"Take them off."

Seconds crawl languidly past, and still the Sheriff remains motionless. Regina tilts her jaw to look up at the blonde irritably; not accustomed to being denied what she pleases, especially in a situation such as this. Alabaster skin blushes crimson, and Emma's pleasingly pink bottom lip is trapped between teeth the Mayor is willing to bet- willing to hope- are as sharp as they look. The expression is undeniably sexy, perhaps largely due to the fact that it's the result of nervousness; the seductive nature of the act a happy side effect.

Well, look who's suddenly come over all shy...

She could taunt Emma- after all, it's what comes naturally- but the situation is fragile, and she doesn't wish for the moment to break just yet. Instead, she places her hands gently over Emma's own.

What the hell, she wants to hold hands now?

The blonde looks down at where the Mayor's fingers encompass her own quizzically. She's never been one for handholding, or anything else in that horrifically intimate spectrum. She battles internally against the urge to pull her hands out from beneath the the brunette's soft palms, but the flawlessly manicured grip of the Mayor is firm, and rather than stroking and caressing, the darker woman simply begins to manipulate pale fingers from the denim hooks of her Levi's. Emma allows her hands to be guided up and away from her jeans; holding them up awkwardly with her palms splayed loosely towards Regina as she awaits communication on what comes next.

Slender fingers hook into denim loops roughly and tug viciously downwards. The blonde falls forward due to the aggressive jerk as her jeans are ripped halfway down her thighs; clutching Regina's shoulders and letting out a harsh gasp of surprise into the perfect shell of her ear.

"Fuck!"

She feels scarlet lips smirk into her hair at her breathless curse, as painted fingers release coarse denim and rest gently on the smooth skin of her thighs; cupping them from behind a few inches below the swell of her ass.

With Emma bent into her- still on her knees- Regina lets her eyes travel the bare, muscular planes of the younger woman's shoulder blades, before continuing down over the thin fabric of her top to finally revel on the smooth, pale expanse of the small of her back and the delicate red lace that narrows perfectly between pertly toned ass cheeks.

She momentarily considers making wearing cotton shorties illegal.

Aesthetic pleasure aside, the fact still remains that the blonde is a liar, and the Mayor refuses to let such things slide. She brings the flat of her hand down hard on the pale, rounded flesh of the Sheriff's backside with enough force to mark. A choked yelp in her ear assures her that the lesson is well on its way to being learnt, as Emma pushes up off of her, shaking mussed hair out of wide eyes that flash an angry grey.

"Did you just fucking spank me?!"

The blonde's fingers dig ruthlessly into her shoulders, and Regina eyes her cooly as the younger woman leans back to give herself a better vantage point from which to glare down haughtily. A small twitch to the side of Emma's mouth betrays incredulous amusement despite her anger at the act. The Mayor merely smiles at her; a finger running lazily over the waistband of lace at Emma's backside.

"You lied to me, Miss Swan, and that is something I simply cannot allow to go unpunished..."

Angular eyebrows arch, and the blonde regards her caustically.

"You're gonna punish me? Seriously!? As in 'you've been a bad, bad little girl, Emm'-A!"

Smooth hands cup her ass firmly and jerk her roughly forwards once more; crimson lips swallowing her ever persistent sarcasm in a painful clashing of teeth. She cries out, surprised; the sound curiously muffled as Regina bites down on her bottom lip before entwining slender fingers into cornsilk tangles and forcing her head back to attack her throat with a similar onslaught of tongue and teeth.

"Wh- What are you doing?"

The brunette smirks into soft, honey-scented skin at the audible panic in Emma's hoarse whisper; nipping playfully the younger woman's pulse-point and earning a sharp intake of breath. She soothes the abused flesh with her tongue, chuckling at the tense rigidity of the blonde's finely muscled frame as she battles between resistance and relish.

"I would have thought it was fairly obvious, dear..."

"Regina, ah, stop..."

The anxiety playing through Emma's tone- causing her voice to waver slightly- is juxtaposed by the way her hands- previously clamped on the brunette's shoulders- flutter down the fine silk of the Mayor's suit jacket, before she loops bare arms loosely around the latter's neck. Leaning back slightly, Emma forces the darker woman to stop her ministrations; green eyes glittering with confusion as they finally capture Regina's own.

"I- Why are you... I didn't think you even... I thought you hated me?"

"Oh, I do, dear"

Hands that never left the smooth skin of her ass creep softly up to rest at her hips and guide her gently down so that their eyes are locked at the same level. Emma studies the Mayor's face curiously, eyes flickering over delicate features; taking in every small detail. Red lipstick is now just a ghosted memory; its remnants smudged salaciously outside the natural lines. A small scar mars the skin of Regina's upper lip and the blonde runs a feather-light fingertip along its length.

"Good, at least it's mutual..."

"What is?"

"I hate you too..."

Hesitant lips press softly against Regina's; no demand for access- no urgency- just testing the water. The Mayor bites the inside of her cheeks to stop from smirking into the kiss; Emma's tentative nervousness surprising her.

The soft flutter of breath against her skin as the Regina stifles her amusement is not lost on the Sheriff, and she pulls away immediately as if scalded. Stormy eyes flash distrustfully; hurt feelings hidden by a sneer as she glares at the brunette.

"Something funny?"

Her voice is dangerously low and Regina barely represses a shiver.

Dear God, if she continues to use that tone she can have whatever she damn wants

"I just never figured you for the shy retiring type..."

"Well, I never figured you as a sexual predator, and yet, here we are..."

"Sexual predator? Really, dear? I believe you started this with your little display of indecent exposure."

"I was proving a point! I didn't ask you to molest me!"

The brunette laughs at the indignation in Emma's tone, and doesn't miss the sparkle in irritatingly enticing green eyes; daring her to continue despite verbal complaints to the contrary. She uses the pleasant ridges of the blonde's hipbones to steer her slightly off to the side; eventually managing to settle her so that she straddles one suit-clad knee. She runs her fingers lightly up and down the smooth, pale expanse of Emma's thighs as the latter curls her fingers into soft chestnut locks.

It's soft and gentle, and so out of character that neither woman can fathom what the other's next move will be.

Manicured fingers travel teasingly close to the apex of Emma's thighs, causing her to shudder and give one last fleeting attempt to talk some sense into the situation.

"Don't, we shouldn't-"

Regina's lips quickly find hers once more, and slender fingers leave her thighs to cup her cheeks; preventing her from pulling away.

"You talk too much, Miss Swan..."

As the brunette mutters these words, the Sheriff takes advantage of her open mouth and slips her tongue between parted lips; seemingly deciding to take on the notion of 'if you can't beat them, join them'.

The Mayor allows their kiss to deepen- handing over momentary control; unable to distinguish Emma's taste from her own as everything is apples- before biting down hard on the blonde's bottom lip and increasing the pressure until she's rewarded with a soft cry and the salted taste of iron.

Pulling back slowly, she takes in a red smear at the younger woman's mouth; slightly taken aback that Emma would allow her bite to intensify to the point of drawing blood. She drags an experimental thumb down over the broken flesh, rubbing away the scarlet stain and exposing teeth painfully white by contrast. The blonde nips suddenly at the fleshy pad of her thumb; scraping the bloodied whorl of her fingertip roughly with her teeth.

Christ, so much for being the shy, retiring type...

She leans back in and captures Emma's lips with new found vigor; the taste of cider marred with the coppery tang of the younger woman's blood. Pale hands creep up the front of Regina's jacket, finding the lapels and pulling the garment roughly aside to expose a silken sleeveless blouse and the equally soft, bare flesh of her arms. The Mayor lets out a soft moan as the Sheriff's mouth leaves hers to start a smoldering trail down her jaw towards her collarbone- all teeth and tongue; sharp then soothing- while her fingers start to work blindly at the small, gold buttons of the former's blouse with admirable dexterity.

"D-don't start something you can't finish, Sheriff..."

Sharp teeth graze aggresively against her collarbone, and the expert fingers now working between the valley of her breasts suddenly tug hard at the luxurious material; ripping the shirt the rest of the way open and leaving the Mayor in no doubt Emma has every intention of finishing what they've started.