As she sat down into her chair to finish some paperwork, Regina poured hot water into the tea cup. Damp rose from the cup and left a sweet smell in the air, the result of warm water mixing with dried leaves. She smiled. The cup was black, simple in design and elegant, like most things she owned. But it was not the master piece in this setting, no. She reached into the top drawer in her desk, the place where she kept her most beloved items. Items she had brought with her from the enchanted forest, items that reminded her of times long since gone.
Her hands touched a smooth surface, and as she felt the coldness of the item against her fingertips, she smiled. She grabbed hold of it, slid a finger across its gentle surface, and brought it out of the drawer. In her hand she now held the most beautiful spoon. A spoon with gentle carvings on top of the shaft, swirling in tantalizing movements. Curls she traced with her finger as she smiled. In the middle of the decorations there was a tiny rock, a deep blue sapphire cut into the most gorgeous shape. Light caught the surface and reflected as she gently twisted the spoon. Such a beautiful sight, she thought to herself and sighed.
As the rock glittered and light played across her eyes, she moved the beautiful piece of art which was the spoon towards the little jar of sugar nearby, and gently dipped it in. White sparkles covered it, as sugar crystals were piled on top of the spoon. She smiled. That's the stuff, you sweet, sweet thing.
She lifted the spoon with the sugar balancing on top, gently. Then she moved it towards the tea cup, and watched mesmerized as she quickly turned it around to let the contents fall deep, deep into the cup. And then she pushed the spoon inside, and span it faster, faster, faster. In circular movements, she moved the spoon, just enough to let the sugar dissolve. And then she abruptly stopped.
She looked at the swirling motions in the cup, a race, a dance, a dream. She grinned as she smelled the mixture of tea and sugar, Oh, it's so ready for me. Then she gently stroked the spoon as it glittered in the light. The last of the white sugar particles were still dancing in the tea cup like a whirlpool.
What a fantastic smell, she thought to herself as she used the spoon to collect a tiny bit of the glorious liquid. As she moved it closer to her face, the surface shone with promise of fulfilment, of sweetness, of warmth. The spoon barely touched her lips, a cold metal feeling mixed with the warmth of the liquid and odours which heightened her senses. She breathed it all in, and for a moment the world stopped. This was perfection. This is true magic.
Like a gentle kiss, her lips gave way to the soft touch of the spoon. She carefully tasted the liquid with the tip of her tongue, and as she found it cold enough avoid getting burned, she poured it all into her mouth. The warm liquid burned down her throat, sending shivers across her spine. Oh, heavens, she thought and closed her eyes.
The spoon still rested in her mouth as she swallowed, and she felt her tongue caress it as if searching for more. The smooth surface left a hint of metal taste in her mouth, as she spun it around and gently pulled it out whilst gently touching her lips like a sweet sweet kiss. As she removed it, she opened her eyes, and a feeling of completeness engulfed her body. She smiled at the spoon as she put it back into her tea cup, before continuing to drink the rest of her tea.