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Pushing herself from the table, Regina stalks over to the narrow entrance of the cell and regards Emma intently. The blonde's attention is currently lowered to the bare expanse of her stomach, and she smiles slyly as she closes the cell door behind her, as though solidifying the reality of their proposed act. Green eyes flicker up to meet her own and she swallows; the darkness in the younger woman's gaze dangerously enticing.

"You look good."

Emma offers quietly as she remains stood with her back rested against the cool bars of the cell, waiting expectantly at the foot of the bed. Regina nods, perching on the thin mattress and looking up into lust-shadowed features with a sordid smile.

"Thank you. Is this more or less how you'd pictured me?"

She doesn't add anything else to her inquiry, but she can tell from the guilty flash of the Sheriff's eyes that the blonde knows what she means.

"So far, so good."

Emma replies huskily, and the Mayor smirks as she waits for the younger woman to join her on the cot.

"Shy?"

She taunts silkily, and the blonde shakes her head and offers her companion a wicked grin, climbing up onto the mattress and pushing the darker woman down with measured force.

"No. Did you think I would be?"

She asks curiously, and Regina thinks on this with a small hitch of her breath as the Sheriff straddles her assertively.

"Actually... Yes."

She admits, looking down through heavy lids as pale fingers trace the soft dips of her abdomen.

"Yeah?"

"A little. You're hellishly obnoxious, but I've always felt as though that might be a front. You strike me as reserved... Well, you did before your little game under my desk!"

Allowing her teasing smirk to become a kinder smile, Emma nods agreeably and muses

"I've never been all that great with knowing what to say. I've spent so long trying to shut myself off, that expressing myself is actually pretty hard sometimes... There has always been one way I've excelled in getting my point across, though. Unfortunately, it's not a method that can always be applied."

She winks, and the brunette sighs approvingly as the Sheriff's surprisingly gentle exploration moves up to skim the lace underside of her bra, before returning down to the flat expanse of her stomach; the blonde's left thumb slipping teasingly under the waistband of her skirt.

"I would almost be so bold as to suggest you might have done well attempting to doing something like this sooner- given that your other approaches to besting me were so hopelessly flawed- but I suppose now is better than never."

Cocking her head to the side as she raises a brow down at the Mayor, Emma replies quietly

"You almost sound like you've been waiting for this."

"I've been waiting for something..."

Regina frowns, remembering the shock she'd felt when understanding Robin had been the one Tink had been preparing her for. She'd felt dubious and uncertain, but also a small glimmer of hope. She'd thought- and why wouldn't she?- that he had been it. He had been what she'd been waiting for.

Looking up into blown green eyes, she swallows, drinking in the thin silver rims lining the blonde's irises and the faint constellation of freckles beneath. Everything about Emma's face is familiar to her, and she allows for the slim possibility that maybe she'd been waiting for something else all along.

"I really do like you."

The blonde answers quietly with her own look of wariness, but she masks it swiftly with a grin as she runs her hand purposefully up the darker woman's bare side; insinuating that she refers to nothing but flesh.

"Good. Perhaps you'd be so polite as to even things out, then."

Regina suggests with a similarly unemotional rolling of her eyes.

She groans quietly as Emma leans down and tastes her pulse point hungrily before sitting up to comply. The blonde pulls her sweater and the scant scrap of cotton she'd been wearing beneath up over her head and tosses them onto the floor. The simple green cups of her bra juxtapose the intricate magnolia lace of the brunette's, and she rests her palm over the Mayor's left breast, feeling complex whorls brushing her palm.

"Better?"

"It's a start."

The Mayor agrees, and the Sheriff grins as she goes back to kissing the darker woman wetly, moving over her slowly with the encouragement of a firm hand clutching her backside.

"I've got to say, this is a bit more exciting than the last time you got me naked."

Emma sarks against parted lips, and the brunette shivers as she thinks of pretty, pale flesh vulnerable on her dungeon floor, before prompting boldly

"Seems only fair that you give this version of me a better look then, as you have the experience."

Her tone is teasing, but there is a greater truth that lies behind her words, and Emma's smirk flickers slightly as this fact isn't lost on her. Weighing up whether to make this hard for the brunette or to extend the olive branch, she supposes that Regina has so far been much kinder towards her than she might have been given their current situation, and she decides to repay the favour.

Sitting up to allow the darker woman a better view of what's on offer, she unclasps the small catch at the front of her bra with a deft flick of her wrist; pulling simple satin cleanly out of the way and dropping it onto the rest of her shed clothes. Pushing her hair back with one hand, she rests the other lightly just below Regina's navel as she allows the Mayor to drink in forbidden flesh leisurely.

"So? What about me? Am I more or less what you'd been picturing?"

Emma teases huskily, mimicking the brunette's earlier taunt.

Regina shakes her head slowly, her fingers tracing an experimental path over the soft ripple of the blonde's ribs.

"I told you. I never thought about you this way...-"

She replies quietly, although now that she has Emma sat half naked on top of her- slender thighs cradling her promisingly- she finds that not one piece of this puzzle seems out of place to her.

It seems natural.

It seems right.

"-Though, I suppose now it's going to be what I'm picturing..."

She finishes darkly, and the blonde laughs pleasantly and slips her hand from the brunette's stomach to her side in search of the zipper to her skirt. Finding her own boldness in the face of Emma's coy openness, Regina catches the Sheriff's wrist gently and guides her to the well-hidden zip that runs from her waist to the top of her thigh. The blonde smiles down at her wickedly and tugs open narrow little teeth to expose a slice of matching magnolia lace and perfect flesh.

"Dare you to take it off?"

Emma murmurs playfully into the cavern of the brunette's jaw, and Regina rolls her eyes and moves with the younger woman when the latter gets up to allow her room to undress, and she pushes her skirt down with a pointed glance at the grinning blonde and lets it fall on top of the small pile of the Sheriff's clothes. Crawling back onto the bed and pushing at the blonde's shoulders roughly, she climbs on top of her dominantly and reverses their previous positions. The coarse denim of Emma's jeans presses against the damp lace of her underwear deliciously and she makes a small circle with her hips as she grazes her teeth down the valley between the Sheriff's breasts.

A low groan.

A harsh breath as the blonde reaches up and unclasps the Mayor's bra with a teasing scuttle of her fingers.

Moving gracefully to allow Emma to pluck away scant lace, the darker woman tastes her slowly as she grinds above her in just the remaining wisp of her underwear; feeling a little lightheaded as she breathes in almond shampoo and Marc Jacobs perfume.

She knows it's Marc because when she'd been buying her own brand, she'd tested several others, and she'd taken a physical step back in surprise when she'd stumbled across one of the small bottles; spraying it onto the inside of her wrist and recognising the scent immediately.

Appreciatively.

Just as she has grown accustomed to recognising and noticing so many things about Emma.

"What about now...?"

She hisses, shaking herself from dangerous thoughts and planting a palm either side of the younger woman's shoulders; pinning her down and studying open features intently.

"Is this what you think about when you think about me?"

Touching the tip of her tongue to her top lip, Emma moves with swift aggression and flips them without warning; sitting across slender thighs once again and shrouding the Mayor in a veil of shadow and gold.

"If your goal is to make me feel ashamed, you're doomed to fail. What part of this is supposed to embarrass me? Have you seen yourself?"

The blonde growls, sliding her fingers over wet silk to be met with a choked gasp.

"I have."

Regina states through gritted teeth, angling her hips up to meet Emma's playful touch.

"Then you know the answer."

The younger woman scolds, biting at the soft curve of the brunette's breast. Moaning quietly, the Mayor battles the stiff fastenings to the Sheriff's jeans into submission; slipping her hand into the tight confines for figure-hugging Levis coquettishly before crying out when her underwear is pushed aside to reveal her intimately.

"And what will you be thinking when you next see Hook?"

Regina teases wickedly, and she supposes she knows that she's playing with fire- the words leaving her lips belonging to an older, darker version of herself- and the younger woman's punishing response suits her beautifully.

Throwing her head back as slim fingers enter her roughly, she pulls Emma down into her and kisses her breathlessly as the latter snarls at her to watch herself.

"Shut up."

"Make me."

The darker woman quips back, wondering if Emma's ways have been rubbing off on her a little; meeting furious green with electric fire.

Tugging at rough denim viciously, she smirks as the blonde allows herself to be coaxed onto her side, wrestling down tight jeans before slipping her fingers into simple cotton deviously.

Dusky lashes flutter as Emma bites her lip, before the blonde places one leg over the Mayor's; following suit with a slender arm slung over narrow shoulders to keep them flush against each other while each explores the excitement they have instilled.

Parted lips meet as teeth crash and graze, shuddered breath becoming shared as each moves more purposefully towards the delectable promise of release.

Burying her face into the pleasant hollow of the blonde's shoulder, Regina grits her teeth as skilled fingers tease her with just as much finesse as the younger woman's tongue had earlier. In turn, she speeds up her ministrations to a rough assault, wondering momentarily if she's perhaps lacking in the expertise Emma is offering her, but the choked string of expletives that meets her violent response suggests the blonde is entirely in favour of her actions.

This realisation sends a pleasured shiver down the brunette's spine, and she rolls onto the Sheriff; taking heed of this apparent appreciation of her dominance. Quickening her pace as she she pants with the laboured breaths of her own imminent ecstacy, she moves against the blonde as the latter takes her expertly to the edge, and she matches fast fingers furiously as she quivers against shaking limbs and buries her face into sweet smelling waves.

"Oh fuck."

Emma laments through gritted teeth into the curve of her shoulder, and she smirks while every other part of her clenches deliciously with her fingers buried into thick, blonde curls.

"Oh... Emma."

She chokes; closing her thighs around busy fingers and clutching the Sheriff in place as she rides out the waves of her pleasure.

"Fuck, Regina..."

The blonde seems to agree, rolling away from the Mayor shakily, but keeping her hand cupped against the latter's spasming heat.

"That was..."

The brunette tries, before losing her train of thought with a belated shudder.

"It was real."

Emma prompts a little nervously, and the darker woman nods as she curls up onto her side next to the Sheriff on the narrow cot mattress.

"What now?"

She breathes. And the younger woman swallows, before pushing herself up and looking down on bliss-struck features with hesitant affection.

"Now... We take it as it comes. I don't know, Regina. I just know... I liked that."

She admits a little uncomfortably, and the Mayor smirks; her eyes closed and her hand draped contently over her stomach.

"Yes. I believe I could grow partial to this becoming a regular occurrence also."

"But, what about-"

"-Shh. I don't have any answers. No more than you do... Only one."

"What's that?"

"I like you also."