"Do we really have to do this?" Emma huffed in annoyance as she followed Regina down the stairs to the sub level of city hall.

"Obviously, because it's the only way to prove you messed up," Regina said angrily.

"I keep telling you, I gave you that file two months ago," Emma insisted.

"And if you did it would have been digitized before being moved to storage," Regina reiterated. She walked purposely to the record storage room and walked in, with Emma trailing behind. Instinctively she waved her hands and magically turned on the lights before she swayed from lightheadedness.

Emma quickly grabbed hold of Regina to keep her from falling, scoffing at her wife's stubbornness. "What part of not using magic until you're better can't you grasp?"

Regina groaned in frustration as she pulled back from Emma. She had recently contracted a strain of 'magical flu.' Unlike a standard virus, she was only affected if she used magic. Otherwise she was fine. Belle had told her all she had to do was not use magic for two weeks and it would go away on its own. But she wasn't finding it easy to keep using her abilities at bay.

"I forgot, alright," Regina stated as she pulled back from Emma.

"The more you use magic the longer it will take for the flu to leave you," Emma reminded her.

"I'm well aware," Regina angrily insisted. "I admit I made a mistake. Which isn't something you can do apparently."

"For god sakes Regina. I know you love thinking I'm stupid and irresponsible. But I gave you that stupid file. How many times do I have to tell you?"

"You can tell me you did it until we're old and gray, and it still wouldn't make it true. And I'm going to prove that I'm right and you're wrong." With that Regina pulled open the box of police reports from two months ago and began shifting through them. "Not finding it yet. Not finding it yet."

"Okay, even seeing the look on your face when you find that file and are proven wrong isn't worth this. I'm going back to the station." Emma went to the door and pulled on the knob, where to her surprise it broke off in her hand. "Oh no."

"What now?" Regina asked, her back to Emma.

"The door knob broke."

"What?" Regina replied as she went over to Emma. "What the hell did you do?"

"I didn't do anything! It just came off. Do you have your cell phone on you?"

"I left it in my office so I could charge it."

"Terrific," Emma muttered, as her own phone wasn't on her either. Luckily for her she had a radio to the station clipped to her belt. "David!" she yelled into the device.

"Emm…What's wr…g?" David asked, his voice going in and out from radio interference.

"I'm stuck in the town hall records room with Regina. The door knob broke and we need someone to get us out of here."

"Say that aga…"

"We're stuck in the town hall basement!" Emma yelled. "You need someone to get us out of here!"

"You're stuc…where? Say that…"

Emma groaned as the signal was lost, tossing the radio to the floor.

"Smart, destroy our only connection to the outside," Regina scoffed.

"Not now Regina," Emma said with warning in her voice.

"Of course, we could have just magically transported ourselves out of here if you bothered to actually train and study your magic."

"You're seriously lecturing me right now?" Emma asked in disbelief.

"Yes Miss Swan," Regina declared, frustrated enough to pull out that old term. "Because you're the reason we're both trapped down here. If you had just done your job when I asked you we wouldn't be here."

"For the last time, I gave you that damn report!"

"Then where is it? Because it's not in the system. And I'm not finding it in here. So clearly we have a magic creature in town that eats old police reports. Because according to you there's no possible way the sheriff could possibly have been lazy with her civic duty and…"

Emma looked at Regina as she was lectured, realizing she could be trapped here for hours having to be chewed out. No, this is not happening, she thought. She tried to think of something to say that would shut her wife up before launching herself across the room, sealing her lips to Regina's as they backed up against the file boxes.

"What are you doing," Regina replied with wide eyes.

"Shut up," Emma replied as she continued kissing her wife.

It only took a moment more before Regina kissed Emma back, their hands roaming over each other's bodies. It had been hours since they had touched each other at all, and Regina craved Emma's touch. Emma pulled the tail of Regina's shirt out of her waistband and lifted it up, her hands traveling upward to knead Regina's breasts through the woman's bra. Regina gasped as she ground her leg against Emma's core, feeling vibrations against her skin as Emma moaned into her.

They continued kissing one another, almost forgetting why they came downstairs in the first place. After several minutes Emma's hands left Regina's chest and traveled down to the waistband of her skirt. She quickly undid the buttons on the garment, where it fell to the floor and bunched around her ankles. Emma pushed Regina's panties aside, finding her wife wet and ready. Regina gasped as Emma slipped two fingers inside her, curling them within her. She moved her own hands and managed to unbutton Emma's jeans before thrusting her hand inside Emma's pants and pushing her fingers into the blonde's pussy. "Fuck!" Emma hissed at Regina's skillful finger work, her wife knowing just how to make her eyes roll back in her head.

Regina gasped as Emma added a third finger inside her, feeling her walls stretch as those digits worked their magic. Her moans grew louder as Emma's thumb brushed against her clit. She increased the rhythm of her own fingers, knowing she had found the g spot from the look of rapture on the blonde's face. Arousal dripped out of each of them as they worked their fingers faster and faster, almost competing to see who got off first. It wasn't long before Regina cried out as her body was hit with an explosive orgasm. Emma followed a few seconds later, screaming as her body shuttered in pleasure.

The two women sank down to the floor, holding each other up. Emma sucked her wife's arousal off her fingers, smirking as she saw Regina do the same. She buttoned her pants back up (not caring that her underwear was sure to be a mess) as Regina put her skirt back on and tucked in her shirt. Once they were dressed Regina took hold of Emma and cuddled against her. "I'm still mad at you," she stated, even if the tone of her voice suggested otherwise.

"I'm still not apologizing," Emma exclaimed with a grin, earning a chuckle from Regina.

They lay together in the supply room for a while longer, before they finally heard a few of the dwarfs outside yell that they were going to get them out.

Author's note: full disclosure, this last chapter was heavily inspired by a story I had read years ago for another fandon/ship (in particular the ending.)

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