Disclaimer: I don't own OUAT.
AN: Please, no prompts. They just stick in my head and go round and round until I start writing something for them – and I already have enough of my own ideas to write. Then once I have an idea, I want to know more and try to imagine the back story, and once I start writing I start wondering what will happen next. Of course, if I don't take a break from writing fanfic soon I may just fail my course but as I'm paying for it myself I really don't want to do that. Why is it so hard to stop writing this stuff? I think I may be addicted. J
PS. This is based on a prompt by Butterflykisses0. It is a one-shot. Almost definitely. Hope you enjoy.
The thing about magic, Regina mused as she splashed cold water on her face, was that it slowed the aging process. She reached for a towel to dry herself and glanced at the mirror over the sink. Even though she hadn't used magic since casting the curse, the little time warp the town had been under had a similar effect. For twenty-eight years she had looked exactly the same. Now, and she frowned a little at the thought, there was an enormous grey streak daring to ruin her wonderful hair.
She reached up and brought it in front of her eye, wondering if she dared to try the hair dye advertised in this world.
"To pull, or not to pull." She muttered to herself.
"Don't you dare." Emma's cheek pressed against hers as she came up and wrapped her arms around Regina's waist.
"What?"
"I like the grey hair."
"I thought you were asleep."
"I was, and then you got up without me." Emma wrapped her fingers around Regina's hand. "Leave it. If you start pulling them out one at a time you'll end up bald."
Regina raised an eyebrow, sceptically. "It's just one hair."
"And once one has appeared, more will follow. It's inevitable. So don't worry, just leave it."
"But it means I'm getting old." Regina huffed, letting go of the hair and deciding to remove it as soon as Emma was out of the bathroom. "I'm not ready to be old."
"Darling, you don't need to worry so much. You're gorgeous."
Regina turned around so that she was facing Emma,. "Looks don't last forever. This is just signalling the start of the downward spiral. If I had my magic…"
"Hey, you agreed…"
"I know." Regina sighed. "It's all your fault, you know."
"How? It's just an expression, that someone can turn your hair grey. Just because I nearly set the kitchen on fire…"
"You broke the curse." Regina explained. "So I'm aging again. If I still used magic it would be slowed down, but now I'll be just like everybody else."
"Good." Emma kissed her. "We can grow old together, compare wrinkles and liver spots."
Regina shivered in mock horror. "If you won't let me use magic, I'll have to look into this worlds alternative solutions. Like plastic surgery."
"Have you seen the horror stories when that goes wrong? Trust me, its not worth it."
Regina turned back to her reflection, as if searching for more faults. Feeling a little worried, Emma hugged her again.
"You know I love you, no matter what." She told her. "I didn't fall in love with you for your looks and I won't stop loving you just because you get older."
Regina smiled at her words. "I love you too."
"Now, do you want to come back to bed while we still have these smoking hot young bodies and …?"
"Emma!" Regina allowed herself to laugh and finally relax.
"That's better." Emma leant in and kissed the side of Regina's mouth, before following it up with a few more kissed trailing down her neck. "If you're going to get wrinkles, it's best that they come from laughing instead of frowning."
Regina groaned. "You're still going to be like this when we're both old and grey, aren't you?"
"I hope so. We'll just have to wait and find out together."
"Definitely together." Regina agreed, capturing her lips.
"I've been thinking…"
"Go on."
Emma looked a little nervous. "What if we tried something new, to spice up things in the bedroom?"
"You see? I knew it. As we get older you'll be less satisfied…"
"Woah, slow down. I didn't mean it like that."
"Then what…?"
"I was passing the store in town, you know the one with the empty window display so it won't traumatise the children, and I took a look inside…"
"The sex shop?" Regina sounded shocked that Emma had gone in.
"Not quite how I'd put it."
"That's why you have that thing hidden at the back of the drawer in our room?"
"You… er, you found that?" Emma blushed. "It was supposed to be a surprise."
"I was tidying up." Not snooping, Regina added silently, though she didn't really believe that anymore.
"So what do you think? Do you want to try it?"
"I don't know."
Regina didn't want to admit not knowing what it was. Other than using the other worlds version of handcuffs to restrain Graham once or twice, she had never found the need for sex 'props'.
"Maybe if I show you?" Emma suggested.
Emma seemed so eager; Regina felt she didn't have a choice. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to have a proper look."
"Great." Emma grabbed her hand and pulled her back into the bedroom.
She rummaged around until she found what she was looking for and pulled out the little box. Regina watched as she opened the box and Emma held it out to show her.
"So what does it do?"
"It's called a vibrator. You insert these little batteries and it, well... vibrates. The sensation is really amazing. Let me show you. Lie back on the bed."
Regina frowned.
"There's no need to be scared. Look, hold out your hand." Emma undid the end and checked the instructions to see which way she had to insert the batteries.
Once they were in, she pressed the little button and it began vibrating. Regina had raised her hand a little but kept it close to her. Gently Emma reached with her free hand and brought Regina closer. She ran the vibrator down her hand once and watched the reaction on Regina's face. The strange sensation caused her to jump, but Regina looked curious as Emma pulled it away. Emma moved the vibrator back against Regina's hand, this time slowly tracing a wriggly pattern over her palm.
"See." Emma bit her bottom lip as she waited for Regina to speak.
Regina nodded. "Okay. I'd like to try it."
AN: The prompt was "Emma has to explain a sex toy to Regina".