A/N: English is not my first language.
Hey, guys! So… I first pictured this as a one-shot thing, but I'm not sure yet. Make my mind and tell me how you feel about it!
Enjoy it!
Ice-cream
It's a beautiful sunny Saturday morning at summer time. Out there, the birds sing and the kids play on the streets: Storybrooke is a calm town. There's no reason to concern about children's safety in a day like that.
In that particular morning, a woman rests in her bedroom and marvelous dreams take care of the beginning of her day.
Emma hears a laugh. It's a sound that makes her feel happy and relaxed. She looks up to see Regina in a white summer-dress walking toward her with bare feet on the grass.
The sun lights the woman ant the dark hair seems to glow around her pretty face. The olive skin is darker than usual and that's unbelievable sexy. The smile on the older woman face is easy and, although Emma knows her real age, she thinks Regina never looked so young, happy and gorgeous since they met for the first time.
The brunette jogs the last few meters between them and catches Emma in a tight embrace. The blonde can feel the warmth and pressure of the other body against her. She can smell the sweet scent of apple shampoo. She can hear the deep chuckle near her ear.
"I missed you."
Their lips touch. It's a chaste kiss, but Emma feels like her entire body is catching fire. She feels more than just desire. She feels peace and calm… And love.
The Sheriff walked her way on Main Street trying to forget about the all too realistic dreams she'd been dreaming about the Mayor lately. She smiled when she remembered the way the brunette was laughing on this last one. It was so charming…
Ok, Swan. Ruby is right. You need to get laid. Soon. And not with the Mayor.
Since she moved from Boston, things were a little slow on that department for the Sheriff. Celibate was never her cup of tea. However, fairytale characters neither were.
And she couldn't deny how exquisite the former Queen was. Those dark eyes… The red lips… Those firm breasts… That ass…
Oh god… That ass… Shut up, brain! She's the Mayor! Show some respect, for fuck's sake! Yeah. Nice word choice, Swan.
The blonde started her path to the mansion's front door when she saw the garden gate open. Guessing that Henry or Regina would be there, she changed her way to walk in the lord-like place.
The garden was huge, full of all sorts of trees here and there. There were many plats with the most beautiful roses and lilies Emma had ever seen and the whole place was designed to all the attentions being focused on the marvelous apple tree in the center of everything.
Taking a few minutes to admire it, the Sheriff breathed in and out slowly, closing her eyes for a moment before walked in the kitchen.
"Hey, Regina! The gate was op…"
Emma stopped talking when her jaw dropped to her chest at the unbelievable sight from the Mayor leaning over the kitchen island with her back to the door, wearing a short-sleeved white shirt, tight shorts that ended just a few inches below the perfect curve of her ass (that ass!) and bare feet.
"Hm?" The woman lazily asked looking over her shoulder, sliding a spoon out of her mouth.
Oh dear god… I wish I was that spoon…
Wait. What?!
Emma shook her head trying to clear her mind.
"The gate was open." She gestured with her thumb over her shoulder. "Is Henry here?"
The blonde walked toward the island and leaned her back against it next to Regina. She saw the ice-cream pot over it and noticed that the woman was eating directly from it. Weird.
"No, he's not."
"Where's he?" Emma couldn't help the curiosity about the situation, that only increased when the mother of her son sighed deeply before answer. "He's with Jefferson's daughter. On a date."
Big green eyes widened in shock. Without warning, she stole the spoon from the woman's hand and took a big bite of the vanilla ice-cream. It seems it was just yesterday when he just shown on her door at Boston and invade her apartment – and her life.
"Hey! That's mine!"
The childish reaction was so unexpected that Emma burst into laughter. Regina grabbed the spoon taking it back and the blonde just laughed even harder.
"Relax, woman! It's just a date!"
The frown on the brunette's face made the Sheriff slowly stop laughing.
"OH MY GOD! You are pouting!"
"No, I'm not." And then there it was: the perfect expressionless mask on the Mayor's face.
"Yes, you were." Emma poked the woman's shoulder and offered a genuine smile. "I know the feeling… But, well, what can we do about it? The kid is not a kid anymore, ya'know? And, hell, I want grandchildren!" She shrugged a bit.
Regina's eyes grew so wider that the blonde was afraid they would pop out of her head any moment.
"Grandchildren? Do you think…?"
It was impossible not laughing about it. The brunette's face was just too hilarious.
"Not now, woman. Someday. But, yeah. I think he's doing it."
"Emma! He's too young!"
The blonde rolled her eyes. "He's seventeen."
Regina just grabbed the ice-cream and started eating like she was trying to save her life.
"So, what's up with the outfit?"
The woman glanced down to her surprising common clothes and shrugged, filling her mouth with a spoon of the sweet treat.
"It's Saturday. I am at my house. And it's hot."
It's hot, in deed. In so many levels…
"Fair enough."
Emma reached a drawer and grabbed a spoon. So many weekly dinners made her confortable enough inside that kitchen to know where some stuff were. They ate in silent for a few minutes before ice-cream felt on the brunette's chest.
The blonde watched the other woman, noticing that the first three buttons were open and the fourth was struggling to not pop out. A slim finger slid in the valley between perfect breasts and then was captured by waiting red lips.
Emma's mouth got suddenly dry and she shifted from foot to foot.
Don't look at the boob! Don't look at the boobs! DON'T LOOK AT THE BOOBS!
Crap.
As her gaze went down the shirt again, the blonde could perfectly see the dark shadows of the Mayor's hardened nipples under the thin fabric of her shirt. It was obvious that the brunette decided not wearing a bra that afternoon.
What about panties, dear?
"Do you like what you see, Miss Swan?" The voice was a mix of suggestion, amusement and annoyance.
"What?" The Sheriff cheeks were burning hot and she knew she should be as the same color as a tomato right now. Stupid pale face.
"You were staring, dear. At my boobs."
Emma filled her mouth with ice-cream to avoid talking. Before she couldn't stop herself, her eyes went back ate the breasts of the older woman. And then to her legs. And to her ass. And back to the breast.
"Seriously, Sheriff, you need to learn what discrete means."
"I… I'm sorry. I… I should get going now."
She started walked out the kitchen when Regina asked. "Or you could stay for dinner. If you want to."
The blonde hesitated for a few seconds. A dinner. Just the two of them. When she couldn't think anything but the brunette's breasts, ass and possible lack of underwear.
Oh, god…
"It's just… I feel a bit lonely… With Henry spending less and less time around… And it's not like I have many friends of my own."
Emma nodded then cleared her throat. She knew how it was to feel alone all the time.
"Yes, sure."
"Care to help me?"
"Okay…"
It was weird for both of them this little friendship… Since they got back from Neverland things seemed to be easier to deal with each other, but it wasn't like they were BFF's or something like that. It was more like their fights turned from murderous intentions to an innocent pushing of buttons. That's how their dynamic worked and it was a good thing that they were getting along. For Henry's sake.
And even if neither of them would admit, they enjoyed each other companies more than just a bit.
As they cooked together, they kept bumping on each other, lightly touching and brushing their skins without intention.
Emma held her breath when Regina simply leaned over her to grab a knife on the counter and her boobs brushed against strong pale arms.
"Anything wrong, dear?" The blond couldn't tell if the purr was intentional or not, but the way those words came out of those red lips was sexy as hell. The sheriff gulped then cleared her throat, shaking her head.
"Nope. Everything is fine."
"Okay."
Geez… That smile. It's just too perfect.
Fuuuck! I need to stop thinking that! Think fluffy things! Non sexual things! Cats. I hate cats. They are evil. And cocky. And lazy. And they walk like they run the place. Yeah. Think about cats. Focus on the cats.
When Emma let a knife drop on the floor and Regina leaned to grab it, the blonde actually thought she would have a stroke: the short went up on the Mayor's tights, displaying her backside just a little bit.
"Be careful, dear. You could have yourself hurt."
"Yeah. Sure. Sorry."
"Are you sure is everything ok? You neck is red." The brunette stepped forward, touching Emma's forehead. "Oh, Emma! You are hot!"
The blonde widened her eyes in surprise, stepping away from Regina's touch.
"WHAT!?"
"I think you got a fever. Come here."
"I'm fine. And stop saying my name. Is weird."
"What do you mean?"
"You keep calling me Emma. It's freaking me out."
"And why is that, dear?" Regina looked puzzled.
Because makes me uncomfortable aroused, that's freaking why.
"Because it's not like you."
"I still don't get your point, dear… Come here. Let me check your fever."
"I'm fine!"
"You are red, hot and babbling nonsense."
Despite the blonde's protests, Regina placed a hand on her forehead one more time.
Stop thinking about those hands on the rest of your body, Swan! Not gonna happen and you know it. Behave yourself!
When the woman stepped back, the Sheriff let out the breath she didn't realized she was holding. This was going to be a long night…
"What do we have for desert?"
Say me! Say me!
"Ice-cream. Or apples. Your choice."
Can I choose you?
"Ice-cream is fine."
Regina smiled at her then turned back her attentions at the sauce. Emma focused on the salad she was making until the brunette started moving around again, touching the blonde without even noticing it.
Yeah… Definitely this would be a long, looong night.