-Emma could hear Regina's heels on the linoleum floor of the hall. '3, 2, 1...'
"Madam Mayor, to what do I owe the pleasure?" The brunette didn't say a word, she just walked until her body was flush against Emma's and kissed her hungrily. After a second of shock, the blonde responded by sitting, the usually composed Mayor, on her desk. When they broke for air, the older woman looked up through heavy lashes, her eyes almost black with arousal. Emma took a step back from Regina, who whimpered at the loss of contact, and began working the buttons on her own shirt before slowly undoing the Mayors blouse. With each button Emma undid a little more skin was exposed, she felt the arousal between her own legs increase. Regina let her shirt fall from her shoulders and-

"Emma? Sorry, I didn't want to wake you but you are talking very loudly in your sleep."
"Hmm?" Was her reply, not sure whether awake or asleep.
"It seems you brought work home with you" Mary-Margaret giggled. "You kept talking about Regina and being at the station." She sighed. "She pushes you too hard, you need a day off, Emma. Anyway, sorry I had to wake you , but I couldn't sleep with all that racket." She smiled sweetly to leave Emma alone and completely dumbstruck.
"Thank god that's all I said" she mumbled to herself. This wasn't the first dream Emma had had about Regina Mills. She'd been having them ever since the day at the mines, when Emma had save the mayors kid, Henry. She didn't know whether it was just the close proximity or the way the worried mother looked at her, but the sheriff couldn't get Regina off her mind. It was the first time she really appeared human, and with her new found humanity, Emma realized that she was completely and utterly attracted to the mayor. Not quite "feelings" but there was definitely something.

Rolling out of bed, abandoning hopes for sleep, Emma chucked on some sweat pants, a hoodie and trainers. The early morning air was brisk and the wind was chilly. She was running on auto pilot, heading wherever her feet took her. It wasn't long until her lungs gave out and she found herself standing at 108 Mifflin street. "Of course..." She muttered through burning lungs. It was too dark to even see her hand in front of her face, but she was sure she just saw a light flicker on the Mayors front porch. "Reg- Madam Mayor?"
"You think I would be able to avoid you at three in the morning... Maybe this is karma."
Emma didn't know quite what to say, she found her feet drawing her closer to the brunette, and she could see the glasses atop her nose, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, glass of wine to her right, a book in one hand and - though Emma would never have believed it if she hadn't seen it - a cigarette in the other. "I'm... I'm sorry. I was just running."
"Yes, we'll I can see that dear." Regina motioned towards Emma - sweaty, breathless and in runners - she then returned her gaze to her book. "You can't sleep either, eh?"
"No, Miss Swan. I haven't had a full nights rest in 13 years." Her attention never left the faded pages. "I never knew you smoked." Emma wanted any kind of conversation with this woman, she needed it.
"Well I don't usually expect guests at 3am." Finally she put her book down. "Miss Swan-"
"Emma. You can call me Emma."
"Miss Swan, is there anything you needed or can I continue reading?" The blonde took a few steps back. "Well, I tried." She said more to herself than to Regina.
"I'm sorry, tried what?"
"Nothing. Have a good night, Regina." She smiled before continuing her run.