Hey everybody! Guess who's baaaaaack? I've been wanting to continue this for a while but for some reason I got it into my head that no one was reading it- I now realize that I was wrong haha. So I'm continuing! :D

Hope you all enjoy the comeback chapter!

"Well, then you will just have to tell them I will get back to them tomorrow," Regina was speaking impatiently into the phone. She moved the phone to her other ear where she held it in place with her shoulder while examining a chip in her painted nails. "And tell them not to call me," she continued in her demanding tone. "I will call them when the time suits me."

"Do I sound like I'm unsure?" she snapped. The mayor sighed heavily and re-crossed her legs, leaning back in her chair to aid her aching back. She tapped restlessly on the desk as she waited for her caller to finish his rather arid speech.

Just then, the little red light on the office phone began to flash, signaling that there was a call waiting on the other line. "Just a minute," Regina interrupted the man on the phone, "I have another call coming through."

She switched ears again and pressed the button marked 'line 2'. I really ought to have a secretary for this, she thought as the call took its time to connect.

"Hello, this is the Mayor's Office," she spoke automatically when the call picked up.

"Madame Mayor," came a comically faked, 'official' sounding voice. "Your assistance has been requested at the Sheriff's Station."

Regina sighed irritably and yet a tiny, youthful smile crept over her lips. "Emma," she breathed out. "I'm very busy, I don't have time for this."

"Oh, come on," Emma egged her. The sound of the chair springs and the clanking of the Sherriff's boots could be heard through the phone as the blonde leaned back and placed her feet up on the desk.

"Ms. Swan," the Mayor replied sternly. "I have someone waiting on the other line."

"Oh, cut the Ms. Swan bullshit, Regina no one else can hear us," Emma spoke, her tone hinting laughter and playful mockery. "Besides, he can wait. I want to talk."

Regina sighed dramatically into the phone. "Alright," she gave in. "What do you want to talk about?"

There was a silence that lasted only a few moments before Emma returned with her fake male voice and asked, "What are you wearing?"

"What am I wearing?" Regina asked, confused and slightly irritated. "My black pencil skirt and blouse like usual—what relevance does that have to anything?"

Emma was cracking up on the other end of the call. "You know, Regina," she laughed. "You are fantastic in bed but sometimes you are so clueless when it comes to this stuff."

"What stuff!?" Regina sputtered, feeling her cheeks redden as she became increasingly flustered.

Emma laughed again through the phone. "Let me put it plainly for you, sister," she spoke. "I've been cooped up here at the Station all day long. I'm bored, I'm horny, and I want my face between your legs, so what do you say you get your pretty little self down here and let me show you a good time."

There was a moment of silence and Regina could almost feel Emma smirking at her through the phone. The mayor was admittedly still new to this kind of talk. She was stunned by Emma's newly found sexual confidence and by the dominant role she had taken in their relationship. It was so foreign to her to hear someone speak to her in this manor, but it filled her with something she could only describe as giddy excitement—something she had not felt in a very long time.

Regina bit her lip. The offer was temping. She glanced over at the little red light on the office phone marked 'Line One' and silently debated with herself.

"Okay," she said at last, her voice low as if she were afraid someone was listening. "Expect my arrival in ten minutes."

She could hear Emma's "Yesss" through the phone.

"Half an hour and no longer," Regina spoke intently. "I have a meeting at four."

"I'll be quick," Emma returned. The click of the receiver ended the call.

After Regina had gotten rid of her other caller she collected her things and pulled her slim-fitting faux fur coat over her shoulders

Out in the parking lot she fumbled around in her bag. "Where are my damn keys?" she muttered as she strained to see the contents of her purse in the unusually bright sunlight.

"Looking for these?" came a surprising voice.

Regina jumped a bit and nearly dropped her purse altogether. Her eyes met Ruby's. She was holding out the keys for her to take.

"Oh!" Regina spoke. "Thank you." She took the keys from the girl's hand. "Where did you find these?" she asked.

Regina followed her gaze to see a key shaped imprint in the snow at her feet.

"That would explain that," she muttered, turning to unlock her car door. "Well, thank you, Ruby but I have somewhere to be so…" she looked the young woman up and down, silently judging her choice in apparel. "I'll just be going then."

"Where are you off to in such a hurry?" Ruby asked with an innocent smile.

Regina hesitated. Her relationship with Emma wasn't exactly public and she wasn't too keen on sharing. At least not now that she had gotten her head on straight. She deeply regretted her decision to share her feelings with Mary Margaret and admits it was a moment of weakness.

"I have business at the Sherriff's Station," she replied collectedly as she dropped her pocketbook into the passenger's seat and started the car.

Ruby was at the car window now. A knowing smirk spread across her face and she raised an expressive eyebrow. "Ahh, the Sherriff's Station," she returned, still grinning. "Going to see Emma?"

"I… Uh… Well… Yes. Yes, actually I am," she hesitated, eyeing the young woman suspiciously. "I need take care of a few business related things."

"Oh, yes," Ruby spoke. "Business, of course, of course." Her tone hinted playful sarcasm.

Regina buckled her seat belt and adjusted her mirrors. She turned and stared at Ruby, trying to work out her meaning behind un-phased eyes.

Ruby slapped her hand down on the top of the car door, smiled, and turned around to leave. "Have fun," she grinned as she walked away.

Just a few steps away from the car she stopped and turned, leaning towards the open window. "Just make sure to put a sock on the door," she said with her hand cupping the side of her mouth. The girl winked and then strolled off.

Regina looked thoroughly confused. What the hell is that supposed to mean? she thought. Still completely befuddled, she shifted the car into drive pulled out.

Regina arrived at the station just minutes later. She opened the door just enough to peek inside before pushing it all the way open. She always felt the need to do this when she visited Emma at work but she was never entirely sure why. Perhaps it was merely a reflection of her uneasiness about the idea of sex at the office. Admittedly, the whole thing was strangely sexy, but sometimes that little nagging fear that they might get caught in the act would get under her skin and she couldn't help but be extra cautious. Emma, however, found the risk exciting. She always said that if Regina would just relax maybe she would feel the same.

The mayor stepped into the main office to find Emma lounging in her chair behind her desk.

"Finally!" The blonde exclaimed when Regina came into view. She took her feet down from on top of the desk and planted them firmly on the floor before standing up. "What took you so long?"

"I, uh… ran into Ms. Lucas in the parking lot…" she spoke slowly as she removed her coat and folded it neatly over the back of a nearby chair.

"Oh, that's nice I guess." Emma replied. She made her way over to Regina and placed her hands on her hips before leaning in to kiss her neck.

Regina's head fell lazily to the side and she glanced down at Emma's muscular biceps, becoming momentarily distracted. However, she did continue.

"And… she gave me my keys because I had dropped them… and then she asked me where I was going."

"Go on…" Emma encouraged as she tugged at the tender skin with her teeth

Even with Emma sucking at her neck, Regina looked increasingly puzzled as she elaborated. "I told her I had business at the Sherriff's Station and she gave me the strangest look…" she continued. "She couldn't wipe that odd grin off her face the whole time she was standing there… and just before she left she turned around and told me to make sure I put a sock on the door…"

Emma blew a raspberry into Regina's neck and burst out laughing. "Ruby said that?!" she cried, slapping her knee.

"What?" Regina blurted out, feeling her face getting hot. "What does that mean?" She was clearly embarrassed that she was so uninformed.

"You really don't know?" Emma asked her, trying to stifle her childish laughter.

Regina shook her head.

"Where were you in college?" she joked.

Regina forced a laugh. Twenty-eight years in this world and there were still things she didn't understand. Maybe it was just her…

Emma closed the gap of space between them once again, pulling them close together and speaking into Regina's ear. She explained that putting a sock on the door meant someone was having sex and that no one should come in.

The mayor looked mortified. "Wait! She knew?!"

Emma shuffled her feet a bit. "I uh… I think quite a few people know, actually."

"What?!" Regina took a step back, clearly angry and embarrassed. "How?!"

"Hey don't ask me," the blonde returned. She put her hands in her jean pockets and looked at the floor.

There was silence between them. Regina took a deep breath and cleared her throat to collect herself. "As long as Henry remains ignorant…" she spoke.

Emma laughed awkwardly and kicked at the floor a bit with the toe of her boot. "Actually…" she started. "I'm pretty sure he already knows…"

Regina's eyes flashed with fear and anger and she felt her stomach turn.

"What?!" she spoke sharply. "How could he possibly know?!"

"He might have heard us… once or twice," Emma admitted. "He told me."

Regina looked wildly bewildered and ready to fly off the handle, but before she could speak, Emma covered her lips with her index finger. She shushed her and assured her that Henry wasn't traumatized and that he was happy for them. That she had steered his mind from the subject and that he was unharmed by the knowledge. Regina relaxed slightly.

"Speaking of sex," the blonde added after a moment. "I hope you know I'm still getting my half an hour. I don't care how late you were."

Regina scoffed and flipped her hair behind her shoulder with her hand. "We'll see," she returned.

Once again they found themselves just inches apart. Regina's eyes wandered to Emma's lips and she felt herself drawn to them. The blonde must have been having the same thought because at the same moment the two women leaned in and began to kiss.

Regina tangled her fingers in the Sherriff's blonde curls and Emma grabbed Regina's rear, pressing their bodies closer together.

Each time they were together they acted like two lovers reuniting after a long separation. They went at each other like wild animals. Perhaps it was their instinct to make up for all the time they had lost while being enemies.

Breathless sighs and moans filled the room as they groped each other desperately. Emma flipped them around so that she could push Regina up against her desk. Her breath became shaky as she ran eager hands up the mayor's thighs. She tugged her pencil skirt quickly from her body but struggled with the pantyhose. She instead gave up and ripped the thin material all the way through and tossed it aside.

"Emma!" Regina cried out.

"I'll buy you a new pair," Emma assured in a low voice. "Now shut up and relax."

Emma got down on her knees and spread Regina's legs with eager hands. She teased up her inner thighs and bit into the fabric of her panties with her teeth.

Regina breathed heavily with anticipation as Emma dragged her panties down to her ankles. The sensation of Emma's tongue meeting her center startled her and she jumped.

"Relax," Emma pleaded, smiling up at her before disappearing between the brunette's legs again.

Regina threw her head back with a moan she could not stifle. Fingernails dug into Emma's scalp, pushing her face closer to Regina's wetness.

"Emma," Regina breathed. "Oh, god, Emma. Don't stop"

The brunette could feel Emma grinning against her. "Why would I do that?"

Hips began to move instinctively to the rhythm of Emma's tongue and strong hands hooked around Regina's backside to keep the rhythm steady.

Emma's tongue teased around Regina's distended clit and she could feel her wetness dripping. She was sensitive. Too sensitive. She choked out another moan and her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting as Emma explored her depths with her skilled tongue.

Her back arched and her body jolted. Emma had successfully located her g-spot and she cried out again as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

Regina's groans of pleasure seemed to only motivate Emma to push further. To make her scream out her name with nothing holding her back.

Regina could feel herself falling undone. The pressure was building and the release she longed for was just around the corner.

With a final thrust of Emma's tongue that trailed up to flick over her clit, the strings snapped and the sails fell. Regina gripped the desk with white-knuckled hands and her breath hitched repeatedly in her throat.

"Ah- Emma!" she cried out. "Oh- Fuck, Emma!"

The sheriff did not emerge from between the mayor's legs until Regina's body had gone completely limp. She prowled back up to the brunette's neck and placed a trail of kisses up to her lips.

Regina whimpered slightly as she kissed Emma back.

"How was that?" Emma asked in a low voice. She smiled and kissed Regina once more before waiting for an answer.

Regina sighed heavily and let her head fall against her shoulder. "Exceedingly gratifying," she breathed.

The brunette placed her fingers under Emma's chin and pulled her in for another kiss. "You never fail to impress me, dear," she said with a soft grin.

Emma smiled proudly and kissed her back. She opened her eyes just long enough for them to wander to the wall clock hanging behind the desk.

"Oh, shit," she said suddenly.

Regina pulled away, looking worried. "What? What is it?" she questioned.

Emma laughed. "It's after four," she said, pointing at the clock on the wall.

Regina turned frantically to look at the clock. "Oh, god damn it!" she rowed. "I should have known this was going to happen." She began quickly gathering her clothes off the floor. "Where are my tights?" she asked hurriedly.

"I ripped them off, remember?" Emma replied with a playful smirk.

Regina swore under her breath and instructed Emma to bring her coat and bag from the chair. Emma reminded her to button up her blouse and handed her her coat.

The mayor fluffed her hair with her fingers and shook her head to collect herself. "How do I look?" she asked worriedly.

Emma laughed. "Honestly, you look like you just came."

Regina rolled her eyes. "Not funny," she said.

"Hey, it's true!" She slapped Regina playfully on the back (earning her a startled yelp) and pushed her towards the door, following close behind her.

Emma grabbed her keys off the hook by the door. "I'll drive you," she said.

"But my car is here," Regina replied, turning in the doorway to face Emma.

"Don't worry about it." Emma insisted. She put her hands on Regina's shoulders and spun her around so she was facing the direction of the exit. "I'll take care of it," she assured.

The door slammed behind them with a thud.

So here we are- Regina has learned she can still love, but how much of her old self can she regain? Is she forever cursed with unbearable hatred or can Emma teach her to be good? What will happen to them once the curse is broken? Let's find out!