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Emma tossed a foil package in front of Regina, who barely blinked when it landed on the desk right where she was trying to focus on her work.
"How about a kale salad?"
"Like someone found another place than Granny's for take-out."
"I do like a grilled cheese but I know it gets to you."
"You eat like a child." The brunette mocked, amused by Emma's eating habits. She glanced at the younger woman's body and for a moment she got lost in her thought. How did this woman manage to stay so fit with such apatite?
"Hey," the blonde outburst, "there's nothing wrong with the way I eat."
"Perhaps not the way you eat, just what you eat."
"Oh yeah?" Emma struggled to open the bottle of the root beer. She was getting annoyed with the fact that the cap didn't some off, as easily she'd hoped. "Didn't hear you complain about what I ate yesterday."
"That's because you didn't have a grilled cheese yesterday, dear."
"I know," Emma grinned smugly. "What I had yesterday was far better than that."
Regina studied the younger woman's struggle with opening a bottle. "Is that a root beer?"
"Two," Emma held out the bottles, "I got you one, thought you could use a break."
"You want me to have a nice kale salad and swallow it down with a root beer?" The brunette stared at the younger woman with suspicious eyes.
"I'm sorry but they didn't have a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon to go."
"Kale would fit far better with Sauvignon Blanc, Emma. Besides, I don't daytime drink."
"I thought these bottles were twist-offs." Emma sighed frustratingly.
"Do I look like I can pry them off with my teeth?" Regina replied with a sigh, "I'm a queen, and a bit more refined."
Emma laughed at the statement, still struggling to open the bottle in her hands. She took a quick look at the brunette woman behind the desk, momentarily admiring her regal attire and forgot about the root beer as her mind was filled with images of Regina as the Evil Queen, wearing leather pants and that low cut dress showing off her assets. She caught herself and pushed those thoughts aside and let out a small, frustrated sound. "At this speed, there won't be root beer for either of us."
Regina had enough of the blonde's fruitless attempts and reached out her hand. "Give me that."
"No," the blonde stubbornly replied. She was holding the bottle in a death grip and was seconds away from giving up and just smash the bottle against the wall. But that would leave a mess and she knew Regina would kill her if she as much as spilled in the office.
"Give me a minute, I've got this."
The brunette snorted, amused by the ever-so-stubborn saviour. She held out a bottle-opener with a smug victorious smile spread across her lips. "You might need this."
"Oh you have got to be fu-" Emma bit her tongue noticing the brunette's reprimanding gaze. "I mean… Where did you get that?"
"From my desk," Regina answered coolly.
Emma almost snatched the bottle-opener from the mayor's hand and skilfully opened the two bottles.
"There," she said contently and handed one bottle to the brunette. "Enjoy your drink."
Regina took a long sip from the bottle, her eyes carefully watching the woman across the desk swallow the sweet liquid in big gulps.
"Miss Swan," she said suddenly, with such sharp tone that the blonde almost choke on her drink. "Did you bring any dessert?"
Emma looked confused. "Uh, no?"
"Fine," Regina rolled her eyes. She stood up and fixed the little crinkles on her skirt with her hands, and straightened her back. "I'll just have the same as I had yesterday."
"You want dessert now?"
The mayor walked around the desk so that she was eye to eye to the blonde, slowly swaying her hips as she closed the distance between the two of them. "Are you going to complain about how you won't get your grilled cheese today too? Because I thought you enjoyed yesterday's lunch."
Emma took a step closer to the brunette. "I would never complain. I like our lunches."
"Is that so?" Regina smirked and put her arms around the saviour, her saviour.
The blonde's hands fumbled up the mayor's body and sneaked around the slim body, closing the gap between them.
She grinned. Feeling the queen's breath so close to hers caused chills down her spine. She found the brunette intoxicating; she could drown right here on the spot, getting lost in those deep, dark eyes. "Do you know what I want for dessert?"
"Tell me, Miss Swan."
Like a moth to a flame, Emma's mouth was drawn to the mayor's, kissing her with passion. It was fiery and hot, like it was producing actual electricity. Her arms pulled them even closer, deepening the kiss. Their mouths crashed against each other in intense heat, tongues entangling, teeth nipping and there was a rush of heat running through Emma's body, going straight to her core. They broke free with heaving chests, trying to catch their breath. Emerald green eyes met dark brown lustful eyes, and Emma smirked.
"You."
Plot twist: Adam and Eddy use this in the episode. I do like reviews, fuels my writing.
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