"Emma, darling?" Regina called as she put her keys on the corner table right after she walked in the mansion. Regina was tired, it had been a hard day. Apparently, everyone in Storybrooke thought it was the Mayor's personal job to fix that one broken traffic light. It was a traffic light, damn it, why did people have to bother me with that all day? Maybe it was because of the two almost accidents it created and that was obviously a big deal in a small city as Storybrooke. Anyways, all Regina wanted that Friday night was to relax with her family and drink some fine wine.
"I'm here!" Emma yelled and Regina followed the voice. "What the hell are you doing in my kitchen, Miss Swan?" Emma stopped mixing something in a pan and turned towards the brunette. She was wearing an apron, her hair was up in a messy bun, her hands were dirty and one was occupied with a big spoon. She smiled to Regina and walked towards her. "I prefer Miss Swan-Mills, please." Emma smirked as she gave her wife a quick peck on the lips, with her arms wide open trying not to accidentally get Regina dirty, that would not be nice.
Regina watched as Emma quickly got back to her task, and asked suspiciously. "You haven't answered my question, Miss Swan-Mills." She made her way to the blonde woman, putting her hands on Emma's waist and kissing her neck. "What are you doing?"
Emma shivered when she felt a soft touch at her neck. "I am making a dessert." Emma answered truthfully. "Actually, Henry called asking if he could crash at Snow's, so I thought that maybe I could make something special tonight. First, I thought about cooking dinner, but now I am doing something different and you get out of the kitchen, woman."
Regina slapped Emma's ass and walked away. "Fine, woman." She said in a mock tone. "But if you ruin it, I will not be cooking anything, I am really tired." She went upstairs to change into something more comfortable, after hearing Emma's response and chuckling.
"I love how supportive and encouraging you are, babe! That's why I married you!" Emma could hear Regina's laughter and smirked to herself, I love this woman.
Regina sat at the dinner table wearing nothing but Emma's oversized, white t-shirt and her silk white panties. She wants to make something special, well so do I. She waited while listening to Emma's story.
"Babe, have I told about that time I had a Brazilian roommate? Well, one day she made a really nice dessert, I guess it was a dessert? I'm serving it as one, so I don't care. Anyway, she taught me how to do it, and I always wanted to show you." Emma told Regina from the kitchen. She made her way to the dinner table holding a big flat plate, paying attention not to drop it. She turned to her wife. "But first, we're eating this very nice sushi I... " Emma was speechless when she noticed her wife's state of semi-nakedness. "Ordered."
"So, you didn't actually cook dinner?" Regina smirked, knowing very well what she was doing with her wife.
"I cooked dessert, I ordered dinner... Why are you semi-naked? That's after the dessert!"
"I wanted to give you an introduction of your dessert, dear." Regina smirked, raising from her seat and walking to Emma. "So why don't we skip the sushi and go upstairs?"
Emma watched the brunette walk closer. The way her hips moved and the way her shirt rose a little showing a hint of underwear that drove Emma crazy. She dropped the plate on the table. "You're impossible, woman."
Regina came a step closer. "Say it again."
Emma grabbed Regina by the waist and brought their bodies flushed together. Regina gasped and put her hands on the blonde's shoulders to establish herself. "What was that, Regina?"
Recovering from the sudden movement, Regina smirked. She stood on her tiptoes and brushing her lips against Emma's ear, she whispered. "Say it again."
A shiver ran trough Emma's body until it settled between her tights. Gaining an abrupt boldness, she put both her hands on Regina's backside lifting her up and circling Regina's legs around her waist. "You are impossible, woman." She repeated.
Emma kissed Regina. Oh, she kissed. She kissed and nipped and bite her wife's lips until it was swollen. All the while sustaining her beside the dinner table. When her arms started to feel the weight, she moved Regina a little bit higher and started walking. "Babe, let me down, I can go upstairs on my own."
"I know." Regina chuckled.
Regina gasped when her back met harshly with the closed door of her bedroom. Of course Regina loved sweet and caring Emma, but she also liked this side of her in the bedroom; the harsh and impulsive one. Emma had carried her all the way to the room and when she thought her feet would finally meet the ground, Emma closed the door and pushed them against it.
Emma put all her right arm underneath Regina's ass, supporting her wife, and consequently, freeing one arm. She put her palm gently against Regina's cheek. "What do you want?"
Although Emma had this "dark" side Regina loved, she also loved the sudden demonstrations of affection she often displayed.
TO BE CONTINUED
Notes: "What does Regina want?" PM, ask or review and I'll write it!