Double Trouble 39

A/N: Thanks for the lovely reviews :). I know this is days late - sorry. I had an attack of doubt and nerves, then my internet wasn't working, then yesterday there was a power outage. Excuses! But... I have been working on a new story idea as well, so hopefully I'll start posting that once I establish a bit more of it.

Enjoy. It's rated Em.

Chapter 39 'Game over'

Regina closed her eyes for a second and then looked up to see her pissed off girlfriend standing in front of her desk. Emma was leaning into one hip and had her arms folded defiantly staring her down. She most definitely had not been visible a second before. Emma and her damn magic! How long had she been standing there? She must've exploited her powers to get past Regina's assistant and slipped into her office without being seen.

"Sheriff Swan. I don't believe you have an appointment."

"Since when do I need one to talk to you," said Emma.

Sensing the tension, Em jumped up and on her way out she collected Ri, who had just returned from inspecting her newly-pink lip scar in the Mayor's private ensuite bathroom.

"Come on, Ri," said Em. "Let's grab lunch from the diner and go to the park."

"Em, I haven't finished what I was- " (Ri squeaked when Em poked her waist and hissed "Alone time.") "-OH! Yes, let's. That sounds lovely."

Once they were alone, Regina turned her attention back to her laptop and started typing again since Emma seemingly wasn't going to speak and let her in on why she was there.

"What the fuck was that, Regina?"

"You misunderstand."

"No, I don't," insisted Emma. "I know you and I definitely know her. It's really weird and kinda inappropriate. She's only seventeen and she's not actually me."

Regina growled. "I'm fully aware of that. Occasionally she's more mature than you are - like now."

"Why are you ignoring my phone calls? When the girls first came to Storybrooke I was trying to call you to see if you were still in existence and you wouldn't answer me. Same as when you and Ri disappeared from the B&B. We're a thing now, if you don't want to talk to me the least you can do is say so. Do you know how irritating it is when you ignore me? Of course you do, you're probably enjoying this."

"I am not enjoying this interruption. Or your ridiculous accusations. I have a lot to do today."

"What, like seduce the teenage intern? That'll only take about five minutes not the whole day."

"I'm certain that you could not possibly have completed the reports I gave you yet. Perhaps your time could be better spent elsewhere than here wasting mine."

"Yeah, about those files that you 'dropped off' on me this morning. I'm not your personal slave, Regina. I've got work of my own to do. I'll do the reports when I get around to it."

"Will that be before or after I lose this election, Sheriff? You may think that I'm just giving you work for the sake of it but I oversee your department. I need them done so that I have something concrete to present when the council members ask me to prove that I've been competently fulfilling my duties as Acting Mayor."

"Oh you're definitely acting like the Mayor alright. Hiding behind titles. Everything has to be done on your terms. You just love bossing me around and getting your own way don't you?"

"Fine," snapped Regina. "Don't do them. Do whatever you want. You will anyway."

Emma's phone rang in her back pocket. She fished it out and jabbed 'Answer' right in Regina's line of sight as if to make a point of showing her how it was done.

Obnoxious brat.

"Hello, this is Sheriff Swan, I'm answering my phone like a normal considerate person does... What's going on? ...Yeah, that's not really anything I can help with. You need to contact…"

While Emma was pacing around on the phone, Regina rifled through a bundle of papers that she had yet to answer. The conversation droned on and she barely registered it as background noise until the office fell silent and the next time she looked up, Emma was gone from in front of her desk. Had she used her powers to become invisible again or was she-

"Over here." Regina jumped in her seat as a voice whispered close against her ear and a pair of hands settled lightly on her shoulders from behind. She cursed herself for her touchy reaction. Emma must be standing directly behind her chair out of sight.

"Regina? Are we still mad at each other? Or is this like last year when we were fighting all the time but it was really just sexual tension because you wanted to sleep with me so badly?"

Regina didn't even deign to comment. Emma began to knead at her shoulders and then leaned over the chair back to press a kiss to Regina's cheek. She ran her fingertips down the lengths of Regina's arms and back up, massaging her shoulders again.

"You're really tense. I think you need to loosen up a bit. You can seduce me if you'd like? Unless you really are as busy as you say. I heard you talking to Em about sex and to be honest I'm a little jealous. Please can you tell me what you like so I know how to make it really good for you?" Emma said the last part in a fake little-girl voice.

It was obviously some stupid game and Regina didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that she'd rattled her. She went back to typing at her laptop, knowing full well that ignoring Emma right now was the very thing that would piss her off even more. Her smug silence must've told Emma what she was up to.

"Ha. Oh yeah," Emma chuckled. "I see what you're doing. Ok, do your best to ignore me. We've been together for a couple weeks now so I've got a pretty good idea of what you like. I can run this show by myself. Let's see you ignore this..."

Goosebumps raced up Regina's neck and she shivered as she felt Emma slide her hands from her shoulders down the front of her crisp shortsleeved blouse. Deft fingers quickly sought and undid the buttons of her shirt. Despite the fact that she was now sitting at the desk in her office with her blouse gaping open and Emma was kissing and sucking the highly sensitive part of her neck, Regina forced herself not to react in any way. Moving or talking would give Emma the victory she was aiming for.

"You know what really annoys me about you, Regina?"

I'm sure you're about to tell me.

"Something that has annoyed me every day since the moment we first met…. is how perfect you are. At everything. You're so straightlaced for a villain you know. So vanilla. I wish I could've seen you in one of your Evil Queen getups. You are overdressed for every occasion and now that I know exactly what's under your clothes I don't even have to imagine it anymore. You even wake up gorgeous. No wonder you have such a fascination with mirrors. The morning after we first made love I bet you got up and looked in a mirror before I woke up, didn't you? You're too put-together. Every time I see you I just want to mess you up. My favourite look on you..." Emma nuzzled her ear and dropped her voice to a whisper. "... is thoroughly fucked and wearing nothing but a bedsheet."

Regina had given up the appearance of typing now, though her hands still rested above the keyboard. The rest of her was frozen in place and all her senses were entirely attuned to two things. Emma's voice. Emma's hands.

Emma stopped talking for what she planned to do next, which was to trail her fingertips down between her breasts and then slip her hand inside her bra. There was only just enough room in the tight space but her fingers managed to roll and pinch the hardened nipple with her thumb and index finger. It irked her that Emma must know the effect she was having on her, must be able to tell she was aroused, and she wondered if she could feel the drum of her heartbeat in her chest too. Surely the other woman could hear it since it was thumping in her own veins, but the only sound was the quick intake of her breath and the slight rustle of fabric.

"And another thing… I'm not that convinced that your apples are the best I've ever tasted. Honeycrisps are okay I guess, but I think maybe Golden Delicious ones are sweeter? You know you have a really good apple when the flesh is sweet and tangy and so wet that you get the juice all over your mouth..."

How dare she insult my apples in that crude manner!

Did Emma know how close she was to death right now? Regina knew full well that she was only saying it to deliberately rile her up - and damn if it wasn't working. Regina had to stop herself from reacting and losing the game. She hadn't even agreed to play, but she was far too competitive not to. She had to inhale and exhale slowly to restrain her temper. Unfortunately, all that achieved was to press her rising chest into Emma's hand.

"Wasn't this one of your fantasies, Regina? Didn't you say you wanted to be under me on your desk?"

No. It was you under me. As if you don't know.

"You can have me if you want. I'm right here. You just have to reach out and touch me. Is that what you'd like? To bend me over this desk and take me until I scream your name?"

Regina couldn't help shifting slightly in her chair at those words and she was so tense now she was desperate for bit of release and dying to arch her torso - this self-restraint was leaving her aching. She needed Emma to touch her and she knew it. Emma reached down and tugged her blouse free where it was still tucked in, but instead of sliding her hand inside her skirt the irritating woman fisted her hand in the shirt fabric, causing a rather obvious amount of creasing in the linen that would definitely show for the rest of the day.

"Oops! Sorry about the shirt, it's a little rumpled now. It's one of my favourites though. Red looks so good on you."

That was the last straw. Regina flicked the arm off her shoulder, bolted out of her chair and turned around to face Emma where she was still standing, looking at her with a shit-eating grin on her face.

"Emma! Does it look like fire-engine red to you? No. It's claret or wine or burgundy, but it is not red. Just like I told you the last time you said you liked this shirt. Stop messing with my clothes! You are wrong, Golden Delicious apples are not superior to any red apple variety and they are certainly not sweeter than mine. They bruise easily with rough handling. If you think I'm going to allow you to seduce me and frustrate me and then leave me uncomfortable for the rest of the day then you've got another thing coming."

"Oh god you are so hot when you're fired up," Emma breathed.

Regina stepped right up in Emma's face and with one hand at the base of her neck, she brought their mouths together in a hard kiss and plunged her tongue into the warm depth. Just like she'd wanted to do several times last year after they'd fought, she grabbed her and shut her up in the best way. What she hadn't known then was that the feeling had most definitely been mutual.

As they kissed, she felt the heat building low within her and until suddenly she couldn't wait to have her. They barely broke contact for a second, but somehow in the grasping at each other Emma lost her shirt and Regina pushed her back into the chair. She climbed onto Emma's lap, straddling her while Emma pushed the tight pencil skirt up, letting the fabric bunch at her waist. She grasped Regina's ass so she could pull her closer and raised one of her knees so that Regina could grind against her thigh.

"The door's not locked." Emma groaned and mumbled against her mouth. "Anyone-" kiss "could walk in."

"If we get caught," said Regina, panting now from the long minutes of kissing without pausing for breath. "I'll kill you."

"Worth it."

"For me, definitely."

"Just how would you explain this, Regina, hm? Would you ask me to stop? Would you want me to stop?"

"Don't you dare."

"We haven't got much time. It's nearly 1, don't you have a meeting after lunch. Do you want to come like this?"

"Yes," Regina gasped. Emma had her hand up her skirt now, skilled fingers slipped inside the silk of her underwear to tease her with slow upward strokes. She was already so wet. The movements gradually increased in pace, fingers circling over and around her clit repetitively. She could feel tightness building low inside her that was quickly becoming unbearable.

"Emma. Now."

"Fuck you?"

"Yes," Regina all but pleaded. She let out a breathy sigh as Emma pushed two fingers inside her and when she met little resistance, quickly replaced them with three instead. Emma kept her other hand on the small of Regina's back to steady her and keep her from getting too satisfied by the friction created by her own movements and clinging to Emma's bare shoulders. Emma had one foot firmly on the ground to steady the chair, since every time Regina leaned back a little she threatened to tip them both out of it.

Emma tilted her head so she could nuzzle Regina's neck. "You're so hot and tight around my fingers. I can feel when you're getting close."

Regina moaned, feeling her start to pump harder and deeper inside her. Emma kept murmuring in her ear, asking her if she wanted it "like this?" or "harder?" or "faster?" and she hardly knew if she managed to answer or whimper or nod a yes to each one. The muscles in her thighs were killing her, straining to match Emma's pace and give extra force to her thrusts onto her fingers. But it felt fantastic.

She had a vaguely conscious thought that this wasn't how her sexual fantasy had gone. It was supposed to be her taking Emma over the desk, holding her from behind as she writhed underneath her, about as close to coming apart as she was now and pleading with her for more and entirely dependent on her. But right now she didn't care about anything but how good it felt. She hadn't had to give up control for this, Emma was letting her have as much as she liked and giving her whatever she asked for. As selfishly as it had started out, this was all for her and she had a feeling that that was exactly what had been intended.

"Emma uhhh," Regina complained in protest, feeling her turn down the pace for a moment. Her strokes switched to agonisingly slow and gentle.

"I know what you want," murmured Emma. She dropped a kiss onto the curve of her breast above her heart. "You're close. I want you to look at me when you come. Please?"

Regina quickly agreed. She arched into it as Emma resumed moving her fingers faster this time, pushing in more firmly right on the spot that made her legs start to shake. "Yes. Emma. Uh!" She gasped when Emma brought her to the edge again and let her fall this time. Regina fell forward as the pleasure overtook her in waves, she closed her eyes for a second and when she opened them she was looking deep into a pair of startling green eyes watching her. It was intensely exposing maintaining such direct eye contact, still panting and throbbing from her orgasm, but Emma's gaze never wavered. She was as safe and secure there as she was in her arms.

This was her favourite part of it. Collapsing blissfully slack and being held. Neither demanding more nor wanting less. Her heart was still pounding and her breathing had yet to return to normal, but it was comfortable. Emma never pulled away too early. She was never in a hurry to have her leave or to get away from her and Regina found she always wanted to be close to her just a little longer. This was when their connection seemed strongest, tangible and real.

Right now, none of their issues seemed to matter. She let out a sigh of contentedness and closed her eyes.

"Better?" Emma kissed her lips lightly. "Are you enjoying this interruption yet?"

"Not in the slightest."

"Liar. I have evidence that you enjoyed that a lot."

"Was this your plan in coming over here? To rile me up and then..."

"Not exactly," Emma drew the words out. She patted Regina's thigh, indicating for her to get off so she could stand up. As Regina stood and pulled down her skirt her legs were still unsteady and pleasantly hot. Emma headed over to the private bathroom. Regina followed her.

In the bathroom, Regina glared at Emma's reflection in the mirror after inspecting her own. Her shirt was crumpled and hanging loose on her shoulders. Her skirt was in a similar creased state after being bunched up at her waist. Her hair was tousled from the way Emma had been running her hands through it and her lipstick was smeared across her mouth. Luckily she had makeup with her so she could fix her face, but there was not much she could do about the clothes in the time she had.

"Look what you've done to me," muttered Regina. "I have to spend the rest of the day looking like this. It looks like-"

"You had a lunchtime quickie in the office?" said Emma, still shirtless and all nonchalance as she washed her hands. "I have to go in a sec."

Regina looked at her in surprise. "What? But you never-"

"Oh I had fun, don't worry. Let's just say... you owe me." Emma's smug grin was back. "Game over, Regina. Thanks for playing."

Frogger's Hollow

"This game is rigged!" said Ri angrily. She thumped the steering wheel and then crossed her arms in a huff. The screen in front of her read 'YOU LOSE' and her computer-generated car was stopped where it'd smashed into the side barrier.

The teens were in the arcade in Main Street playing one of the car-racing games. It was Em's idea to show Ri some fun ordinary teenager-y things to do after they'd had lunch at the diner. It was the middle of the day so they had the whole place to themselves pretty much and there was ample opportunity to try all the games.

In front of the racecar seat where she sat, Em's screen declared her the winner showing: 'YOU WIN!' with a black and white checkered flag.

Em started to laugh hysterically. "Oh my god, you are such a sore loser, Ri. I beat you fair and square."

Ri pouted. "How could I lose?"

"You're hilariously adorable when you're mad you know. Maybe it's just that you suck at it."

"No, you suck at it too. I saw you hit that tree when I zoomed past on the second lap."

"I still won didn't I?"

"That's just because you grew up in this world and I didn't. You've had more practice at these silly timewasting games for children. Either that or you used your stupid magical powers to make my cart go slower. That obstacle came out of nowhere. Otherwise I would've won. You got lucky."

"Yep," snorted Em. "I got lucky. You lost 3-2, Ri."

"Then we have to play again! So I can win."

"Haha, you want to keep playing until you win? This could take a while. Like, the rest of our lives."

"Yes, of course. Whatever it takes."

Em was straight-faced and all innocence. "Sorry, haven't got any coins left. No more games."

"You are not telling the truth, Em," accused Ri. "You said you never run out."

Em thought for a minute and then squinted sideways at the other teen. She climbed out of her seat and held out her hand to help Ri up. "I got an idea. You up for it?"

"Is this going to be one of your ideas? What does it involve," said Ri suspiciously, accepting the hand as she climbed out.

"Going somewhere."

"Where? You said to Emma and Regina that we were going to the diner and then to the park. We are already somewhere we're not supposed to be."

"Ri," Em sighed exasperatedly. "Have I taught you nothing? You don't tell grownups the truth. Relax. What could go wrong?"

Ten minutes later the girls were standing at the kerb of Main St outside Mary Margaret's apartment where a bright yellow 1972 Volkswagen Beetle was parked. Em pulled a screwdriver, a rock, and a bent wire clotheshanger out of nowhere and stood close to the passenger side door.

Ri's eyes widened and she hissed. "What are you doing, Em? Are you stealing Emma's cart?"

"It's a car and it's registered to Emma Swan. Last time I checked that's me. So it's not stealing."

Em glanced up and down the street, keeping an eye out as she worked the wire coathanger into the gap between the door and the window. The lock easily slipped free with a clunk. Ta-dah! She opened the passenger side door and gestured for Ri to get inside.

"Get in, Ri. We're going parking."

Ri's patent black ballet flats never moved an inch from where they were. "Are you sure you know what you're doing, Em? This seems more complicated than riding a horse. I hope you're better at driving than you are at that arcade game."

"Nah it's a cinch. Been doing it all my life."

"But how does it work? Is this thing safe? Where are the horses?"

Em was amused by the question. On her way around to the driver's side she knocked her knuckles twice on the car's yellow rear, where the engine was hidden. "In here."

"They're trapped in there?" shrieked Ri.

"Yep, all fifty of them. This car is a classic. I'm so excited! I always wanted one. They're not called Love Bugs for nothing..."