"Don't make promises you can't keep, dear..."
"Huh?"
Emma pulls back a little, looking down curiously, but the Mayor shakes her head, simply guiding soft lips back to her own as she nips at sweet flesh. She smirks appreciatively when the Sheriff lets out a low whimper, running her hands up beneath the soft white cotton of her tank top to explore the bumps of her spine.
"No, what did you say?"
The blonde pushes for an answer as she uses her fingers to force back the darker woman's jaw, running the tip of her tongue teasingly down the column of Regina's throat as she moves to straddle the brunette's hips more forcefully.
"Nothing."
The Mayor insists, digging her nails in gently. Finding the narrow clasp of the younger woman's bra, she unhooks dark lace, before running her hands up the latter's stomach beneath her shirt to palm coyly at her breasts.
"Didn't sound like nothing."
Emma argues.
"Hush..."
Biting down aggressively on the Sheriff's collarbone, Regina earns herself sweet silence as Emma tenses blissfully in her lap. She soothes the cruel indentation of her teeth with her tongue, sucking gently at the mark and earning herself a low chuckle.
"You know, if we're supposed to be being careful, it may be an idea if you quit bruising my throat quite so often..."
"Wear a scarf."
The brunette mutters, smirking at the regretful note to the blonde's suggestion. Biting down a little harder out of pure spite, she smiles against abused flesh as Emma wriggles in her lap, seeming to alternate between trying to push her away and pulling her closer. Eventually, the Sheriff leans back fully; her stomach visibly taut beneath the thin cotton of her shirt as she engages her core to keep her steady at her newly acquired angle. Her eyes flicker with amusement and she admonishes the Mayor with a playful grin.
"Regina..."
"Don't pretend you don't like it."
"I never said I didn't like it."
She replies simply, and the darker woman raises a brow, studying the blonde coyly as the latter continues to regard her coquettishly from beneath sooty lashes. Pushing at slim thighs, the Mayor attempts to lift the Sheriff up onto the desk, but they are of a similar weight, and in her current position, she simply doesn't possess the necessary strength. Emma gets the gist, however, and swings herself down off of crisp linen; hopping up to perch on the edge of the Mayor's desk with a curious glint in her eyes. Running her finger thoughtfully over full lips, Regina regards the younger woman appreciatively, her voice sultry when she speaks.
"I suppose I'll just have to find another spot where I can taste you..."
She expects Emma to blush furiously and respond in her usual clumsy manner, but she recognises the dark pools of the blonde's pupils from when the younger woman has previously been aroused and knows that, curiously, it is in this state of playful limbo that the Sheriff tends to become a little more confidently eloquent, however sordid her words may be.
"Do your worst."
It's a simple statement, not particularly kinky when taken out of context, but the Mayor wets her lips with her tongue as the younger woman proceeds to lean back and pluck away the material of her shirt to expose the pale expanse of her stomach. Smirking devilishly, the blonde raises a brow as the darker woman pushes herself forward in her chair to sit a little closer.
"Careful what you wish for, dear..."
In her current position, the brunette sits comfortably between the Sheriff's parted thighs, her eyes level with the blonde's breasts. Reaching around to cup pert denim, she scoots the Sheriff forward just a little - smirking at the small yelp the younger woman makes as her hands fly behind her for purchase - and runs her tongue teasingly a few inches above the waistband of her jeans.
"Hey!"
Regina chuckles huskily as she glances up to spy the blonde biting her bottom lip in an attempt to stop herself from laughing. Continuing to skim soft skin to dip in at the younger woman's navel, she smirks victoriously when Emma thrashes and tries to get away; her laughter filling the room pleasantly. Taking a twisted form of pity on her prey, the brunette's dark eyes flash dangerously and she nips sharply at the Sheriff's flesh without warning.
"Ah!"
Regina pulls away immediately, studying the blonde in amusement. She knows her companion well enough by now not to confuse her pained yelp with a lack of pleasure, and her thoughts are swiftly concluded when green eyes gaze down at her lustfully. Running her tongue purposefully over the red mark she's created just left of the Sheriff's navel, she maintains eye contact intently as she bites down once again in a flash of perfect teeth. This time, she uses a little more force, clamping the flesh at the blonde's ribs between her teeth and flicking her tongue lightly over the imprisoned area.
"Holy shit..."
The younger woman mutters with her eyes squeezed shut, her breathing rapid as she continues to hold a hand to her chest to keep her top out of the way. Taking opportunity of her element of surprise, Regina hones in with vicious intent; biting down savagely at the taut skin covering the blonde's hip bone with a level of force that's dangerously close to drawing blood. She keeps her teeth firmly in place as Emma jerks and shudders; determining whether to keep going from the way the Sheriff hisses pleasurably, her fingers tapping out a rhythm on the desktop as she squirms.
Increasing the pressure until she tastes copper, the Mayor cries out in surprise when the blonde's writhing sends her suddenly toppling off the desk to land in a heap on the floor at her feet. Unsure whether to laugh or roll her eyes, she simply waits curiously to see how the Sheriff will react; dark coals glittering as she licks the younger woman's blood from her bottom lip.
"Are you alright, dear?"
She smirks as Emma pops up to glare at her from beneath a tangled mess of curls, patting the forearm that comes to rest on her thigh with sarcastic sympathy.
"That good, was it?"
She teases when the younger woman simply sighs.
"I reckon I could substitute that for you slobbering on my neck, sure."
Emma muses breathlessly.
"Miss Swan, I do not - nor will I ever - slobber."
Regina snaps, and the Sheriff grins at the darker woman's perturbed tone, shrugging wickedly. The Mayor studies her casually, content as Emma plays her fingers lazily over the crisp material of her dress pants.
"Are you planning on getting up at anytime, dear?"
"In a little bit."
Regina raises a brow at this response, before letting out a small gasp when the Sheriff moves her hands to the clasp of her pants and parts the expensive material to expose black lace. She stares down at the blonde silently as the younger woman gestures that she should lift her hips. She supposes it is Emma's sudden aloofness that has her complying without a second thought, lowering herself back down once the blonde has pulled crisp linen down to pool around her ankles.
"... What are you doing?"
"Well... While I'm down here..."
The brunette lets out a low hum as the Sheriff pulls the lace of her underwear to the side and offers up a teasing swipe of her tongue.
"Sheriff... Emma... I'm supposed to be working."
"So work. I'm not stopping you."
Green eyes glitter as the younger woman smirks up at her wickedly and the Mayor can't help but feel that their roles have switched at an almost nauseating speed.
Not that she's complaining.
"It's a little hard to concentrate with you fooling around down there..."
"Oh no, that's too bad... Sorry."
Emma sighs, and Regina smirks, the blonde not sounding sorry in the slightest, before letting out a low groan as wicked fingers dip sweetly inside her wetness and the warm velvet of the younger woman's tongue whispers across her flesh.
She leans her head back blissfully, musing over the image they must create. There's something almost regal about the way she sits upon her chair - her throne - with the Sheriff knelt between her legs that both empowers and disturbs her. Running her fingers through the blonde's hair, she hums quietly; trying to dispel thoughts of herself as the Queen so that she can simply enjoy the moment.
"That doesn't sound like working..."
Emma mutters, and Regina glowers down at her, but the younger woman pays her no mind, simply changing her rhythm. Rolling her eyes in spite of the telling flutter beginning to build low in her stomach, the brunette tugs at soft curls irritably, her thighs flexing as she spreads them a little wider.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to talk with your mouth full?"
She scolds, before gasping as the Sheriff slaps her lightly on the inner thigh. Closing her eyes as her legs begin to tremble, she feels herself falling over the edge as Emma speeds up the teasing flicker of her tongue.
"You-... You're a piece of work, Miss Swan."
She sighs huskily as she continues to play her fingers lightly through the blonde's hair. Finally coming down from her high, she regards the younger woman with pink-cheeked amusement as the latter remains knelt between her legs companionably. Emma shrugs with a grin, tossing back her curls as she speaks.
"So I've been told."
"I was supposed to get these papers finished by lunchtime..."
"I'm-"
"-You're not sorry."
"You're right, I'm really not. That was far too much fun..."
Emma chuckles. Tapping the blonde briskly on the nose, the Mayor orders her irritably to get up, before pulling her chair closer to the desk and re-stacking the papers that have become somewhat crumpled during their activities. Watching the Sheriff out of the corner of her eye as the latter re-clasps her bra beneath her shirt, she clears her throat when the blonde turns to leave with a self-satisfied smirk plastered across her face.
"One moment, Sheriff."
"Huh?"
"Here, if you please."
The Mayor beckons authoritatively with her finger and waits for Emma to comply and return to stand in front of her. Pulling the younger woman down abruptly, she finds her lips passionately; kissing the blonde hungrily to taste herself. Releasing the Sheriff, she offers her a small smirk as she flutters her fingers in farewell.
"Good day, Miss Swan."
"And a good day to you, Madame Mayor."
Emma laughs breathlessly. Regina shakes her head in amusement as the blonde takes her leave, her gaze flickering briefly to the red stain that mars the Sheriff's top at her hip and frowning pensively.