Author's Note: Does get a little spicy (sexual references) but rating should still be ok. Thanks for reading. Might end it with this chapter.

Chapter 2: Lust

Emma was leaning head down against the wall closest to the cabinet. She was knocked back by the fumes and still slightly dazed by the entire thing.

"God, Swan. I can't turn my back on you for five minutes without you causing trouble! What part of don't touch do you not comprehend?" she exclaimed, whipping around to face the incompetent blonde.

With half lidded eyes she started to mumble an apology, "Sorry Regina, I don't know..." She stopped short as her eyes raised to meet with Regina's. They were shimmering, blazing with anger. She was magnificent. She had always seen it in her, as the other woman was always radiating beauty and magnificence, but seeing it now the blonde wasn't sure she could go on not acting upon her feelings. "Regina..." she breathed, her heartbeat increased rapidly, face flush and body temperature rising.

When Emma whispered her name Regina could feel her breath catch in her throat. Suddenly very light headed and dizzy Regina stumbled backwards finding the hard marble table with her back. Her hands went back to catch herself and was surprised at the cool relief that shuddered through her body as she rested on the icey marble block. Was it hot in here? She felt delirious as if she had came down with the flu, hard. "Emma... What's happening?" Her head was heavy and fuzzy as her eyes trailed up Emma, taking her time to appreciate how the jeans she was wearing tightly clung to the curve of her hips and thighs, and noticing how the top few buttons of her top were unbuttoned tastefully revealing the upper curves of her breasts. Easier to rip off. All other thoughts left her brain, the only thing on it was the blonde standing across from her and how she needed to get on top of her.

There were a few feet of distance between the two of them but they could feel each other's heat. They said nothing to each other for a few moments. Then Regina closed the distance between them. There was a voice in the queen's head screaming at her to snap out of it, to think about what's happening, but it was muted by the burning ache she felt in her body. She could feel it in Emma too. Neither of them could think, only act.

In one fluid motion Regina's lips met with Emma's. The sensation of Emma's fingers running through her hair only encouraged the brunette to deepen the kiss. Groping hands found Emma's backside.

With a fistful of Regina's hair Emma firmly pulled, exposing the queen's smooth neck. The blonde buried her face into the crook of her neck, planting searing kisses along the way. She could feel Regina's low moan vibrating on her lips. Gently the blonde sucked and nipped at the queen's neck eliciting more soft moans from the gorgeous woman. "Emma. I need you."

"God yes." She could scarcely believe this was happening but did not question it. She pulled away and planted her lips back on the queen's while simultaneously working the zipper on Regina's side. Her skirt dropped revealing a black lacy thong combined with thigh high stockings. She had often imagined what was underneath the mayor's formal outfits and she was proud to find out that she had not been too far off.

Regina snaked her hands up Emma's front and for a second tried to undo each button. With the growing heat between her legs, her patience wore thin. Opting for the faster approach she broke away from Emma for a brief second to rip her shirt off. Buttons went flying. Emma growled, she was going to do to her what Regina did to her shirt, "Ms. Mayor. I'm going to ravage you."

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It wasn't until they were both on the floor collapsed into each other from exhaustion that they realized the full extent of their actions. It was an odd feeling, decidedly not one similar to a drunken one night stand. There was full clarity on the events that transpired but how it happened was unclear.

"That was..." Regina said still nestled in Emma's arms.

"Incredible?" the blonde finished. Emma unconsciously held her breath, hoping that this moment would never pass but she could already feel Regina fidgeting next to her. The moment had passed and Regina untangled herself from the blonde and propped herself up on her arm to face Emma. It took everything the blonde had not to look down and ogle the exposed queen. She wanted to commit every inch of her body to memory.

"We were under some sort of spell Emma. And while yes, it was altogether a..." she strained with finding an appropriate word. "good time, we don't know if there will be long term consequences. I'm not even sure what happened. I don't think I've ever exercised such lack of self control in my life."

"So what you're saying is that you often have to exercise self control around me?" Emma asked wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"Eugh. Swan this is serious."

"So... can I take that as a yes?" Regina rolled her eyes.

"Yes Miss Swan. I very often have the urge to smack you upside the head but I don't. Now that's an immeasurable amount of self control."

"We just had crazy awesome sex and we're still on a 'Miss Swan' name basis? You weren't shy about screaming my name just a few minutes ago." The only response she got was a piercing glare. "Come on Gina."

"Don't call me that." She said, curtly ending the banter. "We have more important things to think about. Like what the hell you were messing with." Regina got up and with a flick of her hand was dressed and immaculate as if nothing had happened. Emma on the other hand had a wild case of sex hair, smudged makeup and clothes that were either wrinkled or ripped.

Emma really wanted to talk about what happened but decided to drop it, for now. They were going to discuss it a different time, she would make sure of that. As Emma went to pick up her clothes strewn randomly about, Regina went to her cabinet to investigate.