A/N:*this is the start of an idea of I for a story- a bit of a teaser right now- more to come very soon*
Emma liked to think about the things she would do to the Queen had they lived in different circumstances. Had she not been the biological mother of her adopted son. Had she not been the Evil Queen. Had she not been the daughter of Snow-fucking-White. Had she not been a woman (assuming that the Mayer was only attracted to men). She found herself physically attracted to Regina from the moment they met. Her dark features and perfect pale skin, her lush red lips, perfect breasts...and those hips and oh, that ass... After meeting Regina the first time there was tension- not sexual tension but Regina obviously viewed Emma as a threat to her relationship with her son and hated the complete idea of the woman immediately. It was clear the two would unlikely become friends let alone lovers. Still, Emma couldn't help but think of Regina in the most intimate way. She wondered what her lips would taste like, how soft her skin was, what kind of lover she was - does she like to fuck hard? Is she selfish? Is she into foreplay or is she impatient? Has she ever been with a woman? Emma couldn't explain why she was so drawn to this woman, but she knew she had to keep it to herself, she couldn't afford to let her thoughts become public for Henrys sake and her own egos sake. After all, Regina clearly despised her and would probably not find it amusing to know that Emma thought of her sexually. She would likely use the knowledge to publically embarrass Emma or take advantage of her. No...Emma would just keep her thoughts to herself, she had no problem doing that.
Until now...