Author's Note: I own nothing Once Upon a Time related.

Chapter Four: Four Letters

Emma didn't give Regina a chance to comply with her demands. With one strong movement, Regina was flipped over so that her chest was being pressed forcefully onto the desk as Emma gathered the brunettes hands and held them securely at the small of her back.

"Miss Swan!" Regina protested.

"Shut up," Emma spat back, pushing her further onto the surface of the desk as her other hand slid between the woman's legs and unsnapped her dress pants. Emma wasted no time divesting the Mayor of her pants and took a moment to appreciate the view.

On display for her, and only her, Regina was wearing a black thong which disappeared in the crevice of her cheeks. Emma smacked her ass and watched as the plump flesh rippled under her hand. The smack elicited a yelp of surprise from Regina, but Emma paid it no mind. She brought her hand down on the firm flesh a couple more times, only stopping to bend down between the Mayor's legs and kiss the searing flesh.

To do so meant that Emma had given Regina the freedom to move her hands once more. It was a sacrifice she was willing to make, especially because Regina was taking it upon herself to remove her shirt. Emma snickered and placed one more kiss to each of Regina's cheeks before standing over the woman once more.

"Who's impatient now?" Emma chided, giving the shell of Regina's ear a light kiss before helping her undress.

"Would you be careful with that Sheriff?" Regina snarled, thoroughly displeased at the way she and her clothing were being manhandled.

"Do you ever stop griping?" Emma retaliated, pulling the shirt from Regina's grasp and making a show of balling it up and throwing it as far across the room as she could. Albeit, it didn't go that far. The light material drifted a few feet through the air before falling gracefully to the floor with no sound.

"Perhaps if you had an ounce of respect for others and their property I wouldn't need to gripe, now would I?" Regina was quick to snark back.

Growing tired of hearing Regina's incessant nagging, Emma once again flipped the woman over so that she was lying on her back. The sudden change in position seemed to startled the brunette momentarily as her eyes were slightly wide. But behind the surprise and bitchiness there was desire. A white hot passion that Emma had never seen in her eyes before. That look alone renewed the dying embers of arousal from the orgasm that had just ravaged Emma's own body, igniting the fire once more.

"Do you want me to fuck you or not?" Emma exhaled, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms in front of her bare chest. As difficult as it was, Emma tore her eyes from the tan body lying on the desk before her. She was trying to prove a point here damn it! And that body was just begging to be touched.

Regina's head lolled to the side as an arm draped over her eyes, shielding her embarrassment from the younger woman. She so desperately wanted the Sheriff to fuck her. But Regina was not one to beg for it. Besides, there were plenty of other people ,less irritating people at that, that she could get her release from. Though, as the Mayor compiled a mental list of the people she would consider allowing this close to her, she quickly found that none of them were desirable enough which only caused her to become more angry at the current situation. But again, Regina would not beg.

"You know what, this was just a terrible idea. I don't know why I allowed you to start this in the first place," Regina spat, as she sat up on the desk and pulled up the pants that had pulled around her ankles.

Emma audibly gasped. "Are you fucking kidding me? I started this? You have some nerve Regina!" Emma yelled, not moving from her position and watching as the Mayor hid her face from view while she re-buttoned her pants.

"You were the one that insisted on playing that adolescent game. Which by the way is the least fun game I have ever played!" Regina yelled back, stalking over to where her shirt had fallen on the floor and making quick work of covering up once more.

"And you were the one that started with all the sexual comments and shit. I was just following your lead Madame Mayor." Emma defended herself as she walked around the room gathering her various garments of clothing. As the blonde was buttoning her pants, her phone began singing an early 1990s polyphonic tone which caused both women to look at one another. Emma's lips pulled into a smirk as she looked at who was calling her.

Regina caught sight of that look and furrowed her brows. "Don't you dare answer that Miss Swan," Regina warned. She took a few hurried steps towards the topless blonde, planning to snatch the phone from her hand, but just as she was close enough, Emma brought the phone to her ear.

"Ruby, hey, what's going on?" Emma asked. Her tone completely betrayed the audacity of the situation.

"Miss Swan, we're having a conversation, that is incredibly rude – "

"Shhh!" Emma chastised the Mayor. "Sorry Rubes, what were you saying?"

Regina could hear some noise coming from the phone but was unable to hear exactly what was being said.

"So what? Because both you and Mary Margaret are too drunk….you need me to get the pizza out of the oven?" Emma asked and then busted out into a fit of laughter.

Regina however found nothing amusing about the situation. Her irritation and anger only growing with each passing second.

"Miss Swan!" Regina yelled.

"Yeah, yeah okay Regina don't get your thongs in a twist, I'm getting off the phone now," Emma disregarded the brunette's irritation. "Wait! No, Ruby, not like that! No...well I don't know. No I didn't see her underwear. Jesus fucking…Ruby! Stop – "

Before Emma couldn't finish talking with Ruby, Regina had snatched the phone from her hand and disconnected the call. She threw the phone onto the couch and stared at Emma in disbelief.

"Hey! What the hell! That could've been important you know," Emma began but slowly drifted off once she saw the anger on Regina's face.

"Forgive me, dear, but I fail to see how Miss Lucas' inability to remove a pizza from the oven is even considered moderately important," Regina drawled, rounding up on Emma as she had done so many times in the past.

"Important or not, that conversation was definitely better than the one we were having," Emma shrugged and backed away from Regina, scanning the floor for her bra. Upon locating it, began to walk across the room but Regina's hand caught her wrist.

"Yes," Regina muttered, unable to look Emma in the eye.

"Yes, what?" Emma asked with confusion written on her face.

"Do I really have to spell this out for you? Yes. I. Want. You. To. Fuck. Me." Regina emphasized each word of her last sentence.

Emma lips turned upwards into a pompous smirk as she closed the distance between herself and Regina, using her hands to trace the outline of the Mayor's shapely torso.

"That's all you had to say."

Regina's back arched off the bed as Emma continued to pump in and out of her swollen heat, coaxing her back down from the second orgasm within fifteen minutes. The brunettes panting was erratic as her hands grasped everything and anything they could find. Sometimes they were wrapped in Emma's long blonde hair and other times they were gripping the sheets on the mattress so hard that they were becoming untucked from the corners.

Emma allowed the woman a few moments to get her barrings straight before working on her again. This time, with her mouth.

"Emma…ahh…I can't!" Regina whimpered. Every touch of the Sheriff's tongue on her clit sent shocks of pleasure throughout her body. Regina's strong legs had been reduced to jelly as they trembled uncontrollably. But Emma didn't stop, her tongue painting circles around the older woman's sex-engorged clit as she used a single finger to slide in and out of her sex.

"You're going to keep coming unless you reschedule that fucking test tomorrow, Regina," Emma breathed deeply. She had been buried between Regina's thighs for the better part of ten minutes and - not that she was complaining – but between the alcohol and the grip Regina's thighs had on her head, Emma was beginning to feel just a little light headed. She took a few deep breaths of air before turning her attention the Mayor's sex once more.

"No fuck, oh my god," Regina managed through clenched teeth. Even as her mind protested, Regina felt her hips matching Emma's thrusts. Never had she felt so not in control of her body before. Emma was taking her to a whole new world of pleasure, a world that Regina had never dreamed could exist. With every brush of her tongue or thrust of her finger, Regina came closer and closer to the precipice of inevitable brain-washing, mind-numbing, 100 per cent pure unadulterated pleasure. It was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

"Cancel the test!" Emma demanded.

"No, I will not ahh" Regina's sentenced was punctured by her cries of pleasure.

"Fine." Emma spoke and immediately withdrew her finger from Regina and sat up on her knees, welcoming the copious amounts of air she could now draw freely into her lungs. "You don't want to cancel that stupid fucking test, fine. But don't expect me to make you come again."

Regina's body was still moving of it's own accord, desperate to find something, anything, that would squelch her desires. But all she was met with was the cool air in her bedroom. She eyed Emma with nothing but lust and loathing, unable to form words at the moment.

Emma just shrugged and removed herself from the bed, crossing over to the large bay-view window that afforded her with the view of Regina's entire front yard. It was late, that much she knew. Probably well after three in the morning and if she was going to take this stupid test in the morning, she knew she should probably go home and get some sleep. Not that it would do her any good anyway. Emma knew that as soon as she got into her own bed, her mind would be plagued with images of Regina squirming and writhing beneath her. Images of the way Regina's lips parted when she experienced absolute pleasure. Tonight, no doubt, would be a sleepless night.

"I hate you," Regina whispered from on the bed. She couldn't see Emma's face, but she didn't need to to know that the blonde was probably smirking.

"I hate you, too" Emma responded dryly as she turned around and began picking up her clothes for the second time this evening. "I guess, I'll uhh…see you in a few hours then."

Emma walked to the bedroom door, waiting to hear a response from Regina, but not looking at the woman lying naked and fucked in her own bed.

"Wait." Regina called. "Fine. Okay, no test tomorrow. Now get your ass back over here and finish what you started!" Regina demanded.

Emma smiled. She practically ran back over to the bed and jumped between the Mayor's legs. Within just a short moment, Regina was flooded with wave after wave of an intense orgasm. She had to bite down on a pillow just to keep from screaming to loudly.

And after all was said and done, Regina and Emma laid side by side, naked, just staring up at the ceiling. Both were content in the silence of the moment and neither woman risked speaking for fear of breaking their contentment. After many long minutes of companionable silence, Regina heard the tell-tale signs of Emma beginning to drift to sleep.

"Wake up, Miss Swan," Regina pushed at the blonde's shoulder.

"Wha…s'going on?"

"You fell asleep."

"Oh. Well, okay. Were you expecting a goodnight kiss?" Emma teased.

Regina clicked her tongue in annoyance. "No, I was expecting you to get dressed and sleep in your own bed."

This time Emma chuckled lightly and closed her eyes once more.

"Nope. Not gonna happen. Too tired."

"Miss Swan…"

"What!?" Emma half-yelled, too tired to deal with another round of bickering.

"I really do hate you." Regina spoke, still staring at the ceiling. She smiled to herself in the darkness.

"I really do hate you too, Regina" Emma whispered and fell to sleep once more.