a restless tongue flicked over her bottom lip in anticipation. Emma didn't notice though, her attention focused on mentally undressing the silhouette in front of her. The blonde could feel herself being drawn in, like there was a gravitational pull between them. It was part of the reason she so carefully avoided the woman, because once they fell into each other's orbit it was nearly impossible to escape. They circled closer and closer until finally they collided, wrecking each other with ardent hands and wicked words. Then she remembered herself, remembered how poorly Regina treated her, and tried valiantly to resist. But already her voice of reason was quickly being drowned out by her desire.
"Isn't it time for you to get home? I'm sure you're tired." Her tone came out raspier than she wanted which she was sure did not go unnoticed by the mayor, her lip ticking up in that irritatingly amused way.
"Not as tired as you would think." Regina slinked closer.
"Well I'm sure you want to get to Henry."
"He's been asleep for hours and Ms. Lucas will sit for him as long as I need." She was standing right in front of her now, her expensive perfume pulling her further under Regina's spell.
"This isn't happening." But she sounded breathy and unconvincing.
"And what would not be happening?" Regina tilted forward, placing her hands on the desk on either side of the younger woman's hips. Another beat filled with their accelerating breathing. "Tell me to leave and I will."
It was too late though, her resolve crumbling to rubble around her. Emma stayed silent, not unwilling to admit she wanted the other woman desperately and unable to walk away the way Regina had been able to on the desolate street a couple weeks ago leaving her to stagger home with her wanton. The brunette gathered her own conclusion from her lack of response with a superior smirk, "I'll take that as a yes."
She leaned in the rest of the way, her lips soft and delicate against her jaw. It was sweet, too sweet. Anger flared in Emma's chest suddenly pushing her away, which was met with an indignant glare from molten eyes. Emma explained bitterly, "If you want to fuck, then let's fuck but don't you dare pull any of that soft and gentle crap. We both know it's a bullshit."
Her gaze darkened even more in fury and arousal, nearly obsidian irises boring into her own, "Be careful what you wish for."
This time Regina lunged at her, mouth attaching to her neck and sucking with bruising force. Emma groaned at the mixture of pleasure and pain, rolling her body into the woman's who had her trapped against the desk. Her hands came up to claw at Regina's back, tugging off her coat and letting it slip unnoticed to the floor. Her fingers and nails slipped against the satin of her blazer and she hoped she snagged the material, ruining the cloth. Furious lips moved lower to her chest while the blonde's hands dipped to grab Regina's ass, massaging the full flesh there and keeping them tightly pressed together.
The brunette shoved her hand up Emma's shirt and pushed her bra up to roughly palm her breast, the sensation shooting down her torso and settling in her core that was throbbing with need. She hated how strongly her body responded to her touch but the thought was quickly chased from her mind as Regina tweaked her nipple. Her back arched and her head fell back with a wanting moan. The older woman gave a short, mean laugh, "You're such a little slut. I bet you're already dripping wet."
"Fuck you." Emma glowered. This just served to amuse the mayor more, the crass phrase met with a throaty chuckle. The brunette suddenly shoved her up so she was seated on the desk, manila folders falling carelessly to the floor. She kept pushing back until the sheriff was laid all the way down, slightly uncomfortable with a paperweight and maybe the stapler digging into her back. She didn't care though as Regina leaned down to nibble on her breasts through her top, not bothering to take the time to remove it. Teeth scraped against her nipple and her tongue teased her mercilessly, leaving the fabric damp with the evidence of her effort.
Forceful hands began to undo the brass button of her jeans then wrenched the tight fabric down to her knees along with her underwear. Regina grinned into her neck when she dragged her fingers through the liquid heat between her thighs, "Looks like I was right. You're soaked."
"Are you going to just talk about it or are you going to actually do something?" Emma growled, rocking her hips into the unhurried graze. The volatile woman responded by pinched her clit none too nicely. She yelped and tried to jerk away but didn't have anywhere to escape to.
"So impatient to have me fill you up and fuck you senseless." Her lips brushed against her skin whispering the explicate words into her neck, which pissed off the pinned woman and excited her at the same time. She didn't have time to retort with Regina shoving two fingers into her center, the sudden intrusion burning slightly.
"Shit." She hissed but the discomfort didn't last long though, her inner walls stretching to accommodate the hard thrusting of her fingers.
The brunette continued to talk dirty. "You're so tight. Your pussy is so desperate, squeezing the hell out of my fingers."
Each derogatory comment from the mayor spurred on her pleasure, the words buzzing around her mind, and fueled her rage towards the woman as well. She was fire and Regina was gasoline and together they were ablaze with devouring fervor. Emma clutched at the shoulders hovering above her and spat out viscously, "You call that fucking? I can barely feel it."
A rumble erupted from her companion's throat and fingers slammed into her, then dragged down roughly to push harder onto the most sensitive part of her center, which Regina intimately knew well, and repeated the motion with deadly accuracy. The blonde cried out in satisfaction unable to offer any more antagonistic retorts as she was driven closer to the precipice. The brunette however had more incendiary ripostes to offer. "You need it harder? Faster? You need to be taken."
Her free hand came up to the base of Emma's skull, wrapping around her hair, and tugging so that her head was pulled back, exposing her pale neck. The sheriff was lost in the sensations; thinking of nothing but the feeling curling in her nerves, ready to unravel at any moment. Regina licked her throat; still mumbling illicitly at her almost as if she were unaware she was doing so. "I'll fuck you until dazed and dizzy. So hard that you'll be sore tomorrow…"
As if sensing her climax, the brunette picked up the pace of her hand, her thumb sloppily bumping into her clit. Another few thrusts had Emma bucking against her as her orgasm ripped violently through her, her mouth hung open in a silent scream. It felt like forever that she was suspended in rigid euphoria. Until finally her muscles loosened, feeling tired and quivery. Her mind stayed frustratingly blank as she tried to grasp a concrete thought. The first thing she realized when her conscious regained control was the mouth moving softly against her neck, tenderly kissing over her assuredly bruised skin as if in apology. Emma shut her eyes tight feeling moisture welling against her lashes but refusing to let the tears fall. She pressed her lips together and swallowed hard.
It was tempting to allow the brunette to nuzzle against her, basking in the stolen intimate moment. She wanted to wrap her arms around Regina's waist and hold her closer. She wanted to giggle with the woman that she would return the favor as soon as she could feel her legs again. More than the thrill of their sex, she wished for the times in between. The blonde wanted this woman in all her complexities, her fiery passion, her dry humor, and her brooding fury that always seemed just beneath the surface ready to come boiling over whenever necessary. And like right now, Emma wanted the infinite tenderness she could display. That wasn't her reality though. Regina didn't want to share that part of herself with her. So she took what was offered to her despite the ache in her chest that it caused.
The blonde surged upward; jostling the mayor enough off balance so she could plant her own feet back on the ground. She pushed forward, stumbling along as her pants were still stuck down at her knees, until Regina ran into the windowed wall of her office with a resounding thump and the clattering sound of the blinds nearly getting torn down. Wasting little time, she placed hot, open-mouthed kisses on her neck, scraping her teeth against her pulse point like at any moment she might decide to bite down violently on the vein. Her hands roved restlessly over the red dress that fit snugly on her curvy form. Whenever she got a moan of approval, her hand would quickly slip away to some other place and avoid that area, leaving her writhing in frustration.
Before Regina could demand more with an intimidating 'Ms. Swan', Emma sank to her knees and bunched up the fabric of her skirt. The older woman had skipped wearing stocking even though the weather had settled into the bitter cold of winter so it was easy to slide the black lace acting as her underwear down her shapely legs. She tossed the skimpy garment aside. Running her hands up the backs of smooth thighs, she cupped Regina's ass and pulled roughly to meet her sex with her incessant lips. Her tongue explored the velvety folds of her center, tasting the amber and tang of her arousal. The brunette tried to adjust her stance to get Emma's attention where she wanted it the most.
But the blonde wasn't feeling obliging. She tugged on Regina's leg, draping her thigh over her shoulder then did the same with the other forcing the woman to sit on her shoulders and leaving her subject to Emma's whims. The brunette braced one hand on the window frame and the other gripped a near by filing cabinet to maintain her precarious balance in the new position.
The sheriff licked broad strokes up her slit, drawing out deep moans from her throat. Occasionally she would delve her tongue into her entrance as far as it could go, fluttering it teasingly against her walls, making the woman above her gasp sharply. Emma let one of her hands wander from the firm bottom she was still massaging to drive two fingers into Regina's core, which immediately clenched around her yearning for the stimulation. She heard the muffled sound on her high heels falling off behind her as her toes curled. The brunette tilted her hips further forward, muttering deliriously, "Oh god, yes."
Pumping her fingers steadily, her tongue circled her clit at a tortuously slow pace and the mayor whimpered. She really tried to hold back from giving Regina her orgasm, to leisurely drag it out and make the woman squirm and beg for it. But it was nearly impossible to resist the silky muscles already trembling under her fingers, knowing exactly where to push to send her over the edge. And having the unique, divine flavor of Regina on her taste buds spurred her appetite for the woman into a frenzy. She sucked her clit into her mouth and angled her thrusts a bit lower. Regina cried out in ecstasy as her hips grinded erratically into Emma's face.
The blonde barely had control; nearly dropping her with the force her climax shook through her body but she held on to help the older woman ride out her pleasure. Eventually the quaking woman's movements slowed and she slumped against the wall the best she could in her state. Extracting her fingers Emma lazily lapped up the wetness, savoring it while she still could. Before Regina could completely regain her senses though, she suddenly tossed off one of her legs from her shoulder. After a beat she did the same to the other, the startled mayor catching herself just in time so she didn't end up sprawled out on the floor.
The sheriff didn't spare her a glance however, yanking her jeans back up and grabbing her jacket from the coat rack. She hastily made her way to the exit, unable to deal with the repercussions of her actions and knowing that Regina did not reciprocate any feelings in the matter. So she fled, finally finding the motivation to make it back to her apartment. Murmuring quickly over her shoulder, she disappeared in a flash of red, "Be sure to lock up on your way out."