Rating: T (tame, I know. Maybe I'll write a second part if there's enough ppl who want it)
Summary: Suggestive fluff? I think this started from some comment or other that I read scrolling through my dash. Dinner and dessert. Like/Reblog/askbox, love the feedback.
The fork and knife clinked against the empty plate as Emma sat back and gave a satisfied sigh.
"I take it you liked it then?" The brunette smirked slightly as she collected the plate from in front of the Sheriff.
"Of course. Where did you learn to cook? That was amazing!" Hazel eyes tracked the svelte woman's form around the kitchen island as the dirty dish was placed in the sink.
"Twenty eight years dear. In a town where nothing changed except for Henry, I had to fill my spare time with something." Regina casually shrugged off the compliment. Cooking was a small accomplishment in the former Mayor's eyes.
Moving gracefully to the refrigerator, she looked over her shoulder to the other woman who was still basking in the light of Regina's culinary expertise.
"Dessert?"
The blonde perked up at the word. If it was anything like the main course than whatever the brunette had whipped up would certainly be a treat. "Yes please," she answered.
The brunette nodded and turned to open the refrigerator. As she bent over to get something from the lower shelves, Emma couldn't help her eyes as they ran over the back of Regina's dress and how it stretched deliciously.
Hazel eyes quickly shot up as the brunette turned back to the kitchen island, and placed three bottles in front of Emma. Confusion and curiosity fought on her face as she looked over at the bottle of chocolate syrup, whipped cream and…her brain stalled as it looked at the label of the third bottle.
The words 'foreplay', 'red apple', and 'lubricant' were the only things her brain could process.
"Uh, Regina…?" She trailed off as she raised dazed eyes to lock with the brunette's. Said woman had nonchalantly removed her blazer and was dangling it coyly by a finger over her shoulder.
"The dessert, dear, will be upstairs. And you get to choose the topping. Can't wait to see what you decide." With a naughty smirk she very deliberately swung her hips, strutted out of the kitchen and headed towards her bedroom.
The sound of muted heels against the carpeted stairs reached Emma and snapped her out of the aroused haze that had fallen over her. Not bothering to look, she blindly grabbed one of the bottles in front of her and dashed out of the kitchen.
Regina's delighted laughter as the blonde caught up floated throughout the house, quickly followed by the sound of her bedroom door closing.