Author's Note: I do not own Once Upon A Time or its characters. Just a fan.
Regina opened the door to let Emma in for another magic lesson. As the young sheriff walked past her, Regina couldn't help but catch the scent of her shampoo. She actually closed her eyes as she shut the door, trying to concentrate on the smell.
Ever since she had been working in such close proximity to Emma, she had begun to notice the scent this particular hair product and she wanted to know what it was.
She put Emma to work on some transforming spell, keeping close watch – at least she told herself that was why she was staying behind her student.
She had already ruled out it being any kind of flower. It didn't have a perfume quality to it either. It was a heavier scent, yet whenever Regina caught a whiff she couldn't help but think of a nice breeze and the sun shining down on her.
Regina had no doubt it was some cheap brand from the supermarket. The other woman had not sense of style or sophistication.
The lesson went on and when it was time for Emma to leave Regina tried not to breathe too deeply less the sheriff notice. But as she left, Regina lingered in the doorway to capture one last inhale of it.
This went on for another week, each day Emma came over and each day Regina found herself unable to concentrate even more. At this point she was wiling to admit she was obsessing.
Finally unable to take it any longer, knowing Emma was out for the evening – as the infuriating woman had mentioned she was meeting with that helpless pirate – Regina transported herself into Emma's place. She went to the bathroom to just take a quick look. She found the shampoo easy enough flipped it open and breathed it in. That's it her mind told her –that was the smell.
"You know as sheriff the town does pay me to notice things,"
Regina turned to see Emma leaning in the doorway.
"I …"
"You could have just asked," Emma said smiling and coming closer. She took the shampoo bottle from her and studied it. "Being from the Enchanted Forest and Maine, I don't suppose you have had much contact with coconuts."
Regina was still stunned silent and merely shook her head no.
"I love the smell of them. It makes you think of lying on the beach, the sun warming every inch of you until you feel compelled to dip your body in the water."
The vision of Emma doing that entered her Regina's mind.
"You know I also have this coconut scent in massage oil," Emma said not waiting for a reaction from the overloaded mayor and merely pulling her by the hand into her bedroom.