"I guess that could work, too..."
The Sheriff muses as she studies the woman beneath her with feverish intensity, and the Mayor repays the act in kind; her breathing audible as she drinks in cool green.
"Well?... Are you just going to sit there?"
She demands, her tone laden with the patent blend of disdain she saves just for the blonde, but it garners little of the usual response. Instead, Emma simply considers her for a moment longer before dipping her head and finding full lips with the kind of violence the Queen has always associated with those of a less noble caste.
She finds, to her surprise, that she's entirely in favour of such an assault.
"This probably isn't a very good idea..."
The Sheriff breathes huskily against her lips, in spite of the fact that she moves her hands down to find the hem of her shirt and proceeds to pull it clumsily up over her head; breaking contact with the brunette's kiss only briefly as she tosses crumpled fabric carelessly into the corner before she leans back down to resume tasting her.
"You should feel entirely comfortable then, dear..."
The Mayor hisses as their shuddering breath becomes a shared sound of excitement.
"How do you mean?"
Emma murmurs against the lust-salted flesh of the darker woman's throat.
"I mean that bad ideas are something with which you are firmly familiar..."
Regina replies cattily, but her mocking gives way to a moan as the younger woman sucks at her pulse point with measured force.
"Do you want me to stop?"
Emma asks coolly, although she knows it's a pointless threat as the Mayor's hands roam shamelessly over her newly exposed flesh.
"Wasted words, Miss Swan..."
Regina calls her out, and she proves her point by resting her fingers over the twin strips of lace encircling the blonde's ribs and moving her thumbs over the cups of her bra.
The younger woman closes her eyes and arches her back as a form of silent encouragement in place of offering verbal agreement.
When those wandering hands continue to play hesitantly over delicate whorls but fail to release her of her bonds, however, it's the Sheriff's turn to scold irritably.
"If you were planning on being a tease, Madame Mayor, you should have done so about a quarter of a bottle ago..."
Eyes widening in surprise as the younger woman continues to kiss her while sharing this irked complaint, Regina stills for a moment, weighing up the situation in her mind.
What had started as a faint flutter of heat in response to the blonde's ever-boldening flirtation is now raw and crude arousal, and it's not just the current potent mood between them that has her appreciating the view the Sheriff offers in just her bra. It's just... This is new to her.
In truth, in spite of the dampness currently causing her some disquiet as the younger woman's weight grinds expensive silk against her heat, she feels an altogether greater sense of unease over the fact that it's Emma straddling her than that it's a woman.
Regardless, this is still a first...
The only bra she has ever unclasped is her own.
And she is not a woman who likes to look a fool.
Particularly in front of the Sheriff.
Swallowing with cautious arrogance, she pulls herself back under control and unhooks surprisingly expensive lace on the second attempt. Emma pulls back to untangle herself from delicate straps and offers the Queen a coy smirk as she tosses her hair out of the way.
Catching the sharp intake of breath the brunette fails to hide as dark eyes roam new territory intently, the blonde offers a quiet, knowing chuckle before dipping back down to capture kiss-swollen lips and teasing gently
"I'd be lying if I said I ever paid a whole bunch of attention in history class, but might I be right in thinking this isn't exactly a situation a Queen might find herself in?"
"What, liquored-up and being assaulted by a peasant girl?"
Regina scoffs to counter the blush creeping across her cheeks.
"Hmm... I believe it's Princess now, actually, Your Majesty..."
Emma murmurs, earning herself a choked noise of irritation, but the Mayor understands both that it's the tequila that has the blonde saying such things, and that the term was meant for sordid amusement, not as an argument against her already precarious position in Storybrooke's hierarchy.
And she would be lying if she were to say she doesn't suffer a hint of attraction to the way the Sheriff utters the term with husky sarcasm.
"I believe I've told you before that blood means nothing..."
She replies breathlessly.
"Mhmm... And, I believe you're dodging the actual question..."
The blonde counters, and Regina purses her lips. Undeterred, the Sheriff grins against them; paying no mind to the darker woman's refusal to answer her, and instead moving her hand up to palm at the Mayor's breast before teasing the sensitive bud of her nipple through soft silk.
Dark eyes flutter closed, and when the younger woman offers a hard swipe of her tongue across smudged scarlet, the Queen allows her entrance immediately.
"What about you?... You've done this before?"
Regina asks finally, striving not to sound too curious, yet privately fascinated to know the answer.
"Licked liquor off the stomach of a Queen?... Well, there was this one time in San Francisco, but I'm not sure that story has a whole lot to do with your question."
"Emma..."
"Oh, quit with the irritable tone, Regina, and read the room... Yes, I've done this before. Now can we stop with the locker-room gossip and get back to where we were?"
She nips at the darker woman's lip playfully before sitting back up to allow the brunette a better look at her bare offering.
"And where was that, dear?"
The Queen murmurs, after a brief moment of contemplation.
She supposes her internal struggle is made a hell of a lot easier as she drinks in the consequence of their actions so far.
Emma seems to read her mind.
"Well, I was about to even the score and strip you down, and then I was planning to show you just how much fun 'this' can be..."
Regina's eyes widen in surprise at the Sheriff's bold words, and the younger woman reaches towards the table to take a swig from the almost empty bottle that plays the culprit of their current situation with a small smirk.
Swallowing the potent liquid and suppressing a small shiver, she cocks her head to the side as if suddenly pensive and addresses the brunette with the raising of her brow; her tone laced with gentle encouragement.
"That is, of course, if you want me to?"
The last syllable is almost a casual afterthought, and the Queen barely processes it; focusing instead on the previous question it serves to just about hide.
Wetting her lips with her tongue, she offers a challenging look up at the blonde that serves to answer the question perfectly.
Smiling in response, Emma leans back a little more and slowly allows the bottle in her hand to tip down and dispel a trickle of clear liquid between her breasts and down her stomach to soak into the waistband of her jeans.
Raising her jaw, she makes it clear that the next move is the brunette's to make as she wills.
Offering up her own smirk, Regina pulls herself out from beneath the Sheriff and pushes the younger woman back with a little difficulty due to the size of the sofa. Climbing on top of her to straddle slender legs with a shiver of adrenaline in light of the absurdity of the situation, she follows the blonde's earlier lead and trails her tongue deliberately over pale skin while her hand grips a slim thigh instinctively. Giving in to her desire, rather than sanity, she grazes her teeth gently just below the younger woman's navel, before moving back up to allow the Sheriff a taste of the spilt liquor with a newfound heat.
As she does so, she moves her hand determinedly to find the blonde's breast; Emma arching into her touch in her continual endeavour to offer silent encouragement to a woman she knows won't take kindly to any obvious guidance or assurance that to do so is perfectly acceptable.
A fast learner; Regina brushes a hardened nipple with her thumb to illicit a low hum as she deepens their kiss a little breathlessly.
Unable to resist as pale fingers find their way into her hair, she mutters against parted lips as she adds a little roughness to her playful touch at the blonde's breast.
"I thought you were going to strip me down, dear..."
Chuckling wickedly, Emma pulls away to offer the Queen an impish grin.
"Oh yeah!"
She agrees, and the brunette rolls her eyes before letting out a low noise of disagreement as the Sheriff extracts herself from her prison between her legs and takes a few steps back from the sofa; her eyes glittering with promise.
"What are you doing?"
Regina asks; a little perturbed by the loss of contact, but hungrily appraising the image the blonde proposes; bare but for sinfully tight jeans.
"Well, in the not-too-distant future, you. But, sadly, I think we may be limited in our activities on that shitty couch."
Emma speaks with a hint of teenage moodiness, as though the couch in question is something which has come up as a subject of benign bickering more than once between herself and her unlikely housemate, and the thought causes the Queen to smirk with mild amusement.
Amused or not, the Mayor is also struck by the suggestive nature of the 'activities' the blonde might be referring to, and finds herself a little uncomfortable at the notion that Emma might be proposing that she accompany her up to her bedroom.
As it is, the blonde simply waits with her hands on her hips until the Mayor gives in to her curiosity and pushes herself up from her seat; Regina taking a bold step forward so that they stand toe to toe, her dark eyes trained intently on blown green.
Leaning in to claim full lips once again, the Sheriff moves with new, heated aggression, breathing shallowly as she pulls the darker woman flush against her and finds the clasp at the back of the Mayor's bra with ease. She fiddles it loose and pulls away scant fabric with measured roughness; allowing it to fall onto the sofa lest she receive a lecture from the woman that has her hands entwined needfully in messy curls.
Dropping her attention down to expensive dress pants, she plays her fingers over soft curves gently; trailing her palm down between their bodies to cup the darker woman's covered heat before dragging her hand upwards to find the catch that lines the garment's waistline.
Regina shudders; tilting her hips into the younger woman's promising caress.
Smiling; Emma works loose the fastenings set within fine wool and slips her fingers beneath the fabric to help slide it down to land in a heap at the brunette's feet.
Her grin widens when the Mayor guides her backwards a couple of strides so that she can step out of the discarded material.
Peeking down beneath sooty lashes, she drinks in the gentle curve of the Queen's hips and she moves her hand back down to cup the darker woman through scant silk.
She works her fingers slowly; enjoying the damp evidence of the brunette's arousal, but she's keenly aware that this is the greatest step so far.
A quiet moan in response to her teasing lends her a grin as she realises she needn't be quite so tentative about the matter.
Nipping the darker woman's bottom lip appreciatively as the latter moves her hand up to close over globed flesh once again, Emma pushes tellingly damp underwear over the soft swell of the Mayor's backside and allows it to flutter to the floor.
Stepping away, she drinks in the entirety of what she's uncovered silently.
She finds there is something inexplicably enticing about the characteristic lack of shyness adopted by the brunette in spite of the situation; Regina simply tossing back mussed waves and staring her down impatiently.
"I trust I meet your approval?"
The Queen asks, and her eyes flash with a touch of irritation when the blonde throws her head back and laughs. Gathering herself back under control, Emma offers a small shake of her head.
"You have such a way with words..."
She teases.
"One of us has to."
"Rude... Though, I'll admit, when it comes to talents of the tongue, my forte lies elsewhere."
Emma shrugs, earning herself an audible intake of breath from the Queen in light of this admission, and she continues to drink in perfect flesh with a sinful grin.
"Besides... 'Approval' isn't really what I'd call it, Your Majesty."
She states finally.
"No?"
The brunette frowns, her expression suddenly dangerous.
"No. I'd need a better term... A bigger term... But, as we just agreed, I'm not always the best person when it comes to expressing myself... Verbally, anyway."
"Then do so in another way, Miss Swan..."
Regina challenges.
Nodding as though in agreement, Emma runs a hand through her hair; glancing down at the rug that centres the room and deciding to take charge in hopes of avoiding the argument she's mindful her suggestion might instigate.
This is a tequila-induced rut, Your Majesty, and as such, you can get down and dirty just like the best of them...
"Come here and lie down."
She requests as she moves over to the faux sheepskin mat spread beneath the light fixture, before turning around to find the brunette glaring at her; predictably perturbed.
"You want me to get down onto the floor, Sheriff?"
"Yes."
Emma replies simply, watching as Regina struggles between the ingrained need to call out any of her more crass behaviour and the clear fact that she wants their exploration to continue.
Offering up an incentive, she pads over to stand in the centre of the rug and moves her hands down to the button of her jeans; keeping her eyes trained on the Mayor as unfastens tight denim.
She removes her Levi's slowly, exposing pale flesh little by little until she stands in just the plain, black swatch of her thong.
Looking away from the darker woman's intense gaze, she simply lowers herself down onto the rug and falls onto her back; her legs gently splayed and bent at the knee, and her hands resting submissively at her sides.
She makes it to a count of three before the Queen walks toward her and looks down at her from above.
She merely returns the brunette's dark gaze with a cool one of her own; counting a further two beats before Regina tentatively lowers herself down to sit on the rug with the awkward grace of one not accustomed to their proposed position.
Offering a small smile of encouragement, she lets out a low breath of anticipation when the brunette finds the soft cotton of her underwear and pulls the scant material down after a brief moment's hesitation.
She lifts her hips obediently to make things easier.
Studying the contours and markings of pale flesh, Regina runs her hand up one of the younger woman's legs before moving slowly to straddle bare flesh with a shuddered gasp of approval.
Dipping her head to taste softly parted lips, she allows her fingers to explore as the blonde does the same; crucially aware of the fact that her need presses down over the forbidden promise of the Sheriff's mound.
This knowledge has her panting quietly into the younger woman's kiss as she moves her hips with mounting urgency; feeling both utterly debauched and delectably aroused by the sheer insanity of their little scene.
Sensing the Queen's growing frustration, the blonde decides to make good on her word; wrapping strong thighs around the brunette and flipping them with a low chuckle at the gasp of surprise that whispers against her jaw.
Looking down at the darker woman with a slow smirk, she lifts her hips and slips her hand down to tease over slick folds; dark eyes glittering up at her with sordid anticipation as perfect teeth close over a plump bottom lip.
She leans back down to apply gentle pressure to the sweet spot where the brunette's throat meets her shoulder, meanwhile using two fingers to enter her slowly and curling them up to find the place that has the Mayor letting out a much louder groan than those to leave her lips previously.
Taking the hint, Emma moves further down the rug, offering a brief glance up into dark coals to check for permission before pushing slim legs further apart and lowering herself down to taste the effect of her fingers.
The brunette's breath comes out in ragged gasps and she grips the soft tufts of the rug as the Sheriff plays her tongue over her sex in a way that has her concluding that the blonde's promise of showing her just how fun their current act could be has been well and truly fulfilled.
Feeling brave as her lashes clamp shut and her hips begin to move involuntarily, she whispers the younger woman's name and reaches down to pull her back up.
"Emma... Turn around..."
"Huh?"
The blonde offers her a small frown before her eyes widen with understanding and she bites her lip and moves tentatively to comply; swinging herself around so that she faces away from the brunette and backing up with a faint feeling of shyness that is obliterated when unsteady fingers stroke against her need.
"Fuck..."
She hisses and Regina smirks before tangled tresses brush against her thighs and the younger woman goes back to tasting her sweetly.
Giving up on trying to keep her pleasure politely in check, the Queen allows needy expletives of approval to escape her lips against the soft skin of the Sheriff's inner thighs.
"Em... Emma, please..."
She chokes out. Chuckling a little shakily as manicured fingers are suddenly replaced by the warm velvet of the Mayor's tongue, the blonde takes heed of her request; quickening her pace to match the wanton bucking of the darker woman's hips.
She's only just able to manage a smirk as Regina takes her lead and reciprocates; her eyes clenched shut and her breathing laboured.
Feeling the telling quiver of the brunette losing control, she brings her over the edge with slick efficiency, before letting out a shocked cry as a hard swipe of the darker woman's thumb over her most sensitive spot achieves much the same.
Pushing herself up clumsily with shaking arms and carefully manoeuvring herself off the Mayor, Emma collapses down next to her and tries to regulate her breathing. Finally feeling she might be able to string a sentence together, she lets out a nervous giggle and speaks with her eyes squeezed shut.
"So... I guess that's two things you hadn't done before..."