A/N- Thanks for the reviews and comments. I'm glad to know that this fic is entertaining. As with all of my other fanfic, I don't own anything but my own sordid imagination. Things are about to heat up for our characters, I hope you like ;)

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The blonde got home in time to see her roommate leaving. "Oh my god, Emma!" The pixie-like brunette exclaimed. "What happened?!"

"I tripped up the stairs."

"You didn't catch yourself?"

"I had a box in my hands." She lied.

"Here!" Mary Margaret took out an icepack and wet rag to mop her up. "I'll stay home and-"

"No way!" Emma batted her away. "It's girls' night. Go out and have fun. I'll stay home and catch up on my television watching." The blonde grinned in a pained way. "Don't worry about me."

After much cajoling and persuading, Emma finally ushered her roommate out of the door. She grabbed a bottle of gin from the cabinet and sat down with her icepack before kicking off her boots and pulling the television remote close. After an hour or so and four shots of gin, Emma pulled out her laptop and opened her IM to find that she had a message. Thinking of Henry, she opened the screen and her stomach lurched when she saw Regina's screen-name.

Mayor_RMills171: You left your zip drive. I will return it on Monday with my edited version of your report, detailed and ready to present at the meeting later that afternoon. I expect you to be ready to begin your corrective measures this upcoming week. Including those of patrolling both the park and the Mifflin Street.

Emma noted that the message had been sent an hour previous and therefore decided that writing back tonight would elicit no response. Surely the mayor was already in bed? Emma licked her lips as her tipsy brain conjured up the image of Regina in her bed wearing nothing but red lace. What the hell is wrong with me? The woman nearly broke my goddamn nose and I'm fantasizing about her? Emma shook herself and began typing.

Sheriff. 7: Sure thing, Madam Mayor. I'll get on that patrolling as soon as I solve the sixteen unsolved cases that crossed my desk just in the past two weeks. I'll search the park on my off nights and guard your house on the weekends. Perhaps you want me to stand sentinel on your stoop and use my Taser on any stray animal walking by? No problem, I'm at your beck and call; anything you need, just call your neighborhood Sheriff.

Emma hit "send". Just tipsy enough to think this was a good idea. She then set her laptop aside, poured another shot of liquor and congratulated herself on her witty remarks. It was with a great amount of surprise that she heard her laptop chime; alerting her to a received message. Surely not?

Mayor_RMills171: As tempting an offer as it is to have you as my personal body guard, Sheriff Swan, I will have to decline. I do not wish you to be anywhere close to my house at night; let alone on my porch. Neither do I wish you to Taser unsuspecting mongrels. They have every right to roam the streets at night looking for an easy lay as you do. As far as being at my beck and call, again I appreciate the offer. But I wouldn't want to disappoint both of us by assuming that you could fulfill my wants or needs.

The blonde's mouth fell open. She read and reread the message at least three times. Had Regina actually…did she really just…Emma found the blood rushing to her ears as her heart pounded in anger and excitement.

On Mifflin Street, Regina smirked widely. God, it was gratifying to infuriate the blonde. It had been a long time since she had felt so alive as she did while pinned under Emma. And then again, while straddling her. The sensation of the muscled blonde beneath her had been heady and infatuating. Regina found that she wanted the experience again. Her computer chimed:

Sheriff. 7: I'm pretty damned sure that I could serve in whatever capacity that you called me to. You can't be that complex. You obviously like being slapped around; I would be more than willing to serve in that station. What would it be, Regina? A paddle? A ruler? A leather whip? Pick your poison.

Mayor_RMills171: Miss Swan, your preoccupation with my fetishes belies your own need to conquer and control. It's disappointing to say the least. I would like to say that I expected more from you but, alas, I would be lying.

Sheriff. 7: Regina, so help me if you ever cross my path in the dark, I will destroy you.

A shiver skittered up the mayor's back as she read the words. But a smirk curled at the corners of her mouth.

Mayor_RMills171: Please refrain from making idle threats, it's so unbecoming. Have your report ready by Monday's council meeting. And if I catch you playing a game on your phone again, you will be severely disciplined.

Regina signed off and scrolled to the top of their conversation; relieving the experience in her office as her fingers trailed down to the hem of her skirt. She would never be able to sleep as worked up as she was at the moment. Deft digits entered the moist, red lace of her underwear and gently caressed the soft flesh of her sex. A smirk played across her lips as she imagined the look on Emma Swan's face if she could see her now.