A/N: I own none of these characters.

I'm sorry this took so long, and it's short. This is a filler chapter. The story took on a life of its own, so it'll now be a three shot instead of two.

as always mistakes are my own. Again I didn't edit, I hope there aren't many.

Hope you enjoy! Xoxo

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It was just past four, and the longest zoning meeting Regina had ever had in her life. It didn't help that she not only was going commando now that Emma had stolen the delicate fabric of her underwear, but she didn't even have time to clean herself up after the blonde had so brazenly "attacked her" before she sauntered out of her office. She excused herself from the committee under the notion that she had to use the restroom, but it was hardly a sufficient fix after the way she had come undone mere moments before.

So now, just a little over two hours later, she was packing up her desk for the weekend. She was preparing for a trip home where she could shower and change when a better idea popped into her head.

"I'll be leaving for the weekend Alice. If you have any paperwork or filing that needs to be done feel free to finish. If not, have a pleasant weekend and I will see you at eight o'clock Monday morning for our budget meeting." Regina gave a quick call to her secretary.

"Thank you Mayor Mills." The tiny voice of Alice rang through.

It was all she needed before she herself sauntered out of her office, as the wheels in her mind continued to turn at the oh so daring things she had planned for the sheriff of Storybrooke. Regina was once the evil queen after all, and no matter how absolutely amazing it was to let Emma take control sometimes, she refused to let a "debt" go unsettled.

The only two cars in the parking lot at the sheriff's station were the patrol car, and the yellow bug that had also made a home in Storybrooke. A death wagon in the form of metal. Regina hated that poor excuse for a car. But, Emma loved it, and she loved Emma. So, she stifled her comments and learned to live with it. A feat a couple years prior she wouldn't have been able to master.

Strutting in with purpose, Regina quickly made her way from the near freezing temperature of bay air into the welcoming heat of the sheriffs station. It was quiet, almost too quiet, but that was exactly what she was counting on.

Emma was alone.

Flipping open a few buttons on her blouse as each heel clicked on the floor left a portion of chest showing that was very socially unacceptable, and very un-Regina. Sure she wore the occasional low cut blouse, or too tight skirt, and as the evil queen her outfits sometimes bordered on fantasy play more than practical. But this, this was; risky, it was revealing, and in the town of Storybrooke it was almost taboo.

Her ample cleavage was well on display in her lace La Perla bra. Her mounds were barely contained and ready to spill out at a moments notice. She didn't plan for any of this to happen today, but she was glad that her lack of laundry time had produced such a well composed underwear set... well, half of an underwear set. Emma still did have her panties after all.

She knew Emma could hear her coming. The closer she got to the sheriff's office the more noise she heard. Some jostling of papers, a desk drawer being open then closed, and finally the sounds of a pencil being tapped against the desk. Emma was nervous.

She flowed into the room like she did most rooms; regal, and refined. She threw her coat over her shoulder, and her eyes were narrowed in their gaze as they sought out the blonde woman they were seeking.

"You're not mad are you?" The familiar voice of Emma Swan rang in her ears.

The sheriff was sitting behind her desk with a worried expression on her face. Regina had her exactly where she wanted her. This was going to be fun.

With an arch of her eyebrow, Regina walked slowly forward. "Why would I be mad Miss. Swan?" She asked stopping to dispose of her jacket on an empty desk.

Emma stood from her seated position as her eyes, and mouth went wide from the vision in front of her. Regina was a goddess, a true celestial being walking amongst mortals. No one had ever made a bra look so good, and no one had ever turned her on so quickly.

"Regina," she gasped out licking her lips to form some kind of moisture against them. "You... you're... I..." she struggled. Was the brunette wearing that bra earlier? Emma had been so caught up in Regina she hadn't even noticed the delicate lace that really didn't do much to hide anything. Her breasts were on full display with just a hint of lace dressing. It was magnificent.

The mayor smirked, the corners of her mouth curled upwards at how flustered she made the blonde. "Are you going to finish a sentence dear?" She asked jumping up on a desk and sitting on it. She crossed her legs and leaned forward slightly giving Emma an even better view of her breasts.

Running her fingers through her hair Emma took a step forward. "God you look so hot!" She said rushing forward and taking Regina's head in her hands. She pressed her lips firmly to those of the mayor before working her upper lip between the plump wine painted lips of her girlfriend. She bit down slightly on Regina's bottom lip causing a purr like noise to emit from the older woman's throat. God Regina was amazing. So much so sometimes she'd forget where they were.

Uncrossing her legs, Regina used the heels of her shoes to pull Emma in closer. Her hands slid to the small of the blondes back gently causing a wake in their motion downward. "You left me in quite the compromising position earlier." She spoke, pulling away from Emma's lips. She dove back in as she started to pepper kisses along the sheriffs jaw line. "You left, and almost immediately the zoning committee was there." She now moved down to the column of Emma's neck. "I had no panties, I was still wet, and I could barely think straight."

Emma moaned at the thought of her girlfriend sitting there vulnerable like that. She was undone by her hand, and that was the most beautiful thought. "I," she groaned at the oh so beautiful things Regina's mouth was doing to her neck. "I'm sorry." She gasped out her hips jutting forward looking for any type of friction, only to find none.

"Oh but I don't think you are sorry my love," Regina but down on her collar bone leaving an angry red mark. "I think you had me exactly where you wanted me. I think had I not had a meeting you would have kept going." She smirked against ivory skin as she ran her tongue over teeth marks to soothe the burn. "I think you like having that power over me." Her mouth was now at Emma's ear whispering as soft lips grazed the shell.

"Fuck, Regina I-" Emma started before she was cut off.

"I know," she smiled flicking her tongue out against a soft ear lobe before gently biting down. "I know that you know the power you hold over me." Her lips once again at Emma's jaw line. "I know how much you like it, because I like it too." She confessed

"Shit," Emma was shaking now. Regina's words had magic of their own, and it felt like each syllable was wrapping around her body, and taunting her. The weight of what Regina just confessed was not lost on her. Regina was a woman who very much liked to be in control, yet she was giving up some of that, and offering it to Emma. It only caused the blonde to weaken even more to Regina's alluring effect. "Please," she whispered out. She wasn't even sure what she was begging for anymore.

Regina moved back only to quickly shed Emma of her shirt, revealing a white tank top under neath. The blonde had forgone a bra which left a hint of pink nipples straining against the thin material. The brunette groaned at the site before her as she felt her lust working its way low into her belly. "Your body betrays you, do you know that?" She asked rhetorically but still waited for an answer.

"Hmmm?" Emma asked confused. Her eyes now dark with lust and arousal.

"Even if you are fighting me with your words, or trying to push away, I know that if I do this," Regina ran a finger over a now bare forearm. "A line of goosebumps will be left on their wake."

Both women cast their eyes down at the soft ivory skin of Storybrookes very own Sheriff. Sure enough, a small line of bumps started to form.

"I know that if I," Regina cut herself off running her tongue over Emma's pulse point that was now beating rapidly against her neck. "Do that, a moan will work itself deep in your chest."

Emma's eyes snapped shut, and she almost didn't hear that last part. Her body was in fact betraying her. Her eyes flew open finding Regina's deep brown. Instinct was to gain some distance between the two, but all she was was love swimming in those deep pools of brown. "You can play me like a fiddle." Emma smirked in confession. What was the use in fighting any of this when she really didn't want to?

"That my love I can." Regina smirked pushing Emma back. She hopped off the table and took a few steps forward causing Emma to walk backwards step for step. "I know exactly what words to say," she smiled pressing a finger into a now heaving chest. "I know exactly which buttons to push," she looked into green eyes as her hand now twisted and tweaked at the hardened nipple of the blonde. "And I know exactly how much your body can take." She smiled her leg working it's way between Emma's, as the blonde hit the jail cell bars with a thud.

On their own accord Emma's hands wrapped around the cool metal of bars. She felt her knees starting to buckle with arousal, and she had to hold herself up.

Regina worked her leg against Emma's jeans applying a soft pressure before she felt the blondes hips rock against her creating the most delicious heat from her core. "You're beautiful Emma Swan." She smiled pulling pink lips in for a taste.

Tan hands started working their way up a taught stomach revealing soft creamy flesh on their journey upward. The pants of both women were filling the once quiet space, and a new heat surrounded both women.

"As much as I want to I can't take you here." Regina said letting her hands rest just below the undersides of Emma's pert breasts. "You are the sheriff after all, and there isn't a lock on these doors." Regina smirked.

And as if planned the door to the office opened.

"Fuck," Emma groaned out gritting her teeth. Her flesh was on fire, and her core was throbbing with desire.

Regina hurriedly did up the buttons on her shirt, all the while smirking. "I finished early today." She said, referring to more than just her work load. "So I'll pick up dinner on my way home." She smiled taking a step back, now looking every bit the part of a professional politician. Not a hair was out of place. "Don't be late." She said taking a step back, picking up her jacket.

Emma released her hands from the bars. Her knuckles were white from their death grip, and her heart was beating rapidly in her chest. So much so she could hear the fast flutter in her ears. "Regina," she growled stepping up to the slightly shorter woman.

"Good afternoon David." The brunette smiled regarding the other body in the room, not for one moment taking her eyes off Emma.

"Regina," he nodded unaware of what had just taken place.

Regina turned on her heel and sauntered out of the office with poise. Emma was still flustered and her skin was red with a mixture of desire, and now lust.

"What was that about?" David asked letting a bag from Granny's fall on his desk. "And where is your shirt?" He asked almost embarrassed.

Emma was on fire now. Completely melting from the inside out. Regina had another thing coming if she thought she was getting away with this.

"I have to leave," was Emma's only response. "I'll see you tomorrow for dinner." She didn't give the man, her dad, a chance to answer as she hurriedly grabbed her shirt and started to make her way out of the sheriffs station.

"Game on mayor Mills," She thought with a mischievous smirk "game on."