It was time for Regina and Emma's bi-monthly meeting to discuss the Sheriff Station's budget. They always held this meeting at Regina's office, sitting at the conference table. Regina would sit at the head, with Emma on her right. It was a habit they'd gotten into.

But this time, Regina couldn't stop fidgeting. Emma noticed it immediately. She would constantly shift in her seat, rearrange her trousers, cross her legs only to immediately uncross them again with a grimace.

"Regina," Emma finally interrupted when she reached to tug at them again, "Are you alright? You look, well, uncomfortable, to say the least."

"I- I'm fine," Regina shrugged. "Just haven't worn these pants in a while - they must have gotten tight on me."

Emma frowned. "That's totally believable," she said sarcastically. "Are you forgetting about my-"

"Superpower? No, I'm not, I just don't want to talk about it."

"Regina," Emma sighed, causing the older woman to glance up. "We're friends now. You can be honest with me."

And it was true. They'd been friends for a few months now; actually getting along. Not to mention Regina had been Emma's magic tutor.

Regina hesitated, then deflated a little, laying the papers in her hands out flat on the table. "Well, Ruby came over last night-"

"Are you about to tell me that you two have STDs?" Emma interrupted again.

"You asked what's wrong, and now I'm going to tell you," Regina said. "At least give me a chance to do that."

It was no secret between Emma and Regina that the latter would sleep with Ruby every now and then. It was a way of letting off steam, and even though Emma was attracted to Regina these days more than ever, she didn't mind it. She was glad someone was satisfying Regina, even if it wasn't her.

"You're right, carry on."

"Ruby came over last night," Regina began again. "And after she left, I was still wearing the uh... strap-on." She whispered the last part, as if someone was eavesdropping. Regina may have been comfortable with sex, but she didn't want anyone else knowing what she got up to in her free time.

"Interesting," Emma nodded, mind miles away now, imagining Regina in nothing but a strap-on. "Go on."

"And I thought, hey. What if I could feel through it?" Emma nodded her interest. "So I was sitting there on my bed, and I decided to try a little spell to see if it would work..."

Emma put two and two together easily. "I can see exactly where this is going. It turned into a real penis, didn't it?"

Regina nodded. "And my pants aren't exactly... designed for such an appendage to be in them. That's the whole problem. Now lets get back to work, please?"

Emma shook her head. "I don't think that's the only problem you're having. You'd probably be a lot more comfortable if you didn't have a boner to go with it."

"What makes you th-"

"Because your pupils are dilated and your breathing gets heavier every time you fidget. You're accidentally enjoying the fidgeting, and with a penis, that only leads to one thing."

"It's been like it since I woke up, it just won't go down - or away at all, for that matter."

"Then there's only one answer - you need to, yknow, release."

"I tried in the shower yet it's still standing to attention," Regina admitted quietly.

Emma was blasted with another image of Regina, in the shower, stroking her- and there's the interruption.

"Miss Mills!" came the assistant's voice through the phone on the desk. "Your two o'clock is here, shall I postpone him?"

Regina went to answer but Emma beat her to it, pressing the response button. "Cancel everything for an hour," she said. "Just shuffle it all around, we're busy here."

"What are you doing?!" Regina said, standing near her desk chair - the bulge at her crotch incredibly prominent.

"Helping you out. Sit down," Emma smirked, giving Regina a nudge closer to the chair.

"Emma-"

"I'm serious, sit down. Maybe you just need a helping hand."

Regina's mouth was opening and closing like a fish, and Emma gave her a gentle shove on the chest - she fell backwards and landed in her swivel chair, and held onto the arm rests. Her legs were a little splayed from the unexpected push, and she watched as Emma came closer.

In truth, she'd been having sex with Ruby to release her frustration about not being able to have sex with Emma. Ruby was kind enough to keep it a secret that she'd sometimes moan the blonde's name - something Regina was ashamed about, not wanting to upset Ruby.

Emma was smiling like the cat that had just cornered the mouse, and Regina gulped. She knew she wanted this - she just didn't know if this was really the time or the place.

"My office - we shouldn't-"

She was cut off by Emma dropping to her knees, and placing her hands on Regina's thighs, gently rubbing.

"Do you want this?" Emma asked sincerely. "You and me - do you want us?"

All Regina could do was nod, her hands curling and her fingernails digging into the armrests.

"Then let me do this for you." Emma's voice was soft, and Regina just nodded again, gulping as Emma's hands slid up to the button and zipper on her pinstripe trousers.

Emma's gentle touch slipping over her bulge was different to her own, and she twitched a little. Emma's smile grew wider.

"You're cute when you have an unexpected boner," the blonde commented, causing Regina to gulp again - though that could have something to do with her zipper being undone, and showing that she hadn't worn panties underneath. They just wouldn't fit, so she'd foregone them.

Emma gently tugged the new appendage out of the jeans, unable to stifle the sudden, tiny moan that slipped past her lips. Seeing Regina like this - with this - was incredible.

The woman in question was bright red, her chest heaving at the contact - she'd never realised how sensitive such a thing could be, thought it was probably because she wasn't used to it. She stayed as still as she could as Emma's hand grasped it firmly, and she leant in.

The tip of her tongue brushed the tip of the cock. Regina's hips jumped a little.

Emma decided to go the whole hog - like when you're getting into a cold pool or ocean, what you have to do is dive right in, get used to the cold by immersing yourself in it.

So she wrapped her lips around the top and pushed forward, taking as much as she could into her mouth - and throat.

The moan Regina let out was low, long, and she closed her eyes in bliss and let her head drop back. After a few moments, Emma pulled back - then forward. Then back. Then forward. She would speed up and then slow down, watching Regina's face. One hand remained stroking Regina's thigh, and the other slipped under her shirt, resting on Regina's abdomen. She scraped her nails and, at the same time, took all of Regina's cock into her mouth, right down the the base.

Another low, long moan. It was really like music to her ears - and she could feel herself getting wet. Her jeans felt too tight, all she wanted was to take everything off - but she was busy.

Regina's hands slipped up into Emma's hair, pushing it back and holding her head in place. She rolled her hips, taking control of the situation and pushing herself in and out of Emma's mouth. She watched it; light brown cock slipping in and out of beautiful pale pink lips. Her eyes flitted to Emma's and she knew then that this had to change.

She pushed Emma's head away from her extremity, and leant down whilst pulling her up. She pulled her into a kiss, immediately pushing her tongue out into Emma's mouth. Her cock was practically throbbing at this point, begging for more attention, and she knew just how to sate her need. But their kiss was more important right now - their first. This would not be one to tell the grandkids; how grandma and nanna had their first kiss, after nanna gave grandma a blowjob.

Nevertheless, it was romantic, as romance goes. It may not have been the right situation, but it was by far the right kiss. It was slow, gentle, their tongues pressing against one another's.

Regina broke it, standing up. Emma followed suit, bright red and almost desperate for whatever was going to come next. Regina started to push her classic red leather jacket from her shoulders, and once it was off Emma's hands went to Regina's waist.

They resumed the kiss, this one far more eager, more frantic. They both helped rid Emma of her clothes as they kissed, breathing heavy. Regina quickly and skillfully undid Emma's zipper, pushing the jeans down - and her pink panties along with them. Emma kicked off her shoes, and was finally left only in her socks.

Regina stepped back, admiring her body - it was toned, curved, and Emma's breasts- oh, they were perfect. Absentmindedly, her own hand drifted to her cock, still wet from Emma's mouth, and stroked gently.

Emma took the initiative and stumbled backwards against the glass desk, lifting herself up onto it. It was then Regina looked down, between the blonde's legs.

Emma was never one for totally shaving, and her thick blonde curls showed this - her thick blonde wet curls, Regina noted.

She gulped, stepping between Emma's legs. The latter's left arm came up over her shoulder, pulling Regina closer, while her right dropped down to touch herself, gently rubbing. She wanted to be ready as soon as possible, and Regina watched Emma's fingers while she stroked herself.

Emma's warm wetness dripped down onto the glass surface, and Regina could resist no longer. She replaced Emma's hand with her own, collecting her self-made lube and spreading it on her cock.

Emma moaned this time, and Regina loved it. She needed to hear more of it. So she gently laid Emma back on the cold glass, and kissed her breasts and nipples. She slipped a couple of fingers into Emma, and the blonde whined out a moan.

"I need more than that," She managed to gasp out, both hands now on Regina's shoulders.

It suddenly occurred to Emma that this would be one hell of a position to be caught in - laying back on Regina's desk, stripped down to but not including her socks and necklaces; legs hooked loosely around Regina's waist, with the Mayor leaning over her fully clothed and her cock out.

She wondered if she'd care.

"Regina, please," She whimpered, feeling her thumb rub her clit.

And then Regina leaned right over, pressing their lips together and slipping her cock smoothly into Emma's gorgeous cunt.

Both of them moaned, into each other's mouths. Regina didn't want to hold back, but she did. Just in case - she didn't want to hurt Emma, not even a little bit. So she gently pulled her hips back, forth, back, forth. Her fully-clothed chest pressed against Emma's completely bare one, and she wondered if she might break the desk with their full weight. What a thing to explain to a paramedic. 'Well you see, the Sheriff has glass embedded in her back and ass because I was fucking her on my desk.' What a headline for the Daily Mirror.

Emma broke the kiss and dropped her head back, leaving Regina free to kiss and bite her neck and breasts.

Her hips soon picked up speed, and Emma's moved too, pulling Regina's cock deeper and harder. Her legs wrapped tightly around Regina's waist to keep her in place, her arms holding tight to the Mayor's shoulders, and Regina continued to speed up.

Harder, faster, harder, faster, until the only noises in the office were their breathy moans, gasps, and the sound of Regina's hips slapping against Emma's.

In honesty, Regina was surprised she hadn't come yet. The feeling was delicious; she could feel every tiny part of Emma's cunt, and smiled to herself when her tip started to push against a rough patch - causing Emma's moans to increase in pitch and frequency, which only egged Regina on more.

Emma wasn't sure she'd ever had better sex in her entire life. Regina may have been new to having a cock but she wasn't new to how to use one. Now she could see why Ruby bragged to her about her sexcapades with Regina. The woman really was a master.

And when Regina's arms wrapped around Emma's waist, lifting her up at a new angle and hitting that rough patch even better and harder, she was in sheer bliss - and she felt safe, too. Comforted - loved, even. Regina's embrace was warm, and with the brunette's head resting on Emma's breasts, they fit perfectly together.

"Almost-," Emma gasped, "There-," she cried out again, arching her back more, pushing her breasts upwards and her hips down to meet Regina's.

Regina responded by slamming even harder, rolling her hips in tandem with Emma's, and felt her own orgasm bubbling too.

Emma was first to come. She completely stilled, back not even touching the desk other than at her shoulders, and let out one hell of a moan. There was no way Regina's assistant hadn't heard that. In fact, there was no way anyone in the general vicinity hadn't heard that.

Regina thought she'd be able to pull out in time, she thought she'd have been fine, she thought she'd have been unaffected by Emma's gutteral moan, but she toppled over the edge of orgasm before she could withdraw, and she was balls-deep in Emma when it hit. She, too, stilled, as Emma's back eased down onto the glass. Her hips bucked a little, and she grunted a few times - eyes shut tight, teeth gritted.

She pulled out when she knew she was done, and slumped straight backwards into her chair - where she had a perfect view of Emma's glistening pussy. Emma's hips were shifting slightly with every deep breath she took and exhaled, and Regina rolled her chair closer. She stroked Emma's thighs and then leant in, pressing a gentle kiss to Emma's clit before calmly licking up their mixed juices. It was like no combination she'd ever tasted - no wine, no cider, no meal could compare to this bliss her tastebuds were being granted.

Emma inhaled sharply when Regina had started, and didn't protest. She knew she was spent, that she wouldn't come again for some time now, and she could tell that Regina felt the same - she wasn't eating her out, merely... cleaning her up.

When she found the energy to do so, Emma slowly sat up, her blonde locks falling in front of her face as she looked down at Regina - who also sat back.

"I think your little problem's gone," Emma muttered breathlessly, nodding towards Regina's crotch - where a strap on was resting instead.

Regina sighed in relief and unclasped it, pulling it away from her body. The hips of her trousers were wet with Emma. She knew keeping a spare outfit at the office would come in handy one day.

Regina looked up at Emma, and pulled her face down into a gentle, caring kiss. When she pulled back, she got up on shaky legs and headed for one of her cupboards, retrieving the clean clothes she kept. Emma watched her, silent.

"You, uh," she started, clearing her throat as Regina began to get changed. "You can remember that spell, right?"