A/N- This little story began as a small ficlet considering how Emma would react to knowing how candidly her body was being described by writers such as us. It soon turned into smut mixed with evil hilarity. Please enjoy and let me know what you think :)

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Emma's hands tripped down to the hem of her blouse and snuck under it. Regina leaned into the warm fingers caressing her stomach and hips. She braced her hands behind her on the counter as the blonde dropped to her knees and pressed those marvelously tapered fingers under her skirt to pull down her panties.

The brunette rocked her hips forward instinctively as a warm mouth kissed her thighs and ascended toward the pooling heat between them. She felt a tongue hit her hot center and Regina moaned out loud as her knees buckled at the sensation.

The wailing of her alarm awoke her. Regina sat straight up in bed and looked around almost as if the blonde was going to leap out of the corner of her bedroom at her. She rose from bed and shook back her hair. Damn that woman! It was the third night in a row that the blonde had entered her dreams and begun to undo her. If Regina hadn't known any better, she would have suggested magical involvement, so vivid were her dreams. Cursing and reminding herself that magic didn't exist in this world, she stepped into her bathroom.

She arrived at her office, still flushed from the memory of dream-Emma's warm touch and enticing mouth. Henry had noticed her distraction as she had almost fed him his schoolbooks and put his breakfast in his backpack. Shaking herself once again, she sat behind her desk and mulled over the problem of the town's illustrious sheriff.

Why were these dreams haunting her? Regina knew it had been quite some time since she had had any form of intimacy and chocked up the experiences to her dry spell. She didn't even have the option of Graham anymore as she had dispatched him a month ago. Sighing, she booted up her computer and tapped her red nails on the polished finish of her desk as she waited for the machine to whirl to life.

She had to do something about this. She had to get that woman out of her system before she, Regina, did something regrettable like sleeping with her. A shiver made its up her back as the monitor clicked to life. Her hand took the mouse and as she prepared to open her email and begin her day. She hesitated as brow eyes flicked to the document software icon.

Perhaps she should write it out…so to speak? Regina had always loved to write. Mostly dark poetry and gothic short stories…but perhaps writing about the sheriff could serve as a cathartic release? Making up her mind, she opened a document and got to work.

Her fingers typed away for two hours. She found herself more than a bit turned on by her own words as they tumbled freely from her mind and tripped across the keyboard. She glanced up at the clock and realized she had a meeting in half an hour. Sighing, she pulled a red jump drive from her desk and plugged it in. Saving the file under a boring title within an equally boring folder name she ejected the drive and erased the memory of the file completely from her computer. Regina dropped the jump drive in her purse and hurried out of her office to the meeting.

Emma sat reclined in her chair. She tilted it back on two legs and watched as the Mayor hurried into the room. Was if just her, or did the Mayor look a bit harried? Confusion must have registered on her face because when the brunette flashed a glance in her direction, she smirked, straightened her skirt and then sat down.

"First order of business: Main Street maintenance." Sidney Glass droned. Emma immediately felt her attention waning. She looked down and began doodling on her notebook she carried only to look official.

They discussed the budget, heard complaints and critiques from the citizens of the town and when Sidney suggested they all take out their copies of the town charter, Emma looked up. Shit. She thought longingly of her computer that had crashed only this morning. Why had she not thought to keep a hard copy? She glanced over at the man to her right and flashed a self-deprecating smile. Before she could ask to look on, Regina's voice rang out.

"Miss Swan, I see you have not brought your homework." The other meeting-goers teetered good-naturedly.

Fucking Regina. Leave it to her to make me sound like some dim-witted child. "Well, my computer crashed this morning-"

"You don't keep a hard copy on file for reference, Sheriff?" The cool tone replied.

"I'm not big on paper work."

"Of that, I'm aware." Regina smirked. "Perhaps next time, you will be prepared."

Emma narrowed her eyes then lowered them as anger surged through her. "Perhaps so, Madam Mayor."

The meeting ended and as people filed out Emma approached the mayor with a violent spring in her step. "Miss Swan, forgotten something else?" Regina asked, not looking up.

"Cut the crap, Regina. My computer crashed this morning. My copy of the charter-thingy is gone."

"Ah, your eloquent protest is disarming."

"I don't keep a hardcopy of anything. Just email me the document." She grumbled.

Regina sighed, enjoying the image of the riled Sheriff before her. She reached into her bag and pulled out the small jump drive she kept all her town documents on. "There is a copy on there. Download it and bring the drive back to me." Emma snatched it without looking before turning to go. "Oh, and Sheriff," Emma turned back around. "Print out a copy for our next meeting."

Emma sat back down at her desk and unpacked the laptop she had brought from home. The sadly outdated and now useless Sheriff's computer sat in the corner dejectedly. She jammed the drive in and opened its contents. Scanning through the folders she clicked on one that said "Historical Records of Storybrook." She scanned over the files but couldn't find the charter anywhere.

"Damn it, Regina. Why do you have to make everything difficult?" She growled before beginning to click at random.