A/N- Disclaimer: I own nothing...but my own sordid imagination. This chapter is all SwanQueen. Slightly violent so if you don't like it a little rough, don't read :) Continue to review and message; your feedback makes me write more quickly

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Regina's computer went silent. She stared at the small IM icon as it sat static and stationary. She waited and cursed and paced and sat back down; finding no change. The silence was beginning to make her nervous and anxious. Had she finally crossed some unspoken boundary? Had she actually scared the blonde? She dismissed this thought as suddenly as it had come upon her. Of course the sheriff wasn't scared; that would imply that she was intelligent enough to be frightened of Regina.

Suddenly a pounding at her front door caused her to start and drop her glass of cider. Her thoughts immediately flying to her son and some prospective emergency, Regina ran out of the office and scaled the stairs; barefoot. She leapt the last two steps and skidded into the hall; bounding down the small flight in front of her door. Out of breath, she didn't check the peephole but wrenched the door open and panted.

The brunette was barely able to take in blonde curls, green eyes, and a bright, red jacket before Emma Swan was barreling down on top of her. Regina stumbled back in surprise and the blonde caught her, kicked the door shut, and swung her around. Before she could protest, the brunette felt hot hands on her ass and a mouth crushing painfully and deliciously against her own.

She sank into the urgency of the kiss; glorying in the violence and the passion. Emma used her tongue and her teeth and her lips to seduce her and bring her every nerve to stand on end. When the blonde pulled back briefly for air, Regina glimpsed her eyes; green and full of fire. "Sheriff-"

"Shut it." Emma said and sank her teeth into Regina's neck.

The brunette stifled a moan but writhed against her. God, I need this, she thought desperately but continued to fight because she knew that if there was one thing that both women needed more than the sex; it was the struggle with one another. "Miss Swan this is unacceptable-"

"Then let me fix it." Emma reached under the hem of her skirt and ripped aside her panties. The delicate lace tore from her hip and slid down her right leg. Regina yelped but the shriek turned to a moan when urgent and expert fingers cupped and entered her sex.

The brunette clutched the hated red leather as though it were her lifeline. She spread her legs and gripped Emma's shoulder's desperately: her head dropping back against the door and then jerking forward when the blonde's long fingers impaled her. A deft thumb found her swollen clit and flicked it carelessly.

Regina lifted one leg and wrapped it tightly around the blonde's hip and Emma fell against her; crushing their mouths together once more as she pumped and flicked and plundered the wanton woman trapped by her body.

The brunette could feel the climax coming. This revelation stunned her and thrilled her and frightened her. She had never achieved orgasm at the hands of another. She had always reached the peak by her own ministrations; perhaps aided by another but never dealt directly by a partner. Emma sensed the change and pulled back to look into her dark eyes. Regina shut them and turned away but the blonde wrapped her hands around her throat and forced her face back.

"Look at me." She growled low in her throat and Regina found that she had to obey. She looked up into fierce eyes. "You're going to come." She accused and the brunette nearly whimpered. Instead, she bit down on her own lip and continued to stare at the blonde. "I'm going to make you come." She asserted and slipped a third finger inside the tightness of the sodden folds. The brunette's leg wobbled and Emma pushed her harder against the door; bearing most of her sparse weight on her own frame. "And you're going to say my name."

"Miss Swan-"

"My first name." Her fingers pumped and swirled and fucked her hard with a punishing pace as her thumb tapped her clit mercilessly.

The brunette couldn't think. She couldn't feel anything but the pleasure Emma gave her and the delicious experience of submitting to the blonde freely. Regina couldn't see anything but the bright green of the sheriff's eyes as she felt her climax rise within her. She locked gazes with the blonde as her eyes widened in surprise and realization. "Oh, Emma." She shuddered hard between the woman and the door. "Emma, oh God." She threw her head back against the hard, wooden surface and whimpered as the blonde's fingers prolonged her orgasm until she was shaking from release and exertion.

When Emma retracted her hand, she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them. Regina watched her with half-closed eyes and a heaving chest. When the blonde stepped back, the mayor nearly slipped to the floor but Emma caught her with an easy smirk. "I've never had a woman fall for me so easily." She smirked and the brunette would have slapped her had she the energy at the moment; or control of her limbs for that matter.

"Go get in my bed."

"So that you can punish me?"

"No, so that I can kill you."