... Do you like what you see?
Breath catching in her throat at this most inappropriate question, Regina clenches her teeth as she remains standing in front of the younger woman's desk, looking down at messy curls and revealing denim.
She's at a loss for what to say.
What to do.
The answer to Emma's husky inquiry is 'yes', she's distraught to discover, for however dangerous her body's reactions might be, they are nothing if not approving. Swallowing silently, she tells herself to treat this situation with the utmost caution; recognising that the blonde has played her own hand here, and knowing that the little wretch has little issue when it comes to their games getting dirty.
Oh, what a choice of words.
Still, she doesn't imagine that simply turning on the sharp point of her heel and stalking out of the office is an option anymore, despite it being the most sensible course of action.
It's too late for that.
"Get up."
She demands, pursing her lips when Emma complies silently but negates to turn around; simply standing facing the filing cabinets as though waiting for further instruction.
Taking a couple of steps towards her prey, the brunette runs a finger over her bottom lip pensively, before speaking up with genuine curiosity.
"You've become rather bold just recently, Sheriff... To what purpose are you playing this little game? What do you want?"
A light chuckle at this and the Sheriff shakes her head, shrugging her slim shoulders boyishly.
"It isn't obvious?"
"Oh, my dear, discretion isn't a talent of yours, this I know, but my question must then be why? Why now? If we're playing some sort of game, it seems only fair that we both know the rules..."
"See, that's your issue, Madame Mayor. You can't accept the fact that I'm not out to get you. Why does this have to be a malicious attempt on my part?... You didn't enjoy yourself last night?"
Sniffing disdainfully as she refuses to reward the younger woman with a response - her mind flashing her a peculiar voyeur's image of herself straddling the blonde as her orgasm had sent her convulsing wonderfully; her eyes closed and her breathing ragged - she simply returns to her original question.
"Why now, Sheriff? You've never behaved in such a manner before? Excuse me for saying so, but that seems just a little bit suspect to me..."
"Well, you weren't half-naked before, Regina."
Emma answers simply, shrugging once again, before turning to face the Mayor.
"I-... I beg your pardon?"
The brunette swallows.
"If I'd known I had a flying chance in hell of anything becoming of it, I would have taught you to play poker, or Twister, or fucking Monopoly much sooner!"
The Sheriff admits.
"Becoming of it? Becoming of what?!"
"My, uh-... Well, you asked me yourself last night. You called me out on my interest in you."
The younger woman frowns as though such a thing should be blindingly obvious.
"I called you out on what I presumed was too much to drink, and admittedly characteristically crass behaviour..."
"Right... And then you broke into my house like some sort of cat burglar and forbade me to scream."
The blonde challenges with evident amusement, and the darker woman glowers at her dangerously as Emma's words only serve to have her reliving their activities back in the darkness of the Sheriff's bedroom.
"You were asking for it."
She hisses.
"Maybe... I had little clue I was going to get what I wanted, though. That was a surprise."
Emma admits simply.
"What you wanted?... You-... Last night was a setup?"
Regina demands in disbelief.
"A setup? No. Of course not. Last night was Ruby and I getting tipsy and deciding that what now seems like a rather stupid idea was possibly the best thing the two of us had ever come up with combined. You didn't miss an invite, Regina, as I never extended you one... So, that much is on you."
"... But your interest?"
Regina prompts; beginning to feel a little flushed as the younger woman continues to answer her in that low, dangerous tone that is so often used when the two of them clash horns, yet warrants some speculation of if it isn't the same way she might instruct a lover in bed. The apples of the Mayor's cheeks blush scarlet as she supposes she still doesn't have an answer to that most uncouth of musings; Emma's sultry sarcasm dampened by her own sodden underwear when the matter might have been explored.
"It's nothing emotional before you go getting all concerned."
The blonde interrupts her uneasy perversion.
"Miss Swan, any sort of interest you might have in me would leave me feeling concerned!"
The Mayor sighs, although she is becoming slowly aware of the fact that the temperature seems to have soared in the five minutes she's been standing in front of the blonde.
"Oh? Well, you have a funny way of showing it."
"I-... Yes, well, we'd been drinking. And it was late. I'm asking about before that."
She scoffs awkwardly and Emma laughs quietly, cocking her head to the side.
"You're asking if I have the hots for you?"
"Worded in a slightly different manner than I might myself, but-"
"-Would that surprise you?"
"Frankly... Yes."
Regina frowns, crossing her arms self-consciously over her chest.
"Really? Why? The way you talk to me, you sound as though you're a second away from ravaging me sometimes."
"I-"
"-Not that it wouldn't be a lot more fun than listening to you bitch about the immaterial."
"Sheriff, I-"
"-I'm not saying I figured you would actually go through with any heated threats or anything... Just that they offered some food for thought."
"You-..."
But Regina stops herself as she's all too aware that Emma is slowly gaining the upper hand with every broken reply she makes. Corralling her wayward emotions back under control, she adopts a purposefully sultry; aiming to beat the younger woman at her own game.
"Food for thought... Meaning?"
"You know exactly what I mean."
The blonde counters huskily, and the darker woman nips the tip of her tongue in reprimand as she's left with the unwanted image of the Sheriff sat behind her desk following one of the many occasions about which she speaks, whimpering, with her hand wedged sordidly down the front of her jeans.
"... I do."
"So... You asked me if I was proud of myself, and I told you it all depended on your response. You're right, it's not a move I would usually make, but then I'm not the one that initiated phase two. If it was a one-time, drunken thing, then fine. I'll keep the pants and take it in my stride. But don't think for a second that I'm never going to bring it up again... Oh, not in so many words, and definitely not in public, Madame Mayor, but the next time you get up in my face in some doomed attempt to, ah, discipline me... Well... I know what I'll be thinking about... What about you?"
Green eyes flicker up impishly to meet the Mayor's own, and the brunette lets out a shuddering breath as she finds herself wanting to make good on Emma's previous suggestion that she might wish to ravage her.
Or kill her.
It's not something she's ever thought about before - whatever the Sheriff might have made of their heated exchanges of opinion - but she had come to the understanding fairly early on in their turbulent relationship that Emma... Well... Affects her differently from any of the other sorry patrons under her thumb.
Skirting around the younger woman's desk so that she stands only a couple of feet away from her, Regina closes the distance with dangerous intent; moving so that she allows only an inch between her nose and the Sheriff's in a way that she has done so many times before. The blonde offers a slow smile in response, her pupils blown as she silently goads the Mayor to make her move.
Adopting the low disdain she has favoured on numerous occasions when faced with the younger woman smirking at her, the brunette scolds wickedly
"Have you no shame, dear?... No, of course not... A wasted question on one such as yourself. Is this why you continue to disobey me, Sheriff? Why you continue to strive to win my wrath? So that you might have something to think about later when you're alone? I wonder... When I struck you down in the graveyard... Did that do anything for you? Did you like it? When I call you out on your idiocies... Do you find yourself dampening cheap cotton as you picture just how much further I might take it? Is that why you continue to be so disobedient?"
The blonde's eyes flash with pent-up anger that says more than her choked growl of the darker woman's name, and Regina raises her jaw as she considers herself entirely correct in her suggestive goading.
She finds her own excitement builds mercilessly in response and hisses quietly
"Go on then, Miss Swan. Show me what you invited me here to see... Remove those hideous jeans and let me take a look at you."
Emma needs no further coercion and simply brings her fingers to the stiff, brass button of her Levi's and pushes them slowly down her legs; stepping out of the rough material after removing her boots with swift efficiency.
Regina wets her lips as she drinks in expensive silk cut high up slim thighs; a pleasant improvement to the plain, green briefs favoured the previous evening.
But, then, she supposes she would say that; she had been rather pleased with herself when she'd purchased the set.
"And now... Now that we're partaking in this familiar little tradition, dear... Do you find yourself wondering what I might have in store? Are you cataloguing the intensity between the two of us for later use?"
Emma raises her own jaw and offers the Mayor a levelled look; keeping her poise as the brunette walks her backwards a couple of steps until her ass makes contact with the cabinets behind her.
"Show me."
The Mayor orders quietly.
"Show you what?"
The blonde asks, and Regina raises a brow, before placing her hands on the cabinets; one on either side of the Sheriff, rendering her trapped.
"What you do when you're thinking about me..."
This time, it's the blonde's turn to falter, but she swallows the initial wave of embarrassment the brunette's demand invokes and simply leans back a little so that the cabinets support her weight; her cool gaze level with the Mayor's.
Regina watches silently as the Sheriff trails one hand down her stomach to disappear into the shadows of scant silk; the younger woman spreading her legs so that the outsides of her wool-socked feet touch the insides of patent heels.
Alternating her attention between unabashed green and the flexing of the blonde's forearm as she moves her fingers, the Mayor leans forward and whispers in the younger woman's ear
"Is this how you do it? Here in the station? On the clock? On my time?"
"Once..."
Emma admits, and Regina makes an involuntary noise in the back of her throat; her eyes fluttering momentarily closed as she nips lightly at the vulnerable flesh beneath the younger woman's ear.
"...Did you scream?"
She murmurs against the warm promise of the blonde's throat.
"No."
The Sheriff smirks, studying the Mayor mischievously as her fingers move inside sodden silk.
"Knocked my coffee over, though, if that makes you feel any better."
Glaring at the blonde as she threatens to change track from the beautiful tension thrumming in the air between them, Regina shuts her up wetly, before taking a step back and demanding
"Show me your hand."
Frowning in confusion, the younger woman finally clues on to the Mayor's request with a faint blush as she withdraws her fingers from her underwear and splays them for Regina's inspection; glistening arousal catching the overheads.
"This is what I do to you?"
The brunette's voice is gravelly as she drinks in damning glitter.
"Well... It doesn't hurt that you're breathing in my ear and that I have a fairly good view down your shirt from this angle-"
Angry scarlet crashes against parted lips as the brunette thrusts her own hand aggressively inside the confines of expensive silk, earning herself a low mewl.
Dipping her fingers between slick folds, she smiles against soft lips as she feels just how excited their little conversation has left the Sheriff; knowing that her own underwear is now damply moulded to her sex.
Leaning into the younger woman with a little more purpose, she bites the latter's lip as slim fingers entangle themselves into her hair.
She needs more.
But it's also just a little unnerving doing this without the thrum of liquor in her veins and with the harsh light of the overheads throwing everything into stark relief.
Accosted with the well-illuminated fact that she has her fingers curled inside her arch-nemesis.
That she's a hair's-breadth away from fucking Emma Swan.
The pale hand wandering blindly down to find the clasp of her dress pants has her deciding she's willing to make this arguably terrible decision, and she orders the blonde huskily to wait so that she may step out of crisp linen and save herself from having to iron as soon as she gets home.
Her request is impatiently met, before the elaborate lace of today's underwear is torn down slender thighs without hesitation and the Sheriff hooks one arm around her shoulders while her free hand cups wanton heat with cruel promise. Thrusting her own fingers with malicious vigour, she uses her weight to slam the younger woman back against the filing cabinets to elicit a dampened cry that gets lost between parted lips.
Two fingers enter her in reprimand; curling up to find just the right spot to have her moaning and leaning into the blonde for support.
The purposeful grinding of the Sheriff's palm does little to help her situation, and she braces herself with the hand not working with sordid intent inside Emma's lingerie as she clings onto the filing cabinet and keeps the blonde effectively in place.
The husky moans whimpered into the dark waves of her hair have her speeding up her own attack for fear that the younger woman might destroy her there and then; Emma's tongue currently trailing a hot line down her throat.
"Oh, fuck, Regina..."
A choked growl, and she takes it as a sign that the blonde is in no better state than she is and quickens her fucking in a bid to finish what she tells herself she'd never come here for in the first place.
Emma becomes a little more vocal in response, before trailing her fingers a little further north and honing in on the Mayor's sweet spot; sending the darker woman over the edge and shaking against her with a loud cry.
Gathering herself as best as possible, the brunette opens her eyes and offers the panting Sheriff a warning look, before grinding down with her palm and going in for the kill.
She thrusts her fingers roughly three times - each accentuated by a breathy hum - before watching intently as the younger woman shudders tellingly and bites down hard on her bottom lip; her eyes tightly closed.
Swallowing, and taking a couple of steps back, Regina strives to catch her breath as Emma does the same; green eyes opening to regard her cautiously.
"Don't cross me again, Sheriff, or you'll pay for it."
The Mayor warns, pulling on her pants with curious grace given their situation.
"... I'm counting on it."