A/N: Hey guuuys! Turns out that I had some ideas and decided give them a shot. I hope you like it. Remembering that English is not my first language. Sorry about the mistakes. ;D
Enjoy it!
"Hey, is that too spicy for you?" Regina held a spoon full of sauce in front of Emma's mouth. The blonde let the other woman fed her, wondering how they suddenly looked like a fifty's couple.
"No. It's perfect. How do you do that?"
"Aw. It's easy. Just some herbs, pepper… Pot." The brunette shrugged then licked the sauce from her fingers.
"Was that a joke? Madam Mayor just made a joke?!" The Sheriff chuckled then poked the brunette on the ribs.
"I can be fun, dear."
A roll from green eyes contest the statement and a annoyed puff came out from red lips.
"Henry is lucky, ya'know?"
"And why is that?"
"He eats your food every day." A genuine smiled painted on pink lips right before pale hands finished the salad. "I'm done here. What else can I do?"
"Now we just wait. It will be ready in 20 minutes."
"Good." Sat at the kitchen island, the blonde played with a golden curl like a cat do with a wool ball. "So… What do we do now?"
We could make out and you could be my little bitch. Wink. Wink.
"If you don't mind, I'll go get a shower. You can watch TV if you want to."
Can I come with you?
"Yeah, sure. Go ahead. I'll be okay."
The older woman headed up to the bathroom as Emma walked in the living room, sat on the comfortable black leather couch and reached for the remote, zapping threw the channels until she found a movie.
What's the deal with black leather, anyway?
"What are we watching?" Regina sat on the other end of the couch a few minutes later.
"Geez, woman! What are you? A cat?"
The brunette just chuckled, running a hand through her dark silk locks.
"Sorry, dear. I didn't mean to scare you. So, what's this?"
"Imagine me and you."
"Oh. Is that good?"
"A lesbian romance. It's pretty cute, actually."
"Oh… I didn't know you were into that, Sheriff."
"I… I'm not. We can watch something else. And is not like that. There are only two kiss scenes and is nothing shocking."
Why am I being so defensive? It's just a movie!
"Ok. Let's watch it."
"Seriously? What about dinner?" Emma's eyebrows rose to her hairline when Regina shrugged in response.
"I don't see any problem eating here, if you promise not spill anything on my couch. Or my carpet. Or my coffee-table. Or –"
"I got it. No messing with your furniture." Emma followed the older woman to the kitchen with hands up in redemption.
They ate in silence watching the twists of Rachel and Luce's story and Emma thought how much she loved sharing this moment with Regina: watching one of her favorite movies, enjoying a fantastic meal and spending some friendly time with the mother of her son. She could get used to this…
And there was the kiss scene. Emma spied the Mayor's reaction, curious about how the woman would behave at the sight of two women kissing. The blonde found very surprising (and almost disappointed) that there was no reaction at all.
The Sheriff turned her attention back to the screen imagining if Regina's kisses would be something hot like that.
Probably hotter.
She looked at the woman again, biting her bottom lip. The brunette was wearing a grey silk nightgown that ended half-thigh and a cream silk robe over it. The light fabric adjusted perfectly to the curves of her body and Emma could see the cleavage and those toned legs.
The lack of make-up made the woman look naturally beautiful.
And sexy as hell.
"I'm starting to think that you have sexual desires about me, Miss Swan." Regina's voice was amused and in low tone. "Because is the third time today I catch you staring at my body. Be careful. You are starting drool."
Emma cleared her throat, assuming a playful attitude.
"Wouldn't you just like that, Madam Mayor?"
"Yes, of course. Because I find very attractive seeing someone drooling. It's endearing."
"I was talking about the sexual thoughts, but ok. I don't judge."
"So you were having them, were you?" A perfect eyebrow rose in a mocking way.
"It's a little bit harder not to, when you choose not wearing a bra today." The blonde murmured, cheeks getting red.
Regina chuckled shifting on her seat. The robe slid down her shoulders a bit, exposing olive flesh.
"Tell me, Sheriff. Do you like what you see?"
Emma's jaw nearly dropped in surprise. Was the Mayor flirting with her? She tried staying cool.
Two can play this game.
"I can't complain about it. It's pretty pleasant to the eyes."
"I have to say it isn't fair that you saw my body in such way and I hadn't had the same opportunity about you, dear."
Maybe not.
"Come here."
Emma hesitated, glancing at the TV before getting closer to the other woman on the couch.
"Give me your hand."
"For what?"
"To put inside my panties."
"WHAT?!"
"Have you ever heard about sarcasm?" Regina rolled her eyes, offering her hand. "Just give me your hand, will you?"
What now?
The brunette held her hand, focusing back at the movie. Emma wasn't sure about what was going on, but followed the lead and tried watching it.
Man! She got really soft hands!
Regina started rubbing her thumb on the Sheriff's palm and the younger woman stiffed.
"Regina?" she whispered.
"Hm?" The answer was lazy, like she wasn't paying attention.
"What are you doing?" The panic was evident on Emma's voice.
"Trying to find out if those lovely ladies will end up together."
At this point, Emma didn't know if the Mayor was talking about the movie or about them anymore. The feather-touch of the brunette's hand was giving the blonde the feel of little shock-waves running across her skin, from her hand to her stomach and then between her legs.
The Mayor rested Emma's hand on her bare knee.
Oh god! Was she serious about the panties!?
Regina moved her knee at the Sheriff's direction, slightly spreading her legs apart. Without thinking, the blonde slid her hand over the smooth thigh, never daring to look at the woman next to her.
The barely audible moan was enough to Emma keep going with her hand.
Oh god… This is happening. This is fucking happening!
Turning to face the woman, the Sheriff saw that Regina had closed her eyes and was fighting to control her breathing. Emma squeezed the thigh, nails sinking on olive skin as the brunette moaned louder.
The blonde leaned over Regina, brushing her lips against the Mayor earlobe. She pulled the leg she was holding, laying the woman on the couch under her with her legs wide apart.
They crushed their mouths together in a hungry kiss. Slim fingers ran through blond curls, bringing the strong body closer. Their tongues danced together, fighting for control.
Emma moved her hands to that hot spot and gasped when found out that, indeed, the Mayor wasn't wearing underwear.
"No panties? Naughty."
"I was going to sleep, dear."
"Wow! Madam Mayor sleeps without lingerie? That's hot!"
"Stop talking and do your job, Sheriff."
"And what job is that?"
"Fuck me."
Emma almost came just with those words. Regina pulled her into a kiss again, thrusting her hips against the pale hand cupping her sex.
"Mom! I'm home!"
The Mayor pushed the Savior away so hard that Emma fell off the couch with a loud thud.
"Shit!"
"Mom? Everything ok?" Henry walked in the living room with concern written all over his face. When she caught the sight of Emma sat on the floor and his brunette mother in a creasy gown sat on the couch, both women with messy hair and fighting to control her breaths, his expression slowly changed to puzzled then to understanding.
"What are you guys doing?"
"Hey, kid. Ahn… We were –"
"Never mind. I think I just don't wanna know. I'll just go to my room and pretend you weren't making out on the couch."
"Henry!"
"Night mom. Night, Ma. Don't do anything I wouldn't. Or do it. None of my business. Just keep it quiet, please. I don't need to hear it. Thanks. Bye."
It was just when they heard the click of Henry's bedroom door closing that they were able to react.
"I… I should go."
"Yes. I think that would be wise."
"Goodnight, Regina."
"Night, Emma."
"See you tomorrow?"
Regina locked gazes with Emma, sinking in perfect green orbs.
"I'll call you, Sheriff."
"Right. Bye."
Emma walked her way on the hot night air on Main Street, an insistent thought running through her head.
We didn't have ice-cream.