Regina returned to her office as the sun was setting. She bid goodnight to her secretary and set her briefcase on her desk before sitting down behind it with a wide smirk. The blonde's reaction had been absolutely delicious. The brunette had never had a more responsive lover than the sheriff and she found herself reliving the experience over and over in her mind.
She only hoped that her stunt had been enough to spur Emma into retaliation. A shiver passed over her body as she considered what the blonde was capable of. Regina so hoped that the sheriff would punish her effectively and that it would be soon. As fate would have it, her IM icon popped up; informing her that she had a message. Regina couldn't bite back the smile on her face as the blonde's handle flashed on the screen.
Sheriff. 7: That was out of line, Madam Mayor.
Mayor_RMills171: I didn't hear you complaining, Sheriff.
Emma growled to herself in her office at the station. Anger flooded her veins and the need for revenge furled up in her throat; leaving a distinct taste in her mouth.
Sheriff. 7: You are going to pay for that.
Mayor_RMills171: Are you going to force me into bed with you, Sheriff Swan? I have to say, that would be punishment enough. I was disappointed at how quickly you succumbed to my advances; I assumed you would put up more of a fight.
Sheriff. 7: And draw attention to the fact that you had your hand between my legs at the business meeting? Yeah, that would have been a great idea.
Regina could feel the venomous sarcasm dripping from the blonde's words.
Mayor_RMills171: Oh, let's not make excuses, Miss Swan. You wanted my hand there; plain and simple. You were craving my touch and the desperate way in which you clung to my wrist is evidence of that.
Emma felt another flush rise on her cheeks.
Sheriff. 7: Regina, so help me God, you will be sorry you did that.
Mayor_RMills171: Again with the threats? You bore me with your tedious warnings, Sheriff. I am going home; goodnight.
Emma watched in shock as the woman logged off and the IM icon turned gray. What the hell? The blonde thought to herself. Is Regina blowing me off? She narrowed her eyes and stood abruptly as anger and frustration pounded in her blood. She grabbed her jacket; determined to confront the brunette. As she passed the coat rack at the door, she paused and considered her gun belt. Green eyes lighted on the thick nightstick and a wicked, wicked grin spread across her face.
Regina pulled out of the parking lot of City Hall and turned down the road toward home. As she turned down the block adjacent to the police station, she noticed the sheriff's cruiser pull out behind her casually. She smirked; unless she was very much mistaken, and Regina didn't think she was, the blonde was about to enact her revenge.
Emma tailed the mayor from several yards back. She wasn't sure if the woman in the little black Mercedes knew she was there or not. The sky was darkening significantly as Regina took the long way home, winding down a dark, neglected road and then onto another. Emma realized the woman knew she was being tailed or she wouldn't have chosen this specific route.
Knowing this was about as good a place as any, Emma flipped on her lights and the Mercedes pulled down a dirt access road. Emma stopped the car, effectively blocking Regina in, and stepped out; strapping on her belt as she went. She strolled up to the window of the black car and knocked on it smartly with her knuckles. When the window rolled down, Emma shined her flashlight in the woman's eyes.
"Sheriff Swan, why have you pulled me over?"
"You were weaving, Madam Mayor. Have you been drinking tonight?" The blonde leaned in, still with the light in Regina's eyes and took a quick sniff of her as if trying to detect alcohol.
"Excuse me?" Regina snapped. "I have not been drinking. And I would never get in my car had I been."
"Well, forgive me if I don't believe you." Emma drawled. "I'm going to need you to step out of the car."
"I will do no such thing."
The blonde grinned and took out her ticket book. "Surely you don't want me to report that you were uncooperative?"
The brunette glared up at her; shielding her eyes from the bright light with one hand. "Of course not." She growled and opened the door abruptly, catching Emma on the shin with it. The blonde stumbled back.
"Goddamn it, Regina…" she growled and rubbed her leg. "Are you trying to sever my limb?"
"Don't be dramatic, Sheriff." The woman put her hands on her hips and smirked. "If I wanted to inflict pain on you, I would simply take to you with my tire iron."
Suddenly, Emma was on Regina, whirling her around and pressing her chest flat against the cold hood of her own car. The brunette let out a cry of surprise. "Was that a threat?" Emma said and wrenched her arms around to cuff them behind her back.
"Of course not!" Regina burst; she felt a trickle of fear and shuddered against the arousal it brought. She fully anticipated that Emma was going to discipline her severely.
"Really? Because it sounded like it. Perhaps I should just Mirandize you now and take you to the station?"
"You wouldn't dare!"
"You have the right to remain silent; anything you say can be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford-"
"Miss Swan!" Regina burst out angrily. "This is ridiculous!" she shouted and Emma stopped from rattling of the rights.
"No, you want to know what is ridiculous, Madam Mayor?" She leaned over the woman to whisper in her ear. Regina barely suppressed a shudder as the blonde ground her hips into her presented backside. "What's ridiculous is the inappropriate behavior you displayed today during the meeting. You're about to pay for that little stunt." She whispered dangerously and then, without warning, reached up and unzipped the woman's skirt before ripping it, along with her underwear, to the ground.