Emma's IM screen stayed quiet the next few days. She and the mayor ran into one another on more than one occasion and whenever their eyes met, Emma's stomach gave a tiny leap. She couldn't help but to remember the most minute details of the tumble in the mayor's sheets and the desperation witnessed by the brunette's door.
It was after one such incidental encounter in Granny's that Emma returned to her station wobbly and out of sorts. It was Monday and she was due for a council meeting at three. She was slightly nervous about this meeting because it was in front of the large mass of city workers. She would be sitting on panel with Regina and the other, more important figure-heads of the city.
The blonde shook her head as she attempted to clear her thoughts. It would not do to appear weak in front of Regina or the rest of the council. She had her dialogue all written out and knew exactly what she was going to say during her short presentation. However, Emma had never been one for public speaking. The night of the debate with Sydney, she had been nearly shaking in her boots. Had it not been for Henry or the challenging smirk on the brunette's face, Emma would have never gone through with it.
Regina's mocking eyes burst into her mind. Then another vision of that dark gaze, burning with passion, seared across her brain. Emma watched as if a reel were playing in her skull as Regina's head dropped back against the door, eyes wide in surprise and realization of the impending climax. Lips parted and swollen from Emma's kisses as a high flush worked its way to her cheeks. The blonde felt heat and moisture spread south on her body and she stood abruptly to pace and clear her head.
During this process, as Emma stomped about like a nervous horse, her computer chimed. Curious, she cocked her head and returned to her desk.
Mayor_RMills171: Sheriff Swan, I do hope that you are prepared for this afternoon. I will not be pleased if I am required to carry your dead weight through the meeting.
Sheriff. 7: I'm prepared, Madam Mayor. I have my notes and my script all ready to play the part of the fearless Sheriff.
Mayor_RMills171: Yes, well, be that as it may, I would like for you to take the seat to my right. This way I will be able to ensure that you are not sleeping while your coworkers are presenting.
Sheriff. 7: I'm not going to fall asleep at the meeting.
Mayor_RMills171: Quite right, because you will sit by me.
Emma was certain that the insufferable brunette would be all-too-happy to prod her awake.
Sheriff. 7: Whatever you say, Madam Mayor.
Mayor_RMills171: I so love it when you are agreeable. Things do happen to progress smoothly when you do as I say.
Emma's body heated up instantly upon reading these words. Is Regina being funny? Emma wondered. Of course not, it's Regina. She answered herself.
Sheriff. 7: Don't get used to it.
Mayor_RMills171: Oh, I wouldn't make a mistake such as that, dear. Your willful spirit makes my victory all the more sweet.
Emma nearly wet her pants. Willful spirit? She smirked.
Sheriff. 7: Yes, I can be quite a challenge. As for your victory…I believe if your door could speak, it would tell a different story.
Regina's eyes narrowed and she pursed her lips as she imagined the smirk that must be gracing the blonde's cocky features. Yes, Emma Swan had taken her hard and fast; pressed to her own door no less. What was more was that the brunette had cherished every bruise the morning after and had been hungry for a repeat performance ever since.
She had made up her mind that teasing and antagonizing the blonde was the way to get what she wanted. Had that not been what had done the trick before? The previous Friday night, they had been bickering and suddenly there was the passionate blonde with furious eyes and strong hands pressing her against the smooth grain of her door.
Regina smirked at the memory. Yes, she had been dominated and thoroughly fucked by the sheriff's expert fingers and mouth. And yet, the brunette found that the memory of it gave her a great sense of power; to think that she had actually been able to drive the blonde into such a frustrated state gave her immense satisfaction. Yes, Emma had punished her; but she did so because Regina desired it.
Another shiver skittered up her spine as, in her mind, she watched the blonde buck beneath her in climax; clutching her hair and whimpering in release. The brunette smirked again and returned to the conversation at hand.
Mayor_RMills171: Yes, perhaps my door would have a different perspective. However, I believe that you would find that my sheets would concur with my viewpoint.
Emma had been somewhat anxiously awaiting Regina's response; the brunette had taken an unusually long time to snip back and it had made the blonde nervous.
Sheriff. 7: Oh, I don't know about that. It seems to me that I still got what I wanted out of you.
Mayor_RMills171: After you begged.
Sheriff. 7: I don't remember that.
The blonde grinned. She knew this would infuriate the woman. Outright denial of her triumph.
Mayor_RMills171: Oh, but you did, Miss Swan. I distinctly remember the sounds pouring from your mouth and they were not commanding in the least bit.
Sheriff. 7: Well, the memory has slipped my mind. Must not have made that great of an impression.
I'll have you screaming next time. Regina thought to herself.
Mayor_RMills171: You are a terrible liar.
Sheriff. 7: At least I don't lie to myself, Mayor. How have you justified the moaning that came from your mouth while I had you pinned to the door? Or the way you wrapped your leg around my waist? How about the way your body trembled for several minutes after the fact?
Regina felt a shudder then too as the memory washed back over her. She was momentarily disabled due to the arousal coursing through her veins.
Mayor_RMills171: I will see you in an hour, Sheriff Swan. Do not be late; you will be punished for tardiness.
Emma slipped in; two minutes before three. The blonde would argue that she was on time because Dr. Whale had come by the station and had been harassing her. But when her eyes connected with Regina's, a brief smirk of triumph flitted across her stony face. Emma knew that the brunette thought she had forced her to show up on time and even though the mayor's assumption was correct, she didn't want Regina to know that.
Striding through the almost full room, she took her seat on Regina's right-hand side. Sydney sat to the brunette's left and had enough audacity to give Emma a glare of jealousy; it had been he who had previously occupied the seat to Regina's right. He felt that he had been demoted and as far as the blonde was concerned he could have his seat back because sitting this close to Regina was not what she had had in mind.
The woman beside her sat solid as a rock. She barely acknowledged Emma's arrival and merely looked about the room to signal that the meeting was about to start. The blonde took out her notepad and collection of statistics before settling into her chair and glancing sideways at the woman to her left.
Regina ignored her. This made the blonde slightly nervous. Why was she being so quiet? Usually, the mayor had made at least two solid quips by this point. One was usually reserved for her clothing and the other often involved an attack on her professionalism or parenting skills. But this silent Regina seemed much more intimidating than the sarcastic one did and it unsettled the blonde.
A quiet energy seemed to radiate from the woman as she called the meeting to order, introduced the first presenter, and then took up her own pen to take notes. Emma found her head propped on her hand ten minutes into the presentation about sidewalk safety as she doodled on the paper in front of her. She looked to her left to find that the brunette was actually taking notes. Emma sat up a bit straighter and tried to read them. Instead, she found herself mesmerized by the loopy, flourished cursive that was the woman's handwriting.
Who writes like that, honestly? It looks like fucking calligraphy or something. She grumbled internally at discovering another quirk of flawlessness that the brunette possessed. Stunning teeth, gorgeous hair, a bedroom voice, zero body fat, and perfect cursive? So not fair.
Emma's internal rant was cut short, however when Regina switched her pen to her left hand and continued to write. The blonde stared in amazement to find that the mayor was ambidextrous. Oh, Jesus, Emma swore as she considered all the implications that she could draw from the fact that Regina was just as coordinated with her left hand as she was her right.
The blonde snapped her eyes back down to her scrawled, sad notes and tried to block out the images of the mayor demonstrating her talents. However, her attempts were cut short when she felt a hand graze her thigh. Emma went still; her eyes widened as she stared down at the paper and sucked in a quick breath. Fingertips glanced over the smooth muscle of the side of her left quadriceps once more and her brain short-circuited.