Emma took notice of the barely audible click just a mere second, before the closet was lit brightly by a single bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling.

"Madame Mayor, I-"

"I believe the time for formalities was over as soon as you started fondling my breast."

Emma's eyes went wide at the Mayor's accusation. "Wait a minute! I did no such thing!" Taking a breath, that did nothing to calm her nerves, Emma continued, "I just accidently placed my hand there to gain my balance!"

"Of course, Miss Swan." Regina raised a brow in sheer disbelief, "does that actually sound plausible to your own ears?"

"Oh for heavens sake – I can't stand it. You are so full of yourself. I guess there is somebody badly in need for a reality check!" Emma looked pointedly at Regina, making sure that she was getting it. One could never be sure with the Mayor, she only saw what she wanted to see.

Regina snorted, "If somebody needs a reality check dear, than it's certainly not me."

Emma could tell by the Mayor's tone that she was more than a bit agitated. She wondered if it was because Regina realized that she would loose their argument or if she had enjoyed the touch and was now unsettled by the realization? At the thought, Emma couldn't help the smile that settled on her lips. Not that she actually tried to hide it. Her eyes met Regina's dark ones expectantly.

"And why, Madame Mayor, would that be? Please, do tell."

Regina said nothing and Emma's grin only broadened. The moment of silence stretched on, before the Mayor's gaze traveled ever so slowly down to her chest, Emma's eyes followed.

An unbecoming squeak ripped from Emma's throat as she very self-consciously snapped her hand away and let finally go of the Mayor's soft flesh. The top button was hanging on a thread now.

The blush of embarrassment burnt hot on her cheeks. "You found the switch!" Emma exclaimed, desperately in need to stir the conversation away from the older woman's ample bosom and her growing shame.

"Indeed."

"That's great!" The high-pitched tone of her own voice was beginning to make her nervous.

"Miss Swan."

"Yeah?"

"My face is up here!"

Emma's head shot up to attention, "Right."

But then she wished she hadn't because, the Mayor's knowing smirk was evil. Pure evil.

"Sheriff," Regina had adopted to a sing-song tone, that made Emma's skin crawl. "I'd like to discuss our relationship. It's rather unlikely, but maybe – we do find a way to ... get along."

Emma could see, that the Mayor was on a mission and she wasn't at all sure, if she was going to survive it.

"Do you really think.." Emma croaked, forcing herself to clear her throat - and at least save some of her dignity, ".. that now is the right time and place to do that?"

Regina stepped suddenly closer and Emma could instantly feel the relentless heat from the Mayor's body seeping through the light fabric of her tank-top, "Oh I think it is the perfect time and place for that." The Mayor was purring again, and damn she couldn't deny how sexy it sounded or the way her body once more traitorously reacted to it.

Emma hadn't had time to scold her body silently for any more betrayals, as the Mayor pinned her up against the door, that had started all this mess.

Regina's fingers were trailing over her stomach, then fiddling with the top-button of her jeans, "Didn't you just say you wanted to talk?" Emma croaked, absolutely in no position to stop the Mayor's exploring hands.

"I do believe that actions speak louder than words, Miss Swan," Regina breathed against her lips, as her fingers found their way into Emma's pants. The throaty sound of her low chuckle was almost drowned out by the moan, Emma wasn't able to hold back as the Mayor's fingernails scratched slightly over the damp fabric of her panties.

Emma knew she should resist her, but she just couldn't. This was wrong, so unbelievable fucking wrong, but if felt far too right to stop now. She was so weak.

Regina's breath brushed faintly against her lips, "And the moist evidence I just discovered suggests, that your mind is not necessarily following our conversation." The Mayor proved her point by moving her fingers again, this time adding more pressure. Another, pitiful moan left Emma's mouth, pressing herself unconsciously harder against the Mayor's hand. "But perhaps I am wrong in that regard Sheriff?" Regina's voice was soft and taunting and Emma knew that she never would live through this. Regina had formulated it as question, but the answer was already coating the brunette's fingers, so Emma couldn't even deny it.

Still, Emma tried. She tried with all she had to ignore the feeling of Regina's teasing fingers, now moving in patternless circles over her soaked underwear. She fought badly to contain the gasps of pleasure the Mayor inflicted with her touch and not to lean more into the woman than she already was. All the good resolutions were thrown overboard, however, as the Mayor's fingers pushed beneath the cotton material and - finally slid home. "Oh god!"

The older woman smirked against her lips and whispered, "Mayor will suffice Miss Swan," then closed the distance between them, to capture Emma's lips in a bruising kiss.

With the last thrust of Regina's hand, white stars blossomed beneath her eyelids as the Mayor of Storybrooke made her come ungracefully in her pants. Minutes passed before Emma regained her senses, noticing that Regina was now straddling her waist and they were laying in the corridor of the empty pawnshop. Not only Emma had given in to the Mayor's demanding nature, but also, eventually, the door.

The Mayor stood, smoothing out some not existing wrinkles on her skirt, then directly turned to leave.

Emma stared after the brunette in shock. She couldn't just leave now. "Regina.. don't you think we should talk about.. this?"

The Mayor turned on her heel, a puzzled look crossing her features, "I have no idea what you're talking about, Miss Swan."

"Come on Regina we both know exactly what I'm talking about." This woman..-

Regina stepped closer, eliminating the distance between them. She gracefully bend down to speak in the Sheriffs ear, "Has nobody ever told you that things that happen in a closet, stay in the closet?" The Mayor leaned slightly back on her heels to look at her, arching a perfectly sculptured brow in challenge, daring her to disagree.

Emma regarded her carefully, taking her time as she considered her answer, "Certainly Regina, whatever."

A millisecond flash of surprise crossed the Mayor's face, before her usual satisfied smirk settled on dark red lips.

For a moment it seemed as if the brunette was going to say something else, but she suddenly stood and walked to the front door. Before she stepped out of the shop however, the Mayor paused and glanced back over her shoulder, "and Sheriff, don't forget to shut the door." She pointed to the closet they had spent the last hour in.

"It has no lock."