Author's Notes: Okay, so a dear friend who is also my sounding board for everything SwanQueen accidentally inspired me to write this prompt challenge. Some things to keep in mind:
1) Yes I am taking requests, but do keep it simple. Each prompt will range anywhere from 500 words to 2,000, depending on the scenario. I will try to fulfill requests in a timely manner if I'm inspired and yes you will get a PM if I'm writing your prompt so you'll know before it's posted :)
2) None of them are interconnecting, every one will be stand alone and yes, every single one will be rated M. I also suck at coming up with titles 99% of the time so bear with me here...
3) The title is meant to be silly! My friend C mentioned how all my sex scenes should be put together like a mixtape and thus the idea was born.
4) If a prompt is not from one of the two stories I currently have going, it will be made known. If it is a scene, future or past from a story, it will also be known and if the chapter is written or I have planned it for a specific one, the chapter itself will be noted as well.
5) I have a very dirty mind, but I don't do full on bondage or BDSM.
6) Reviews feed the muse! Send me inspiration ;)

Prompt: Kitchen sex after dinner, established SwanQueen, Regina POV. Inspired by a little something-something I stumbled upon on tumblr the other day...

Story: Scene from Miles to Go: Chapter 22 (forthcoming)

Timeline: AU 2013ish

Warnings: None

Author's Notes: This is actually a little scene I wrote ahead of time for my fic Miles to Go but it can actually be read as a stand alone as well. I'm starting off with this for two reasons, to get this thing going and to shamelessly promote Miles to Go at the same time. Enjoy and remember to review/favourite/follow! :)

Regina smiled as she heard Emma enter the kitchen and she smiled again when she turned to look at Emma as she brought in the last of the dishes. She had the sleeves of her white blouse rolled up, the sink slowly filling with warm water and dish soap.

"You're like the only person in existence that live in a mansion and doesn't even own a dishwasher."

"Am I?" Regina chuckled as she turned off the water and began to fill the sink with the dishes they'd used for dinner. "I had one in New York City, but since returning home to Storybrooke, I've learned that doing the dishes is a rather therapeutic chore."

"Seriously?" Emma chuckled as she bumped her hip into Regina's and they both exchanged a smile. "Do you think you can come over to the cottage tomorrow? There's a sink full of dishes waiting to be washed."

"I know," Regina replied, trying not to show the fact that every time she'd been over to the cottage there always seemed to be a sink full of dishes waiting to be washed. She'd been tempted to do them herself many times, but she never did. The cottage wasn't her home and she didn't do anyone else's dirty dishes but her own. "There is a fresh towel in that drawer over there," Regina said as she reached for the cloth. Emma gave her an incredulous look but opened the drawer and took out a tea towel. "I'll wash and you can dry. Just stack the dishes to the side and I'll put them away when I'm done."

Emma chewed on her bottom lip, a habit Regina noticed that hadn't been there the first time they were together. The minutes ticked by slowly as she washed and rinsed and handed the dish or glass to Emma to dry.

Dinner had been a pleasant one, one they'd managed to get through without forgetting the food completely and devouring each other instead. It had been a few days since they'd seen each other and it'd been the longest stretch of days since they started seeing each other again. Regina could feel the heat rising through her body as she thought of what had transpired in her office, and coincidentally the last time she and Emma had seen each other. The lunch Emma had brought her had been forgotten and she couldn't quite look at her desk the same way anymore, nor could she look at the small stack of paperwork that had been crumpled when Emma cleared off everything with one swipe of her arm.

As she dried her hands on the tea towel, Emma's hands went to her hips and she smiled as she felt Emma's lips kiss over the back of her neck lightly. She closed her eyes as Emma's hands deftly unbuttoned her slacks before moving to unbutton her blouse. Her mouth fell open, about to protest about doing this in the kitchen, but she knew that it would fall upon deaf ears and that Emma would take her in there no matter what she said.

Regina allowed Emma to slip her blouse off, sighing into Emma's soft touch as her lips continued to kiss over her neck, moving to her now bare shoulders and lightly tonguing the strap of her black lacy bra. She moved to feel Emma more fully against her and she moaned as she felt Emma's hips surge forward, connecting to her behind as her hands reached up to cup her breasts, her touch no longer light but firm. Her hands didn't linger and Regina knew from the way the blonde's lips were kissing over her shoulder, she was going to take exactly what she wanted and it would be quick, it would be hard, and just the thought of it had Regina's legs trembling.

Emma's hands moved down her stomach, the descent surprisingly slow. Regina gasped as Emma gripped her hips and pressed her body flush against her back. Emma's fingers grasped as her pants, but Regina couldn't take it any longer without kissing her. She spun around and captured Emma's lips with her own, moaning as Emma's arms slipped around her and she felt herself moving and suddenly she was spun around and Emma was lifting her up on to the island counter top.

"Emma, what—"

"Shh," Emma whispered, grinning salaciously as she placed one palm on the counter behind her and the other traveled over the expanse of her behind, moving to grasp her pliable flesh as she slipped her fingers through blonde hair. "Let me love you."

"Here?"

Emma chuckled throatily as she moved her hand between Regina's legs and cupped her over her pants. "Here."

Regina playfully rolled her eyes because Emma damn well knew what she meant and was just being cheeky. It was a part of her that she loved, just like all the rest of the reasons why she loved the gorgeous woman who was standing between her legs, her eyes clouded with lust as she licked over her lips.

Emma moved to grasp as her hip, pulling her a little closed to the edge as she moved forward, her stomach grinding into Regina's centre, eliciting a moan as a swell of arousal flooded through her body. She grasped on to Emma's head with her left hand, her right moving to the counter to balance herself and she pulled Emma in for a thoroughly passionate kiss before she felt Emma start to move down her body, her lips kissing over heated flesh as she made a gradual descent.

Regina's breath hitched in her chest as Emma trailed her tongue down between her breasts and used her teeth to tug at her bra but made no attempt to remove it. She continued, her breathing as ragged as Regina's was becoming, kissing over her abdomen and nipped at the skin just below her navel. Emma moved her legs until they were draped over her shoulders and another wave of arousal rolled through her and she could feel her clit starting to throb, making the fact that Emma was moving slowly and it was absolutely pure torture.

Leaning back as Emma's hands grabbed her pants and matching black panties, she pulled the offending garments down her legs, ducking her head under them as she pulled them past Regina's knees. The counter was cool and she groaned as Emma pulled her a little closer to the edge. A hand fell away from Emma's head and landed on the counter behind her, the other going to the top of Emma's head and pushing her down right where she needed her to be.

Emma held her legs apart, hooking her arms under her thighs as she kissed over Regina's pussy, her tongue slipping out to tease her, to taste her, but never fully licking her yet. Her breathy moans filled the kitchen and she was already so close it wouldn't take much for her to come undone, even with the way Emma was teasing her.

"Emma," Regina cried out as she watched the blonde bury herself between her legs, her tongue and lips and teeth feeling like they were everywhere all at once.

Emma moaned, the vibrations filling her whole as her tongue slipped inside of her, drinking her in as she struggled to stay on the counter, her hips twitching as Emma held on to her firmly.

"Ah," Regina gasped as Emma's agile tongue moved to circle over her clit, hard and fast and then she was coming, the room spinning as she arched her back and threw her head back, moaning out as her orgasm erupted through her body. "Emma!"

She didn't let up and Regina was panting hard as she moved her hand away from Emma's head and placed it behind her. She leaned back a little further on the countertop and looked down at Emma, watching as she licked her fully once more before her lips began to kiss up her abdomen, over her breasts, up her neck and finally meeting her lips in a slow, lazy kiss as her hands fell on Regina's hips.

"I could do that all night," Emma moaned quietly against her lips and Regina gasped as she felt the button of Emma's jeans press against her wet, throbbing clit.

"I could let you."

"Yeah?" Emma's lips curled into an adorable smile as they lost themselves in the moment they had fallen into because Emma just couldn't wait until after they'd had dessert to have exactly what she wanted.

Regina had a feeling that she was dessert and that the warm apple pie she'd made earlier would go to waste.

"Yeah."

And Regina knew she'd get exactly what she wanted too, even if she was little less brash about taking it.