March 13: Who is ridiculously inappropriate and how much does the other tolerate it? (or do they switch off?)
"Feeling a bit warm, Emma?" Regina teased with a whisper directly into Emma's ear, as her tongue darted out discreetly and licked it softly.
Emma stiffened up in her seat and tried to scoot away, but Regina's fingers were under the conference table running up and down the seam of her jeans steadily increasing the pressure with each slow pass. Emma gulped and grimaced before she surrendered: spreading her thighs wider.
Regina smirked in approval, her eyes never leaving the council member speaking on town matters. Her fingers never leaving between Emma's shaking thighs.
After the meeting, Emma excused herself promptly. Regina would be the death of her.