Show Me Who You Are

"This is…" weird, creepy, disturbing, yet kinda hot, "different," Emma finished lamely as she stared around the room with big eyes, trying to soak it all in.

Regina stopped only briefly to glance behind her with a smirk. "Nice catch, dear."

Emma shrugged her shoulders, but didn't spare the woman even a look as her head kept looking from left to right, not sure what she had expected.

"You're the one who wanted to see, remember?" Regina said, and the way her voice sounded far away made Emma look over to find the woman fingering the material of a dark red dress almost fondly. It was clear she was lost in thought of another place, another time.

And yes, it was true. She had asked Regina to show her after seeing the woman's extravagant Halloween ensemble. All night she'd been unable to think of anything other than how Regina must have looked like when she lived in the Enchanted Forest. And as much as she loved the uptight mayoral look – and make no mistake, she really loved it – the idea of the woman's assets on proud display sent delicious, torturous shivers down her spine.

She could just imagine how boys and men alike stumbled over themselves when faced with that cleavage and those dark, sensuous and demanding eyes. They wouldn't know whether they trembled from fear or arousal.

In her not quite sober state she had then proceeded to ask Regina if she had kept any of her clothes from her Evil Queen days. The woman had naturally glared at her at the use of the title she despised and Emma had quickly, and only partially successful, managed to stumble herself to a correction of 'your days as supreme, almighty, hot ruler.' Or something close to that. Not quite sober may have been a little optimistic. But whatever.

Emma glanced around the room again. "When you said 'some' I didn't think you'd actually have a whole room dedicated to your time as, uh, Queen," she finished lamely, barely managing to catch herself. It's not that she actually thought of Regina as an Evil Queen. It's just that that was how most people referred to her and it was the easiest way to communicate that she meant who the woman had been 'over there.'

Regina Mills, the woman standing in front of her with hands on hips, pursed lips and raised eyebrows, was definitely not Evil. Sure, she was intimidating and infuriating and a lot of words generally not associated with positivity, but she definitely wouldn't kill anyone. Mostly. Unless it was absolutely necessary. No, Regina Mills was a woman with a complicated past who liked to show her claws, but rarely ever actually used them. Not that most people knew that of course, the woman had a reputation to uphold after all.

And Emma was fine with that. Because in their home, behind closed curtains, the woman was as soft as a kitten. Regina would probably maim her if she told anyone, but the woman was actually a closet softie and romantic.

More than one morning had been spent cuddled up in bed or on the couch. Emma had thought it would feel weird, considering neither of them was particularly used to such simple shows of affection, but it had felt oddly soothing.

It hadn't taken long for Emma to realize that the woman had a penchant for the feel of skin on skin. One time, just to see what would happen, Emma had spontaneously draped her naked body across Regina's so as much of their skin as possible was touching and the woman had actually, legitimately purred. Purred. And if the thought of something as simple as your skin making someone else that happy doesn't turn you on, well, then someone's missing out.

Emma had three orgasms that morning.

"Miss Swan." The amused drawl of the other woman drew her out of her happy musings and she blinked. When had Regina moved so close?

A hand found its way to her shoulder and fingers danced sensuously down her bare arms, goose-bumps rising in its trail, and Emma swallowed soundly.

"If I had known the effect it would have, I would have worn such a dress sooner." It took a moment for Emma to understand that the woman was referring to her Halloween get-up.

"It's not the dresses that affect me, it's you," Emma replied almost without a thought and she gave herself a mental pat on the shoulder for her suave as Regina smiled wide and took a step closer so they were almost nose to nose.

"Is that so?" she hummed, her voice dropping an octave and dripping with promises of pleasure. Emma's eyes fell to painted red lips automatically and her tongue wet dry lips as she nodded her confirmation.

"Thank you, dear." Regina leaned so close that Emma could feel her warm breath against her lips and knew she was about to get the air kissed right out of her lungs. She couldn't help but pout when instead the woman moved away. "So what's the verdict?"

Emma looked at Regina confused. "The dresses! What do you think?" Oh right, dresses. The ones she had been brought here to see because she asked. She'd totally forgotten about those. She gave Regina a look that stated clearly how disappointed she was that she hadn't been kissed before turning once again to look at the mannequins, studiously ignoring the woman's knowing smirk.

What did she think of them? Regina would expect her to actually say something sensible. The boobs on display she had imagined was definitely very much real on the dresses, that was for sure. "They're very…dressy." Regina raised her brows mockingly and Emma wanted to slap herself. So much for sounding intelligent. She deliberately avoided looking at the woman and studied the clothes a little more closely.

The dresses were all long and either really tight or frilly with what looked like layers of fabric.

"It's…a lot of fabric…" she continued a little awkwardly. "Not much focus on accessibility though."

Regina actually released a laugh at that and it was clear it was exactly the kind of thing she expected. Emma Swan wasn't entirely unknown for having her mind in her gutter. So of course she wouldn't care about the intricacy and beauty of the dresses if it impeded one of her favorite activities with the mayor.

"That's what magic is for, dear," Regina replied with a crooked smile as she moved closer so she could brush against the blonde. "Just a little flick of the wrist and it's all gone," she purred, delighting in the muffled gasp as she nuzzled Emma's neck. "Should I put one on?"

Emma breathed deeply for a moment before glancing at her lover a little sheepishly. "Maybe later? I'd really rather you remove the layers we're wearing right now than put more on."

Regina's grin was positively wicked. "As you wish, dear," she replied, waving her hand almost lazily and engulfing them both in purple mist.