Sorry this took so long. I really struggled with this chapter and I still don't love it, but I hope ya'll like it.

"You know, Regina, if you wanted to hear my voice, you could have just told me."

Caught off guard, Regina sputtered, "Wha-I didn't . . . what on earth are you talking about, Miss Swan?"

Emma smirked on the other end of the phone. "Cups, Regina? Really?" She settled back against her pillow, making herself comfortable for what would surely be an interesting conversation. She knew exactly why Regina had called, and she also knew the stubborn woman didn't want to admit it. Mostly importantly, Emma knew that she could be just as stubborn. And she had the upper hand.

"I don't know what you are insinuating, dear, but I assure you, I was merely calling to let you know that I still have your cups." The imperious tone that Regina had taken on was almost convincing. But not quite.

"So you're telling me that you just noticed that they were there?"

"Well, no, I . . . um . . . I noticed them shortly after you left, but I, uh, forgot to tell you."

"Uh huh. So you avoided me for three days and then just HAD to call me in the middle of the night to let me know?"

"I was NOT avoid . . ."

Emma interrupted Regina's denial. No point in arguing about what she knew was going to be a lie. "You know what I think, Madam Mayor? I think you have a problem." She lowered her voice and all but purred into the phone. "And I think I'm the only one who can help you with your problem." She heard a quiet gasp and smiled.

Regina recovered quickly. "That's awfully presumptuous of you, Miss Swan. What makes you think you could help me? If I had a problem, that is. Which I don't."

"Because you trust me."

"What?" Regina had obviously not been expecting that answer.

"You trust me. More than you trust anyone. Don't bother denying it." Emma hesitated for a moment. Should she go there yet? "You trusted me to blindfold you the other night." Oh, yeah, she went there.

"I-I was drunk. I don't remember."

"Sure, sure, I know. There's another reason I'm the solution to your problem."

"Pray tell, Miss Fix-it."

"You're attracted to me."

The sharp laugh that came through the phone was less than convincing. "Your ego knows no bounds, does it, Miss Swan?"

"It's too bad you don't remember the other night. You sure enjoyed yourself."

Regina snorted. "Says you."

"You really don't remember me blindfolding you and feeding you that delicious chocolate? You don't remember telling me how you like your nipples pinched and sucked?" Regina's breath was ragged in Emma's ear. She revelled in being able to affect her so with just a few words. An aroused Regina turned her on like nothing else. Maybe if she showed Regina that she wasn't the only one feeling something, it would put her at ease.

"I was so honored to have your trust that night, Regina. And you were so sexy. You ARE so sexy." Swallowing her own apprehension, Emma decided that it was time for an admission of her own. "You weren't the only one who was turned on. I've wanted you for years."

"You-you have?" Emma heard disbelief mixed with hope in Regina's question.

"Of course! Have you seen yourself? God, woman, you're sex on legs. Come on, you know you're gorgeous."

Regina gave a soft laugh. "Well, I didn't know YOU thought I was."

"Oh, yeah." Emma closed her eyes, picturing Regina back on her couch three nights before. "Seeing you there, all nervous but turned on at the same time, giving me that little bit of control . . . it was so hot." Her hand smoothed down over her stomach and stopped at the waistband of her shorts. She toyed with the elastic band as she remembered.

"I couldn't take my eyes off your lips when you were eating the chocolate. You have the sexiest mouth. And when you sucked on my finger, oh, my God, Regina. I thought I was going to melt into a puddle right there in your living room."

Regina's voice husked over the line, deepened with arousal and emotion. "Sucking on fingers doesn't sound like something I would do."

Emma chuckled. "Well, it surprised the hell out of me, too! I haven't been able to stop thinking about it." Overwhelmed by the combination of fantasy and reality, she let her hand slip down into her shorts. "You looked so beautiful, all flushed and aroused. And the way your breasts felt in my hands, oh, my God."

"All we did was kiss!" Indignant Regina was back.

"Hey, a girl can dream." She smiled at Regina's slip-up. "Sounds like you remember after all!" It was a cheap trick, but Emma didn't feel bad in the least. It was time to move on from the stupid drunken amnesia game.

Regina hesitated. "I . . ." After a heavy sigh, she continued. "Yes. I remember. Happy?"

"Ecstatic. I was getting sick of the bullshit. You want me, I want you. Why not have some fun?"

"You're so sure we would have fun?"

"Babe, I'm way ahead of you in the fun department right now. If you could only feel how wet I am right now just talking to you." Emma had been absentmindedly stroking herself over her underwear, but now she took the opportunity to slip her hand inside them and feel just how wet she really was. "God, arguing with you gets me so hot sometimes. It's freakin' embarrassing."

"Really, Miss Swan! I knew you were unprofessional, but all this time you have been picturing me naked when we have discussions?"

Emma liked teasing Regina much better than haughty, defensive Regina. "Oh, Madam Mayor, I was picturing much more than your sexy ass." For a few moments, there was no sound on the line save their panting breaths. Emma was determined that Regina would be an active participant in whatever happened this night. If she wanted more from Emma, she would have to ask.

Regina cleared her throat. "Ahem. Well, would you care to . . . elaborate?"

"That depends."

"On what?"

"Did you call me because you were horny and needed to hear my voice to get off?" Emma held her breath and stilled her hand, afraid she had pushed too hard, but desperately needing to hear the answer.

Another shuddering breath. "Yes. I haven't been able to stop thinking about that night. About you."

Emma's eyes slid shut as bit her lip and moaned in relief. Her fingers resumed their exploration in earnest, now circling her clit but not quite touching yet. She wanted to make it last, to come with Regina if she could manage it. "I can't stop thinking about it either. About how badly I wanted to fuck you."

A strangled sound came over the line. "Oh, gods."

"Are you touching yourself, Regina?"

"Um, no."

"I want you to put me on speaker, take off whatever you're wearing, and lay back down. Can you do that for me?"

Emma heard a soft thud as Regina's phone hit the bed, and the shuffling sounds of Regina hurrying to do as requested. Emma chuckled as a muffled curse filtered through, pleased that Regina was no longer trying to hide her excitement.

"OK," came Regina's breathless answer after just a few moments. "I'm ready."

"Oh, you aren't ready yet. But don't worry, I'll get you there." She smiled at Regina's strangled groan. "I'm going to go easy on you tonight. I want you to touch yourself however you like, but you are to ask permission before you come. Understood?"

After hesitating just long enough to make Emma nervous, Regina whispered, "I understand."

Emma bit her lip in a futile attempt to hold back a moan. Having Regina give trust her and relinquish control in even that small way kicked her arousal up another notch. "You have no idea how much that turns me on." After taking a few deep breaths to regain control, Emma turned her attention back to the woman waiting not-so-patiently for her to continue.

"I want to hear you, Regina. Don't hold back. And talk to me. I want to know you're with me." She was answered by silence. She looked at her phone, thinking maybe they had been disconnected, but that was not the problem. Worried Regina had changed her mind, she asked, "You still there?"

"Oh! Sorry! I, um . . . I nodded. I had my eyes closed and kind of forgot you weren't in the room with me."

Emma sighed in relief. "That's why I want to hear you, babe. Well, that, and it's fucking hot as hell to hear you."

"Gods . . ."

"Are you touching yourself now?"

"Yes."

"I wish I could see you. You're so damn beautiful, I can only imagine what you look like lying there naked, thinking about me." Emma's fingers sped up once more, inspired by the image in her mind of Regina on her bed. She teased around her opening, delving inside just enough to gather more moisture before sliding back to her clit.

"Are- ahem- are you naked?"

Emma smiled, amused to hear Mayor Mills shyly ask what she was wearing. But she knew this wasn't the time to tease her about it. "No, I'm wearing one of my white tank tops and pajama shorts."

"Oh . . ."

"Do you like that?"

"Yes."

"Do you fantasize about me in my tank tops?"

". . . Maybe."

"Uh uh, no maybes tonight. I want you to answer me honestly."

Regina huffed, but didn't argue. "Fine, yes, I have fantasized about you in your tank tops."

"I fantasize about YOU in one of my tank tops. And in that red dress. And out of that red dress. God, I'd love to peel that dress off of you. Or push the skirt up around your waist and bend you over your desk. Mmm, yeah, that's the one." Emma paused to put her own phone on speaker and set it on the pillow next to her head. Her hand now free, she slipped it under the hem of her top and began softly massaging her breast.

"My desk, huh? I suppose I can admit to one or two daydreams involving you and various pieces of furniture in my office."

"Oh, yeah, when you yell at me in there, it makes me want to put you face down on that desk and fuck you so hard." Emma pictured the exact scenario, imagining herself spinning Regina around and making her bend over the desk, dragging the skirt of her dress up her thighs and bunching it around her waist. "Please tell me you wear stockings under that dress." The thought of Regina in a garter belt and stockings, ass in the air, had Emma pinching and rolling her nipple and sliding a single finger inside herself. Her heart was pounding with the excitement of the fantasy and letting Regina in on her formerly secret thoughts.

"Sometimes. I wear stockings sometimes," Regina confessed, panting. "Please, what would you do to me on the desk? I need to hear it."

"Are you close already, Your Majesty?" Emma teased. "I haven't even gotten to the good stuff yet."

"It's your voice. When you speak to me like that, it just does something to me." Regina moaned a desperate sound. "I promise I'll ask before I come, just please keep talking!"

Emma clenched around her finger, Regina's begging driving her closer to the edge. "I'd love to be inside you right now, feeling you get tighter and tighter as I whisper dirty things in your ear. Would you like that? Would you like to hear my voice while I fuck you?"

Regina gasped, "Ohhhh, gods, yes . . ."

"Are you going to come for me, Regina? I want to hear it. I want to hear you scream my name." Emma slipped a second finger inside while her other hand left her breast to concentrate on her clit, pressing and circling the slippery nub. It sounded like Regina was really close and she wanted to be right there with her.

"Yes, I . . . please, may I come? I'm so close!"

"Not yet, beautiful. I'm not ready for you to come just yet." In truth, Emma was the one who wasn't quite there yet, but she also wanted to exert that little bit of control that Regina had gifted to her. It was what Regina had asked for, and Emma would damn well make sure she got it.

Regina cried out, an almost painful sound. "Damn it! I need . . . please! Oh please oh please oh please . . ."

"Fuck! You're killing me, woman." Emma's hips bucked and her back arched off the bed as her fingers moved furiously over her clit. She heard Regina practically sobbing in frustration and decided it was time to reward her obedience. "Come for me, beautiful. I'm right here with you. Let me hear how good you feel."

"Em-Emma! Uh! Fuck! Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Regina's cries triggered Emma's own orgasm, and she moaned her pleasure into the darkness, letting Regina know that she wasn't alone in her experience. Lying dazed in the aftermath of one of the hottest encounters of her life, Emma somehow managed to voice her appreciation. "Ohhh, my God, you're incredible. Wow."

It took a couple of minutes for her to recover, and when she did, she realized she wasn't hearing anything from Regina. "Regina, babe, you alright?"

"Uh, yeah. Listen, I'm really tired, so I think I'll go to sleep now."

"Oh, OK. Well, good night, beautiful. I'm so glad you called me."

"Um, yeah. Good night."

"Shit." Emma stared at the silent phone in her hand and tried to understand what had just happened. She thought they had finally turned a corner in their relationship, but now it felt like they were back at square one again. She flopped back on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling.