Reblogging again because, for fuck sake, just look at it. A reason isn’t even needed.
“Tell me, Miss Swan,” Regina leaned back in her chair, glaring across her office at Emma. “Why do you constantly try to destroy everything I hold dear?”
Emma shrugged, loping across the office with a confident, predatory gait. “I guess I just want to know why you think it’s okay to be the way you are, with Henry, with everyone.”
Regina quirked an eyebrow as Emma came to a halt in front of her, looking up at the Sheriff.
“And do you always get what you want?” she purred, the corner of her mouth curving into a decidedly challenging smirk.
Emma dropped to her knees in front of Regina, placing her palms onto the other woman’s legs and letting her fingers slide up over smooth skin until they reached the hem of Regina’s dress and then stopped.
“Yeah,” Emma nodded, staring into Regina’s eyes. “Pretty much.”
“I see,” Regina said, then swallowed as Emma’s fingers curled underneath the material of her dress, fingernails scraping a line of intent up towards her thighs. “And what is it that you want now, Miss Swan?”
Emma’s hands disappeared beneath the expensive garment, fingertips fluttering ever upwards. Regina shifted, letting out a hoarse breath as Emma moaned in appreciation.
Gazing up into those dark eyes, Emma pressed her lips together and tried to quell the clattering of her heart as Regina moved again, pushing her hips forwards.
“You,” she answered.