DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING HAVING TO DO WITH ONCE UPON A TIME OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS MENTIONED.
It's a nice Thursday afternoon in Storybrooke and Regina leans against the kitchen counter drying her hands after preparing a healthy lunch for Emma. Emma is sitting at the counter with a mouthful of sandwich, and before her is spread magazines, articles, pictures, stats, and the like for the Ducati.
Emma Swan wanted a Ducati. Regina Mills said no. Emma has scrimped and saved enough to buy The Midnight Blue X700 series. This bike was heaven to ride and hell on wheels. She wanted this bike, and she wanted it badly. Almost as badly as she wanted Regina, almost. At night she would dream of the bike. The wind in her hair, the sun on her skin and the powerful rumble of the engine as she gunned down side streets and country roads.
"No, Miss Swan, you will not bring that loud, irritating machine around my son!" Regina only said 'Miss Swan' and 'my son' when she wanted Emma to know she was not going to budge on an issue. "The death rate on those, those things is higher than that death trap of a car you have...so again, NO!"
"Babe, you don't wanna see me in a black leather jacket and skin tight black jeans with my boots on a bike like this?" Emma poured on the charm. "With a tight white tank top underneath?"
Regina almost faltered at the image, almost. Then it clicked, "Dear," she said as she stepped into Emma's personal space, "you wear that every day. It would be nothing new to me." She said as smiled and kissed her lover's cheek.
Feeling confident that she had settled the matter fairly effectively, Regina returned to her study. Emma, on the other hand, was not so pleased with the Mayor's decision.
"It's not a thing, it's a beautifully crafted and powerful machine that can make me a very happy woman." Emma mumbled under her breath, hoping that Regina did not hear her.
So against her wife's wishes, Emma decides to purchase some riding leathers, boots, and a helmet. But the only problem is, the nearest Ducati dealer and leather shop is in Boston. There is a split second of maybe she is right. Maybe I shouldn't and save myself the embarrassment. That moment passed all to quickly. With a clap of her hands and a pop of her neck, Emma set about making plans for a weekend trip to the city with her son.
In the study, Regina is buried paperwork. Land deeds, tax forms, and a revision of the Sheriff's department, the usual stuff. Somewhere between the billionth complaint from Mr. Blackman about Mrs. Weldnoph's lemon tree dropping fruit into his pool, and Archie begging for an updated Wi-Fi server, Regina put her pen down and out right laughed. "A Ducati, this fool wants a what is easily the most dangerous and expensive bike out there. God, no." As she resumed her work, she could hear the tell tale footsteps, or foot slides, because Emma can't possibly walk like a normal human. Regina shakes it off and continues working.
"Honey?", comes Emma's voice floating around the corner followed by long blond hair that needs to be cut. "I got you some coffee, babe."
Regina knows that 'honey followed by 'babe' only mean one thing..."What did you break now?" There was no need to lift her head to see the expression on her wife's face. The sound of a very poor attempt at being emotionally hurt made Regina look up. "Don't give me that fake hurt look, Em-ma, I know you, remember, I AM your wife, ya know."
"And that is why I brought my lovely, beautiful, smart, talented, " Emma laid the charm on thick and even punctuated it with her girlish grin that made her wife lose it." did I mention the best at everything?" At the look of pure and unadulterated look of disbelief on her wife's face, Emma stopped. "Ok, so I know that you said no, but just take a look at some stuff about the bike."
"Let me put your fears to rest, my love, " Regina states as she kicks back in her leather office chair behind her mahogany desk, " No, Not going to happen. Do not test me."
Emma's face fell so rapidly, that Regina swore she felt the temperature drop in the room. Taking a deep breath, Emma stands up and puts her hands up in a surrender position. "I know better than to argue with you." As Emma declared this, she slowly backed out of Regina's office.
Regina smiled and said " That's my girl. Wait, that was too easy. What are you up to?" Regina glared at the retreating silhouette of her wife. "Emma? Emma? Miss Swan!"
