Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.

I sit on one of the desks at the station. I don't know what I'm doing here, actually. I suppose I'm waiting for her. My right leg is over my left and I'm wearing black pantyhose, a black dress mid-thigh length, I'm covered with a grey coat. My hands are squeezing the desk. I get nervous when I hear her approaching.

There she is. She froze because she saw me. Is she disgusted to see me? Or is she just stunned?

She parts her lips and starts to walk towards me, slowly. She's not speaking. There is no emotion on her pale face and it's killing me. She walks slowly enough for her curls to bounce and make my hands sweat. The smile that appears on her face gives me chills all over my body. Her eyes stare precisely into mine and makes me want to push her against the wall.

Everything about her is perfect: those shining blonde curls that I so desire to touch, those little lips that make me obsess over how they might taste, those green eyes that penetrate my very soul without facing resistance. Her legs walk like they hold a rock star. Every time I walk in the room, I see her eyes become dark with arousal and I know that the nipples on her perfect breasts become hard with need.

And now she is so close to me that I can feel her breath on my face. She is forcing herself to breathe heavily only to torture me. She knows that she has that effect on me. I feel weakened by it. I`m powerless every time she gets close to me. My body starts to get excited and begins to respond to even her very presence and I can't stop it.

I`m only inches away from her skin covered with black pantyhose. Can she be any hotter? She sits at one of the desks like she owns it, waiting for me to walk to her and provoking me with her gaze.

She`s staring at me, her lips are pursed in that trademark smirk. Her eyes are on fire, wandering up and down my body. I feel like I`m about to combust. It`s so hot in here and wonder if she turned off the air-conditioner…nope! The heat is coming from my own body. It startslow, under mybelly, moving upwards, tangling knots in mystomach,andwaking up the butterflies in there.They begin to fly. It is moving further up, burning everything in its path and drying my mouth and making my skin flush. I feel them burning. Well, my whole body is on fire!

I put my fingers on her right leg, just under the knee. The fingertips of my left hand barely touch the black fabric. The leg shivers and I smile at it. My fingers move up in order to calm it down. I change the direction when I reach the leg`s fold and run my fingers on the inner thighs until they are stopped by the skirt's hem. I totally forgot the damn skirt. I let out a frustrated huff of air as I find out how difficult it can be to undress the mayor. I separate her left leg from the right gently, as far as the skirt will allow me, in order to make my way between her thighs. The fabric is taut to its utmost, cutting into the gentle skin.

I touch that spot under her knee again. Both of my hands run on the outer thighs of her legs.They reach the skirt and continue upward without hesitation. I stop, just before I feel whether Regina is wearing panties or not. She sighs loudly, tryin gto release the pressure that`s building inside her. I pull my hands back, reaching the places behind her knees, pulling her body towards mine that both of her legs are on either side of my waist. Our breasts touch for the first time and our moans collide, just inches from our lips. The skirt is wrapped around her pelvis and reveals red lace panties. The seam of her skirt tears under the pressure, slightly. The skirt isn`t designed to be so high on the thigh.

My knees are against the desk. My body won't allow me to let go of the woman in front of me, and I don`t want breathing becomes more rapid, causing our breasts to brush against one another's even more than they already are.

Her grip is…stable: light touch, yet so strong and firm. I feel as though I can't move, but realize that I don't want to. She pulls me towards her, showing how much she wants me. Half of my ass is on the desk. My skirt is gathered high on my thighs. I wonder how it manages to stay whole under that pressure.

She stands still, gazing at me. She looks at my lips and then at my eyes. Her eyes seem to wander the room for a short minute, and she bites her lip in trepidation, but she pulls in me with such confidence. I suppose our sudden intimacy could have frightened her. The last time I saw this look was when Henry was buried in the mine, when I stepped in her personal space for the first time. The only difference is that now we are alone. Our bodies are not inches away, but fully pressed to one another, our faces only inches apart.

"Fuck!" I think as I look into her eyes. My heart is beating like crazy. I suppose it wants to crawl out of my chest and into hers. Why does she have this effect on me? Now that I have her so close to me, I don't know exactly what to do with her.

I feel like a drug addict holding the drug. I know that if I take it, I`ll feel much better. I`ll be away from this world and lost in another where it's only me and her. Where no one else can see us.

I press my lips to hers. They're so soft and respond to my kiss which feels so intimate. I wanna inhale her scent, I wanna know every centimeter of her body, I wanna feel every thrill I give her. This is new territory that needs to be explored. Our movements quickly become synchronized. Our tongues move together in a well-rehearsed dance. It causes my brain to short cut. She makes my body tremble as it does only during orgasm so, I wonder, what will I feel when she makes me come?

She initiates the kiss. It's soft and slow. She doesn't want to be rejected, but the feeling is so good that I could never think of stopping. My whole body wants to feel her lips. Her hands grab my hips, making me slightly bend backwards, but our lips stay connected. A heat runs through my lips and touches every part of my body. The kiss goes on for what it feels like forever. I don`t wonder why, I just enjoy the feeling of the exchange of energy and feelings.

The desire for something else is building in me with powerful force. It makes my heart jump in my chest so hard it hurts. I know that until I take Emma for my own, I won't be satisfied. I tightly embrace her hips with my legs and unzip the red leather jacket.

She stops, looking at me questioningly. I send her one of my trim smiles and kiss her again, but this time with passion and rage, not leaving any room for doubt about what I want.

My hands move under the white tank top – her trade mark that drives me insane. They reach her bra and lightly massage the fabric. But I still want more. I want to feel the flesh that lies beneath. Her laboured breathing presses her breasts against my palms for only a moment and then they are away. I confidently catch the tank top and remove it. It lands somewhere on the station`s floor. She closes her eyes and kisses me again.

I close my eyes, feeling the heat radiate from her. I kiss her again, slow, exploring, knowing, wet, loud, passionate. I try to understand the attraction I have for her. Why do I sweat around her? Why do my thoughts drift towards her when I'm alone? If Henry's right, then I'm the savior and I'm supposed to destroy her – the Evil Queen. I do wanna destroy her, but perhaps not in the way Henry is thinking. I wanna see her climax, breathless, sweating, heart-pounding and all of it because ofme.

I feel all of that just from that kiss that lasted…God knows how long. It`s so good, I don`t wanna leave this place, but I also want to feel her bare skin pressing against mine. I want to undress her and study her body with the tips of my fingers. I want to get rid of the mayor and meet the woman underneath the suit. I want to see her scattered, unable to think, with her hair messed up, without that damn red lipstick of hers.

I feel so weak with her. She conquers me with such an ease and I hate myself for it. The feelings that she`s awakening I thought were long dead. And I can`t seem to resist them.

Is this my punishment? I was supposed to have my happy endings here. And now this. I'm disgusted by myself. I was once Regina, the Queen, who ruled a kingdom all by herself. Now, I`m Regina, the Mayor, ruled by Emma Swan and her lips.

Suddenly, she stops. I shiver from the loss of her lips over mine. I try to see through her eyes and into her soul. My face is asking her why. And then I see it – the disgust mixed with repulsion. What on earth? Emma Swan is rejecting ME and looks at me like I'm some kind of garbage that she just touched. She even takes a step back. I can`t believe this is really happening. And again, I`m gazing straight into her eyes searching for an answer.

"No," is all I can say. There is something about this situation that`s not right. Yes, I want her, fuck, I really want her but…

"No," I whisper again. I`m so aroused that my mouth can`t seem to say anything else. So many feeling are hitting my body right now that I forgot why I rejected her in the first place. I take a step back, grabbing my neck with my hands that, just a second ago, were on her hips. Her chest rising from heavy breathing reminds me why I stopped. All of this is just too quick. It's too rash. Out of place.

"Not here!" I say. Not here where we can be caught. "Have you been with a woman before?" What the fuck? Where that come from?

"Why does it matter?" she asks huskily unable to hide her frustration.

"It does matter!" it always matters to me when I`m with a woman. With the men, it was always just sex and desire to get off. Nothing more. Not for me anyway. With women it was all about connection, the deep desire that turns you upside-down. I`ve never had sex with a woman, I`ve always been making love to them. It never felt like sex, until now. It feels like shallow desire rising from our eagerness to be with each other. It feels like scratching an annoying itch.

"For me it matters! Regina, I..." – am falling in love with you! That`s the real reason I don`t want to do it! Fuck! Why, of all people, in you?

"Every first time should be special! It`s not something that you just throw yourself into. The point is to remember it. My first time with a man... I was raped and Henry was conceived. My first time with a woman...one of my foster mothers... she liked to play with the girls in her home. I can`t forget that, but I want to. I want to erase it from my mind, but it`s stuck there. That`s why I want this to be more than just..." I trail off, remembering things past.

"Regina," I began again, "you are the most amazing woman I ever met. That`s why I want this to be more! We can be so much more than two horny women who can`t endure the sexual tension between them and want to fuck each other wherever... I don`t wanna fuck you! I wanna make you feel what I feel towards you...and this, this is just lust! I feel so much more for you! It started with lust, like most of the other people I've been with, but it's grown into something much more beautiful: passion." I can`t stop smiling while I talk about my feeling. They are so wonderful, delightful and right. For the first time, I have someone near me that feels right for me. But saying to her that I`m falling for her is way too much right now. Maybe later.

"I wanna show you my passion," I continue.

"Then why are you stopping?"

"Because-"

"That would happen if you wouldn't ha-"

"Yes! But as I said... I don't want this to be hasty. I want to take the time to know you, your body, it`s reactions, every inch of you."

"Oh!" I gasp. Really? She... she wants to know me? She wants to explore me. She is the first who wants this since Daniel. Although I practically begged him to make love to me, he was very noble about those things. But she... Emma... it's like she is from another planet. She is so cocky and yet so shy. She is tough and yet so tender. She is muscular but her touch is so soft it's feather-like.

"What are you suggesting we do then?" I say, my voice still deep from the arousal.

"Um... how about I take some food from Granny's and we'll have dinner at your house."

"Henry will be pleased!" is the first thing on my mind. Henry will be very happy to see her and spend time with her. So am I.

She opens her mouth, wanting to say something, but I stop her with my finger on her mouth.

"But I will cook. You may be surprised at what I'm capable of in the kitchen, Miss Swan." my trademark smirk was back.

"I wouldn't mind learning what it is exactly that you are capable of." I say, returning the smirk. I lean towards her and kiss her time the kiss is light. A gentle touch that shows it all.

"Now go and do your duties so I can do mine." I say it with a soft, trembling voice and childish smile. I know! Very corny, I know, but I can`t help it. I take my tank top from the floor and put it back on. The jacket I choose to leave on the chair`s back. When I turn towards Regina, I see her standing, trying to collect herself from our make out session. I feel so proud. She cleans her lipstick with a wet tissue which she tosses in the garbage can.

"I`ll leave you to officiate, Sheriff!" and she walks out with her sexy swagger.