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You're sitting in your office dreaming of a different life.

You say you wanna make me smile and see my wild side.

If we don't leave town now we're never gonna get out of here alive.
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"Ms. Swan, please," Regina sighed, not trying to hide her obvious annoyance.
"I'm the sheriff. Why do I have to do stupid paperwork? I'm supposed to be kicking ass and taking names," Emma exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. She tried to harden her expression, showing Regina she wouldn't back down so easily.
"Language, Ms. Swan," Regina scolded. "And just like you said, you're supposed to be taking names."
Emma frowned, realizing the error she had made. Regina raised her eyebrow in a challenging manner.
"You're impossible." Emma grumbled. Crossing her arms childishly, the blonde woman plopped down on the couch in the office.
"Oh do make yourself at home, dear." After getting no response from the Sheriff, Regina raised her head and said "And by that, I mean go back to your office and do your paper work."

Emma smiled. With fake innocence, she batted her eyelashes. "But Madame Mayor, I simply do not know how to fill out those papers. Would you be so kind as to show me the ropes?"
Regina crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair. Studying the woman sitting across the room, she listed the pros and cons of the situation. Cons: she would have to spend time with Emma Swan. She would have to endure the woman's dorky jokes and insufferable presence. Pros: the woman might finally get her paper work done. Another pro would be being able to spend time with Emma. Regina's eyes widened at the thought. Where had that even come from? Regina shook her head, trying to think of more cons.
While Regina was doing this, Emma herself was studying the Mayor. The way her chocolate hair perfectly framed her face, dark eyes scrutinizing Emma. Then Emma's eyes fell on her chest. When Regina crossed her arms, her cleavage was outlined even more than usual. Damn, Emma thought to herself, as her eyes lingered on the Mayor's assets.
"My eyes are up here, Sheriff." Regina smirked. Emma snapped back to attention, while her face flooded with embarrassment. A light shade of pink tinted her face. "You might as well sit at my desk if we're going to get all of this done," Regina moved her arm, gesturing to the paperwork.
Emma smiled, obviously having won the battle. She sat herself at the desk, sitting across from Regina. As Regina droned on about what specific color pen to use and how Emma had to write neatly ("Something that will prove to be difficult for you" the Mayor had said), she couldn't help but admire how beautiful Regina is.
Spending the next four hours doing paperwork, the two constantly bickered about anything and everything.
"You need to write your name so people can clearly read 'Emma', and not think it says 'fnno'. So write neater."
"Wow, I didn't think you actually knew I have a first name."
"Excuse me?" Regina questioned, obviously confused.
"Well you know, because you never call me Emma. You always call me Ms. Swan or Sheriff or something crazy like that. It's nice to know that you're aware of my actual name." Emma snickered as Regina crossed her arms.
"My dear, I am in fact aware your name is Emma. I choose not to call you that bec-"
Suddenly the phone sitting on the desk rang. Regina answered it using her best politician voice. "Mayor Mills, how may I assist you?"
While the brunette woman argued with someone about a situation down at the docks, she slammed her hand on the desk then letting it rest there. Emma got an idea and had to control her snickers. Very carefully, she bent over and began writing on the Mayor's hand. She drew in permanent marker, yet the Mayor didn't seem to notice. She was too busy unleashing her wrath on whomever the poor soul is at the end of the line. Emma finished and smiled at her artwork. She was going to receive hell from the other woman, but it'd be worth it to see her reaction. She sat back down and began working on the last of the paperwork.
Regina finished her argument, slamming the phone in the receiver triumphantly. As she went to run her hands through her hair, something caught her eye.
Her jaw dropped as she studied the name EMMA written on the back of her palm in black marker, surrounded by a heart.
"Ms. Swan, what is the meaning of this?" Regina huffed.
"I just wanted to make sure you wouldn't forget my name," Emma shrugged, trying to contain a smile and ultimately failing.
"And the heart?"
"I figured if you're going to have that beautiful tattoo for a couple of days, I would at least make it pretty."
"What do you mean a couple of days?" Regina took a tissue and began scrubbing at the markings.
"Well it is a permanent marker. And knowing you, you only buy the finest things. So I'm guessing the package isn't bluffing when it says 'if gotten on skin, product will stay for 4-5 days'. Anyways I've done all the paperwork so now you can't yell at me. I mean, I'm sure you'll still yell at me, just now you can't yell at me because of the paperwork. Anyways, I've gotta go pick up Henry from school. See ya!"
Regina angrily slammed the tissues on her desk. "You are a complete imbecile, Ms. Swan!" Regina roared as Emma neared the doorway.
Stopping in her place, Emma turned to face the other woman, a grin plastered on her face. "And you're an uptight bitch, Ms. Mills. But you know I still adore you!"
With that Emma turned on her heel and left the office, leaving behind a flabbergasted Regina.