"I don't like this..."
Glancing over at the brunette when she mutters these words for the fifth time, Emma sighs; deploying her turn signal and pulling over into a small lay-by secluded by trees.
"Regina, stop."
She warns quietly.
"I can't help it."
"Henry's going to be fine... Come on, I know you're not thrilled about the idea, but if there's anyone we can trust, it's Mary Margaret. I mean, she's Snow White, for fuck's sake!"
"It's not a matter of whether we can trust her and that oaf. Trust has nothing to do with it! I just don't like this."
Regina snaps, her expression hard.
"I know... But Henry will have a much better time at mine than he will cooped inside your mansion with only Sydney for company."
Emma reasons, before elaborating hastily when she notes the venomous pull to the darker woman's lips.
"Mary Margaret's good with kids! And the apartment is cosy... She'll hang out with him is all I'm saying."
"I still don't like it."
Regina shakes her head. Rolling her eyes at the brunette's sullen grumbling, the Sheriff sighs and looks out at the forest before adopting a sly smirk.
"Maybe we should take your mind off it, then..."
She grins.
"Really, Miss Swan."
The Queen scoffs as she recognises the saucy lilt to the younger woman's tone, before letting out a small gasp when the blonde leans over and steals a kiss. Refusing to give in to the urge to smile as her lips brush against Emma's, she demands moodily
"What on earth are you doing?"
"Hmm. Okay... Kind of a blow to my ego that it's not obvious, but I guess I can lick my wounds... Or maybe you could?"
Emma suggests huskily and the Mayor's eyes widen as she leans back to study the Sheriff.
"You can't be serious?!"
"Actually, I'm surprisingly adept at it. See?"
Wiping the playful expression from her face, the blonde regards the Queen with a stoic coolness so similar to that she had once used to retaliate against the Mayor's own icy exterior that the brunette takes in a nervous breath before shaking her head with a small chuckle.
"You're such an idiot."
"Duly noted."
Emma laughs as she unbuckles her safety belt and clambers swiftly over to straddle the brunette's lap with minimal difficulty. Regina blinks; a little thrown by the peculiar grace with which the Sheriff has managed to accomplish what should have been a relatively tricky manoeuvre - and this by the woman who can barely walk in a straight line to save her life - before adopting an air of disdain.
"My dear, please tell me you don't seriously believe I'm about to condone rutting in your scrap pile of a car."
"Well, I'm the Sheriff... If you don't condone it, who are you going to call for help?"
Opening her mouth to scold the blonde for her crass insinuation, the Mayor lets out a disapproving hiss as the younger woman leans in and nips playfully at her throat; golden tresses tickling her nose.
"Emma, really, dear..."
"What?"
The Sheriff inquires innocently, sitting back to regard the Queen with wide eyes. Regina's huffed response is cut short when she makes a small rotation with her hips that completely contradicts the chaste smile on her lips. Giving the younger woman a measured look, the brunette offers her a reprimanding swat on the thigh before finding pert denim and pulling her flush; tasting her deeply while her eyes flutter closed.
"You are such a- Ah! What the hell!?"
The brunette's panicked cry has the Sheriff cracking up wickedly as she falls on top of her; the back of the seat protesting with a muffled thump as it collides with the rear bench roughly.
"Told you the seats went back."
"Miss Swan! When something makes that kind of noise there is no way it was designed to act in such a fashion! I felt something break!"
"Relax, I can fix it, I'm sure..."
The blonde mutters disinterestedly, her attention elsewhere as she goes back to trailing her tongue down the Mayor's throat. Chuckling lightly, Regina plays her hands through messy curls before dragging her nails down the Sheriff's spine; smirking as the younger woman shivers. Finding her jaw and pulling her back up, the Queen tastes soft lips slowly, her hair fanned out over the tattered seat beneath her.
"Wait."
Emma sits up and pulls her t-shirt over her head; tossing it onto the driver's seat before getting to work on the buttons of the Mayor's shirt. Humming with quiet appreciation as pale fingers slip beneath her exposed bra and the younger woman finds her lips once again, Regina murmurs against parted petals.
"You've done this before..."
She'd meant it as a joke - her comment predominantly serving to tease the Sheriff for her swiftness in removing her shirt - but Emma responds with a husky giggle; speaking before she has time to reevaluate her words.
"Well, yeah, how do you think Henry was-"
Shutting up with an audible click as her teeth snap together, the Sheriff cringes as Regina tenses rigidly beneath her. Hoping to brush past the painfully awkward moment, she attacks perfect skin with new vigour - slipping her hand promisingly down the Mayor's stomach as she chafes the underside of her jaw gently - but stern fingers find her chin and force her to look back up into dark eyes.
"What was that?"
"... Nothing..."
"No, go on."
"I didn't mean-... Can we not-..."
"No."
"Regina..."
"You mean to tell me my son was conceived in the back of a car? That Henry is the product of-... What? A cheap, backseat fuck?"
It's the younger woman's turn to tense up, her expression suddenly hard as she challenges coldly
"... Cheap?"
"You tell me."
"Just what the fuck are you implying?"
The anger in the Sheriff's tone causes her voice to crack and the brunette sighs; the majority of her irritation leaving her as swiftly as it had made itself known. Keeping her hands clasped over the small of the younger woman's back, she speaks quietly, not quite offering Emma an apology, but instead requesting a truce with her tone.
"Nothing. Cheap was a poor choice of word."
"Yeah! It was!"
"But the rest?"
"Well, what do you want me to tell you?! That I was seventeen, and the kid was totally planned, and it happened in some fucking meadow on a bed of daisies?! That we-"
"-Stop!... Enough."
Regarding Emma levelly until the blonde unclenches her teeth and lets out a shuddered breath, Regina slides her hands between rough denim and soft flesh with a little difficulty; giving the blonde's ass a squeeze in a bid to ease the tension between them.
"I just-... I'd never thought about it before. I'm sorry if I offended you, that wasn't my intention."
"... Fine. "
The Sheriff sighs, shrugging awkwardly in her current position - propped up on her elbows as her stomach remains flush with the Mayor's- and she casts her gaze down to a small catch in the darker woman's bra strap to avoid having to maintain eye contact.
"You, uh... You really never thought about the 'Him'?"
"The 'Him'?"
The Mayor repeats with a smirk in spite of the uncomfortable subject matter.
"You make it sound as though Henry's father was some sort of superhero... Or villain?"
She tacks on uncertainly, wary when the younger woman refuses her the grin she'd been fishing for with her statement.
"Neither. He was just some guy."
"Just some guy?... Really?"
"Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies..."
Sighing in response to the predictable breed of nonchalance the Sheriff has suddenly so conveniently adopted, Regina takes a second to weigh up whether the matter is worth pushing further, before offering the blonde a slow smile as she squeezes firm flesh harder and tilts her head back to expose her throat invitingly; humming when the younger woman gives up on her moodiness and presses the flat of her tongue to a particularly sensitive spot.
Chuckling into hot flesh when her attention earns her a low whisper of 'oh god', Emma slips her hand down between them to play patterns over expensive linen.
"I thought the whole point of this was that it was your turn..."
The Mayor admonishes breathlessly, and, in spite of her words, she lets her legs fall open just a little wider beneath the Sheriff's pleasant weight.
"But you're just so much fun..."
Emma argues appreciatively. Groaning as the blonde alternates her words with small tugs to the black lace of her bra with the use of her teeth, Regina allows such sweet attention to continue for just a little longer before taking a firm hold of narrow hips and forcing the younger woman to sit back up.
"As are you."
She counters seriously. Flipping their positions isn't an option in the space available, so she simply fumbles with dark denim - feeling entirely debauched as she notes the beginnings of condensation misting the windows of the car - and pulls the Sheriff's jeans open. Taking heed of Regina's struggle, Emma lifts her hips to allow the brunette to pull her Levi's partially down her thighs, leaving just a narrow swatch of cotton between her sex and the Mayor's bare stomach.
"... A little 'cute' for you, no?"
The brunette muses, hooking her finger into the thin strip of material that disappears between pert cheeks, before allowing it to snap back smartly against pale skin.
"I grabbed what I could when I changed out of what you lent me. Mary Margaret had shoved most of the rest of my stuff in the wash, because, you know... Priorities with the Curse breaking and all that..."
The blonde explains with a smirk as she drinks in the way heavy lashes hood dark eyes as the Mayor remains fixated on the scant fabric which only just covers her.
"Makes me wonder what you've packed to take with you."
Regina admits huskily. Offering the brunette a coy wink, Emma makes another small circle of her hips with her lip pulled salaciously between her teeth before she breaks down into a low chuckle and pushes her hair back with a smile.
"Actually, nothing all that exciting. I would apologise, but I'm not sure a trip with Gold in tow is the right moment to crack out my assortment of 'backup panties'... Depending on how things go, though, New York happens to have a shop or two..."
"I'm surprised you like shopping."
The Mayor confesses curiously.
"I don't."
"Then-"
"-But I don't usually have a reason to buy anything fun."
"Oh?... And just what fun things would we be shopping for, then?"
"I'm sure we could find one or two items of interest..."
"Hmm. I think I've found something right now..."
The blonde gasps with feigned shock as manicured fingers pull down the flimsy cotton of her underwear. She allows Regina to guide her hips back slightly so that she sits at an angle; granting the brunette easy access.
"Thank you..."
The Mayor murmurs as she runs her hand up the pale expanse of the younger woman's thigh.
"For what?"
"Taking my mind off of everything."
"You're going to bring that up now?!"
"Oh... How foolish of me... I suppose I'd better take your mind off of it..."
"Smooth, Regin-ah!"
The Mayor chuckles maliciously as the Sheriff chokes the last syllable of her name; curling her fingers as she slides them easily inside the blonde's slick entrance.
"Very."
She agrees, smirking as she teases the younger woman mercilessly. She allows Emma to lean in for a brief kiss before ordering her back up.
"No, stay that way; stay sitting up."
"But, I-"
"-Please?"
Cheeks flushed as Regina continues with her delicious rhythm, the Sheriff nods obediently, sitting back with her hands thrown out behind her on the dashboard.
The brunette swallows in appreciation; her eyes roaming the younger woman's taut stomach, simple bra and flushed face as brilliant green clenches tightly shut and soft lips part to allow quiet sounds of pleasure.
"Look at me."
She demands.
"Uhuh..."
The Sheriff argues distractedly, her hips rocking in time with fast-moving fingers.
"Emma..."
Regina warns. Obeying slowly, the blonde forces her lids to half-mast in order to meet the darker woman's gaze as her breathing becomes shallow.
"Stay up..."
The Queen instructs, and the Sheriff nods once again, although she's not sure whether she's going to be able to manage such a task as her arms ache from bracing her at her current angle and her core flutters as skilled fingers fuck her ruthlessly.
"O-okay..."
She stammers. Smirking at this breathy response, Regina drags her nails down the sex-slick expanse of the younger woman's stomach with measured cruelty and hones in on where she's most sensitive.
"Fuck! Regina! Fuck!"
Watching with sordid intrigue as the Sheriff throws her head back - the muscles of her stomach tightening as her breathing turns to rapid gasps - the Queen slows her movements and simply observes the blonde as she struggles to compose herself; her jaw a sharp line as she keeps her head tilted back with her long hair ghosting her elbows.
Finally, when the Sheriff gets her breathing and heart rate back under control, she falls forward; brushing her lips against the brunette's as the darker woman tucks golden curls gently back behind her ears.
"You're magnificent..."
The Mayor murmurs against her cheek.
"I try."
Emma nods, earning herself a sigh, and she chuckles softly as she places her hand over the Queen's heart and deepens their kiss.
"As are you, Your Majesty..."
She whispers. The title has the brunette shivering in spite of the humidity inside the car and she hugs the blonde to her tightly; trapping Emma's hand between her heart and her own.
"Whatever happens with Gold, with New York, with Baelfire... We face things together... Understood?"
She states seriously, and she expects Emma to respond to her dramatic request with sarcasm or embarrassed stuttering, but the blonde surprises her; placing a delicate kiss on her full lips before she whispers
"Always."