"Take them off."
Seconds crawl past, and still, the Sheriff remains motionless. Regina tilts her jaw to look up at the blonde irritably; not accustomed to being denied what she wants, especially in a situation such as this. Pale skin blushes crimson, Emma's bottom lip caught between her teeth. It's an expression the Mayor finds undeniably sexy, largely due to the fact that it's the result of nervousness; the seductive nature of the act a happy side-effect.
Well, look who's suddenly come over all shy...
And, she could taunt Emma - after all, it's what comes naturally - but the situation is fragile, and she doesn't want the moment to break just yet. Instead, she places her hands gently over Emma's own.
What the hell? She wants to hold hands now?
The blonde looks down at where the Mayor's palms rest over her fingers quizzically. She's never been one for handholding, or anything else in that horrifically intimate spectrum. She battles internally with the urge to pull her hands out from beneath the brunette's soft palms, but the Mayor's grip is firm, and rather than stroking and caressing, the darker woman simply begins to manipulate pale fingers from the denim hooks of her Levi's. Emma allows her hands to be guided up and away from her jeans; holding them out awkwardly with her palms splayed loosely towards Regina as she awaits communication on what comes next.
The Mayor hooks her fingers into denim loops and tugs downward. The blonde falls forward as her jeans are ripped halfway down her thighs; clutching Regina's shoulders and letting out a harsh gasp of surprise into the perfect shell of her ear.
"Fuck!"
She yelps, and she feels scarlet lips smirk into her hair in response to her breathless curse as manicured hands release rough denim and rest gently on the smooth skin of her thighs; cupping them from behind a few inches below the swell of her ass.
With Emma bent into her still on her knees, Regina allows her gaze to travel the bare planes of the younger woman's shoulder blades before continuing down over the thin fabric of her top to appreciate the pale expanse of the small of her back and the delicate red lace recently revealed.
She momentarily considers making wearing cotton shorties illegal.
Aesthetic appeal aside, the fact still remains that the blonde had lied, and the Mayor refuses to let such things slide. She brings the flat of her hand down hard on the rounded flesh of the Sheriff's backside with enough force to leave a mark. A choked yelp in her ear assures her that her lesson is well on its way to being learnt, as Emma pushes herself up and shakes messy hair out of wide eyes that flash an angry grey.
"Did you just fucking spank me?!"
The blonde's fingers dig into her shoulders, and Regina regards the younger woman cooly as she leans back to give herself a better vantage point from which to glare down haughtily. A small twitch to the side of Emma's mouth betrays amusement in spite of her anger at the act. The Mayor merely smiles; running a finger lazily over the waistband of lace at Emma's backside.
"You lied to me, Miss Swan, and that's something I simply cannot allow to go unpunished."
She reasons, and the blonde raises a brow as she studies her incredulously.
"You're gonna punish me? Seriously!? As in 'you've been a bad, bad girl, Emm'-A!"
The Sheriff's sarcasm breaks into a shocked squeak as smooth hands cup her ass firmly and jerk her roughly forward again; crimson lips swallowing her goading with a violent clashing of teeth. She cries out, surprised; the sound curiously muffled as Regina bites down on her bottom lip before entwining her fingers into cornsilk tangles, thus forcing the blonde's head back to attack her throat with a similar onslaught of tongue and teeth.
"Wh- What are you doing?"
Emma whispers hoarsely, and Regina smirks against her skin; nipping playfully the younger woman's pulse point to elicit a sharp intake of breath. She soothes abused flesh with her tongue, chuckling at the tense rigidity of the blonde's finely muscled frame as she battles between resistance and relish.
"I would have thought it was fairly obvious, dear."
"Regina, ah, stop..."
The anxiety evident in Emma's tone is juxtaposed by the way her hands - previously clamped on the brunette's shoulders - flutter down the fine silk of the Mayor's suit jacket before she loops her arms loosely around the latter's neck. Leaning back slightly, Emma forces the darker woman to stall in her ministrations; green eyes glittering with confusion as they capture Regina's own.
"Why are you-... I didn't think you even-... I thought you hated me?"
She frowns.
"Oh, I do, dear"
The Mayor agrees, hands that never left the smooth skin of the younger woman's ass creeping softly up to rest on her hips in order to guide her gently down to bring their gaze level. Emma studies the brunette's face curiously; drinking in fine features and taking in every small detail. The latter's signature red lipstick is now just a ghosted memory; its remnants smudged salaciously outside of natural lines. A small scar mars Regina's upper lip, and the blonde runs a fingertip over its length.
"Good, at least it's mutual..."
She replies finally.
"What is?"
"I hate you, too."
She admits, uncertain whether she speaks the truth, but now hardly seems the time to dwell on her complicated feelings over the matter, and she presses her lips hesitantly against Regina's, making no demand for access; no urgency, just testing the water. The Mayor bites the inside of her cheek to keep from smirking into their kiss; Emma's tentative behaviour surprising her.
The soft flutter of breath against her skin as Regina stifles her amusement is not lost on the Sheriff, and she pulls away immediately as though scalded. Stormy eyes flashing distrustfully, she swiftly masks any hurt feelings with a sneer as she glares at the brunette.
"Something funny?"
She demands, her voice dangerously low, and Regina represses a shiver.
If she continues to use that tone, she can have whatever she wants...
"I just never figured you to be the shy, retiring type."
The Mayor muses, knowing full well that the younger woman is unlikely to appreciate either of these terms and delighting in the fact.
"Well, I never figured you for a sexual predator, and yet, here we are..."
Emma hisses, and the brunette glares at her for her vile insinuation.
"Sexual predator? Really, dear? I believe you started all of this with your little display of indecent exposure."
"I was proving a point! I didn't ask you to molest me!"
Emma snaps, and Regina laughs at the indignation in her tone, not missing the sparkle glittering in green eyes; daring her to continue despite verbal complaints to the contrary. She uses the ridges of the blonde's hipbones to steer her to one side; guiding her so that she straddles one suit-clad knee. She runs her fingers lightly up and down the smooth expanse of Emma's thighs as the latter curls her fingers into her hair.
It's soft and gentle, and so out of character that neither woman can fathom what the other's next move will be.
Manicured fingers travel teasingly high up Emma's thighs, causing the younger woman to shudder and give one last fleeting attempt to talk some sense into the situation.
"We shouldn't-"
Regina finds her lips swiftly, removing her hands from pale thighs to cup the Sheriff's cheeks; preventing her from pulling away.
"You talk too much, Miss Swan."
She scolds, and as she mutters these words, Emma takes advantage of her open mouth and slips her tongue between parted lips; seemingly deciding to take on the stance of 'if you can't beat them, join them'.
The Mayor permits their kiss to deepen - handing over momentary control; unable to distinguish Emma's taste from her own as everything is apples - before biting down hard on the blonde's bottom lip and increasing the pressure until she's rewarded with a soft cry and the salted taste of iron.
Pulling back slowly, she drinks in a red smear colouring the younger woman's mouth with masked surprise; taken aback that Emma would allow her bite to intensify to the point of drawing blood. She drags an experimental thumb over broken flesh, rubbing away the scarlet stain and exposing teeth strikingly white by contrast. The blonde nips suddenly at the pad of her thumb; scraping the bloodied whorl of the tip with her teeth.
So much for being the shy, retiring type...
Regina swallows, and she leans back in to capture Emma's lips with newfound vigour; the taste of cider marred with the coppery tang of the younger woman's blood. Pale hands creep up the front of her jacket, finding the lapels and pulling the material roughly aside to expose her sleeveless silk blouse and the equally soft flesh of her arms. She lets out a soft moan as the Sheriff's mouth leaves hers to start a smouldering trail down her jaw towards her collarbone - all teeth and tongue; sharp then soothing - while the blonde's fingers start to work blindly at the buttons of her blouse with admirable dexterity.
"Don't start something you can't finish, Sheriff..."
She warns. Sharp teeth graze aggressively against her collarbone in response, the fingers now working between the valley of her breasts suddenly tugging hard at the expensive material; ripping her shirt the rest of the way open and leaving her in no doubt that Emma has every intention of finishing what they've started.