Oh, Regina was so hot when she was acting like an overly cute huffy little grumpy scrunchy chipmunk…
Emma couldn't wait to tell Regina that Hook had inadvertently poisoned her with a stale sleeping curse and now she was…she was….horny for the maker of the curse? Did magic poison things even have an expiration date?
At least this didn't happen when Henry ate the damned thing.
Emma grimaced at the thought. She was fully aware that these heightened lustful thoughts were coming on strong and frequent to be her natural response to the other woman. She was attracted to Regina and truly did fantasize about her quite a bit, but usually she could control herself.
As she pulled up to Regina's house, a fleeting moment of worry overrode the image of Regina in black lace stockings, high heels, and a corset. What if she couldn't control herself around the object of her desire at all? This was about to get embarrassing for her.
Still, Emma knew she was a brave and fearless princess knight and she'd faced and won over all manner of evil: including hypothermia. She'd be able to handle a sour sleeping curse without faltering.
And she'd have Regina…Regina helping her… kissing her… mmm….
No, no, no…she tried to banish the newest fantastic thought of covering Regina in whipped cream and dusting her with cinnamon before licking her entire body clean.
Emma steeled herself and dug deep within. She hoped she didn't look as hot and flushed as she felt. She cleared her throat and walked up to the door all while taking deep calming breaths to maintain her composure.
She rang the bell and pushed down the anticipation that Regina may answer wearing nothing but a fur coat. Emma paced nervously back and forth on the porch willing her arousal to subside. She licked her lips when she heard the click of heels coming up to the door. Regina looked out the side panel and glared at Emma, but she couldn't help but feel like her whole body lit up like a match stick at the first glimpse of Regina.
Aww, beautiful majestic magical sexy bootylicious Regina….
"Emma, did we have an appointment?" Regina swung open the door and stood aside, ushering her inside. Emma lurched and stumbled by forcing herself to keep walking.
"Hey…um….Hi….oh…Regina!" Emma stuttered and smiled, grinning and glossy eyed. She reached forward and pulled Regina into a tight life-affirming hug, lifting Regina clean off the ground. Emma inhaled the scent of her hair, and her mouth watered in sheer delight. "Regina, Regina, so pretty…"
"It's nice to see you too," Regina responded with confusion. Emma was never so touchy feely with her, although the only person she ever seemed to share hugs with was Henry, it was sort of different and truly nice to be fawned over. "Did I miss an episodic event of mortal danger that would warrant this display of affection?"
"Ssshhh," Emma pushed her finger to Regina's lips and shook her head.
Regina raised her eyebrows and stared back at Emma with a look of disbelief. "Excuse me did you just shush me, Emma?"
"So here's the thing, I'm going to kiss you now and it's going to be awesome, okay?" Emma batted her eyelashes staring at Regina's lips as she brushed the pad of her thumb back and forth across her bottom one.
"What?" Regina looked pained for a minute, like she was frozen in panic as Emma closed her eyes and pulled her close and replaced her thumb with her lips. It was a dry light kiss, just lips on lips, but it was not lacking in passion. Regina's skin was heating, tingles were shooting down her spine and her mind was shouting at her that this was oh so right and oh so good, and oh so Emma….it was awesome, just as Emma had proclaimed.
Then Regina registered somewhere deep in lust addled and fogged up mind that Emma had pushed her up against the door and was trying to take things to another level entirely and just as quickly as her nimble fingers were able to.
She heard Emma whisper, "I want to fuck you so hard."
The sound of her arousal graveled voice made Regina shiver violently and then blink and lick her lips in a new panic. She pushed Emma back firmly by the shoulders and tried to get a handle on the events that were happening before things went too far.
"Emma, we need to talk," Regina shook her head and tried to clear it. It was almost painful to push Emma away as she wanted her just as badly, but this was so sudden and she needed to make sure Emma really meant it before anything life altering happened. "Look at me."
Emma mumbled something and her eyes rolled back in her head, she was drooling a bit and reaching for Regina like a horny zombie who just kept coming at her. Regina swatted away Emma's hands as she tried to wrap around her waist and turned her head to avoid her sloppily placed kisses.
"Emma! What the hell is wrong with you?"
The reality of the situation dawned on Regina when she grabbed Emma by the chin and squeezed to hold her head squarely in place. Regina inspected Emma's glassy eyes; she was clearly not in control of her faculties. Which meant that magic was responsible for this, but what had happened and why was Regina the object of Emma's affections?
"Emma, can you speak?" Regina slapped her face lightly trying to get her attention.
"Boobs," Emma replied wearily. She lifted her hands in front of her making a honking motion before giggling at her profoundness. In Regina's estimation the spell had reduced Emma to a blathering sex crazed bimbo.
"Don't worry, dear. I'm going to fix this and find out who did this to you," Regina promised taking Emma by the arm and deftly prying the blonde's sneaky hand off of Regina's left ass cheek. "I'm taking you to your parents to figure this out. Just looking at those two idiots should put a damper on your libido."
"No, Regina lets go to bed, I want to touch you all over with my mouth," Emma begged and pleaded like she was throwing a tantrum. Regina was steadfast, although the impulse to see where Emma was going with this was strong. "I want to watch you have oodles of orgasms!"