Emma pushes herself up so that she sits face to face with Regina, the brunette's legs draped over her own. Sly fingers tease their way through a curtain of gold; blindly searching for purchase and submission from navy lace.
"What the-... What the hell is wrong with this thing?"
The Mayor snarls low into her ear, while Emma tries to keep from squirming as impatient nails claw at her back. Deciding to take action before Regina can draw blood, she reaches up behind herself and tugs the crooked teeth loose.
"Hm. One of the many reasons to refrain from buying cheap underwear."
The brunette thins her lips in distaste.
"Well, I'm sorry I didn't put as much forethought into what to wear in case of a storm-induced romp as you did."
"That is an ugly word, Sheriff, and not my point. You wouldn't display a Rembrandt in a cheap frame."
"I wasn't planning on displaying anything!"
"Clearly, as even going so far as to select matching undergarments seems beyond you."
"Whatever you say, Picasso."
Emma mutters, receiving an irritable tug to her hair. Chuckling, she leans back and allows for the Mayor to trail a hot course down her sternum with her tongue. Veering to one side, Regina catches the narrow strap of unhooked lace between her teeth and drags it slowly down the blonde's shoulder until it dangles loosely against her arm. She repeats the action on the other side before pulling the cheap fabric away entirely; throwing it in the direction of the rest of the blonde's clothes.
"Much better..."
Regina runs her hand appreciatively up the valley between the blonde's breasts and offers her a decidedly wet kiss.
"Well, at least now I know how to sweeten you up next time we argue."
"Oh, do shut up, Miss Swan."
"Make me."
Emme challenges. Rolling her eyes, the brunette slips the younger woman her tongue, before pulling back to find the Sheriff grinning at her impishly.
Well, aren't you quite the schizophrenic little dear, Miss Swan
Regina pushes at the blonde's sternum with a little more force; guiding her back onto the sofa and following suit so that her slender frame gently crushes the pale form beneath her. She can feel the Sheriff's breasts moving against her own as ragged breaths whisper against her cheek. Readjusting herself so that Emma's thigh rubs against the quick-dampening crotch of her underwear, she smirks as the younger woman gasps upon discovering her wetness. Grinding down harder, she braces herself with a hand on the armrest behind Emma's head so as better to study her guest.
The blonde takes advantage of the space created between them to run her hands up the Mayor's sides before palming coyly at firm breasts. Regina moans quietly and rewards the Sheriff with a slow kiss. Her dark waves brush against pale cheeks teasingly, catching on dusky lashes, and she groans into the Sheriff's mouth as she feels her nipple rolled none too gently between slim fingers. She retaliates with an experimental nip to the blonde's lip; soon tasting fresh copper as she reopens the indents from her previous assault. The younger woman tenses in response and Regina feels rather than hears a soft keening below her, but before she can release wounded flesh from between her teeth, the thigh she straddles works a small rotation; effectively doubling the tantalising friction between her heat and Emma's leg.
"Oh god.."
She groans the words before she can stop herself; the blonde's lip still in place between gritted teeth. She feels the wetness in her mouth increase as that tell-tale metallic taste becomes stronger, and she finally lets the Sheriff go; bracing herself with the armrest again so she can look down upon pale features dancing with eery shadows cast by the fire. A thin trickle of blood flows freely from the blonde's lip and down her chin; the droplet catching on the sharp line of her jaw before descending into the hollow of her throat. Its progress is slow, and Regina is unsure how much time elapses as she watches the ruby pearl drop, but their breathing is harsh and synchronised, and the blonde's leg continues to slowly stimulate her through sodden silk.
I did that.
In spite of it being somewhat out of character, she expects to feel a small sense of guilt.
Really? Guilt?
Perhaps that would be too strong a word, but at least a sense of wrong-doing. But, looking down into eyes so diluted that only the thinnest rim of green is visible, she feels only arousal. As a woman in her position, she has occasionally inflicted measurable amounts of pain into her passion, but never before has the action been spurred on by the recipient. Pain is not something she herself has ever thought of as a particular turn-on - preferring the satisfaction of power over physical discipline - but the harsh breaths of the blonde beneath her and the darkness of her eyes urge her to rethink the matter.
"Do you like it rough, Sheriff?"
She asks, and she had been aiming for her enquiry to sound seductive, but she suppresses a cringe at how lame the question sounds when voiced; reminiscent of bad pornography at best. Regardless, the thigh working its magic against her centre grinds with new violence, and battered lips form a positively evil grin. Emma lifts her head to bring a pebbled nipple into her mouth; sharp teeth closing with measured force. Regina instantly grabs a fistful of hair from the crown of the Sheriff's scalp and slams her back down into the sofa, silently delighting in the small yelp and the wet smack as the younger woman relinquishes her flesh.
"What did I tell you about biting!?"
She demands furiously. The blonde smirks boldly up at her, misreading her audience, and the Mayor slams her body down roughly; forcing the air painfully from Emma's lungs. She remains nose to pretty nose with the younger woman, piercing her fiercely with her dark gaze.
"You will not mark me, Miss Swan! You will not-"
She slams her hips down into the blonde's again, eliciting another choked gasp.
"-treat me with anything other than respect. Just because you like things rough, doesn't mean you may manhandle me. Unlike you, I don't wish to be rut like a dog in the street!"
Green eyes flash angrily, but slip closed a moment later when the pink velvet of the Mayor's tongue finds her jaw and licks away the ugly red smear there; breaking up the movement to suck hard at the pale flesh of her throat while her teeth chafe delicate skin as she continues.
"But you do, don't you dear? You like for it to hurt... ah... Oh, so good... Am I right? ...Hmm?"
The Mayor's words are sporadic; broken by her nips to the Sheriff's flesh and the struggle for breath as she grinds herself against the blonde with greater earnest. Emma simply replies by letting out a shuddered sigh and stroking her fingers fervently over the bare skin of Regina's back. She takes care not to graze sweat-slick flesh with her nails; her hands dancing with a gentleness she wasn't aware she possessed.
"You like for it to be dirty... For it to be messy..."
The brunette continues her wet ministrations up the blonde's throat, erasing the trail of spilt blood, grazing her teeth and tongue along the latter's jaw, and occasionally pressing a harsh kiss to swollen lips.
"Because you are dirty aren't you, Miss Swan? You're filthy..."
Any other time and the words would make her want to retch with their cheap cliche, but as she rides the woman beneath her and whispers the words against hot flesh, she feels herself coming closer and closer to the brink, and the throaty half-moans leaving the blonde's mouth are only too telling. She releases her grip on Emma's hair and trails her hand down between them; playing it momentarily over scant lace, before yanking damp fabric to one side and slipping two fingers easily between slick folds. Emma's eyes shoot open from their lust-induced half-mast as she cries out, only to have the sound swallowed swiftly by the brunette's mouth.
Regina chuckles and begins a slow rhythm with her fingers, the blonde's leg trembling beneath the weight of her body but still continuing to move generously, if a little awkwardly
"Filthy... What do you suppose people would think? Their Sheriff lying on her back with her legs spread, liquored up and letting herself be touched like this? What do you think your sweet little housemate would make of it? If she really knew what her little girl liked to get up to?"
The Mayor teases dangerously, finding new power in her private knowledge as the Saviour pants beneath her.
"Shu- ah- shut up."
Emma growls, and Regina grins, wondering if she's hit a nerve, but with the way the blonde has her head thrashed to the side, eyes shut as she continues to move her hips in accordance with the Mayor's fingers, it makes it impossible to say. The brunette wonders if it's merely a form of defiant habit and grins wickedly.
"Why? Am I wrong?... Don't you go claiming innocence now, Sheriff. You like this... You like it when I fuck you..."
A low groan, and Regina smirks victoriously, before a strong leg hooks around her own and she finds herself toppling ungracefully off the sofa onto her back. A bone-cracking thunk follows as the Sheriff's kneecaps connect painfully with the stone floor on either side of her; a sudden weight crushing down on her stomach warmly.
Blonde tresses trail over her like vines, casting the Sheriff's face into shadow, but not so much so that the Mayor can't make out the telling gleam of white teeth grinning maliciously above her. She attempts to throw Emma off of her, but the blonde is strong and keeps her position easily. Regina gradually resists her urge to struggle; sufficing to glare up into that striking flash of teeth. Once the brunette stills, the Sheriff finally leans in closer, her hair falling softly over the Mayor's skin - devouring her - and whispering huskily into her ear
"That's right... I do."