A/N: Not that this scene doesn't get a little heated in its own right, but if you want more of the Convent Girl side to the story, I also have a short story called ROLE PLAY which is a tag-on to this fic that I never got round to slotting in. It's just a few smut scenes between these two that occur at some point or other after the conversations had in this chapter. Enjoy that if you're interested, and this! :)
The Mayor stands with her back to the Sheriff as the younger woman enters the bathroom; smiling at her salaciously through her reflection in the mirror that hangs above the sink. Running a hand slowly down the flat plane of her bare stomach, she tilts her head first one way and then the other as though trying to rid herself of an irritable stiffness, smirking at the way Emma's gaze follows the path of her descending hand reflected in the mirror.
Her mischievous fingers soon disappear from view as the glass only reaches so low as her navel, causing the Sheriff to let out a small sigh before her attention falls to the darker woman's pert backside which is most definitely not a reflection, but the real thing. Fantasy made flesh. Padding slowly up behind Regina, she presses herself flush against the Mayor's bare body, brushing her lips down the slender column of her throat; twin pairs of lustful eyes drinking in the sordid vision they create.
God damn, we make an attractive couple.
The darker woman smiles inwardly, tilting her head to allow the Sheriff better access. The blonde applies gentle pressure to her pulse point and the Mayor lets out a low groan, resisting her immediate instinct to let her eyes slip blissfully closed in favour of watching the younger woman's mouth assault her flesh - pink tongue flickering occasionally into view - as green eyes hold her own predatorily in the glass.
"You're wearing far too many clothes, dear..."
She hisses; turning her head to speak directly into the Sheriff's ear. She closes her eyes with a wince as soon as the words leave her lips, trying to chase away the memory of the blonde saying much the same thing while lying beneath her on the cot in the jail cell before being left to her fate. Fortunately, she seems to be the only one suffering uneasy flashbacks, as Emma simply smirks before taking a step back.
The Mayor swallows the small noise of disappointment that threatens to escape her lips as the younger woman's heat disappears from her wanting flesh.
Turning to face the blonde, Regina raises an eyebrow in haughty amusement as the Sheriff strips herself off with all the dignity and poise of a five-year-old boy wishing to play in the mud. Chuckling huskily at Emma's ill-hidden eagerness, she wets her lips as her dark eyes dance with carnal mirth.
"My, my... A little eager to get naked for a convent girl, aren't you?"
Again, as soon as she's uttered the words, she regrets them; knowing the Sheriff well enough to suspect she's less than accepting of jokes at the expense of her childhood. In this instance, Emma surprises her; offering a coy wink as she pulls the elastic from her hair and shakes out her curls in a way that causes the brunette's breath to hitch audibly.
"Well, you know what they say about convent girls..."
She teases, and Regina lets out a low chuckle, taking a step towards the blonde so that they stand nose to nose.
"No? What's that, Miss Swan?"
She asks curiously, and the Sheriff's salacious smirk lingers a moment longer before it disintegrates into a lopsided grin as she shrugs her bare shoulders lazily.
"Actually, I have no idea. I just hear we feature in porn on a fairly regular basis."
The younger woman confides, and the brunette lets out an unguarded bark of laughter which feels foreign in the air between them, shaking her head as she regards Emma with a raised brow and bemused grin.
"My mind is positively racing with images of you in a little habit, clutching your rosary."
"I wasn't a fucking nun! And it wasn't really a 'convent' convent, it was just supported by the local church and we had to attend Sunday school and stuff."
"Then my mind is racing with images of you struggling to bite your incessant tongue through Sunday school... In a habit... With nothing underneath..."
"My thirteen-year-old self would be thrilled she was the star of such fantasies."
The blonde retorts sarcastically, her tongue poking out from between her teeth, and the brunette lunges forward like lightning to bite at its tip warningly. Emma lets out a low chuckle, snaking her arm playfully around the brunette's waist as she murmurs dangerously into the perfect shell of her ear to counter the irritation she senses from the Mayor for the insinuation of her inappropriate thoughts.
"And why imagine me naked beneath a robe when you have the real thing right now?..."
She teases, and Regina shivers; the Sheriff's breath tickling her cheek as she whispers. Running her hands sensually up the younger woman's back, she drags her nails roughly down the twin blades of her shoulders, garnering both a surprised yelp and the intriguing sight of eight long, red lines marring pale skin in the mirror.
"Are you always this crude in the morning?"
She asks.
"Says the woman who begged me to strip."
"I don't remember begging."
"Not verbally maybe... But your eyes? They were all 'yes, Emma, get naked'... You love it."
"Dear God, how does Miss Blanchard put up with you?"
"Oh, well, she doesn't want to get me naked."
Emma chuckles.
"Of course she doesn't! She's your-... Housemate."
The brunette hides the disgust brought on by her private knowledge, opting instead to find the blonde's lips hungrily. She muses absentmindedly on the absurd length of time it's been since she's woken up to a lover who has stayed the night, and how easily she has forgotten the curious arousal that comes from the type of play that exists - inexplicably - only in the morning.
Of course she doesn't want you naked. And besides. You're mine.
Finding the Sheriff's hips and using them to steer her backwards into the spacious glass-walled shower stall, she pushes the younger woman up against the wall, letting her tongue dip slyly between obediently parted lips.
She slams her hand out onto the chrome depressor that starts the shower without warning, readying herself for the inevitably icy spray as the shower gushes forth its initial shuddering bursts; revelling in the uncharacteristically feminine squeal this elicits from the blonde pressed against her.
"Shut up!"
She presses her palm roughly over the younger woman's mouth to muffle her scream, but her dark eyes glitter with good humour as she drinks in the blonde's wide-eyed look of shock. Already, the water begins to heat up blissfully, but her skin feels deliciously taut and sensitive after its icy torture. A glance down at the Sheriff's enviably tight frame lets her know she isn't alone. She is about to voice a salacious comment on the way the blonde's nipples peak delightfully in protest to their attack when Emma subdues her with a wicked stroke of her tongue along the length of the middle finger of the hand still clamped over her lips.
"Ugh!"
Regina retracts her hand instantly with a scowl, but neither of them is fooled by the act; the brunette's chest flushing slightly as her eyes dart hungrily over the blonde's pale face. The Sheriff laughs impishly before the sound becomes muffled as the brunette leans in closer to push up against her.
"Behave yourself..."
The Mayor's stern warning only serves to make the Sheriff laugh harder, spurred on as sly fingers tickle traitorously at her ribs. Her husky giggles cut off swiftly, however, when Regina strokes her assaulting hand swiftly downward and dips her fingers inside slick warmth.
"Oh!"
Emma lets out a low gasp, before moving her own hands down to rest over the soft round of the Mayor's backside, taking a firm hold of supple cheeks and grinding the darker woman against her; trapping Regina's hand between their water-slick flesh.
"If you bruise me, Sheriff..."
The brunette's tone is dangerous with warning; spoken into the damp skin of the younger woman's throat. She runs her teeth over delicate tendons in reward when strong fingers ease up their hold on her instantly. She waits for Emma to complain about double standards - the marks lining her shoulder blades surely stinging beneath the hot water - but the blonde only hums appreciatively; her head tipped back against the wall and her eyes closed.
"Good girl."
Regina praises huskily, moving back and reaching down for the amber and orange blossom shampoo that rests on a small built-in ledge to their side. Squeezing a generous amount of the fragrant suds into her hands, she massages the lather slowly into drenched golden tresses; the weight of the water pulling the younger woman's curls long and straight.
She feels the Sheriff jerk beneath her ministrations and leans back to study her curiously, rolling her eyes when Emma squints back at her with a pained grin of bemusement as she scrunches up her face against the sting of the shampoo.
"Did it not occur to you to close your eyes?"
Regina scolds haughtily.
"It did... It also occurred to me that when I look down, your breasts are right in my eye-line..."
Emma reasons, and the Mayor smirks, brushing the back of her hand gently over the blonde's soapy lashes with a long-suffering sigh. Her breath is cut short when soft lips press wantonly against her own.
They remain that way for almost a minute, slowly tasting each other as the pounding water rinses the suds from the Sheriff's hair.
Emma peeks down at the shelf containing the brunette's bath products curiously as a hand comes to rest in the valley between her breasts and perfect teeth pull gently at her bottom lip. Running a finger wickedly through the neat curls between the Mayor's thighs, she steps back to receive an irritated glower.
"I'm not the only one who's dirty, Madame Mayor."
She challenges. Regina raises an eyebrow; the Sheriff's tone uncharacteristically sugary. The innocent sweetness of her words is hot in itself, but the debauched smirk on kiss-swollen lips cinches the deal. The brunette shivers, watching intently as Emma bends down to survey her bath products up close.
Finally, the blonde selects a small bottle of jasmine-scented body wash and hovers it over the Mayor's chest. Flipping the cap and squeezing firmly, she empties almost half the bottle in a clear stream of viscous liquid; the cool gel running slowly between pert breasts and the soft flesh of the darker woman's stomach.
"What on earth are you-"
"-Shh. Trust me."
The Sheriff reprimands, and Regina frowns but allows the blonde a chance to clarify her actions. Emma takes a step closer until they stand flush once again, capturing full lips as she wraps her arms firmly around the brunette. She deepens their kiss, replacing sensual pleasure with erotic passion. Their breathing becomes laboured as each begins to writhe against the other as hands explore feverishly and every simple touch becomes a wanton promise.
As their movements become ever more frantic, the liberal dose of body wash the Sheriff had upended onto the darker woman lathers up into a rich cream of exotic-scented bubbles that coat flushed flesh.
Pulling the Mayor roughly into her - her hand cupped firmly to chocolate tresses - the blonde ravishes the darker woman with new vigour as she abruptly slams her palm against sensitive folds and teases her mercifully.
"Oh, God..."
This time Emma refrains from quipping at the brunette for her biblical cries, simply straining to keep the Mayor locked firmly against her as Regina beings to shake in her arms as she tips over into euphoria. The blonde catches her easily, holding her firmly up on her feet as the brunette breathes harshly into the hollow of her collarbone.
"Shit..."
Regina pushes herself back from the Sheriff gingerly, dark eyes slightly dazed as she stares at the younger woman. Emma smiles knowingly, before letting her gaze travel pointedly over the brunette's flawless body where the cooling water washes away the fragrant suds of her sins.
"You clean up nicely..."
"Do shut up."
The Mayor's voice shakes slightly as she struggles to stand of her own accord, but she still manages a fairly convincing roll of her eyes. Clearing her throat, she turns around and shuts off the water which is slowly turning to frigid ice before stepping out of the shower. She hands the blonde a towel wordlessly - helping herself to a spare from the cupboard by the sink - and turns away to dry off. Glancing at the small clock that rests on a shelf of beauty products she sighs defeatedly.
"It's ten to seven, you should-"
"-Yeah, I know."
Emma agrees, and Regina turns to find the Sheriff pulling on her shirt, catching a brief glimpse of vivid red marks marring the pale flesh of her shoulder blades before they disappear beneath scarlet gauze.
I think-... I think I will always hurt you in some shape or form...
Stepping behind Emma and tucking in the label that pokes out from the blonde's collar, she gives the younger woman a sarcastic pat on the backside, earning herself a bemused roll of green eyes.
"I better get going."
"I should say so... I imagine I'll see you soon, Miss Sw-... Emma."
"Oh, I imagine you will, Madame Mayor."