It started with a whisper
And that was when I kissed her
And then she made my lips hurt
I could hear the chit chat
Take me to your love shack
Mamas always gotta back track
When everybody talks back

Regina Mills was simply the most infuriating person Emma had ever met. They were outside Granny's, having yet another "discussion" about her visitation schedule with Henry, and of course the mayor had to turn it into a game of Let's Insult Emma. Honestly, the topics of the conditions of Henry's birth and the less than stellar qualities of his father were getting a little exhausting. Emma's mind began to wander, only catching snippets of Regina's rant.

"Since you thought a jail cell was a proper place to welcome him into the world, I'm sure you would take him…" Sure, because she chose to be pregnant and incarcerated.

"You gave up any right you had to Henry, Miss Swan when you…" Yeah, yeah she gave him up, she abandoned him, she heard it the first five hundred times. It was ironic, the woman was constantly criticizing Emma's parenting abilities yet at the same time reprimanding her having Regina raise him!

"And how you expect me to trust that he'll be safe in that eyesore of yours…" The car-not as popular a choice as the abandonment one but an often insult nonetheless.

"Plus I'm sure you want some more time to yourself to roam the bars. I'm afraid Mary Margaret took the only married sleaze in this town but I'm sure you can find someone just as…interesting"

At this, Emma lost control and blurted out what she'd been saying in her head for the last five minutes.

"Well Madame Mayor not all of us have your gorgeous body. Some of us have to settle for the charming man who convinces you he's single before throwing you out on the street when his wife shows up."

Regina gasped, and Emma inwardly cursed herself for being so stupid. Sure, she had always admired the mayor's body, and she enjoyed their arguments more than she cared to admit, but Regina sure didn't need to know that, and she sure didn't need to know anything about Emma's past.

She opened up her mouth to try to cover up her statement, but before she got any words out she heard the mayor whisper something. Something she probably didn't mean for Emma to hear.

"You're beautiful"

Regina thought she was beautiful. Regina cared.

Suddenly Emma's brain short circuited and she found herself closing the small distance between Regina and herself, and capturing the brunette's lips in a bruising kiss. She expected to get shoved away and threatened with a sexual assault charge, but instead she felt Regina start to kiss her back. Soon her hands were roaming Regina's body, and the mayor's own hands were tangled in Emma's hair. Their lips and tongues were in a war for control, and it didn't seem to matter who was winning.

It was only when they had to finally come up for air that Emma realized something.

They were in public.

In fact right outside a diner where half the town was currently eating dinner.

And staring

At them.

And now whispering.

A lot.

Oh Crap.

Emma glanced at the diner crowd, who by now were not even pretending to be doing something else other than staring. She gave them a sheepish smile and a wave, and mouthed, "Hi."

Smooth, Ems, real smooth.

She scanned the faces in front of her, taking in the various expressions. Ashley was blushing, Mary Margaret was just gaping, and Ruby was-Ruby was smiling!

Wait, what?

But before Emma could decide on her next course of action, suddenly everyone inside Granny's simultaneously looked away and busied themselves in talk or their food. She glanced at Regina, and found the woman doing her best mayoral stare down at the diner's inhabitants. Damn, she was good at that. When eventually the last pair of eyes (Ruby's) had turned back away, Regina refocused on the blonde, eyebrows raised and an expectant look on her face.

"Well, Miss Swan, shall we?"

"Umm, shall we what?"

"Shall we continue this inside my house or would you rather remain here being gawked at like zoo animals?"

Emma rolled her eyes before realizing what exactly the mayor had just said. Continue this? Continue what? And then Emma's brain began filling with visuals of just where she would like their make out session to continue to. Lost in thoughts that would make even Leroy blush, Emma didn't even notice they had started walking until she found herself standing in front of Regina's mansion.

"Cider, Miss Swan?"

"Thanks," Emma muttered as Regina handed her a glass of the brunette's signature drink. They were standing in the mayor's living room, and Emma couldn't help but stare as Regina bent over to place coasters on the coffee table, her form-fitting dress tight in all the places Emma knew she shouldn't be looking at. Shaking her head, she broke the silence with the easiest and most obvious question: "So where is Henry?"

"I had Archie take him to the library after his session. While it may be okay with you that he spends all his time with his nose in that fairy tale book, I for one would like him to read some quality literature." Regina tried to hide the flash of pain that crossed her face when she brought up the book, but there was no getting it passed Emma. As cold as she pretended to be, Emma knew it hurt Regina knowing her son thought she was evil.

"You know, Regina, Henry's just a confused kid. He feels-"

"Miss Swan, I hope you're not mistaken," Regina interrupted her, "the fact that you decided to attack my mouth in public does not mean you have the right to tell me what my son feels"

Emma should have known better. She should have known Regina would backtrack and pretend their exchange was one sided. She should just thank her for the cider and get the hell out of there.

No. If she did that, Regina would win; she would get to pretend the kiss never happened and that she didn't feel anything for Emma. The blonde's bruised lips contradict both those statements.

No. She refused to go along with Regina's "attack" story. The mayor wasn't getting out of this that easily. Watching Regina slip into another "he is my son" rant, Emma knew she needed to break down that cold mask that was constantly in place, the one Emma had seen slip only a few times-the last time being when they kissed.

No. Emma was going to destroy that mask, and she was going to have some fun doing it.

"You know, Madam Mayor, you didn't seem to be protesting my 'attack' when you were moaning my name."

Emma smiled as Regina flustered hopelessly for a few moments before coming up with a response.

"I can assure you I did no such thing, and how dare you accuse me of-of enjoying that-that…" Regina continued to stammer, and as much as she tried to keep her face stern, Emma knew she had gotten through.

"Well then, let's see if you enjoy this," Emma rose from her seat and crossed the room to where Regina was fumbling at the bar. Grabbing the mayor's head and pulling it towards her, Emma crushed her lips to Regina's for the second time that day, and the way the brunette's body melted into her was all the reassurance and proof Emma needed. Try all she wanted, Regina couldn't deny her attraction.

Two hours later, Emma exited the mansion, bruised, scratched and satisfied. The tension between them had gone on unreleased too long, and Emma felt more relaxed than she had in weeks. They had made out on just about every surface of the living room before moving on to every other room in the house.

Every room, that is, except Regina's bedroom-Henry had arrived at the house before they got the chance. Regina told Henry that Emma was there discussing the town budget and was "just leaving." Emma took the hint and said her goodbyes, giving Regina a wink when Henry wasn't looking.

Smiling at the memory, Emma pulled out her phone, untouched since the kiss at Granny's. Flipping it open, she discovered that she had 35 unread texts. The first was from Mary Margaret, and it simply said:

You're gonna have some explaining to do.

Emma sighed. She had a feeling this was going to be a very, very long night.

A/N: This is my first fan-fiction story, so go easy on me! Let me know through reviews if I should continue it :)