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The mayor’s office was neat, every object tucked away in its right place. To the unknowing observer, this room appeared to be the perfect resemblance of the stern woman occupying it. Aesthetically pleasing, clean to the point one might call it clinical, inaccessible and with delicate information stored in locked drawers.
Composed.
Emma wanted said mayor to lose that insufferable mask since she first met her. And one might argue she succeeded.
Regina whimpered as Emma’s fingers slid inside her. She was poised, skin flushed - a fucking masterpiece lying where Emma had her sprawled out on the couch. She watched the brunette bite her lip in an attempt to stifle the sounds. Regina was always so very cautious, biting back moans and distracting herself with harsh grips and bruising nails instead. The more she battled the display of her own desires, the more violent her touches became. Emma had spent countless moments in shock as her lover’s nails dug into her skin or her fingers wrapped around her throat. She had grown so accustomed to this kind of intimacy, she almost didn’t realize the subtle nuances as they changed. Regina’s flesh began to feel softer, the chocolate brown of her eyes warmer.
Her fingers arched, pressing up against the mellow spot two inches deep inside Regina’s warmth. Her thighs twitched and Emma's grasp around the other woman’s wrists tightened. She held her arms secure above her head, preventing them from hurting her as she slowly began fingering the woman she ought to hate.
They had been doing this for some time now. It started in this exact same place - Regina’s office. They had gotten into a fight again. Regina had been insufferable, spitting insults and cornering Emma until she broke. Only that breaking manifested in her pushing the brunette up against the nearest wall and wiping that self-righteous expression off with a kiss. Regina was perplexed at first and that alone gave Emma immense satisfaction.
They had been switching between cut off apple tree branches and custody fights and tangled up nights ever since.
Emma knew it was not healthy. Getting caught up with a woman who wanted her gone more than anything. But Regina wasn’t pushing her away now. On the contrary, she was pulling her in deeper with each stroke and curl she gave. She couldn’t stay away from Regina if she wanted to. Emma wanted to make her wait, make the other woman so desperate that she would finally lash out and tell her just fuck her already. But Regina didn’t. Her eyes squeezed shut, stealing further parts of Emma’s ability to read her emotions. She pressed down on her clit, hard, to elicit a reaction. Satisfaction broadened in her chest as a sob tore from Regina’s throat and she wished she had her hands wrapped around her neck so she could feel the muscles working there.
Her thumb traced the outline of the sensitive nub, slick lubrication easing the path. She watched the usually controlled features contort in pleasure, eyebrows raising, and she wondered when Regina would struggle out of her grasp to claw at Emma’s shoulders.
Regina stayed still.
Emma’s frustration grew as she felt she was being shut out. At least before, she had the hatred to hold on to. She had Regina’s cold eyes and her demanding voice even as the brunette fell apart beneath her hands. But now there was nothing. No hate, no anger, nothing.
Her hand loosened its grip, releasing Regina’s wrists. Her fingers still pumped into her deliberately, thumb teasing over sensitive flesh. Regina shivered as Emma scratched her nails down her under arm to her biceps and found the path to her neck. Her fingers wrapped around the brunette’s throat and finally - a reaction.
Regina’s breath hitched and Emma already thought she had won. Regina’s arms remained above her head and she still seemed so fucking distant, so far away even though Emma was literally inside of her. The time for teasing was over and Emma let her thumb flick over the other woman’s swollen clit. Regina mewled quietly, her head rolling to the side and to Emma, that was just another insult, just another way of Regina removing herself further away from Emma.
“Regina,” the name slipped past her lips without permission, enough to fracture a cut into the delicate glass that seemed to be separating them.
Emma felt it more than saw it as the other woman swallowed thickly. Tears pressed through her still closed eyes, slipping down her pretty cheeks.
She froze, halting her movements. Yes, she wanted a reaction but not that. Regina was not supposed to cry. She was supposed to grip and slap and bruise her as she shivered through the pleasure Emma elicited inside of her. She helplessly stared at the woman who still didn’t meet her eyes. This woman who could be so mean, so ruthless and cunning now almost looked like a dear below Emma’s body. Like a bunny hiding in the high grass and the sight tore at Emma’s heart.
“Regina,” she said, her voice coming out cracked.
“Don’t stop.” Regina’s voice was almost too quiet to hear what she spoke. She was just so beautiful, even - or especially - with watery eyes and rosy skin.
Emma’s gaze traced the path of a tear spilling over her waterline and rolling down to her nose. Her heart pounded in her chest, feeling as if it was tightening her ribcage. “You’re crying,” she said, her hand traveling from Regina’s neck up to cup her cheek.
At that, Regina’s own hand came up to grasp around Emma’s wrist and her eyes were suddenly focused on her own. “I said, don’t stop.”
Her mouth opened to speak but sharp nails dug into the flesh of her arm and Emma didn’t know what to say. She wanted this, didn’t she? She wanted Regina to snap, to finally give her something to work with. So why did it feel so hollow?
This needed to stop.