Part III
"But she only cums when she's on top"

Honey brown eyes gazed out the large window on the right side of the mayor's office. Regina had called the blonde over an hour ago and still Emma was absent. After their clipped conversation the anticipation had given way to spinning thoughts and shaking hands and the brunette decided to brush her work aside for a couple hours. She wound up leaning against the glass, waiting impatiently for a yellow car or a flash of red leather. It occurred to Regina that no sane person would stare out a window searching for someone for that amount of time, but she merely pursed her lips and dug her clear-coated nails deeper into the white window sill. The word obsession fluttered inside the brunette's chest as a beat up buggy consumed her vision, and it began to rattle more loudly inside her—obsession, Obsession, OBSESSION—when her irises clung to Emma's body while she rounded her car.

Regina tried to reign in her suddenly chaotic thoughts; she needed to remember that she was the one with the power. The brunette was the possessor, not the possession, and yet when she felt green eyes meet her own, Regina couldn't help the gasp that escaped her lips or the electric shiver that shimmied up her spine. Blinking rapidly, the brunette watched in rapt attention as sun-kissed ringlets danced in the wind. Her knees suddenly buckled as a soft, pink tongue snuck out to moisten thin lips. Regina's mouth fell open as she took a few short breath; her thighs clenching together tightly as a dull throb trembled between her legs. But, the brunette quickly schooled her features as Emma flashed an arrogant smirk. Scoffing, Regina flicked her wrist as a way of motioning for the blonde to make her way up to the brunette's office.

As Emma rounded the corner toward the front of City Hall, Regina let her gaze linger on the tantalizing figure before she turned and strode to her desk. Leaning over the dark, black surface, idle fingers deftly organized papers into their rightful folders and piled them neatly to one side. As the brunette slid the last few documents into the stack she heard the familiar footsteps and then the quiet creak as the door opened and closed behind her. Brown eyes glimmered mischievously as she felt the energy shift and crackle around her. Small hairs at the base of her neck prickled upright as Emma approached her quickly, taking meaningfully sturdy strides to rid the dizzying tension.

Before she had the time to turn around, Regina felt a pelvis press tightly against her backside, and a strong, firm hand press demandingly on her back. The pressure caused the top half of the brunette's body to be roughly pushed against the cold surface of her desk. Quirking an eyebrow in confusion, Regina let herself relax into the unexpected action as a hand ran down the length of her skirt covered hip. She wasn't accustomed to feeling so powerless, especially when it came to sexual encounters; the core of her orgasm always forming from the abundance of control she had over the situation—in blatant terms Regina Mills couldn't cum unless she was on top and in charge. But, as cold fingers slid against her bare thigh and slithered up her skirt to the apex of her thighs she couldn't help but to let out a strangled gasp. The noise filtered through her ears and it frightened the brunette—what was she becoming when merged with the defiant sheriff? As the days and weeks passed like discarded pages in an erotic novel Regina slowly began to feel herself growing weak under the deadly precision of the blonde's touch. As the thoughts caressed her mind with feather-light flutterings, the brunette began to struggle beneath Emma, there was no way she could possibly let herself be taken in such a manner; she couldn't willingly give herself up so submissively—so weakly.

"Stay still…" Emma reprimanded, leaning down closer to Regina so she could whisper, "I want to try something…"

"I can't do this!" the brunette interrupted, her voice conveying much more emotion than she intended, "You know I can't—Oh, God!"

A shattering cry died in the back of Regina's throat as the blonde's hand cupped her sex; leisurely rubbing back and forth against the damp fabric of panties. The brunette grinded her hips against the offending appendage trying to feel more of Emma's skin against her quickly heating center. Sucking her blood red lips between her teeth, Regina squeezed her eyes shut as deft fingers teasingly toyed with the elastic seem of her underwear, gently sneaking inside the confines. Groaning loudly, the brunette heard the blonde scoff behind her as Emma finally let her hand sink inside the lacy garment. As cold digits fluttered against her wetness lightly, Regina had to bite into her lips until they bled in order for her to keep herself from begging. Begging—the word exploded behind her eyes and the brunette began to grow nervous; she squirmed on the desk hysterically as she tried to claw away from her imminent submission.

"Stop—Emma…Ms. Swan stop!"

"You know you don't really want me to stop…do you?" Emma whispered as her hand disappeared from Regina's heat; the brunette's body betrayed her as she whimpered in frustration. "That's what I thought."

"But you know that I can't…" Regina's voice cracked as she cocked her head to the side to meet the blonde's gaze; the darkness within the green orbs made the brunette's knees quake, "you know that unless I'm on top I can't—"

"Cum?" Emma offered, licking her lips as she watched the mayor nod slowly, a smirk covered her lips as the blonde shoved her hand back inside Regina's panties gaining a breathy moan as slick, wetness coated her fingers. "We'll see about that—it's my turn now."

An audible gulp of fear echoed throughout the brunette's ribcage as her nerves got the better of her. But, as the dexterous digits traveled between her soaking folds, Regina's muscles began to relax, and she let her dark eyes roll in the back of her head as Emma created a perfect rhythm. The sensations that whirled through the brunette's lithe frame quelled in every nerve, every vein until her heart was beating so frantically that Regina believed that the blonde could hear every single persistent thump. The aching muscle hammered even faster as two fingers slid inside of Regina—possessing her completely.

While the digits garnered an impeccable speed, Emma pulled the brunette up by the dark strands of her hair so that their bodies were pressed tightly together. Regina cried out from the pain that throbbed through her head combined with the delicious friction that gathered between her thighs. All she wanted at that moment was to be claimed and conquered until all she could feel was the tornado spirals that trailed through her body. Turning her quickly, the brunette crushed her lips against Emma's, urgently seeking out her tongue as she bit at her bottom lip. They kissed more passionately then they had ever kissed before and it felt like the earth had quivered and shifted from the mass amount of pleasure that had shivered between them.

Pulling away with bruised lips and smeared makeup, Regina couldn't stop her body from jerking as her center began to clutch at the diligent fingers fervently. Loud moans ripped from the brunette's throat as Emma's arm wrapped around her waist and secured her. Before her mind lost focus, the last thought that flashed within the Regina's cranium was that perhaps sometimes, and only sometimes, it wasn't so frightening to be in this position—that it wasn't so terrifying to be loved. Loved—the word bounced around roughly in her soul like a rock but her brain froze before she could question the thoughts as her orgasm tore through her body like a dagger.

A/N: For some reason this chapter just did not come out the way I had hoped, I actually rather dislike it. Though, I do hope that you all enjoy this update; I'm happy when my readers are happy! And of course, don't forget to REVIEW and share the love :)