"Yes." Regina's dark eyes scanned her. The brunette knew the sheriff had not written up any corrective measures. "What are you going to do to rectify this problem?"

"Um, well." Emma looked about as if there were going to be a lifeline somewhere. "We can post signs I suppose, in the park. And um…er, we can put out more trashcans…" Damn, why didn't I expect this? "As for your street, I can patrol it more often?"

"Yes, I think that would do, also, perhaps we should up the fine for littering." The brunette brought plum nails to her lips. "As for the park, well, I see no other choice than for you to patrol that as well."

"Patrol the park? Look, those kids are going to do what they do regardless of whether or not-"

"Unless you make an arrest." Regina interrupted. "That would deter them."

"That would force them to seek a location elsewhere; like in the woods."

"Or perhaps it will discourage them from the behavior altogether."

Emma laughed out loud at this and Regina looked at her curiously. "Seriously? You want to stop teens from fucking like monkeys?"

The brunette wrinkled her nose at the poor word choice. "Sheriff, I was merely-"

"Because that's not going to happen. No matter the measures we take, some of them are going to do whatever they want. Their bodies are developed and their minds are not; that's a perfect breeding ground for bad decisions."

"And teen pregnancy?" Regina stood to face her with her hands on her hips. "Sheriff, you of all people should understand the importance of-"

"Using protection." Emma straightened from her casual slump against the wall. "At least the used condoms are evidence that they are using contraception. If they're going to do it, they're going to do it. I much prefer they use protection in the park then go all bareback in the parking lot of the supermarket."

Regina's eyes lit with fire. "Please tell me that was not how my son was conceived."

Emma flushed in anger. "That is none of your business!" She growled and stepped forward, forcing Regina to step back. Her heels connected with the leg of her chair and she toppled backward into it. Emma leaned down and pressed her hands on either side of the chair's arms; effectively pinning Regina there. "How Henry was conceived is none of your concern. We're not talking about me here and I would appreciate it if you would stop making everything so damned personal."

"Personal? As if things between us could be any other way, Sheriff?" Regina glared right back at her; undeterred by the proximity of the fuming blonde. "You come into my town, weasel your way into my son's life, steal yourself some authority and attempt to wield it against me? How else do expect me to take that but personally?"

"Not everything is about you, Regina!" The sheriff growled. "Your vanity costs you a clear perspective."

"And your emotions cost you yours!" The mayor pushed the blonde backward and stood; rising on her heels and stepping over to where Emma had stumbled against the wall before regaining her footing. "I feel that I have a right to know how it was that Henry came into existence. I believe that I'm entitled to this information." She pressed forward and Emma narrowed her eyes at her. Regina couldn't have explained why she felt the need to push the blonde; why she wanted to fluster or frustrate her. She knew simply that she did. "Tell me, Sheriff, was it cramped and sweating in the back of that sad little bug you drive around? Or perhaps in some cheap, insect infested motel?"

"Shut your mouth!" Emma growled dangerously and looked at her with piercing green eyes.

Regina was enjoying watching the usually calm blonde squirm. She found that it bothered her to think of the blonde being intimate with some faceless man. This spurred her to agitate the woman further. "Maybe in the middle of a park? Under the stars? That would have seemed romantic to a young girl-."

Emma reached up and punched her in the mouth. The brunette went reeling back against her desk. She looked up at the blonde's angry face and saw red. She lunged forward; tackling her and crawling up her frame like a spider monkey. The blonde went down hard and Regina rolled up and away lithely, managing in a skirt what most couldn't have accomplished in spandex.

But the blonde caught her ankle and tripped her in her heel. The brunette went down hard on her knees and grunted. Emma used the momentary stall to pull herself astride the brunette and press her face into the rug of her office. She grabbed a hank of her hair and ripped her head to the side so that she could lean down into her ear.

"It was a warm summer night out in a pasture." The blonde whispered angrily into the stunned woman's ear. "He was the only boy I had ever been with." She continued.

"Sheriff! Release me!"

Emma slapped a hand to her mouth and Regina struggled; feeling fear for the first time. And yet, she found that there was something stronger than the alarm pumping in her blood. There, pinned to the ground will the full weight of the sheriff on her back; Regina felt aroused and alive.

"We had this old red quilt that we spread out under the moon." Emma's breath fluttered the dark locks of hair on her neck. "It was perfect and loving and gentle. More romantic than I'm sure you would ever understand, Madam Mayor." The bitterness and judgment in the blonde's voice brought back Regina's sense of urgency and injury.

She lashed her head back and caught Emma's nose with it. The blonde yelped and the brunette was able to buck her off with more strength than Emma anticipated. She landed on her back and it was the brunette's turn to sit atop her victoriously.

"You have no idea what I know of lovemaking, Miss Swan." She hissed. "I have seen things that would leave you breathless. I have done things that would render you unconscious." Emma stared up at her in surprise and disbelief. "I can assure you, that your love life can hold no candle to my own experiences."

Emma's nose bled freely down her face and into her hair as she stared up at Regina who licked her own bloody lip. "Trying to scare me? You're hardly material for a dominatrix, Regina."

"You're right; I'm all the material of one." She grinned wickedly. "You have no idea what I'm capable of."

Emma reached up to push her back but the brunette caught her hand and pressed it down into the carpet. "Let me go. As much as I would love to beat the ever-loving shit out of you; we both have to answer to Henry." The blonde said in irritation, raising her other hand and fisting it in the woman's blouse. She pushed her back and Regina released her and stood. Emma saw a flash of red lace before the brunette swung her leg over her and walked to the door.

She righted her skirt and watched the blonde collect herself from the ground. She touched her nose gingerly and decided it wasn't broken. "God you have a hard head."

"As if you didn't know this already." Regina answered and brought gentle fingers to her mouth.

"I honestly expected you to dodge." Emma offered in way of apology.

"And why would I do that?"

"Because I've hooked you once before."

"Yes, and I foolishly believed you smart enough not to do it again." The brunette grimaced at the pain in her mouth and ushered her out the door.

"Yeah well, I'm a slow learned."

"Hopefully I knocked some sense into you." Regina slammed the door in her bruised face.

"I wouldn't count on it." Emma mumbled.