"What are you doing here?"

Regina demands sultrily as she remains stood blocking the doorway, and Emma regards her with an expression somewhere between smugness and confusion as she waits to be granted entry.

"Well, you said..."

"I said? I believe what I said was that under no circumstances were you to come over here tonight, dear."

The brunette reminds the younger woman, and she carefully hides a smile as the blonde's reaction speaks of a couple more drinks than usual, and leaves her looking altogether rather flustered and vulnerable.

"Well yeah, but you didn't mean that."

Emma calls her out on her bluff, and Regina raises an eyebrow as she fails to move from blocking the doorway. She supposes she would have moved sooner if Emma had failed to take her advice of donning something warm in which to make her way over here- still not quite over the irritable concern that had sat awkwardly in her chest the last time the idiotic woman decided to pay her a mid winter visit in a scrap of a dress- but the blonde stands wrapped in her parka- that fucking parka!- and looks to be providing her own alcohol induced heat.

"Oh, didn't I?"

The Mayor challenges, and she bites back a smirk when Emma frowns and replies cautiously

"Did you?"

Rewarding this confused sentiment with silence for a moment, Regina eventually turns heel and stalks out of the way of the door, replying darkly

"It's what I said, isn't it?"

"Umm... Yes?"

Emma agrees as she stands hesitantly in the threshold, and dark eyes glitter with concealed mirth as Regina heads for her home office.

"Close the door, Miss Swan, you're letting out all the heat."

She snaps, and with that she disappears, knowing Emma will eventually clue up and follow. She's proved right after only a couple of seconds, and she turns as the door to her office opens and closes to find the blonde looking no less wary than she had when she'd first greeted her. Smiling evilly, the brunette takes inspiration from her former role when she'd had Emma bent over the desk in the corner and speaks to her scoldingly.

"What do I have to do to get you to listen, dear?"

Green eyes roll in response as Emma appropriates her own tactic to try and smooth over whatever issue the Mayor has decided to create, and she shrugs off her coat to land in a heap at her feet, allowing Regina a fairly generous study of her cleavage in hopes it will sweeten the brunette up.

"Making a mess of my office is hardly going to get you back in my good books, Sheriff."

The Mayor hisses, and Emma glances down at her parka and back up at Regina as she tries to decide if the darker woman is being sincere. Indulgent rum consumption aside, she imagines that when it comes to leaving her things lying around in untidy heaps, Regina is likely deadly serious, and she offers a dramatic sigh as she bends to pick her coat back up and slings it over the metal hook mounted on the back of the door where the woman in question had once believed it a good idea to shackle her. The memory serves to darken her expression somewhat, and she wonders why in the hell she's even bothering to play nice.

Turning around to find Regina perched against her desk and studying her intently, she supposes she can think of a few reasons; two of them quite obvious through the sinfully thin silk of the brunette's neglige.

"So?"

The Mayor demands, and Emma raises a brow as she echoes her back in confusion.

"So...?"

"What do I have to do to make you behave?"

Regina persists, and the blonde cracks a grin as she doesn't miss the teasing lilt to the darker woman's voice, nor the yellow peek of the meter rule still resting against the chair. Following the small flicker of the Sheriff's eyes, the brunette glances over at the cruel stick and laughs lightly, shaking her head.

"I don't believe we've been enjoying one another quite long enough to begin suffering repetition."

She muses, although, in all honesty, she really wouldn't mind a repeat of that particular little activity. She just wants to maintain her upper hand, and, with the way Emma appears a little giddier than usual, she wants to take the opportunity to up her stake in their games. Of course, she has no intention of reverting to the way things had once been- of trying to beat Emma, exactly- but the openly inebriated look the blonde offers her is exciting and new, and she wants to play accordingly.

"What did you have in mind?"

The Sheriff inquires huskily, and Regina smirks at her as though she has a whole host of devilish things in store. In actual fact, she is still deliberating on just what she would like to do to the blonde, but the wary cast to otherwise amiable features is one she relishes, and what Emma doesn't know may sting, but it won't hurt her.

"Well, firstly, much as you need to be taught a lesson, you are not a disgraced child so I suggest you desist standing in the corner like one."

The Mayor offers primly, and this garners her a predictable glower as Emma steps forward into the room, the click of her heels foreign, dangerous and loud.

"You can also remove the dress. I believe you were somewhat slurrily lamenting the fact we'd not finished what we'd started, so we may as well revert back to the original canvas."

"Such a poet."

Emma teases, but she works the zip that runs down the side of her dress happily enough.

"And I know it."

The Mayor retorts smartly, and pink velvet flickers at her between sharp teeth in response. Waiting for Emma to drop the dress- this time negating to comment on the fact the Sheriff leaves it strewn on the floor, but cataloguing such disobedience for later- Regina drinks in a familiar but very anticipated view with her finger held thoughtfully against the full pout of her lips.

"I do believe you weren't wearing underwear, earlier."

She reminds the Sheriff, and Emma offers her a dark look as she strips herself of simple lace and replies mockingly

"Oh, do you?"

"Miss Swan, this will all go so much more smoothly if you could quit copying everything I say..."

The brunette sighs as though she suffers a great and heavy burden by merely having to suffer the blonde's presence.

"I'm not copying what you're saying. I'm just annoying you."

Emma points out, and dark eyes roll as the Mayor nods and replies primly

"Yes, well, I suppose one must recognise their talents wherever they lie."

"Oh, Regina, you are a delight."

The blonde huffs, and the darker woman smirks, knowing that with the way things have changed, Emma means every word.

"Thank you, Sheriff."

She smiles sweetly, and the blonde offers her a bemused look in response, her arms crossed over her chest and her hips cocked in a display of irritation that would be extremely familiar and reminiscent of the old days, were it not for the fact that she takes up her stance all but naked.

"You almost sound like you've forgiven me."

She challenges bravely, and the Mayor laughs cruelly and shakes her head.

"Oh, no, dear. Not even close."

Regina promises, and she beckons the Sheriff over with a curl of her finger and a flash of her teeth. Emma obeys readily enough, continuing to surprise the brunette with the ease with which she moves in her heels (though, of course, Regina is careful not to let this show) and moving to stand before the Mayor with her toes coming to rest a couple of inches from the brunette's bare feet.

"You know, I am surprised you called me-"

The Mayor admits

"-I'd not have taken you as one to be quite so open with their wants and wills. Wouldn't have taken you to be quite so desperate."

She taunts, and she receives her desired response of a warning snarl that plays across pretty, pale lips. Catching the blonde's threat swiftly, she demands dominance with a hard, open mouthed kiss, before pulling back and studying the younger woman thoughtfully.

"I did however, point out to you that your neediness was your own problem. Especially when experiencing such annoyances in the middle of the night."

She continues, cordially keeping the fact that she's suffered her own arousal since receiving Emma's texts to herself.

"You offered up a rather baited suggestion for someone that's not interested, Madame Mayor."

The blonde challenges, and the brunette looks down with a serene smirk as she admires the delicate ladders in the younger woman's hold ups and tuts quietly.

"Oh, my dear, I never once said I wasn't interested."

She points out softly, and the Sheriff raises a brow as, again, this is really quite high praise when it comes to Regina.

"Then, methinks the lady doth protest too much."

Emma provokes, and rich, dark tresses shimmer as the darker woman shakes her head.

"The fact that you posses certain traits I find pleasing is hardly worth debating anymore. I've made my thoughts on the matter- and your body- quite clear. That doesn't mean however, that I wish to be awoken at some godawful hour to listen to you whining that your feeling, hmm... Frustrated."

"Regina, can't you just say horny like everyone else?"

Emma sighs, but she appreciates the look of utter disdain this suggestion grants her smugly, before teasing further

"And the hour I bothered you at seems to be getting later and later in your little spiel... Come on... You weren't asleep. You and I both know that."

"How could you possibly know such a thing?"

The brunette demands waspishly, and she privately surmises that she's going to quite enjoy wiping that infuriating smile off the younger woman's face.

"Am I wrong?"

Emma challenges, and glittering eyes darken as Regina whispers dangerously

"It's high time you were taught some manners, Sheriff."

And with that, she tastes the blonde once again- roughly, and with her nails digging in to the younger woman's bare side- before she traces one of the narrow ladders marring sleek nylon with her gaze intently focused on the blonde's reaction. Dusky lashes flutter as sharp teeth flash to accentuate a raspy intake of breath, and she smiles cruelly as she works her fingers between fractured strands to rest against hot flesh.

"You liked it when I ripped these before?"

She muses quietly, and Emma snaps back defensively

"I'm not the only one."

Laughing at this, Regina permits the blonde the truth and nods in agreement as her other hand trails low down the younger woman's stomach to rest promisingly just above where she wants it.

"No. True. That really was quite a cruel little display you subjected me to earlier, though."

"You asked."

"Mhhmm, true. Just as you asked me to ruin what little you still wear, dear. And, just as you indulged me, I plan to do the same to you. But you do need a little reminder that you would do well to watch yourself around me. I no longer wish for your demise, this is true, but that doesn't mean I don't dream of your punishment for behaving as poorly as you often do."

"Well, I'm pleased to be of service, Regina."

Emma responds cattily, and she bites back a yipped cry as her insolence rewards her a smart smack between her legs.

"You're impossible."

Regina hisses, and the blonde sensibly refrains from informing the Mayor that she's welcome.

Instead, she simply raises her jaw defiantly; her tongue hot with rum and her stomach tense as manicured fingers come to rest casually against her heat. Keeping green eyes locked with her own warningly, Regina reaches back onto the desk to locate a slim, cruel, silver implement they both remember well.

Tracing the letter opener deliberately down between the younger woman's breasts to create a thin, slowly reddening line leading to her navel, the brunette smiles indulgently when Emma refuses to look down; her pupils blowing out brilliantly as she catches her bottom lip between sharp teeth, knowing full well just what the source of that icy threat is.

"You would do well to heed my requests next time, Sheriff."

Regina purrs into the blonde's ear; stepping in flush as she slips two fingers into satin warmth while she works a series of crude tears across the tops of Emma's hold ups with swift flicks of the letter opener.

"Fuck."

The blonde hisses as her own fingers wind themselves into thick, bed-mussed hair, and she moves encouragingly against the slick promise of the Mayor's neglige as Regina holds the blade flat against the exposed flesh of the top her thigh and works her other hand with a little more earnest. Feeling the blonde begin to tremble tellingly against her, she uses the letter opener one last time to slice cleanly through the lace of the younger woman's left stocking- sending ruined nylon fluttering down her leg- before stepping back and watching the Sheriff struggle to keep herself from stumbling.

"Hey!"

Emma cries at her in furious surprise, and Regina simply smiles serenely, pointing over to the crumpled pink of the Sheriff's dress that litters her otherwise immaculate floor.

"As I said. Next time, when I tell you to do something... Do it."