Disclaimer: I don't own OUAT. If I did, Regina and Emma would be getting it on like Donkey Kong.

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Regina wasn't sure what made her wake up at what could only be described as too damn early. It could possibly have been the absence of her bed-mate, Emma Swan. It could have been the minute sounds of something, or someone, making noises in the kitchen. Not that the mayor had super hearing, mind you, but her bedroom door was mysteriously open whereas it had earlier been closed. These small happenstances led Regina to believe that it was Emma downstairs, in the kitchen.

The mayor threw on a silk robe and quietly crept downstairs to investigate.

The sight that awaited her was one that made her blood boil. There, on her kitchen island was one Ms. Emma Swan. Spoon in one hand. Regina's secret Nutella jar held in the other. Open. Her nose flared in anger as she saw Emma's spoon plunge into the depths of the jar and scoop out a fairly gargantugan spoonful. The blonde licked her lips in anticipation and placed the delicious spread into her mouth, humming with pleasure.

Regina only gritted her teeth in anger. She might have shared her son with the blonde, but there was only so much sharing that Regina would do. And her Nutella was not on the list.

The brunette then had to hold a cry of disbelief as the blonde took the spoon out of her mouth, remnants of the last mouthful noticably still on the metal, and plunged it back into the jar, drawing out another large spoonful.

Regina couldn't believe it. Emma Swan had eaten from her secret jar of Nutella. And not only did she just eat one spoonful, no, the Sheriff actually had the audacity to DOUBLE-DIP into HER jar of Nutella. There would be consequences. Regina swore it.

She crept back to bed, her anger at the defilement of her sacred jar seething in her belly. The mayor drifted off to sleep, plans of revenge floating around in her head.

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Regina parked her car in the driveway of her home. Clutching the steering wheel in anticipation She'd just dropped Henry off at a friend's house for a sleepover so it was just her and the Nutella stealing thief of a Sheriff for the night. The mayor grinned like the cat who caught the proverbial canary. Tonight she would teach Emma a lesson. Tonight she would have her revenge. Tonight there would be torture. Sexy torture.

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Sorry for ending it here! But I'm not the best at writing smut and this was more of a humor piece instead! I hope you enjoyed!