5.

Sitting at her desk, Emma flipped through several pages of reports about pop up storms damaging land and homes throughout Storybrooke. She ran her highlighter over times and dates to reference later. At the last page, she leaned up with a sigh before digging out a folder to put it all in. Looking up, Emma jumped as her eyes fell onto another person in the room. Clutching her chest, the blonde yelped. "Dammit, Regina, you could have killed me."

"Now, now Darling, had I wanted to kill you," she took a few, slow steps forward, "I could have just came up behind you."

With narrow eyes, the blonde stared at her woman. Her eyes traveled from the mischievous smirk formed by dark red lips, down firm, tan arms and finally across an unusually formfitting black dress that Emma had not seen before. Her eyes lingered on the chest of her lover. Something is different, Emma thought, her breasts are perkier than usual, maybe it was just a new bra or something. She tried to look up, to look anywhere other than where she was currently staring. Her eyes betrayed her by following the line of Regina's slim sides and down to her curvy hips. Damn, Emma smiled.

"Can I help you with something?" Regina asked, a little too much grumble in her voice.

Green eyes shot up to meet her own. A guilty smile formed from pale lips. "I, um, is that a new dress?" Emma asked, leaning back in her chair.

"Mhm," Regina hummed, with a twitch of her brow. She slowly turned a circle for her audience. "You like it?"

"Oh, yea," Emma responded, a bit too eagerly. Realizing her eyes had fallen back to her lover's hips, she stood up. Oh, shake it off Emma, you lunatic.

Strong tan hands reached for her jean clad hips. "What ever is wrong, Dear?" Regina teased as she pulled the blonde into a deep kiss. Without even knowing what she was doing, Emma's hands fell to Regina's back and slowly, they began groping their way down to her firm ass, giving it a good squeeze.

Regina jumped and giggled at the blonde who was obviously interested in what was in the dress more than the dress its self. "Oh, now what is that all about?" She whispered into a pale ear.

Emma's body grew warm as the air from her lover's breath danced across her neck. "You tell me," she growled before pulling Regina around and pinning her to the wall of her office.

As her back made contact with the cold concrete behind her, Regina let out a moan and tilted her head back just enough for Emma to begin an assault. Warm, moist lips accosted the bare skin of Regina's neck, her hips forcing contact with a muscular thigh.

Like a switch had been flipped, Emma pushed herself against her lover's body, their chests tight against each other as Emma's hands roamed to the edge of that black dress. A light giggle erupted from red lips and her thighs opened at Emma's touch. "I want you," Regina whispered, pushing her pelvis into a waiting palm. Roughly, Emma grabbed at the woman's heat. She could feel the fabric between them moistening at her touch. Regina let out a hard sigh as her body grew hot. It was as through the blood in her veins was on fire. Greedily, she pushed herself harder against Emma's hand.

"Oh, please," Regina hissed into her lover's hair, her hands clinging to the strong shoulders before her. "Please."

As Emma slid her finger beneath the fabric that separated them, Regina slid down the wall, bringing a thigh up to grip Emma's leg. Pulling in a sharp breath, the brunette's body begged for more.

Teasingly, Emma ran her fingers up and down the now slick slit, ever so slowly. As the blonde's teeth raked across the other's skin, angry red lines appeared. Regina was slowly losing control of herself, pushing and jerking her hips in an attempt to gain further contact.

White teeth buried themselves into the dark flesh between Regina's neck and shoulder, drawing out a long, deep moan from her chest.

"Sheriff Swan, there is a boy out here for you," a man's voice poured into the room. "Oh God," he yelped as he laid eyes on the couple.

"For fuck sake, does no one know how to knock in this town?!" Regina yelled as she pushed Emma's shaking body away from hers.

"Madam Mayor," David nodded, avoiding eye contact. "I apologize, but there is someone here to see the sheriff."

Regina tightened her jaw as she readjusted her dress to cover what it was most definitely not covering.

David swiveled around on his heels and walked back down the hall, without another word.

"Well, that was…" Emma stared, a smile on her face.

"Shut it, Swan. Do your job and come straight home, I mean it."

"Oh," Emma arched her brows at the woman, "is that an order?"

"I will fire you and replace you as sheriff of this town if you are not on our porch in an hour or less, so help me," Regina carried on, obviously still flustered.

"Yes ma'am," the blonde smirked as the Mayor turned to walk out.

Quickly, seizing the moment, Emma walked up behind the brunette, wrapped one arm firmly around her middle and ran her free hand back into the woman's heat, dragging her fingers across the woman aching clit. "Ah, ah," Regina whined as her body fell against Emma's chest. Instantly, Regina pulled herself back up and swatted at the blonde's hands. "Why in the world," she started, before Emma landed a rather firm blow to the woman's ass cheek. "Oh, Swan, you… oh." Regina huffed once more before yanking her dress down and marching away, head held high.

Taking her seat, Emma leaned far back in her chair, breathing deeply, as to calm her throbbing core. Closing her eyes, she could still feel Regina pushing against her. A smile spread across the blonde's lips as she leaned forward. At the sound of steps coming her way, Emma focused her eyes on the doorway.

After a few more hurried footsteps, a young man appeared in her office. His face was bruised and he had obviously been crying. She stood up to greet the shaken boy and showed him to the chair opposite hers.

"What is your name?" she asked calmly, pulling open a drawer and retrieving a pad of paper.

"Thomas," he said almost at a whisper.

"Oh?" Emma instantly realized what had happened.

"I'm here to turn myself in," he said just as quiet as before.

The all the blood in Emma's body felt like it had turned to ice but none the less, she sat calmly, looking at the boy who was staring at his own, shaking hands.

"You want to tell me what happened, Thomas?"

"Well," he drew in a rattling breath, "Today was our trip to the troll bridge with our class."

"Yea, and?"

"I don't know, I saw Grace and Oliver holding hands on the walk over to the woods and I started to pick on them, ya know? Because I always pick at them."

Emma's eyes dilated at the mention of her son. Slowly, her heartbeat began to quicken. "Okay?" she mumbled.

"Well, we got to the bridge and Jon was telling us all the boring stuff that happened around the time it was built or whatever and I said something about Grace and Oliver came at me. He never gets worked up that fast but Jon had to pull him off of me because he wasn't going to stop." The boy began to tear up.

"If he attacked you, why are you here?"

"After Jon got a hold of him, I was so mad that I charged after him but I accidentally hit Jon and he fell backwards," he cried harder.

"Thomas, calm down, what happened?"

"He fell," the boy choked.

"He fell? Fell where?" Emma asked. Slowly, she came to the realization that something very bad had happened.

"Off. He fell off," the boy sobbed.

"Off the bridge?" Emma asked, getting to her feet, her heart pounding in her chest.

The boy nodded.

"Oh, oh God. Where is he now?"

"I don't know, Oliver attacked me as soon as I had hit Jon and I ran. I only know he fell because everyone started screaming. I just ran." Snot and tears poured from the boy's face as he crumbled into a heap.

"Alright Thomas, I need you to stay here, okay, don't go anywhere, David is going to stay with you, I am going to go check it out," she said, still calm, as she made her way to the door.

Quickly, Emma came down the hall and shouted "Put him in a cell and stay with him," to David as she hit the main door. She didn't even stop and explain before she ran down the road. Mid-run, she called Regina.

"Hello, Dear," Regina purred. "Done so soon?"

"No, listen, I need you to call Whale and I need you both to meet me at the Toll Bridge, something happened, I think someone is really hurt, just, please," she yelled breathlessly into the phone.

"Okay, okay," Regina said calmly. "I will get him and be there in a few," she said before hanging up.

Emma darted down the road and into the woods, as fast as her feet would take her. Sliding down the incline, she ran down the creek bed, her boots hitting the flat rocks heavily.

As she got closer to where the bridge was, she could hear little voices. Behind her, running footsteps where catching up to her. As she approached the bridge, winded, she looked around. There was no one in the bed. Still, she could hear voices above her.

"Emma," Regina called as she caught up with the blonde. "Oh, my feet," she huffed as she kicked off her heels and pulling her dress back down. "What happened?"

Emma hushed her partner and looked up at the bridge. The voices were coming from on top of it. Emma gestured to Regina to follow her up the bank. They got to the top and stood, staring at about twenty teenagers who were staring right back. "What are we doing, Emma?" Regina asked, looking down at her now dirty feet. Next to them, Whale came to a breathy halt. "What happened?" he asked, looking around at the confused faces.

"Mom?" Oliver appeared from the crowd, his bruised eye even larger than before. "What's going on?"

"Where is Jon?" Emma asked, a little too harshly.

"Well, if it isn't the Sheriff," a big booming voice called from over the heads of the teenage hoard. "Oh, Mayor Mills, and Dr. Whale, to what do we owe the honor?" he asked, approaching the still winded trio.

Emma looked the man up and down before bending over to catch her breath. "Thomas came to the station, he said he pushed you off the bridge," she said quietly.

"Well now," he looked himself over. "I don't think I fell off the bridge."

"Did anyone?" Regina asked, looking around.

"Well, no, don't you think I would have called someone had that happened?" he looked a bit confused.

"Okay, Thomas said he went after Oliver, hit you and then ran because Oliver went back after him and he heard people screaming that someone had fallen, he thought it was you." Straightening up, Emma looked over at her son who still had a glimmer of rage in his eyes.

"No, no, that isn't what happened," he laughed.

Behind Emma and Regina, Whale looked as if he were going to pass out. He was bent over at the middle and frantically fanning his very red face.

"Then do tell us, Jon," Regina said, a bit of snark in her tone.

"Well, ah," He smiled. "Yes, Oliver did beat the snot out of the boy but in Oliver's defense, Thomas deserved it. For some reason, he can't help but harass poor Grace over her mother," Jon lowered his voice. "I thought Ollie was going to kill him this time, if ya want my honesty. He had him on the ground and I had to really try to pull the lad off him. He was not gonna let up, you see."

Regina and Emma both looked around Jon's massive frame to grab a look at their very guilty looking son and his wiry girlfriend who obviously had something she needed to say.

"But," Jon continued, "once I got him away from Thomas, Ollie was fine, he was gonna go walk it off, I think. That's when Thomas came charging after him and I got hold of him. He had some serious momentum, Thomas did, nearly knocked me off my feet but Ollie came right back after him and he ran for dear life. I stumbled back a bit and knocked my book off the ledge and into the creek with my elbow though, Ollie promptly retrieved it for me, my knees aren't what they used to be, ya know?" The man beamed happily at the women in front of him.

"Your book fell?" Regina sighed.

"Yessum. That must have been what Thomas heard them girls yelling about."

"Oh, well, in that case," Emma smiled, relived, "I guess you don't need us."

Jon gave Emma a pat on the shoulder before returning to his class. Emma turned to Whale, who had just now caught his breath and she thanked him for running down there for her and offered him a free meal from the dinner before parting ways.

Sliding back into the creek bed, Emma retrieved Regina's shoes before coming back up. "I lost my shoes, had a near heart attack, got sweaty and ran like hell down in the woods all over a book?" Regina huffed, looking down at her bare feet. "And would you look at my toes? Oh, I'm filthy."

"Well, we got in our cardio for the day, right?" Emma smiled and put her arm around her disheveled partner. "I like it when you're dirty," she whispered, playfully.

A shifty side-eye from Regina told the blonde that the time for such things had passed.

Emma made a quick call to the station before heading home.

#

"You had better take those boots off before you walk into that house, Miss Swan," Regina hissed as she sat down on the front stoop.

"Are you coming or not?"

"You are going to bring me a wet cloth to clean my feet before I muck up the rugs," the brunette demanded.

"Well," Emma laughed. "Yes, your majesty," she bowed before kicking off her boots and retreating inside. Moments later, she reappeared with two rags. Kneeling down in front of Regina, she took one foot into her hand. Slowly, she wiped away all the dirt from the woman's foot. She took the time to knead her fingers into the muscles beneath her hand. Looking up, the women made eye contact before Emma went on to the next foot. Regina watched as her lover took her time, gently rubbing the debris from her sore skin and massaging away the pain. She had forgotten that the blonde could be so delicate. Between life and work and family, she had lost something, maybe they had lost something. But it was the moments like this, that Regina remembered why she loved that woman to begin with.

Sitting back on her heels, Emma looked up into Regina's face. The brunette's eyes were focused on her and her lips were curved up slightly but not in her usual smirk. Emma recognized it instantly as Regina's "I love you" face. It had been quite some time since she had seen that particular look. Smiling, the blonde leaned forward and kissed her lover's forehead, before getting to her feet.

Without a word, Emma extended her hands to the seated woman and pulled her upright. Once on her feet, Regina wrapped her arms around the blonde and pulled her tightly against her. For a long while, they just stood there on the front stoop, locked in a loving embrace. If it hadn't been for whatever idiot drove past their home and honked the horn at them, they would have remained there longer.

"Come on, honey," Emma urged, "lets go take a shower, hm?"

Regina simply nodded before leading their way into the house.

Once into the bedroom, Emma began stripping down. Slowly, she pushed her coat from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. The sound caught Regina's attention but she didn't stare directly. From the corner of her eye, she watched the blonde pull her tanktop off, slowly exposing the tight muscles of her stomach before the black cloth of her bra and then the mounds rounded over the top before she let her arms free and set the shirt on the floor. She pushed her arms up behind her to unclasp her own bra. Once free, her breasts sat high on her chest, her nipples perking up at the cool air they were now exposed to. Her hands slowly migrated to her pants line, where she popped the button of her jeans and shimmied out of them, stepping forward in nothing but silky, red panties. The back was made so that the bottom curve of her round ass showed out the bottom of the fabric.

Regina watched on as Emma made her way into the connected bathroom and bent over into the tub, letting her breasts dangle in the air beneath her. Soon, water spat from the shower head in a steady stream. The blonde grabbed up three towels from the cabinet and arranged them neatly on the marble topped, double sink to her right.

Quickly, Regina let her dress free from her shoulders and undid her bra, letting both come to rest at her ankles before peeling out of her black undies. She slowly approached the bathroom and came up behind Emma. The hot water had quickly encased them in a cloud of steam as Regina's hands found the blonde's skin. She helped Emma out of her panties and then held her from behind, her soft skin pressing firmly against her lover's strong back. For a few moments, they just stood there, soaking up each other's warmth.

Regina buried her face in Emma's hair and she sighed deeply as she held her just a little tighter.

"What is it?" Emma whispered.

"Nothing."

"Regina, what?"

"I just love you, that's all," Regina sighed once more.

"I love you too, come on," Emma said, pulling away from her lover's grip.

She stepped into the tub and was followed. With her back to the stream, Emma closed her eyes and dipped her head into the water. Regina watched as little streams trickled down the woman's body. Slowly, the brunette placed her fingertips against the light skin of Emma's neck. She traced the path that the water had taken; following her jaw line, down to her throat, following her collarbone over to fall down her breast, her ribcage, her thigh.

Emma did not open her eyes, she didn't even move, she just let the water flow over her. After a moment, Regina's fingertips were replaced by her lips; trailing down the blonde's body, fighting the streams of warm water for her skin. When Regina had made a few passes over her lover's body, she was suddenly pulled into a passionate kiss. Emma leaned back, her body supported by the wall behind her. Following the blonde's lips, Regina stepped through the water, letting it run down her back. Gently, Emma's tongue greeted stained lips before Regina granted it passage to her own. Slowly, warm, wet tongues danced together before being separated by strong willed lips. Over and over, into a rhythm, they played at each other. Emma's shoulders on the wall, her legs on both sides of Regina's, she brought a foot to rest on the cool ceramic of the tub. Regina's hands scaled down the blonde's body, slowly making circles on her skin. Lower and lower, Regina brought her hand to brush up Emma's thigh.

Their kissing intensified as a dark hand finds its way to Emma's heat. All at once, Regina finds her way inside. Welcomed with slick walls and a breathy moan, the brunette pushes deeper before into her lover before retreating. Emma grabs at tone shoulders for support, for comfort, as she presses her body to meet Regina's fingers. The brunette's free hand wraps around to Emma's back as she slowly begins claiming more depth. Over and over, the blonde rocks her body against her lover. Every thrust creates a new wave of pleasure that surges through her body. As Regina's pace quickens, Emma can feel her body becoming hot. Her breath quickens as the familiar tingling sensation builds under her belly button. She can no longer keep her jaw tight. Regina's body, fully covering hers, their skin sliding against each other's. The brunette's mouth descends once more onto her skin. Nipping and sucking the flesh of her neck, her chest, Regina pulls at the blonde's back, becoming more ravenous than before. The fire in her burns as she speeds up even more. Harder, faster, Emma can feel the brunette all over her body. The sensation is too much. The cries of pleasure pour from pale lips as her lover continues on, mercilessly. Within seconds, Emma can feel her body tensing. "No, no, no," she whispers to herself. "Not now," she whines. Taking her pleading as a sign, Regina brings her thumb to the woman's clit, gently brushing it with every thrust.

"Ah. Fuck," Emma grumbles as she throws herself forward, to be supported by her lover. Her strong hands gripping Regina's back, Emma hold on tight as her body begins to give in.

Louder and louder, the blonde's cries grow. Her body rocking in rhythm with Regina's movements. One last, deep breath and Emma's walls come crashing down. Her cries turn to screams of ecstasy as the waves of pleasure hit her over and over. Her nails find their way into Regina's skin and a smirk falls on red lips as she continues thrusting into the woman's impossibly tightening core. One final cry, one final thrust, and Emma falls limp into Regina's arms. Her chest heaving, the blonde tries to stand on shaking legs. Their water was now less than warm on their skin.

"So much for getting clean," Emma huffed jokingly, before punching the water off and practically fell from the tub. She threw a towel at Regina and pointed to the bed. "Now," she growled.

Regina obediently made her way into the bedroom, water dripping from her body. Before she could even attempt to wipe the beads from her skin, Emma shoved her backward, leaving her to fall on the bed.

"Well," Regina giggled as she situated herself onto the middle of their rather large bed.

Without a word, Emma climbed in between the woman's legs and snapped her thighs open. Hungrily, the blonde's mouth fell to Regina's core. Her tongue pulling up the moisture that had began to pool at her opening. Slowly, she pushed her tongue inside. A deep moan fell from Regina's lips as her lower back pulled away from the mattress.

Slowly, her tongue was replaced by two readied fingers and she turned her mouth to suck her lover's button into her lips. With every swipe of her tongue, every flick of her fingers, Regina's moans grew louder.

It wasn't long before Regina's hands where forcefully woven into blonde locks. Her hips rocking in time with Emma's rough fucking. Every exhale was a cry as Regina forced herself against the blonde. Fearing for the safety of her nose, Emma set her mouth to Regina's nipples, flicking them with her tongue before taking one into her mouth and rolling it between her teeth.

The palm of her hand resting firm on the woman's clit, Emma set herself deep inside her lover, rocking her hand back and forth. Regina sat up and kissed the blonde roughly before resting her forehead against the other's, using one hand to hold their heads together and steadying herself with the other. Wildly, Regina's hips darted around, making every bit of contact count. Staring into dark green eyes, Regina quickly came undone. Her face contorted into that of maddening pleasure, her eyes rolled back before snapping shut. "Em-Em.." She cried before flopping backward on to the bed, allowing Emma one last shot at that pleasurable depth. "Oh. Emma!" She screamed, finally, as her body began to violently twitch on its own accord.

Smiling lovingly, Emma slowly removed her suddenly sore fingers from her lover, who sighed at the loss. Silently, she crawled up beside the woman and laid down, pulling the panting woman into her arms. "I love you," she whispered as she buried her face into Regina's skin.

"I love you too, Emma. I love you too."

Slowly, the couple drifted into a pleasure and exhaustion fueled sleep. Their bodies held together with intertwined limbs and the soft blankets that got tangled up in between.

Alright folks, I know it has been forever and a day since i have posted anything but... here we are. After my last update, I just couldn't go with giving you all the smutty goodness that you have been asking for. I hope this will do, for now. Thanks for sticking with me!

DR