Chapter Twenty

Emma was stood in the doorway of the mayor's office for a full minute before Regina finally realised that someone was looking at her. She glanced up and, upon finding Emma watching her with a slightly bemused expression on her face, violently jumped in her seat.

'Emma,' she said, pressing a hand to the hollow of her throat. She hadn't seen the sheriff since their conversation in her living room two nights before, and she immediately found herself waiting for Emma to commence with the shouting and the resentment that she for some reason hadn't quite managed to come out with at the time. 'I'm sorry. I didn't hear you come in.'

Emma threw her a lopsided smile, closing the door behind her and leaning back against it.

'Yeah. I gathered that.'

Regina smiled weakly in response. 'What are you doing here?'

'Nothing really. I just… wanted to say thank you.'

Emma watched as Regina visibly sunk with relief. 'Oh. For what?'

'The present.'

'Ah. I see. So you did get it, then?' Regina asked, leaning back in her chair.

'I did,' Emma replied, crossing her hands over behind her back. 'So, thank you. It was… really great, actually.'

'I'm glad you liked it,' Regina replied, pushing her chair back and getting to her feet. She smiled as she leaned her hip against the side of her desk. 'But, you know, you could have emailed me to say that – you didn't have to come all the way down here.'

'I know,' Emma said, leaning her head back against the door. 'I just realised that the last time that I actually came to visit you at work was the day that I stormed in shouting at you about the town meeting. I thought maybe it would be nice to… overwrite that.'

As she always did, Regina flinched at the memory: at how that moment had been the very last time that she had ever seen the outraged, exasperated expression that she had always come to associate with Emma, before Moe had suddenly snatched it away from her.

'I see,' she eventually said, looking down at where her hand was resting on the desk. 'Well. That was certainly a nice thought. But I'm afraid it may have come at a bit of a bad time.'

'Did it?'

'Yes. I have a meeting in ten minutes… I have to clear up the office before the councillors arrive.'

Emma suddenly smirked. 'I know.'

'You do?'

'Yeah. All of the people waiting in the lobby told me. And your assistant. And your security guard. He nearly tackled me to the ground trying to stop me from coming up here.'

Regina blinked. 'But you came in anyway?'

'Yeah. I did.'

'…why?'

To answer, Emma dropped her gaze to the floor at Regina's feet and reached out one hand from behind her back. It found the door's lock. The sound of it clicking shut reverberated through the room, hitting Regina so hard in her chest that she wasn't sure that she could quite remember how to breathe for a moment.

As Regina stood there staring, her hands hanging uselessly by her sides, Emma strode across the room and grabbed hold of her by the front of her jacket. Regina had barely registered that she was being pushed backwards until suddenly the back wall of the office slammed against her spine, knocking the air out of her.

'What are you doing?' she stammered. Emma responded by burying her face against her neck, biting down just deep enough into the darkness below her hair that no one but her would be able to see the mark that she had left behind.

A breath shuddered from Regina's lungs as she reached up to Emma's shoulders to try and push her away. The tips of her fingers had barely made contact with the leather of her jacket before Emma's own hands reached out to snatch hold of her wrists, pinning them back against the wall. Her mouth fell forwards against Regina's protesting lips, cutting off the muted objection and turning it instead into a startled moan.

After a moment Emma started to let go of Regina's wrists, dragging her fingers across the fabric of her jacket until they reached the lapels. Holding Regina against the wall with her body, she tugged the jacket off of her shoulders and let it drop to the floor beside them. Regina groaned from somewhere deep within her throat, wordlessly telling Emma that they needed to stop, and yet never quite bringing herself to push her away again. Emma's knee had slipped between her legs, pushing the fabric of her skirt upwards, and even though it wasn't making contact with her just yet she could still feel its heavy presence like it was an animal waiting to pounce.

Emma kept kissing her, slowly undoing each and every button on her blouse, and Regina found herself letting her. The warmth of a tightly coiled body pressed so firmly up against her was so terrifying and familiar and addictive; like sitting next to a fire close enough to get burned, and as much as she told herself that she wanted Emma to stop touching her, she was already dryly laughing at herself for trying to convince herself of it.

When Emma's mouth returned to its favourite position at the base of her throat, Regina's eyes fluttered open to see shadows passing over the frosted glass of the office's door. She finally registered that she could hear voices outside.

'Emma,' she muttered, her voice low. 'You have to stop. They're all waiting.'

Emma responded by continuing to drag her teeth across her neck. Once she had finished unbuttoning Regina's shirt she let her hands skitter across the taut muscles of her stomach, crawling their way up to her breasts and squeezing down hard. Regina gasped, her head thudding back against the wall.

'Emma, please,' she groaned, her fingernails digging into the small of the sheriff's back. 'They're going to find us.'

'I locked it,' Emma muttered into her hair.

'But—'

Her protests were immediately cut off by Emma's lips as they found their way back onto hers. Regina heard herself sighing, and she instantly cursed herself for it. Then Emma's tongue found its way past her barely objecting lips and slowly, languidly, began to delve its way deeper into her mouth. Regina groaned yet again, slowly allowing her arms to slide fully around Emma's neck, as she finally permitted her own tongue reach forwards to meet it.

When she felt Regina finally responding, Emma grinned against her lips. She began to push her leg further forwards, forcing the weight of her body onto the flat surface of her thigh, and shivered at the gasp that was released from Regina's mouth when it finally found its anchor between her own legs.

'Oh, God,' Regina muttered, lacing her fingers through a mess of tangled curls. Her hips started to roll forwards to meet Emma's thigh of their own accord, and suddenly it appeared that she could do nothing to stop them. She knew that she must look desperate and ridiculous; clinging onto Emma as she pinned her against the wall, whimpering into her hair and grinding against the denim of her jeans like a cat in heat – but for some reason she had already stopped caring. She could feel Emma's fingernails raking down her bare back and she could faintly taste peanut butter on her tongue as she dragged it through her mouth. Every one of her senses was being drowned with Emma. She realised then it didn't matter if the door was locked or not – if someone walked in, it would take more than an outraged gasp and the judging looks of a group of councillors whom she didn't care about to make her stop swimming in it.

She groaned when she felt Emma's hands slipping out from underneath her shirt, desperately trying to pull her back again. And then she felt the prying fingers at the bottom of her skirt, teasing it upwards until her sheer black panties were fully exposed. She suddenly stopped struggling.

'Emma…' she said warningly – though, what she was warning her against, she couldn't say. Emma seemed to realise this too, and Regina watched as something wickedly dark flashed through the greenness of her eyes. She quickly leaned forwards and pressed a kiss onto Regina's pouting lips. A moan then shuddered through the both of them as she reached down and dragged the ridges of her knuckles against the already wet fabric of Regina's underwear.

Regina's head thudded back against the wall, the sound of Emma's name hissing from her mouth before either one of them could silence it. Emma smirked, leaning forwards and catching Regina's bottom lip between her front teeth so that she could gently tug it downwards. A perfect set of white teeth was exposed; carelessly parted so that Regina could try and suck in the room's heavy air. She felt Emma's knuckles retract from between her legs for just a moment and her breathing turned to moaning; her hands slipping down from their position around Emma's neck and instead taking up residence at the belt that was looped through her jeans. As she started to undo it, Emma suddenly snatched her hands up between their two bodies and pressed her mouth against Regina's ear.

'No,' she murmured, her breath warm and running across Regina's skin like melted caramel. 'Not today.'

'But—'

'No. Shut up,' Emma said, squeezing harder on Regina's wrists as she caught her earlobe with the tip of her tongue. Drawing it into her mouth with a sharp intake of breath, she continued to mutter into the shell of her ear. 'This is for you.'

'Emma…'

Emma laughed.

'And you can say my name all you want,' she murmured. 'Because I can get off on that alone, you know. I don't even need you to touch me.'

Regina's eyes snapped back open again.

'You—?'

'No. Stop talking.' Emma finally released Regina's wrists from her grip and pushed them down to her sides. 'Now.'

Regina bristled for only a moment, until she realised that her hands had found Emma's waist again and were using her belt simply to tug her back towards her. Emma glanced down, seeing this, and smirked.

'Better,' she hummed.

She pressed her lips back against Regina's, more softly this time; easing Regina's mouth open and curling her tongue through it like she was tasting ice cream. Outside the door there were more voices: they were talking loudly, impatiently. There were comments on the time and comments on the closed door. Regina screwed her eyes shut and ignored every single one of them.

She could feel Emma's hands leaving her neck and slipping back down her body once more. Stopping at her chest momentarily to graze two thumbs over aching nipples, her fingers began to tiptoe across the muscles of her stomach until they reached the skirt that was still bunched up around Regina's waist.

With every inch that they moved downwards, Regina could feel her chest beginning to swell with the effort of sucking in breath after breath. The feeling of Emma's nails skittering across her skin was light and almost ticklish; like cool breezes and nervous butterflies and waiting in line for a rollercoaster. Regina's lungs kept swelling, and suddenly she wasn't sure that they could take the strain of waiting for those fingers to find what they were looking for.

And then they reached the waistband of her panties, and the rollercoaster took off: a hundred miles an hour; rocketing her up into the sky, and backwards into the wall.

Gripping the back of Emma's neck with one hand, Regina pulled her forwards into a biting kiss just as a warm hand slipped down the front of her underwear. Her moan of relief was barely stifled by Emma's lips. As Emma began to drag the side of her index finger along the wet slit between Regina's legs, she could already feel her beginning to tremble against her chest. Emma reached up her free hand and gripped hold of Regina beneath her jaw, kissing her all the more fiercely, waiting until she heard that familiar pleading moan that Regina would never admit to vocalising. As soon as it came, Emma smirked and drove a single finger deep into her pussy.

The groan that came from Regina's lips vibrated through the both of them, and suddenly both of her arms were thrown around Emma's neck, hauling her forwards and tangling the pair of them together. Emma released Regina's throat from her grip and pressed her hand against the wall instead, holding them both up as she began to drive that finger in and out of her slick core. One finger became two, and Regina's quiet sighs became moans. Emma twisted her hand slightly within the confines of her panties and allowed the palm of her knuckle to roll against her clit, grinding against it with every few strokes and driving Regina's already heaving chest towards threatening to explode. Burying her face in Emma's neck, Regina bit down against her shoulder and tried to suppress a whimper. It reverberated through Emma's skin, raising tiny bumps along her aching arms, but somehow causing her to only work her fingers harder and faster and harsher.

As soon as Regina's moans became too erratic, Emma would ease off in the worst possible way. The moment that she felt Regina's breathing begin to slow, even just slightly, she would lean the whole weight of her body against the palm of her hand and shock the nerves in Regina's clit so severely that her whole body would arch like it had been electrocuted. Every time that Regina moaned into her ear, pleading with her to make her come, to please, please, please put her out of her misery and give her what she wanted – she would stop moving altogether. She would kiss her lips tenderly to stop her from screaming and then pull back, smirking slightly to see the tears of frustration that were pricking at her dark eyes.

'Emma,' she croaked out, feeling Emma's knuckle graze momentarily against her clit as she withdrew from her panties entirely, trying her hardest not to scream out loud. 'Will you please… please… just—'

'Madame Mayor?'

A voice suddenly erupted from the other side of the door. Regina groaned to herself, her head thudding backwards against the wall. Emma leaned forwards, laughing, and dragged her tongue up the pulsing skin of her throat.

When he didn't receive a reply, the man on the other side of the door tentatively tried the handle. He found it locked, and both women heard his tersely impatient sigh.

'Mayor Mills? Is the meeting still going ahead?'

Swallowing down tears that would have verged on hysterical had they been allowed to surface, Regina took a deep breath.

'Yes,' she called out. 'I'll be right with you.'

Partially impressed and partially bitterly disappointed by how the mayor's voice hadn't so much as trembled, Emma abruptly pressed the palm of her hand against the throbbing wetness of her pussy. Before she could stop herself, Regina cried out; her hands reaching up to grab hold of Emma's jacket and tug her towards her.

'Oh God,' she spluttered, a tear leaking out from beneath her closed eyelids. Emma bit down on her lip, forcing back a moan of her own, and pushed two fingers easily back inside of her.

As Regina's body began to arch against the wall, her hips rolling in steadfast synchronisation with the driving motion of Emma's fingers, her groans only grew louder. Emma leaned forwards against her forehead, watching with fascination as Regina's usually perfectly composed face began to flush and tremble and succumb to a streak of agonised tears. Emma realised then that she couldn't possibly deny her what she was desperately looking for any longer – it would kill her. But not before Regina had raised her fingers to her throat and killed Emma herself.

Pressing her left hand over Regina's parted lips in a delusional attempt at silencing her, Emma finally pushed a third finger between the mayor's legs and began to grind the pad of her thumb against her throbbing clit. Regina cried out against her skin.

Leaning forwards and exhaling against the shell of her ear, Emma whispered, 'Be quiet, Madame Mayor. We don't want them getting jealous. Do we?'

Regina couldn't reply. The sound of Emma's voice, low with captivation and undeniable arousal, sent shivers running through every nerve in her body, and suddenly her whole frame was twitching. Emma pressed her hand more firmly against her mouth, trying to smother the frantic moans that were now erupting from deep within it: when that failed, she tore her hand away and replaced it with her lips.

As an arching, shattering orgasm finally began to surge throughout Regina's body, Emma could feel her name being sighed into her mouth without Regina ever saying it. Her fingers were clutched desperately onto the back of Emma's neck, clinging onto her and silently begging her to stop her from falling. Emma held onto her as tightly as she could, her right hand still driving between her legs, bringing Regina so high up on her peak that when she reached the top, she could have exploded. The room around her faded to nothing for a moment as that rollercoaster catapulted her into the stars, sucking the air itself from her body, with only the weight of Emma's frame pressed up against her reminding her that she needed to come back to earth again.

At long last, when her body had finally stopped shaking and she was collapsed back against the wall, Emma withdrew her fingers from between her legs. In that moment she allowed herself one gratuitous study of Regina's face: her cheeks were flushed, her lips were burned red with smeared lipstick, and her exposed chest was still heaving upwards as she struggled to catch her breath. She looked exhausted. She had never looked more beautiful.

When Regina finally opened her eyes, she found Emma watching her, languidly licking her fingers. Even as she glowered, Emma didn't bother to suppress the smug smile that was still playing about her lips.

'Oh, god,' Regina muttered to herself, pressing a sweaty palm against her forehead. 'We just… oh, no.'

Emma bit down on her bottom lip, trying not to laugh. 'Yeah. We did. But, if it helps – they probably only heard, like, the last two thirds of it.'

'Miss Swan,' Regina choked out, reaching down to tug her skirt back into place. Buttoning up her blouse with startling dexterity, she forced herself to look away from the woman who was stood so calmly before her. She wanted to be furious at her – she was furious at her. She was almost certain that she had never been angry before in her entire life. And yet, the moment that her clothes were back on and she had managed to take a single breath of sobering air, she found herself tumbling forwards and pulling Emma back into the most ferocious, possessive kiss that either of them had ever felt.

'You need to go,' she sighed as she pushed Emma away from her again.

Emma tilted her head to one side, still smirking slightly. 'Are you sure? I can hang around for a bit longer, if you want.'

Regina rolled her eyes, reaching out to wipe some of her own lipstick off of the sheriff's mouth. 'You know, you might just be my least favourite person in the world right now.'

'Really?' Emma said, catching Regina's hand and pressing a kiss against the inside of her wrist. 'Only might be? That's disappointing. Who am I tying with for first place?'

Regina narrowed her eyes for a moment, then leaned forwards to press her lips against Emma's ear.

'The fools waiting outside,' she murmured, trailing one finger down Emma's shoulder, 'who are currently stopping me from getting my revenge against you right on the edge of this desk.'

She felt Emma immediately shiver. Allowing herself to claim that tiny victory, Regina pulled back once more.

'I want to see you tonight,' she said, watching as Emma nervously wetted her lips.

Emma nodded without needing to think about it; without even needing to reply. Regina's lips quirked upwards. Then Emma reached out to squeeze Regina's hand for one last moment, before taking a deep breath and striding over towards the locked door.

She threw it open with the bitterest, angriest look on her face that she could muster. The group of men and women who were waiting outside, some of whom were sat on the floor with their briefcases perched in their laps, collectively jumped.

'Thank you, Madame Mayor,' she threw over her shoulder. Regina found herself wincing at the tone – the tone that had once been so utterly, almost comfortably familiar, but was now like a blade between her ribs. 'For your overwhelming support.'

Emma turned back to glare at her, the faintest hint of a smile flashing through her eyes, before she stormed off down the corridor with her boots thudding against the floor.

One by one, a dozen pairs of eyes turned to slowly look at where Regina Mills was stood in the very centre of her office. She was blinking frantically, trying to regain her composure.

A few of the men exchanged looks as they were finally granted access to the office: it was a shame, really. Everyone had heard that the mayor and the sheriff had somehow, miraculously, become friends. From the looks on both of the women's faces though, teamed with the muffled sounds of shouting that had been coming from behind that frosted glass door, it would appear that things had slowly started to return to the way that they had once been.

The councillors shook their head in pity at the mayor, who was stumbling around the office with her cheeks still slightly flushed. Poor woman, they thought. The sheriff must really have given it to her good.

A/N: Sooooo that last time that I posted a smutty smutty chapter a lot of you got a bit mad at me because I didn't warn you that it was coming and then some people ended up accidentally reading it at work and were left feeling kind of uncomfortable for the rest of the day... so I WAS going to put a little warning at the start of this chapter. But then I was like YOU KNOW WHAT, NOPE, THAT'LL JUST RUIN THE SURRRRRRRRRPRISE so fuck it, I just left it and because of that I probably just ruined some of your days all over again. WHOOPSIE, SORRY GUYS. MY BAD! ;)