At Monday's meeting, Emma arrived with her files and handouts before launching into a very detailed report. Regina didn't know what to make of it. She had never seen the blonde more involved in the political animal of Storybrook. This new-found fervor unsettled her and it was for this reason that she hesitated, uncharacteristically at a loss for words, when Emma finished, sat, and looked at her expectantly.
"Thank you, Sheriff Swan. We all now feel incredibly educated by your garbage report." There, that was a decent backhanded compliment, right?
"You're welcome, Mayor; I wrote the report with your words of wisdom on my mind."
Regina resisted the itch to wrap her fingers around the slender throat of the blonde and cut off her oxygen. "And now, Mr. Jenkins with his report on pollution and environmental hazards." They all settled down for a long, tedious presentation.
Emma tried to keep from smirking. She looked down at her phone, opened her IM and began to type. Regina felt a buzz in her purse and discretely pulled the device into her lap. Feigning note taking with her right hand, she clicked on the IM icon with her left thumb and read the message she had received.
Sheriff. 7: How much make-up are you wearing to cover up the fact that I fattened your lip two nights ago?
Regina's head snapped up and her dark eyes zeroed into Emma's face. But the blonde was looking at Mr. Jenkins as if he were the most interesting man in the world. Her left hand went immediately to typing furiously.
Emma looked down when her phone vibrated silently.
Mayor_RMills171: Not much, it's all in the application. I can see that this is news to you. You look like a raccoon.
Sheriff. 7: That's what happens when you trip up the stairs with your hands full. What was your excuse?
Mayor_RMills171: That someone opened a door in my face.
Sheriff. 7: Figures, someone else taking the blame as usual.
Regina's eyes narrowed at this and she glanced up at the blonde who was now picking at her nails casually.
Mayor_RMills171: Yes, well no one would have believed that I was ungraceful enough to trip.
Sheriff. 7: I remembered very little grace as you straddled me a few nights ago.
Mayor_RMills171: You must be mistaking me for Miss Lucas.
Sheriff. 7: Nope, no mistake here. I alsondistinctly remember how it felt to have your hot little body under mine.
Oh Jesus. Regina thought as she immediately felt her underwear moisten. She uncrossed her legs and crossed them back. The shuffle was not lost on the blonde.
Mayor_RMills171: Miss Swan, trust me when I say, that experience was as unpleasant as it was scarring. Do not expect a repeat performance.
Sheriff. 7: They just asked you a question.
Regina's eyes snapped up in alarm but she found that her citizens were still pretending to pay attention to Mr. Jenkins who droned on and showed no signs of stopping. Her dark gaze found green eyes twinkling with mirth. She narrowed her stare and pursed her lips.
Sheriff. 7: I bet you just wet your pants…or were they already wet?
Mayor_RMills171: That is both juvenile and inappropriate, Sheriff. I am finished with this conversation.
Sheriff. 7: So they were wet.
Regina nearly growled.
After the meeting, the mayor rushed from the conference room and made a bee-line up the stairs. Her secretary had obviously taken an early lunch because she was not at her desk when the brunette came striding by.
Damn that woman! She raged internally as her heels tread back and forth on the rug of her office; snagging occasionally in her haste. Her underwear were definitely soaked. Why was this happening all of a sudden? The blonde had been in town for months and Regina had been perfectly fine with the way their relationship had rubbed along. So why was it now coming to light that she found a great amount of lust for the blonde?
Regina's fingers tripped over her bruised lip and she shuddered as she remembered the fury and heat that had transpired a few nights previous. She looked down at the rug and imagined the feel of it pressed under her body as Emma had sat astride her; dominating her. Regina shuddered again and then tossed her hair angrily. She was aroused by the submissive posture? This could not be happening. Never had she craved domination before. She was determined to avoid the blonde, thereby avoiding the problem. She was sure it would work itself out.