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Fuck, I want her so fucking much.
Regina’s brow furrowed as she looked at the stray notebook she’d found in Granny’s. She told herself she’d opened it to try to find the owner, not out of idle curiosity. She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting—it was a little, yellow, spiral-bound thing, so school work maybe? Definitely not this. The handwriting was so familiar, but she couldn’t place it.
Like, sometimes when I see her all I can think about is making her come. It’s totally fucking distracting.
Startled by the directness of it, and feeling exposed by association, Regina glanced around to be sure no one was looking over her shoulder.
She’d be so hot and slick in my mouth. I can almost feel it, how her clit would be swollen and eager for me to touch. Her wetness would smear all over my face as her hips rolled to meet my tongue. Fuck, it would be so good.
Regina felt a tiny flicker of arousal and took a deep, steadying breath. This person, whoever they were, certainly had a pleasantly explicit way of talking about sex.
I would eat her for-fucking-ever. I would lick her until my tongue hurt and refused to keep working and then I’d still wish I could lick her more. I’d worship her pussy with my mouth until she pleaded that she just couldn’t come again.
She should stop reading this. She should really, really stop reading someone’s personal and wildly erotic musings about whatever woman it was they had an interest in.
But who am I kidding? Regina doesn’t want me. She barely gives me the time of day. She is such a snarky asshole, but it’s so sexy. She’s so sexy.
This was about her? This person wanted to do all that with her?
And oh damn, to be inside her. I would slip my fingers in and get to feel her ripple like liquid velvet around them. I could press deep and fill her up. I could stretch her, if she wanted.
This was someone whose first thought of how to be inside her was fingers, then. That felt like a clue. Wait. What the hell was she doing? She shouldn’t be trying to figure out who this was. Should she?
Oh god I want to feel her tremble with pleasure while I touch her. I want to feel her need it. It would be so fucking good to see her flushed and sweaty and well-fucked, laid out on my bed staring me down like the queen she is, demanding more.
They were certainly very confident in their sexual skills, weren’t they? She wondered if it was arrogance or well-deserved pride.
So good to hear her gasp and sigh and moan. Fuck, her voice is pure sex anyway, and if it was low and rough with sex? I swear to god I would come just from hearing her.
Well if nothing else, the flattery was nice.
Every position is hotter to think about than the one before. Pressing against her back, biting her neck as I fuck her fast and steady. The way her hips would move as she rode me. Being face to face, her legs wrapped around me while I fucked her slow and deep.
Regina did like all of those things very much, as well. Who was this person who was so desperate to have sex with her? They seemed quite sexually compatible.
But then, I think about lacing our fingers together. I think about kissing her eyelids. I think about seeing her morning hair. I think about slow, easy kisses. I think about giving her a foot massage after a long day. I think I’m smiling like a damn idiot here in Granny’s.
Well that was startling, and welcome. The desire was nice, but being an object wasn’t, and it had almost started to feel like that. Knowing that there was some deeper care there was-
“Hey Ruby, did anyone turn in my notebook?”
Whipping her head around, Regina saw Emma at the counter. Asking about a notebook. In the next, startled moment, she had returned her attention to her plate and flicked her fingers to poof the notebook closed and into the seat across from her.
“Nah, Em, I haven’t seen it. Are you sure you left it here?”
Regina had several seconds of her heart pounding too hard in her ears to realize that there was no reason to assume that this notebook was the one Emma was talking about, no reason to assume that Emma had been the one describing sex with her in such vivid detail.
“I’ll swear I did. I had it when I was here and then I didn’t. Maybe it’s still in the booth I was using earlier.”
There was definitely no reason at all for her body to be so exquisitely aware of Emma moving closer and closer to where she sat.
“Oh, hey Regina.”
As Regina glanced up, hopefully casually, she saw Emma shifting uncomfortably. “Good morning, Sheriff Swan.”
Emma’s face scrunched a bit in confusion, and that was adorable. “That’s awfully formal. You haven’t called me that in years.”
Shit. Regina cleared her throat to buy a bit of time. “I was just thinking about the reports you had due yesterday. I trust they’re on my desk?”
“Um.” Emma gulped and she knew she had her. “They will be soon.”
“Not so soon if you’re in the diner rather than working on them,” Regina pointed out. She had missed their banter, she realized. It didn’t have the old sting anymore, but it was so very enjoyable and they didn’t do it nearly enough these days.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Emma said, scuffing her feet on the linoleum. “I’m headed back there now. I just, uh, think I left something here when I had breakfast, and, yep, there it is.”
Regina tried very hard not to let her eyes roam over Emma’s ass as she bent into the booth across from her. She didn’t succeed. It wasn’t her fault that Emma wore such tight jeans that clung to her in just the right way, though she realized uncomfortably that it wasn’t the first time she’d thought about that.
But she also couldn’t resist needling her a little. “You should be careful with your belongings, Ms. Swan. You never know who could have picked that up.”
The wide-eyed startled look Emma turned to her was delicious, but it was gone too quickly as Emma brought herself under control.
“Yeah, uh, guess I got lucky,” Emma said, gesturing with the notebook.
Then she fled, leaving Regina looking after her thoughtfully.