A/N: This story was written for the Swan Queen Big Bang, February 2016. The image in the cover art was created by alinaandalion. I want to thank my artist for providing the image, beegoddess for being my beta, and the Swan Queen Big Bang administrators for doing such a great job of having organized this event twice a year, year after year! Long live Swan Queen.

Chapter Summary: Emma visits the mayor's office to ask Regina out on a date but gets a little sidetracked.

Chapter One: The Panty Thief

If anyone had told Regina Mills that she would be pressed up against the wall of her office with Emma Swan's body anchoring her there, she would have thought they were crazy.

But that was exactly how they were in that moment. Emma's mouth pillaged hers of breath with an ambitious tongue, causing feelings of lust and yearning to pool in the low pit of her stomach. A guttural moan sounded and Regina recognized it as hers. Her fingers splayed against the sheriff's hips as she kissed the woman back with equal fervor.

When she felt the blonde's hands cup her breasts through the tight turtle neck top and thumb her nipples into hard peaks, her lower body defiantly thrust itself into Emma's because it desperately wanted the sheriff's attention too. Even though her eyes were shut briefly, she could feel Miss Swan's smile against her lips. The blonde worked her nipples harder and tighter.

"Regina," she said on a breathy sigh, running a tongue along the mayor's lower lip, "I need them in my mouth," she murmured and then moved to bury her face in Regina's neck. The brunette felt Emma's hot whisper in her ear. "Let me see you." Emma tongued her earlobe. "And taste you. Please, Regina?"

The brunette nodded before she could even think of whether this was a good idea to be making out with Sheriff Swan in her office. With a wave of her hand, she heard the door lock followed by the blonde's light chuckle.

"I should have checked that." Emma sheepishly apologized as she lifted the hem of Regina's turtle neck slowly up with both hands, running her fingers underneath. As soon as Regina's pink bra was exposed, Emma's eyes darkened and her lips parted, which made the brunette smirk in satisfaction. Not to be conceited, but the mayor knew she had a sexy body. One could not have been the Evil Queen, wearing the attire the Evil Queen had worn, and not have been proud and willing to flaunt it. "Pink…" was all the blonde muttered as she pulled the thin fabric down exposing a dusky nipple. She bent her head and drew the tip into her mouth sucking and laving it with her tongue while nimble fingers exposed the other one, flicking it with her thumb. "Mmmm…"

"Emma…" Regina smiled and sighed as she tipped her head back and pressed her breast further into the sheriff's warm, wet mouth. She cried out and clutched Emma's head to her when she felt the blonde's teeth graze her before soothing the offended nipple with her tongue.

"So perfect," Emma whispered across Regina's torso to greet the other aching mound with the same level of concentration. The tight bud she had left hardened more, drying in the cool air. The feeling of having Emma's wet mouth engulf her, created havoc with Regina's control, and she wanted desperately to rub her slickness against any part of the savior. Sobbing at the dull ache between her legs, Regina moved her hips in a wavelike motion, looking for contact with something, anything.

"You want me, Regina, just as much as I want you." That talented tongue dipped into the mayor's mouth again pulling a long breathy sigh out. "We shouldn't have waited this long." Regina could not reply as Emma's mouth covered hers again, and seemed to be stroking her very soul with heated kisses.

Regina's hands strayed to Emma's bottom, donned in a pair of tight black jeans. The woman's curves were indecently enticing and Regina could not help but get a handful, pulling the blonde against her.

"Oh yeah..." Emma said between hot kisses, and her hands momentarily went from Regina's breasts to the wall behind the brunette for leverage, so that she could rock herself against the woman. She nudged Regina's legs apart and came into contact with Regina's sex.

"Emma... Emma..." Regina felt Emma's hands gliding down the back of her body to her shapely backside where she gripped it and tried to grind her more thoroughly against her thigh, but the plaid pencil skirt Regina wore made it difficult. The blonde tore her mouth away; their foreheads were leant together and their mouths hovered near each other's sharing the same breath.

There was longing in the sheriff's green eyes in which Regina felt she could get lost in, an admission she would take to her grave. With her line of vision darting to the blonde's pliant lips, Regina crossed a shaky hand over Emma's hip and fisted a handful of her own skirt, bunching it up and signifying her approval to continue.

The blonde groaned appreciatively and collected Regina's skirt in her hands, bundling it up. She wasted no time in grinding Regina's core against her leg and swallowing Regina's whimpers. The mayor felt the sheriff's fingers slip into the leg opening of her panties and dig into the soft flesh of her backside making her ride the denim clad thigh more crucially, rubbing against her center and Regina knew that she had soaked through her underwear and that Emma might feel her through her jeans. "Oh GOD, Regina…"

A passionate, impatient whine was all Regina could manage as she felt Emma's fingers, skin on skin, slip over her opening from behind several times, seemingly curious to feel how aroused she was. The blonde was gliding wonderfully through her slick folds while her tongue flicked a turgid nipple.

"You are so hot, Regina. Oh God, so incredibly hot." The brunette felt one finger invade her and then two and she pleasurably puffed out with each vigorous thrust. Regina brought her head down and forced Emma into a hot kiss. She must look so ridiculous pushed up against the wall with her clothes crooked but none of that mattered. All that mattered were Emma's fingers and tongue moving in matching tempos.

The blonde removed her drenched fingers and Regina could smell herself on them as Emma sucked them into her mouth. The sight was so arousing that the mayor could barely hold in her groan. "I want more, Regina." The younger woman tempted the brunette's lips apart and their tongues danced, sharing her taste.

"Take it," Regina submitted huskily, peeling Emma's red leather jacket off her shoulders, sending it cascading down to the floor. Immediately afterward, she worked on unbuttoning the blonde's blouse, because the mayor was desperate to feel the woman's warm skin too.

Emma sighed and then crushed their lips together, "Desk or couch," she mumbled against the mayor's kiss swollen lips.

"The desk…" but Regina did not get to finish pointing out that it was only because it was closer. Emma bent low, wrapping her arms around her bottom and lower back and picking her up, startling Regina with her strength. Once they reached Regina's rather tidy, uncluttered desk, Emma set the mayor's bottom on the edge, stepped between her legs and kissed her, cradling Regina's face in her strong capable hands. As the blonde's lips deftly moved over hers, Regina was pleasantly surprised by what an amazing kisser Emma Swan was. Perhaps "amazing" was an understatement. Words could not describe how good the Sheriff was making her feel at that very moment.

"You…" Emma paused rubbing the tip of her nose against Regina's in an Eskimo style kiss, "… are a really good kisser, Regina." The brunette could not help but smile at the compliment because her thoughts were mirroring Emma's at the same time. "I can't wait to discover all of you."

"Oh?" Regina threaded her fingers through golden locks placing gentle caresses on Emma's lips with her own. All the while the blonde's fingers dug into her thighs, humming with want. On some level Regina's thoughts went to their son, her conscience reminding her that she, they, had obligations. She did not want to stop, wanted this more than anything, but she had to make the boundaries very clear. Reaching up, she held the tip of Emma's chin meaningfully in her fingers.

"I don't want this to hurt Henry, Emma."

That sobered the blonde and she saw the lust in those green eyes retreat momentarily for concern. "I would never intentionally hurt Henry, Regina… or you." The blonde's hands started to withdraw slowly. "If you don't want this…"

The brunette was losing her, losing this moment, and the dejection of it slapped Regina with regret and deep need to put things back on a desirous track. Was this a bad idea having sex with Emma? Quite possibly. Did she want to engage in a sexual relationship with Emma? Most definitely. They were consenting adults. The dynamic of their relationship did not have to change. They could deal with Henry and everything else that came up. Her trust in that, in them, was steadfast.

Placing her fingers over Emma's wrists, she halted their recoiling movement and slowly pulled Emma back in, wrapping the blonde's arms around her waist again and circling hers around Emma's neck. She brought their faces closer. "Oh, I want this, Emma." And if the blonde had any doubts, the Mayor was only too happy to let her lips and tongue convince the Sheriff otherwise. At first, Emma seemed reserved, but seconds later, her lips became more insistent and her hold tightened, pulling Regina snugly against her and thrusting her tongue into Regina's mouth, claiming it as her own.

"I want to taste you, Madame Mayor, and I want to feel you against my tongue." Emma nipped at the spot just below Regina's ear and purred into her ear, "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have my tongue inside you?"

Regina gasped as Emma sucked on her earlobe. Had she ever thought about it? Of course she had. Early on, there was a waywardly indecent thought or two about Emma Swan; curiosity, fascination, attraction, and a definite musing of the woman in a sexual capacity. However, now, all she could think about was the feel of Emma's tongue brushing against her and her pelvis rocked excitedly as if searching that particular part of the sheriff out. She was suddenly intrigued that the Sheriff might have had similar thoughts about her. "Have… have YOU… imagined your tongue inside me, Miss Swan?"

Emma chuckled, kissed her and nibbled on her bottom lip. "Mm-hmm… in quite a few places actually." Another gasp from the brunette and Emma had a deeply satisfied grin pasted on her face. "I've already been in your mouth. Let's move on to Spot #2, shall we?" Emma leaned Regina back to lie on the desk, rolled Regina's chair over and settled herself between her legs, causing Regina to snicker.

"Making yourself comfortable, Sheriff?" Regina decided that she loved when Emma's cheek dimpled with her smile.

"I plan on settling in for a while," the blonde answered and Regina's heart raced at the implication. "I wonder how many times I can make the Queen scream my name by the time I am through."

Oh my goodness!

The mayor leaned her head back against her desk and stared up at the ceiling in awe and excitement. She felt Emma's fingers rake lightly over the lace and nylon covering her sex. "Such pretty pink panties," Emma contemplated loudly. You may need to use magic to take care of these, Regina, because they are soaked." With her index and middle fingers, Emma traced her a little more firmly, teasing Regina and making her mewl with delight.

Bending closer, Emma took in Regina's scent and her eyes rolled to the back of her head in ecstasy. "God, Regina, you smell SO good." While thinking that she wanted to commit Regina's personal scent to memory, Emma could wait no longer and she sucked the pink strip of damp fabric between her lips, pulled on it and let it go, hearing it snap back against the mayor's excited flesh.

"Emma!"

"Yes, Mayor?" Emma's tongue darted out from smiling lips and began licking the woman through her underwear.

Oh my God! "Please…"

Her tongue moving in circles now, Emma baited, "Yes?"

Regina caught the blonde's teasing tone of voice and raised an eyebrow at the woman who looked back up at her with her blonde head enticingly bobbing at the crook of Regina's thighs. The sight turned the brunette on even more. Propping herself on her elbows she directed her sexiest smile down at the sheriff, "Take them off, Emma." Emma hooked her index fingers into the waistband of her panties and drew them slowly down, and up Regina's legs as the mayor extended them into the air.

Christ! Emma stood as she pulled the lace off and placed soft kisses on the older woman's ankles. Regina was so sexy and she could not believe that they were finally together like this. She had walked into Regina's office, resolute about confessing her true feelings to her; that not only did she respect her as Henry's other mother, but that she was in love with her, had been in love with her for probably a long time but was too stupid to realize it.

However, when she saw the woman, she had wanted her with a ferocity that shocked her. They started talking about Henry, argued about something stupid and Emma just snapped and backed Regina up against the wall and started kissing the hell out of her. She had never acted so inappropriately in her life. Sure, she had done crazy, unexpected and inappropriate things before, but this involved feelings, emotions, and Emma Swan was never good at showing her emotions.

Emma parted Regina's legs and looked down at her. She brushed her knuckles lightly over Regina's well-groomed mound as she slowly bent over the woman, gazing into her face lovingly. Her hands and arms slipped under the mayor's shoulders and her lips hovered over Regina's. On some level, she knew that she was doing this all out of order. Her intentions were to come to City Hall, adamantly reveal her true feelings, ask Regina out on a date and then, well, try and kiss her. In her mind, there were steps to follow, weren't there? All bets were off as soon as she stepped into the office and saw the Mayor in all her irresistible splendor.

Regina's smile started to fade when Emma stroked her cheek tenderly because she sensed something was different in the woman from just a few minutes ago. With a quirk in her brow she asked, "What is it?"

"I'm in love with you, Regina." Emma did not regret the words, but she definitely swore inwardly at her delivery. It was definitely a mood changer. Regina frowned.

"What?" Regina got up on her elbows again and searched the blonde's face intently. What she found was absolute sincerity and truth and it unnerved and scared her.

"I love you, Regina." Emma sighed as Regina moved to slip out from underneath her. She should have just kept things hot and sexy and not heavy and serious. "Regina…"

"You love me?" Regina stood and remembered that she was half naked so she pulled her skirt down, without her panties, and righted her bra and turtleneck. "What am I supposed to say to that?"

The blonde's head fell and she cursed inwardly at her stupidity. She could have been tongue deep in the Mayor by now. "I'm not looking for you to say anything. I didn't say it expecting you to say it back."

Crossing her arms like a protective shield, Regina walked a short distance away and spun around with accusation in her eyes. "How can you LOVE me?" She grasped desperately to facts. They were friends. They were co-parenting Henry. Emma was so important to her. And then one thought in particular came to mind, one that she had allowed herself to ignore in her desperate passion for the woman. "You have a boyfriend, Emma."

"I don't have a boyfriend, Regina. Hook and I broke up last week." When Regina's arms uncrossed and dropped absently indicating that this information was new and startling to her, Emma prattled on, "I told him that I was being unfair to him because I was in love with you."

"So the PIRATE knew before I did." There was bitterness in her voice Regina realized, and she was losing touch with her ability to think clearly. First of all, she was not sure why she sounded so bitter when the thought of Emma being away from Jones made her extremely happy. She felt that things were spiraling out of control and sometimes when they did, Regina inexplicably felt a little self-destructive; like she was ready to lash out and say things that may not be in her best interest. If emotions were involved, well, she would push away and raise walls.

"I couldn't deny it any longer, Regina. Not that I was actively denying it. I was so stupid to not see what I was feeling for you all these years."

"Years?" She felt like she was plunged into confusion and logic was tattered and her rational thoughts were in disarray. Eyes darting pensively from side to side, Regina acknowledged one thing. This was not just casual sex. These were feelings and they were going to get messy. Did she care about Emma, of course! Did she love Emma, somewhere in her mind, she believed it to be true. Was it romantic, happy ending, true love kind of love? Well, could it be? Maybe? It is! It is! Somewhere inside her, screamed the words, "It is." On a fearful sigh and closed eyes, Regina crossed her arms and grieved for what they could have been doing now, if love had not been brought into it. "Sheriff, I think you need to go back to work."

Emma felt like she had just been doused with a bucket of ice water. She hesitated and then huffed frustratingly. "Right." She was halfway to the door, when she pivoted purposefully and pointed at Regina. "You know what you're problem is? You're scared. You are under the delusion that your happy ending is going to be some gallant knight on a white horse because that's all you fairytale characters think about, turning to pixie dust for dating advice and the solution to your problems. You're going to miss what's right in front of your face. As it is, if you weren't so stubborn, we could be making love right now, Regina, and you would see, truly, that I, your Happy Ending, have been here all along and that you feel for me the same way I feel about you. I was just the one who realized it first! And for the record, I'm alright with letting you figure things out in your own time. I just want to be near you."

They were at a standoff; Emma by the door standing with arms straight at her sides, glaring at Regina and the brunette standing by her desk, jaw clenching and gulping, trying desperately to appear strong even though a wave of uncertainty was raging within her.

"Are you finished?" The mayor composed herself in a regal stance befitting the queen that she was. "Can this fairytale character have her underwear back?"

Emma's eyes flashed and she slowly walked forward, stopped, bent at the hip and retrieved her red leather jacket off the floor. "No," she simply stated, unlocked the door and left, stuffing Regina's panties in her jacket pocket.