Dominating Mayor Mills

Chapter 6

Emma stood at the other end of the hall, sipping from her glass of rye and coke, watching as Regina laughed and chatted with Ariel and Belle. Everyone had gathered for the party Snow had put together, including Emma, who thought celebrating a tradition that only existed in the Enchanted Forest was ridiculous. She had never even heard of this celebration until last week (something about rejoicing that it had been a mild winter?), and frankly, she didn't give a shit about it.

She hadn't wanted to come this evening, but Regina had forced her to. Emma would be irritated about being here, on her day off no less, if it weren't for the fact that Regina had agreed to wear the burgundy cocktail dress she'd once insisted was much too revealing to ever wear anywhere other than on a date. Emma had agreed to come if Regina wore the dress, certain that the prim and proper mayor would refuse to wear something that just barely covered the essentials in front of the entire population of Storybrooke. Regina had surprised her though and ultimately agreed, and so Emma had been forced to attend a party she had all but been certain she'd be able to avoid. She hadn't cared that every single resident of Storybrooke will be present, and that it would be absolutely appalling for the sheriff not to be present.

Emma would definitely rather be at home, but she had to admit, it wasn't so bad after all. The music was decent, the drinks were free, and the sights are fantastic, Emma's mind supplied, as she stared at the now bent-over mayor.
Regina could feel Emma's gaze upon her, just as she'd felt it rake over her body all evening. The sheriff had been social, chatting with the attendees as though she hadn't been trying to get out of this party for a week now. But even as Emma spoke with the townsfolk, her eyes continually strayed to wherever Regina happened to be.

Regina smirked to herself. She bent over further as she signed the guestbook Snow had set out, shifting from one foot to the other so her dress tightened against her ass. She took her time signing her name, adding an extra mention of how successful the party was and congratulating Snow on a job well done, just so that she had an excuse to keep teasing Emma with her position. Regina ended the signature with a smile, knowing Emma was at the other end of the room staring, likely watering at the mouth.

Regina turned and picked up her glass of wine, idly making her way through the crowd until she finally ended up exactly where she had first intended to be. She brushed her body along Emma's back as she joined people with which Emma was currently chatting, discreetly pressing her breasts into the woman's spine as she inserted herself into the circle.

"Madame Mayor. Way to remember the lowly members of the sheriff's department." Regina rolled her eyes at the blonde.

"I'm surprised to see you here, sheriff,"
Regina responded, as though they hadn't arrived together. "Given the fact that you still have not submitted your Professional Development Plan as requested, despite my numerous reminders, I could only conclude that you must be gravely ill."

"Oh, I did it. It was super detailed too, ask our new admin, Ruby here. Totally the best thing I've ever finished. But then the damndest thing happened before I could submit it. It just flew right off my desk and into the shredder when I opened my window. You know how stuffy it gets in the sheriff's station, so I wanted some fresh air and then whoops! Flew right into the shredder."

Regina narrowed her eyes, fighting the smirk on her lips. She could hear David trying to stifle his laughter, which was not helping her battle. Emma's expression was grave, eyes wide and serious.

"It flew into the shredder," Regina repeated.

"It did. It was insane. Like, totally out of nowhere... big gust of wind and adios paperwork. Couldn't reproduce that if I tried."

"Into the shredder I purchased for you."

"Yep. The very same one. So really, it's technically your fault. 'Cause, you know, you bought it for me."