Summary: Swan Queen. Series of color-related drabbles from Emma's POV. Probably rated M for swearing and extremely suggestive adult themes/content.
Spoilers: The entire first Season.
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Red
Her tongue darts out, the tip of it passing over full blood-red lips, and that's maybe when you first know you are attracted to her. Or, at least, when you finally admit that the bodily response you experience every time she's near is something more akin to arousal and not hatred. And Jesus Christ, all the Mayor was doing was licking leftover apple cobbler from her lips after the spoon passed through them and it should NOT make you want to dive across the diner and rip that suit right off of her in front of the entire town and your ten-year-old son. But it's apple cobbler made specifically with the crisp red apples from the large apple tree in her spacious mansion yard. The same one you took a chainsaw to not too long ago. You'd set the whole fucking tree on fire if it elicited another irate response. You're shit-sure that angry sex with Regina would be the best sex you'd ever have in your whole miserable life. You spend entirely too much of your day as it is thinking about the angry red welts you could leave all over her beautiful olive skin in places that could be seen and unseen by the public at large. You can't meet her gaze when she notices you staring and looks at you with an eyebrow raised because you're too busy wondering whether that red lipstick would transfer to your own teeth when you bite into her plump bottom lip. You suddenly wonder if she's a screamer. And maybe she's wondering the same thing about you because there's a deep blush rising on the same skin you'd lick every inch of if she'd let you. You do notice when she winks at you though and now all you can think about is how to get that knowing smirk off her face and make her see red again.
