A/N: TW: Dub-con. I wrote a similar story where Regina had a magical concussion the other day, (Just Hold On To Me) so this one is sort of Emma's brush with magic lust spells. Written for 2500 followers on Tumblr, thanks!

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Ah! Hook thought, it was so nice for the hospital to send over a pastry treat along with the bags of evidence. It was so very friendly, and quite hospitable of the hospital to be so kind. Har har har!

The apple turnover looked pristine and fresh, and only one tiny itty bitty bite had been taken out of it. Hook knew just who to give it to! Emma could totally eat around the bitten part, after all Hook had seen her devour much worse 'food' items without complaint. She'd love it!

He finished sorting out years' worth of bloody clothes and DNA samples that had finally been collected from the hospital after several curses and villains had descended on the fair land of Storybrooke.

Most everything was worthless now, but the amount of flying monkey hair alone had to be worth something. The hospital workers had just piled anything curse related up in a closet on the 4th floor and let it gather dust. Emma was determined to catalogue the evidence for help with future cases should the need arise.

He was helping. Trying to help at least. He took the turnover from the plastic baggy and folded it over again to hide the bite mark, and sat it on a plate in the middle of Emma's desk. He hadn't been around for the first curse or the breaking of it.

Hook didn't know what that turnover did.

When Emma arrived at the office she was bleary eyed and sucking down her morning coffee to try and wake up. Hook was in the evidence room doing his categorizing of David Nolan's old coma rags. He scratched his head with his hook and tried to figure out what letter came after 'O' in the alphabet.

Emma barely glanced at the pastry on the desk before gobbling it up.

As a general rule, as soon as even one morsel of a sleeping curse infected apple was ingested the intended recipient immediately fell asleep cursed.

Regina preferred the apple method; it was a tastier and a far more palpable way to go down. Others preferred the 'prick your finger on a spindle dipped in curse juice' method. It was all a matter of theatrics and presentation.

But one thing was a constant: One prick. One bite.

Just enough to get into the body and the person who pricked or ate was out like a light and burning in a fiery nether realm.

Low and behold, the ever intrepid Emma Swan wolfed down the whole pastry in 3 big ass, super fast bites. She inhaled that cursed turnover with enthusiasm; her only concern was to get it all stuffed in her mouth as quickly as possible. It was delicious too judging from the fleeting taste she had captured before she swallowed.

She only surmised that something wasn't feeling right as she licked the flaky crumbs and gooey apple remnants off of her fingers. She smacked her lips.

"Hey Hook, that bear claw was really good. Was that from Granny's or the new take out place?"

"Neither," Hook emerged from the evidence room looking pleased with himself like always. "When I retrieved the evidence from the hospital they kindly included a nugget of sweetness."

"Huh?" Emma smacked her tongue to the rough of her mouth. She felt light headed, like she was coming down with an angry case of the flu. "Hospital nuggets?"

"Aye, it was an apple turnover, looked freshly baked and delicious, just like you, my love."

"Oh fuck!" Emma realized that she had eaten Regina's evil deadly turnover. She wasn't dead as far as she could tell, but she wasn't exactly feeling good either. She patted down her body making sure she was real and pinched the skin on her wrist.

Emma was most disgusted that the pastry was like 2 years old…. Yet, by the power of magic it had been soft and scrumptious as if it was fresh.

Regina must be one hell of a baker….

Regina, Regina, Regina….Regina must be one hell of a lover…

Emma frowned and tried to gag by making ridiculous faces like she was coughing up a hair ball. She should probably get the cursed pastry out of her system. She stuck out her tongue, and crammed her finger down her throat, to no avail.

She stood up abruptly. A flash of a memory or a magic dream thing reared up in Emma's mind's eye like a scene was being illuminated by red lightning strikes (or like a promo for a horror movie)….

Flashes of fire and Regina's parted lush lips….

A lusty looking Regina in bed wrapped in nothing but a red silk sheet…

Regina, lust, Regina, lush, Regina…Where were these images coming from?

"I gotta go…" Emma muttered crashing around her office like a cat trapped in a car. She was feeling overwhelmed and dizzy as more and more sexy unbidden thoughts and visions paraded through her mind. It was almost like her thoughts were being taken over by something else…

Her hidden fantasies and desires were suddenly bubbling up to the surface. She was cross-eyed and panting with her tongue hanging out.

She tried to resist it. Think of baseball, she told herself. Think about boring old baseball, and don't think about Regina. Mmm. Her hair is soft and shiny; I want to run my fingers through it…run my fingers…

The image of naked Regina standing before her, covered by 3 strategically placed baseballs came to Emma's mind as she raced out of the building and got in her car.

Her stomach was definitely upset; it felt like a swarm of butterflies were beating around in there. She burped lightly and a little cloud of cinnamon apple scented purple magic erupted from her mouth before she had a chance to cover it with her hand. The hiccup made everything worse. Not only was she envisioning dancing naked Regina's she was completely gob smacked with feelings for the brunette. Waves of want crashed through her body and left her center aching and her ass was squirming in the seat of her car.

She had to get to Regina right away. Regina would know how to reverse this weird perverted curse.

Maybe.