A/N: Writing smut under a skylight being pounded on by rain, and drinking wine through a Disney straw for lunch... Does it get any better?... Probably... I could be, you know, employed or something...

Also... I hadn't realised my iTunes got stuck on the same song for the hour or so while I was writing this, so hopefully it's not too badly affected! I'll call it 'an artistic catalyst' rather than drunkenness... So yes; this chapter was 'inspired' by Milk & Honey- Delain.

"I think I might just want some dessert..."

"Hmmm... Well if you're offering..."

The blonde teases huskily; placing her wine blindly down to her side, before threading her fingers into dark locks and meeting the Mayor's lips gently. She closes her eyes as the darker woman tastes her tentatively at first, but cracks open sooty lashes at the sound of the door creaking on its hinges; her heart suddenly seeming to jump into her throat. It's not Henry, however, but Regina who seems responsible; the brunette chuckling darkly as she holds out her hand and makes a swift movement with her wrist that has the painted wood closing gently, followed by the unmistakable sound of a lock clicking shut.

Emma frowns; she hadn't realised the door even had a lock.

A resultant clench further south garnered by that promising sound has her deciding she doesn't much care about such things.

She closes her eyes once more, and allows the darker woman to lean into her heavily; Regina ridding herself of her own wine and placing her hands at the Sheriff's waist.

Taking Emma's hesitant slip of her tongue as an invite; she slides one of her hands deftly up under soft wool to come to rest at the warm flesh beneath. Such intimate contact has her head spinning a little, and she is vaguely aware that she has no clue as to how far the younger woman proposes this all going. Right now, she decides it doesn't really matter, as she has no inclination to stop until otherwise requested.

Perhaps not even then.

As if solidifying this sudden want, she brushes curious fingers ever higher, until she cups soft satin gently, and leaves a pale swatch of flesh on display from where her exploration has caused the Sheriff's sweater to ride up.

Her attentions are rewarded when the blonde pulls lightly- respectfully- at her hair, in order to coax her into offering up the slender column of her throat.

A light nip and gentle suck at the sensitive spot where her neck joins her shoulders has her letting out a low sigh and digging in her nails as she keeps her grip firm on the soft weight of the Sheriff's breast.

She finds herself pondering vaguely over the fact that no man she has ever been with has affected her in such a way- has begun their fancies with such slow leisure- but then blocks this thought out. She takes no issue with her interest in the blonde for such reasons- but rather, because it is Emma Swan about whom her mind has recently been going off on unwarranted tangents- and has no wish to complicate matters further by dwelling on the question of sexuality. That said, she suffers a momentary inkling to ask the Sheriff if she's done, well, this before, but decides against it.

A slim thigh presses purposefully against the apex created by her skirt, and she decides such a question would simply take up precious time.

Murmuring softly into the blonde's ear, she drags a delicate cup down and replaces its gentle support with her palm.

"Well, Sheriff, is this how you imagined it would be?"

She tries to maintain control with her words, but the younger woman responds with new vigour present in her kiss, and sweet delicacy with her fingers as she drags her nails down the back of a silken shirt.

Leaning back, the blonde smirks, before running her wandering hand down to the zip of the Mayor's skirt and relinquishing her of the item deftly.

"Kind of... You're usually angrier at me by this point."

Gasping as the cold air greets the bare flesh of her thighs, Regina stands back with her hands on her hips, regarding the Sheriff with mock irritability.

Such irritation does nothing to hinder Emma's interest in her new discovery.

"See something you like?"

The brunette scoffs, and the younger woman laughs as she turns them round and backs the Mayor towards the counter; unmindful of the wine that shudders precariously as she slams her hips against the darker woman's and deepens her kiss before murmuring against smeared scarlet

"Ignore that last... So far this is pretty much exactly what I'd had in mind."

Slipping her finger in-between tight nylon with its texturised topping and impossibly smooth flesh, she allows the darker woman's hold ups to snap back against her skin to illicit a low mewl.

Offering a form of sweet rebuttal, Regina plucks at the plush wool of the blonde's sweater and pulls it up over her head; watching as Emma shakes out soft curls and deciding that she and the Sheriff are at least even in reality matching desire, as she drinks in the toned expanse of the younger woman's midsection.

"I suppose you'll do..."

She offers; in no way about to relay the effect her current view is having on her beneath expensive silk. The blonde tosses her hair back over her shoulder in response and grins- tempting and feline in skin tight denim and tar black satin- and begins working at the buttons to the Mayor's shirt.

Pressing her thigh back between slender legs encased in devilishly sheer nylon, she allows pearl silk to gape open and brings her tongue to flesh; Regina leaning back and supporting herself against the counter with a low hum as soft velvet trails her skin from throat to sternum. A sharp nip at a lace cup has her releasing an altogether more guttural sound.

Shouldn't be doing this... It's Emma...

Yes, it's Emma, but in that lies half of her intrigue, as the slender limbs she has brought up and played puppet master over in her mind's eye ripple brilliantly in the clean light of her kitchen overheads. There is something so wrong about allowing this to happen, but the delicate scent of vanilla she has come to associate with the blonde, and the heavy fall of curls whispering against her recently liberated flesh drives all coherent thought from her mind, and instead of laying down ground rules, she simply slings her arm round the Sheriff's neck and growls warningly into her ear; her teeth grazing a soft cheek

"You already know what this part is like... If you're going to do it, Sheriff, then get on with it..."

Laughter at this- husky and purely sexual- into the chaos that has become of her hair, and she deftly tugs loose the younger woman's bra and pulls forbidden flesh closer to her as the back of her head makes light contact with the overhanging cabinets that line the wall.

Deciding to take heed of Madame Mayor's- her Royal Highness's- curt plea, Emma dips her fingers playfully into the shadow of the darker woman's underwear; bearing the fact that this whole situation is entirely new to her no mind. She supposes there must be enough psychological baggage between the two of them to fill a case-study textbook, but, just as she had suffered no real emotional turmoil in brushing her lips against the brunette's the day before, nor does she now as her fingers find the silken heat that let her know that this is most definitely a mutual infatuation.

And besides... So far as she's concerned, she knows more than enough about how to use her hands.

Slipping first one, then two, fingers purposefully between slick folds, she curls them upwards and swallows the resultant sound born from beautifully full lips; using her palm to add extra pressure and admiring the way the ordinarily devoutly controlled Mayor clenches her eyes shut and throws her hands backwards to clutch at the counter in a white-kunckled grip.

"Lose the jeans..."

Regina orders with as much authority as she can muster; regarding Emma darkly beneath lashes fluttering at half-mast.

The Sheriff complies- dragging her hand from the brunette's lingerie with slow cruelty- and wrestles with her Levi's. She toes off her boots indifferently as she pulls down the zipper, and shimmies out of tight denim with practiced finesse; leaving her bare but for a pair of plain, cotton briefs.

"Don't get shy now..."

The Mayor scolds, and the blonde raises an eyebrow, before slipping her fingers beneath tight, black fabric and freeing herself completely by means of a deft, salacious push.

A delicate sheen glitters just below her navel as her fingers leave a trail of the darker woman's lust.

Wetting her lips, she moves back in on the brunette and slides her hand back beneath lingerie that more than rivals her own. Such silk and lace encase perfect curves delectably, but she can't help but feel that- divine or not- she'd like her little proffered display all the more if they were on even ground.

Working her free hand behind the Mayor with some difficulty, she tugs loose the tricky little teeth at the back of her bra and pulls away delicate lace and the expensive silk of her shirt. Lips crashing against Regina's; red with both wine and lip stain, she renews her playful ministrations down below as the brunette throws back her head and hisses a surprisingly creative list of expletives that encourage her with the knowledge that- experienced or not- she's living up to the task just fine.

"More..."

Comes a harsh snarl into cornsilk tangles, and the younger woman lets out a husky yelp which quickly turns into throaty laughter as the brunette grabs at the soft curve of her ass none to gently.

Holy shit, who ever saw this coming?

The thought only serves to make her laugh harder- arousal knotting pleasurably in her stomach or not- as she thinks back on several little fantasies induced by their tumultuous meetings over the past year.

Regina sat waiting to berate her in her office: lose the shirt and add a pair of handcuffs.

Regina bringing her apples: oops, dropped them, you'd better bend over and pick them up... In fact, let me help you.

Regina recognising her shirt: 'Give that back right now, young lady. No, I refuse to wait; we're going to go sort this out in the supply closet, and either you're going to take it off, or I'm going to do it for you.'

Regina: naked.

She supposes calling it premonition might be pushing it, but the seed had most definitely been planted long before yesterday.

A low moan brings her back to the task at hand and she grazes her teeth lightly over the sex-slick tendons at the darker woman's neck as the fingers digging crescent moons into her backside slide round to find her heat in an attempt to still her husky laughter.

A breathless warning of 'I'm close' completes this job quite nicely, as she swallows in response to the Mayor's pleasured shaking.

Acting on a whim- and seemingly a shared desire, as her sudden movements are met with eager cooperation- she urges the Mayor back and helps her hop up onto the counter with none of her usual grace due to the uncharacteristic need evident in her entire being. Clamboriing up with some difficulty- careful not to hit her head on the counters that loom over them, but having less luck with not catching her ankle on the tap curved over the sink- the blonde bears down on the darker woman heavily; slim legs splayed over the Mayor's as she bucks against the sodden silk of the latter's underwear.

Trying to keep the resultant noises that greet the sweet friction to her need to a minimum, the brunette pulls the Sheriff down to taste her with a kind of chaotic passion that speaks of all the numerous heated looks passed between them. Feeling herself swiftly nearing the brink of exctasy, she angles her hips up and matches the blonde's movements to enhance the sensation for each of them.

In some distant part of her consciousness, she is aware of the dull clunk the wine bottle makes as Emma grabs her wrists and holds them captive over her head; knocking the merlot on its side and sending the ruby liquid pattering down onto the floor.

Neither woman misses a beat.

Tendons in her wrists straining against the Sheriff's iron grasp, the Mayor goes rigid as she climaxes and feels the younger woman shudder above her- throwing back her head and sending a waterfall of tousled gold cascading down her naked back- as she comes undone almost simultaneously.

"Shit..."

Collapsing down over the Mayor while trying to catch her breath, the Sheriff kisses her clumsily, before pushing herself up to slide awkwardly down off the counter.

She is about half-way through this feat when she freezes; eyes flickering as the passing glow of headlights swim lazily past the window.

"Regina... Doesn't your kitchen overlook Main Street?"

"... Yes, dear..."

"... Perhaps next time we should pull the curtains..."

"... Agreed..."

Next time!?