Emma pushed back from her computer at the station and rubbed her eyes. It was Friday night again, and she was bored. There was no other way to describe it. Regina had not messaged her, had not emailed her, had not dropped by to insult her or question her authority. And the blonde was nearly bored to tears. She actually missed the infuriating woman. She missed her dark, angry eyes and her pursed lips. She missed the throaty sound of her voice when she described in full detail how incompetent Emma was. Hell, the woman even missed the clicking sound her heels made in the hall.
Determined to rectify this problem immediately, she pressed her chair back up under her desk and logged into her IM; as she had been doing almost every hour for the past four days. She pulled up her last conversation with the mayor and began to type.
Regina heard her phone buzz and opened the IM automatically.
Sheriff. 7: How is your face?
Regina ignored this and turned back to the report she had read a dozen times.
Sheriff. 7: Because mine looks much better
The brunette pursed her lips and ignored the message once more.
Sheriff. 7: As a matter of fact, the injury wasn't that bad. I was sort of disappointed that you didn't even leave a substantial mark.
I'll give you a mark- Regina thought angrily then switched tactics. No, no marks for you. You don't belong to me. God, I need a drink. She thought and stood to stride to the decanter in her at-home office. When she sat back down at her desk, another message was blinking at her and she opened up the IM screen on her computer.
Sheriff. 7: It makes me wonder if you didn't injure me on accident. Couldn't bring yourself to break your hand against my stiff jaw, eh?
That did it.
Mayor_RMills171: Sheriff Swan, if stiffness is really what you are looking for, I assure you that it can be arranged. Furthermore, I did injure you purposefully and believe me when I say that I would have done worse were it not for your dead weight draped across my unwilling form.
Emma smirked triumphantly. The woman could be so goddamn eloquent when she was mad. The blonde found it sexy as hell. Visions of a tight skirt and reading glasses paraded through her mind as she considered that the brunette would make one hell of a sexy librarian. You can punish me any day.
Sheriff. 7: You didn't seem so unwilling when you straddled me. Actually, for a moment, I wondered if you were going to ravish me.
Mayor_RMills171: The word 'ravish' implies a predatory intent on my part and an innocent reluctance on yours. Make no mistake: you would not have been reluctant.
Sheriff. 7: But you don't deny the predatory intent, Madam Mayor?
Regina went back to stone-walling her.
Emma went back to goading her mercilessly.
Sheriff. 7: Because I don't find you that scary. Sure, those heels are wicked and I'm sure small children probably run in fear when they see you…but I've seen kittens more ferocious than you.
The brunette was seething. She longed to hurl something; anything against the wall of her library. Not dangerous? I could have you begging for mercy; for release; for even the smallest amount of satisfaction. These thoughts had her mouth watering indefinitely as she reconsidered her commitment of refraining from contact with the blonde.
Mayor_RMills171: Miss Swan, I suggest you stop making idle threats lest I find another assignment as laborious as the last. From what I understand, the Storybrook sewer lines have not been updated in quite some time. Perhaps the Sheriff's office should look into this potential problem?
Sheriff. 7: No way, Madam Mayor. That falls under the responsibilities of City Maintenance; which is certainly not my department.
Mayor_RMills171: Well dear, it would be everyone's problem should an antiquated sewer line burst now wouldn't it? Also, I'm sure that you will find that ordinances can change to place city sewage under your jurisdiction.
Sheriff. 7: I'll juris your diction, Regina. I swear to God that if I find you have changed the law for the express purpose of torturing me, I will make you pay.
Mayor_RMills171: Sheriff, you do not intimidate me.
Sheriff. 7: Really? Because I'm pretty sure that I smelled fear on you the other night in your office. It was almost as pungent as the smell of your arousal.
Regina glared at her computer screen. I will make her insolent mouth beg if it is the last thing I do. She vowed to herself.
Mayor_RMills171: Get used to pungent smells, dear. I'm sure there will be plenty below ground in the septic tanks of Storybrook.
Sheriff. 7: I will find a way to drag you down there with me. What a great mental image; drowning you in the weight of your own city's shit.
Mayor_RMills171: I would have killed you in your bed before you got your hands around my neck.
Sheriff. 7: I sleep with one eye open.
Mayor_RMills171: I never said anything about sleep, Sheriff.
Emma stared at the screen. I'm either going to beat her or bed her…or both. She mused with a grimace.
Sheriff. 7: Bring your worst, Regina. I think you would find that I am more than capable of handling you in your most vengeful rage.
Mayor_RMills171: Oh, Sheriff, I highly doubt that. Hmmm, what time is it? I wonder if I draft the proposal to re-delegate certain responsibilities to the Sheriff's office tonight… how soon could it be enacted?
Sheriff. 7: I'm not fucking around, Regina. If I have to go into the sewer, I really will choke you.
Mayor_RMills171: I think you will find, Emma Swan, that I can do whatever I please. If I want you to shovel shit; you will. If I declare it illegal for you to wear clothing; you'll go naked. If I start handing out bullhorns and instructing people to blow them whenever you speak; they will. I own this town and its people. They are mine; you are mine. And there is quite simply, nothing you can do about it.
Emma growled low in her throat and checked her watch. It was nine o'clock. Henry was staying at a friend's house that night; leaving Regina home alone. We will see how cocky you are in ten minutes.