𝑺 𝑾 𝑨 𝑵 𝑸 𝑼 𝑬 𝑬 𝑵

~11~

This had escalated quickly.

Emma didn't remember how she'd gotten up the stairs. Didn't recall taking off her boots. And she didn't know how, but Regina had managed to rid her of her skin-tight jeans and she was now clad only in her underwear from the waist down.

What clever little fingers the Queen had.

Emma did however remember with vivid clarity how she'd ripped the mayor's blazer from her body and shucked it over her shoulder before reaching around the brunette and grabbing that delicious ass of hers with both hands.

She also remembered the delightful moan that move had produced.

Priorities.

The rest was just a crazy lust-filled blur of high heels being kicked off, stumbling across the hardwood before feeling the carpet give way underneath their toes, lips smashing, hips grinding, fingers scratching, hands, flesh, buttons, zippers, hot breath and cold air on newly exposed skin, scraping teeth and heavy breathing...

Emma threw the mayor into her closing bedroom door and the brunette's back imprinted violently against the surface, forcing the air out of her lungs in an abrupt exhalation. Emma clawed at the Queen's clothes, fumbling with the buttons of Regina's shirt in her impatience to see all of that delectable olive flesh that had been haunting her dreams as of late. She undid just enough for one smooth shoulder to break free of its confines before she moved her kissing attack to there, forcing herself with a small pang of regret to leave the brunette's hot and punishing mouth to torture her elsewhere.

A needy moan crawled up Regina's throat as Emma sucked at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, her knees threatening to buckle under the sheriff's onslaught. Her right hand rubbed carelessly at a tight nipple underneath Emma's thin tank top, pinching it roughly through the fabric while her other hand sought out the lock on the bedroom door. But upon jiggling the latch she frowned.

Breathing sharply and trying not to look as flustered as the blonde was making her, she gripped Emma firmly by the hair and pulled her face back up to eye level.

"You broke my lock," she stated accusingly.

The two endless pools of jade staring back at her made it hard to remain angry however. "I'd break down the whole damn door if that's what it'd take to get your attention," Emma replied honestly.

Regina smirked, "I believe you did that once already."

"That I did."

Emma kissed her urgently, knocking Regina's head back into the door as her hands roamed and groped underneath the mayor's shirt, scratching lightly at her lace-encased breasts. Their tongues sought each other out and dueled for dominance, thrusting and licking and biting with increasing fervor.

This shirt was becoming an issue.

Emma obviously didn't have the where-with-all to deal with buttons right now and Regina was getting impatient.

Time to take control.

The Queen released the sheriff's lips with a loud pop and shoved Emma roughly toward the bed with one hand.

"Sit."

The blonde tripped backwards, her long legs sprawling underneath her until she had perched her ass obediently on the edge of the bed.

Regina's dark eyes glittered as they raked up the exposed flesh in front of her. The tip of her tongue appeared as she wet the corner of her lips.

Emma swallowed roughly. If time had been moving too quickly before, it had practically stopped now.