This started as a one-shot but I'm going to add a little bit more to it. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed!

Takes place the morning after :)

Told from Regina's POV

Disclaimer: I do not own anything

I'm never late for anything. Being early to meetings, establishing the dominant seat and keeping your opponents on their toes were all lessons I had learned while being Queen. As I hurried down the hallway to the newly renovated boardroom at Town Hall, I tried to slow my steps so the frantic clicking of my heels wasn't so evident to the people already seated inside. I paused outside the door, took a deep breath and then stepped inside. I quickly took my seat at the head of the table and looked up to see 9 puzzled expressions staring back at me. To my left was Mr Gold, Mrs Lucas, Mr Nolan, Mother Superior. At the opposite end of the table was Mr French. Immediately to my right was Belle, Sheriff Swan, Marco and Dr Hopper.

"I apologize for my tardiness. The meeting is now in session. First order of business is Mr French's request to install 'Game of Thorns Parking Only' signs on the curb outside his shop so that his customers aren't having to circle the block repeatedly looking for a place to park. Mr Gold, you oppose this motion so please state your case."

As I looked expectantly to my left, Rumple seemed startled at the abrupt start to the meeting but begin explaining some hare-brained idea that if Mr French put up parking signs then the rest of the businesses around town would be forced to do the same which would result in unnecessary costs to all of the small businesses. Honestly, the man would do anything to save a penny. I glanced down at the table and realized I had forgotten my notepad and ink pen. Well, now I would just have to actually pay attention to all of the inane whining for the next 60 minutes so I could work on solutions to all of their problems.

Gold, French, Parking, Unhappy. Gold, French, Parking, Unhappy. I was busy trying to memorize the focal points so far that it took me a second to realize a piece of paper with an ink pen clipped to the top of it was being slid my way. I looked up to see green eyes framed by soft blonde curls watching me. I blinked and took a deep breath and let it out slowly while locking my gaze with Storybrooke's favorite red leather jacket wearing Sheriff. The world paused as the events of the previous night started replaying in my head. It was like I could still feel her hands on my body and her lips on my neck. I could feel her warmth as it pressed against my back and hear her growl as she discovered how my body wanted her. I slightly shook my head to clear it and looked down to write random notes with the materials she had slid down the table to me. The voices around the table seemed far away and my mind drifted. off again. Once I had gotten home, I had tried to rationalize my actions with her by chalking it up to the amount of wine I had consumed. But no alcohol was present in my system last night as I laid in my own bed and remembered how powerful it felt to surrender to this woman who infuriated me. To feel myself arch against her as she, quite literally, controlled the air I breathed. When she had clamped her hand across my mouth to quieten me, my first instinct was to pull away and ask her what the hell she was doing but my thoughts had become fuzzy when I felt hot breath on my neck. Her hands on my waist were causing a stirring in me I hadn't felt in...ever. I had never felt desire like that. I think that's what caused me to behave so out of character. I wasn't quite sure how she was making me feel these things but the only thought running through my head was I wanted more. I don't even remember tilting my head to the side but I think subconsciously I had continued our little game. I think I was mentally challenging her by signaling 'Your move '. Oh and what a move it was. Her teeth scraping across my neck were...

A loud bang brought me out of my daydream and I saw Eugenia with her palm on the table and assumed she had just slammed it down in frustration. Dear god, what could be bothering the wolf now?

"Mrs Lucas, if you would be so kind to sit back down, the floor will be yours and you can voice your issue." We all turned and looked at her expectantly. As she was sitting back down, she started arguing that if everyone designated their own parking spots, there would be nowhere left for her customers to park. This is such a waste of time. Why are we even discussing these issues? There's only a finite amount of parking spots in Storybrooke and there haven't been any problems I had been made aware of. Perhaps we should build a small parking garage near all of the businesses. Yes, that might be a wonderful solution. As I was fixing the problem via my inner monologue, my gaze wandered over to the back of the blonde's head. Everyone had their back turned so I was free to visually consume her. She really was beautiful. Strong and beautiful. She smelled nice the other night, too. Like salt water, sweat, and sex with a strong dose of something that was all her. I watched her pick up her pen and start chewing the cap. I could see her teeth leaving indentations on the black tip. The same teeth that had left indentations on my neck. The same teeth that was the reason my neck was tender this morning. Without thinking, I reached up to run my fingers over the still sensitive area while watching her slowly bite down on the black cap and before I knew it, a soft moan had slipped out of me. Her head snapped back to look at me and I froze when her eyes met mine. I knew why I made that noise and I think she did, too. I didn't even realize I was licking my lips until I saw her mouth pull into a slight smirk. I pushed my chair back from the table and stood up to face the other 8 pair of eyes that were now watching me suspiciously.

"The meeting is adjourned until tomorrow morning at 9am. I just recalled something important I need to take care of. Tomorrow, we will discuss the possibility of building a two-level parking garage that would benefit all businesses in town. Come prepared to vote on this structure or give your reasons for opposing it. Meeting adjourned". I raced out the door and headed for my office. I couldn't believe I had been so caught up in thinking about the Sheriff that I had actually moaned in an official town meeting. Regina Mills moaning. Maybe nobody noticed. Come to think of it, the room was pretty loud and conversations had gotten heated so maybe the blonde had been the only one to actually catch it. As if that wasn't bad enough. When did my office take this long to get to?

I walked inside my office, closed the door and leaned against it. The glass near the frame cooled my forehead. I really needed to get a grip. It was one drunken mistake that didn't mean anything and was a one-time deal. I was sure of it. Trying to resolve myself of that fact, I moved away from the door and started walking to my desk. I stopped in my tracks when I heard loud booms shaking the earth. Oh no. No, no, no, this was not happening. I whirled around just in time to see my office door get slung open by the pale hands that belonged to the person responsible for the mini-earthquakes happening down the hallway.

"You're not staying, Sheriff. Turn around and head back to whatever irritating problem the masses have you working on today. My office is closed until tomorrow morning". I folded my arms across my chest and steeled my gaze to get my point across. Our esteemed Sheriff wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box so subtlety was out the window where she was concerned. I waited for her to say something but instead, she closed the door behind her and leaned back on it. We stood there for a few moments before I cleared my throat and walked closer to her. I was walking towards those blue jeans she was always poured into, a white button up shirt and that infernal red jacket. I swallowed hard when I saw her scan my body from head to toe and back again. She then dragged her eyes up to meet mine and licked her lips before curling her teeth over the bottom one and releasing it millimeter by millimeter before it popped loose and left her mouth slightly opened. I stopped inches from her face and tried to look everywhere but that freshly moistened set of lips.

"Ms Swan, your presence is not wanted nor needed here. You need to leave". With my chin stuck in the air, I gave her the patented Evil Queen haughty look and all-knowing smirk. I wasn't prepared for her to lean forward and practically bury her nose in my neck.

"I think we both know you really don't want that to happen. Now do you, Your Majesty?" She lowered her voice and enunciated the last two words slowly and breathed them out onto my neck. I felt her pull back just a bit. She looked back up at me as I heard the lock behind her click into place. I inhaled sharply as I felt my nipples harden at such an everyday sound. She wanted this as much as I did. I unfolded my arms and placed them on either side of her waist and pressed my palms against the door frame behind her. My hands were shaking. I'm not sure if it was from nervousness or fear of rejection or the amount of adrenaline running through my veins that I was trying to control. Why should I deny myself the pleasure of everything that was Emma Swan. Why didn't I just take what I wanted from her and then send her on her way? Pleasure today, thoughts tomorrow. Who am I kidding? My mind was made up the second she stepped into my office.

I felt my fingertips dig into the wood beneath me as I leaned forward and nudged her head aside with my left cheek. I inhaled deeply to get her scent all around me. This time, her scent was slightly different. It was all her but with notes of a fresh shower, fruity shampoo, minty toothpaste and another scent I would know anywhere: leather. Ms Swan and leather in the same sentence was doing terrible things to my ability to think straight. I was trying to control myself but my body was running full speed ahead with no way of slowing down. I opened my mouth and let my bottom lip touch her halfway down her neck and dragged it up and along her jaw before taking it between my lips and sucking her taste into my mouth. I stopped to try to get ahold of my emotions and felt my fists balling up and pressing hard into the door. I could feel her breathing ragged against my ear and it was causing me to throw all rationale out the window. hell, I was throwing it out of the town at this point. I wanted her. No matter how wrong it seemed before, in this moment, I couldn't picture anything being more right. One tiny taste of her skin and I was helpless to fight it. If there was any hope of turning back it was over when I gently bit her jaw and she moaned "fuck yeah".

I paused and took several deep breaths before roughly biting into her neck. I wanted to mark her, claim her as mine, hear her cry out in pain and then soothe those marks. I felt her sink back deeper into the door and wrap her hands along my waistline. I felt my shirt being grabbed by her fists and felt her pull me ever so slightly towards her as if she was welcoming the marks. I bit harder down her neck just below her ear and was rewarded with a long groan. I pulled back from her and saw her eyes open and turn to look at me in confusion. I grinned slightly and pressed my body until it was flush with hers. In this new position, every breath I exhaled was inhaled by her. I leaned forward and hovered my lips over hers just trying to commit this moment to memory. How she smelled, what she sounded like, how her breath felt on me. My tongue darted out and in one excruciatingly slow moment, I licked from the outside of her bottom lip all the way up to just where her top lip began before bringing it back into my mouth. I had to have more. I bit down on her bottom lip so hard I tasted blood so I quickly took it into my mouth and sucked gently at the sore spot stemming the flow. I moved my lips up to cover hers completely and rested them there briefly, enjoying the softness I found. I felt her fingertips through my blouse pressing into my lower back and knew I didn't have to keep stopping because she was just as turned on as I was.

I bit her lower lip again but harder this time and when she opened her mouth to cry out, I slipped my tongue inside and found all that was holy waiting for me inside. I could say our tongues danced against one another but mine had no intention of sharing dominance. I wanted every part of her and I wanted it now. I brought my left hand up and ran them through her hair before grabbing a fistful and pulling her hard against me. I could feel both parts of the zipper on her jacket digging into my bra and scraping along the fabric every time we moved. Our lips ended up being crushed in the process. I licked every part inside her mouth and was just about to release her when I felt her tongue snake its way past mine and dart into my mouth. She didn't move it right away. Just let it rest inside my mouth as she breathed in and out waiting for my reaction. When she didn't immediately get one, her tongue retreated just a bit before sliding back inside my mouth. She repeated this motion over and over and over again until I wrapped my lips around her tongue and began to suck. Her tongue stiffened and continued its journey back and forth between my teeth. Each time I would suck it into my mouth, she would inhale deeply and dig her short fingernails into the small of my back. How the hell did I ever live without this? Both of my hands came down to cover her denim covered ass. Everytime she slipped her tongue inside my mouth, I sucked it and pulled her ass towards me. When her tongue retreated, I released her. We established a rhythm that quickly turned intoxicatingly frantic. She was moaning into my mouth and running her hands up and down my back like she was trying to crawl inside me. With a half-hearted push, I held her at arm's length while trying to catch my breath.

"Off. All of it. Off." I told her while waving my hand up and down her body.

I stood there and watched every inch of flesh being exposed as she struggled to strip out of her boots, socks, jeans, jacket, shirt, and bra. I stopped her hands as they went to her panties. I wanted to be the one to unveil that mystery. With a trembling hand, I took one of hers and led her over to my chair. The one I sat in that very first time she came to my office. I wanted to take her as she sat there. In some ways. I think I wanted to atone for how badly she felt that day as she left my office. I wanted to replace a bad memory with one that was oh so much better. I wanted my office to symbolize a place of pleasure for her. When did I start caring how she thought of anything that belonged to me? Ahhh, yes. After the way she played my body with more precision and devotion than anyone ever had. After she slid inside of me and filled a part of my soul that I didn't even know was hollow. I turned her around and backed her up until the chair was right behind her calves. She opened her mouth to speak and I placed a finger on her lips telling her to be quiet. We needed no words between us. Not in this moment. Not yet. I let my finger slip off her lips and slide down her throat, dipping lower until it slid through a thin layer of sweat that had gathered between her breasts. I then moved both hands up to cup her breasts rubbed my thumbs up and over her nipples. She was so exposed to me. Well, most of her was. With a wicked gleam in my eye, I released her nipples and stepped back. Her eyes widened and she started to speak once more until she saw me arch my eyebrow. She shut her mouth and narrowed her eyes. I bent down to retrieve the previously offending red leather jacket. Then, I walked back over to her and helped her put it back on. Much better. Having something revealed is amazing but there was something naughty about touching her while she was still covered by that jacket that caused me to push her down into the chair and watch as soft, blonde curls fluttered around the collar of it.

I stood there for a moment debating on how to get what I wanted. I knew I should already be on my knees but it was such a difficult position for me to willingly put myself in. I had destroyed kingdoms, murdered royalty and crushed the hearts of anyone who dared to oppose me. I kneeled before no one and surrendered nothing. Yet here, in this moment, I wanted to bow before her and feed my addiction. I wanted to fall headfirst into her and never once care if I would drown. I wanted to offer my soul and have her accept it without hesitation. As she looked up at me standing over her, she stretched both arms out over the back of the chair and gave me the smallest of smiles as if she completely understood the battle raging inside my head. I found myself lowering one knee and then the other until she was the one above me. I placed my hands on either of her ankles and slowly ran them up her legs, watching as my touch left goosebumps on her pale skin. My thumbs brushed her knees softly before sliding further up her thighs. I lifted myself up just a bit so I could run my hands up her stomach and under her jacket before coming to stop at those nipples that were still hard for me. I leaned up further still and brushed her left lapel aside before covering her nipple with my mouth. I felt her press her chest into me. I could smell the leather from her jacket and feel the zipper brushing my cheek as my teeth grazed her nipple and I bit softly. My fingers curled and I dug my fingernails into her flesh and started dragging them down as I released her nipple from my mouth. Her stomach muscles tensed and jerked under my fingertips and I could hear her moaning every time I touched a sensitive spot but I kept going. Hooking my fingers across the top of her panties, I slowly pulled them down and coaxed her to lift up before sliding them all the way off and throwing them over my shoulder. She held her legs together in a sudden shy moment but I shook my head no and gently pulled her legs apart. Every part of me started to throb once I saw how wet she was.

My head moved forward and I flattened my tongue before slowly dragging it from the bottom of her entrance all the way up and over her clit. Her taste should be illegal. Her hands grabbed my head trying to pull me closer to her but I pulled back and took her hands in mine. I placed my hands over hers on the edge of the chair and held them in place. I could feel her gripping the chair tightly. I leaned back down and started sliding my tongue slowly over every part of her. I pulled her lips into my mouth and sucked gently. I ran my tongue down each side of her only stopping to bite the inside of each thigh as the spot where her skin is most sensitive. I pulled back from biting just a bit and saw her clit pulsing with each heartbeat pulsing through her. I rested my tongue against it and felt each throb against my taste buds. I stiffened my tongue and traced a path down her center and fluttered right at her entrance. But when she tried to manuever it inside of her, I moved back up to lathe at her clit. Denying her was something I had always loved and right now was no different. Before she could voice a plea or a protest and break our no talking rule, I slipped my tongue down and forced it inside of her. It was coated with her juices and I easily slipped it inside of her. I heard her gasp and try not to move a muscle. I started the same repetitive motion inside of her as she had done to my mouth. She caught on quickly. I looked up across a taught stomach and saw our Sheriff, moving herself up and down on my tongue, head thrown back as she bit her lip, and moaning things I'm sure were curse words I had never heard before. With each movement, her nipples peeked out at me and I saw them scrape against the gold zipper before retreating inside. Back and forth, back and forth. Something about watching her come undone wearing nothing but that red leather jacket made me want to keep her here in this office and make it happen over and over again. I wanted my walls to hear her cry my name. I pulled out and moved my tongue quickly over her clit and flicked it several times. I felt her struggle to free her hands but I only released them enough to thread our fingers together, keeping her from moving them. I continued flicking her clit repeatedly and felt her grip my hands tightly. Her fingertips were cool as they pressed down into my knuckles. I licked down to gather up more of her wetness and swirled my tongue around her clit until I felt her clit get hard. I kept swirling my wet tongue softly around her but flicking up hard on every upward motion. Within seconds, I felt fingernails digging into the tops of my hands and heard her moans become louder as she struggled to hold on. Her hips thrust towards my face and I looked up just in time to watch her crash over the edge. Her forehead crinkled just a bit and her cheeks were flushed a delicious color of pink. Her mouth was open as she cried out. Her fingers went slack against my hand as her head fell back and I could see every movement her throat made. I didn't want to move. I wanted to stay in this spot and watch this gorgeous creature in front of me move and sound like she just did. Sighing, I leaned back on my heels and watched as she slowly opened her eyes and looked at me with this goofy smile on her face.

She chuckled just a bit and touched her own chin "You got a little something..."

I wagged my finger at her and she instantly closed her mouth. I grinned and pointed to my own chin and saw her nod. I held her gaze and ran my finger through the wetness that was dripping off of me. I brought my glistening finger up before slowly slipping it into my mouth and sucking loudly. Oh, now her growl was back. I stood up and offered her my hand. As she stood, her hands slipped around my waist, hugging me close. I wrapped my arms around her neck and buried my nose into her soft curls. This time, the dampness in her hair was caused by me. Not the pool water. When she released me, I reached up to brush some stray strands away from her face and leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on her still flushed cheek. I pulled away and started walking towards the door when I heard her clear her throat loudly and deliberately. I looked back and motioned to her clothes thrown all around the room.

"Good luck finding your underwear, dear. Those jeans would be a bitch without them".

With that, I turned to head back to the boardroom where I seemed to remember leaving my purse. Her confused expression was priceless. Today was supposed to be about paybacks, right? She scratched my back, so I scratched hers. Well, she literally scratched mine this time but we were now even. It was kindof exhilarating to watch her struggle for words as I left her nearly naked in the room she had just came in while calling my name. My name. She had cried out "Regina" when she came. I stopped in the hallway and tried to steady my suddenly weak knees. People only call out the names of people they are intimate with and we were most certainly not intimate. We had fucked each other but never had intimacy. Had we? I was merely returning a favor. I thought back to how I felt kneeling before her and realized that today went beyond a pool house fucking for me. I was never one to forgo all appropriateness and think with my heart but I do believe I did just that. What had we started? This was never going to work. Not in the long run, at least. People had started thinking of me as Regina and her as Emma and not the Saviour, but we were known for our notoriously bad fighting. We were good at it. It was what we did. We can't even carry on a simple conversation about the weather without it turning into a knock down drag out fight. Sure, last night and this morning were great but none of that mattered if we couldn't say hello to each other without ripping out the other one's eyes. We were currently just acting like two horny teenagers when we should be acting like two, stable, reliable parents who help run our town. Divorced parents. Who hate each other. Who are not going to be tearing each others clothes off every time they see each other. I'm glad we got this out of our system. Maybe it had ran its course. I'll just take a deep breath and ignore this throbbing between my legs that doesn't seem to be going away anytime soon. Denial always works. For awhile.