Description: Pre-curse, 1x20. The events of the night change for the couple when Regina blindfolds David, tantalizing him with her scrumptious treat.
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Regina had always been known for her famous apple pies. Ever since she was a child, she had grown the blood red apples herself. There was something about them that made anyone who'd tasted them crave another bite. Their tongues would flick over the fork again and again, the spicy cinnamon and apple combination tingling their taste buds. It was intoxicating.
The Mayor had pulled the delicious baked dessert from the oven, placing it on a cooling rack to cool. She had invited David over for dinner, won him over with lasagna, and now topping the night all off with her apple pie.
She walked out into the dining room where David was sitting and he turned around when she approaching him with clicking heels. "It smells good already," David said with a smile.
Regina mirrored it, adjusting her hands behind her back, concealing something from his view. "What's that?" he asked, gesturing to whatever she was hiding. Regina displayed her renowned smirk, laughing softly.
"They say that it is more enjoyable to taste when one is not looking," she teased, pulling out a blindfold from behind her. David's eyes went wide and he laughed, taking it from her outstretched hand. "Well, okay, if you says so," he said with a chuckle.
She brought over the pie and placed it in front of him, smiling when he breathed in heavily at the enticing aroma. David picked up the red cloth to wrap around his head, but Regina stopped him, her hand on his. "Allow me, dear," she insisted, taking the blindfold from his hand and rounded him, covering it over his eyes.
"Is this too tight?" she asked as she tied it. Her hands lingered over his dusty blonde hair and neck when he said, "no, it's good."
Regina cut a piece of the pie, a small line of steam drifting off of it as she did so. She placed it onto one of her finest plates, piercing it with a fork to gather the gooey sauce, crust, and plethora of apples.
She blew on the fork softly, cooling it down a bit. David turned towards her subconsciously, following the sweet smell of the dessert. She smirked slightly, intently regarding him as he sat their in his plaid shirt, his tan skin, and blue eyes that she was sure were just as blue if she could see them.
"Open," she said deeply, honey rolling off her tempting tongue. David obliged, opening his mouth to receive the delicious piece of apple pie.
Regina's hand rested limply on his chin to steady him, bringing the fork to his lips. "Close," she said breathlessly; and he did, tasting his first-ever Regina Mill's famous apple pie. She drew back the fork slowly from his lips, gleaming from ear to ear when she heard him hum, a sign that he enjoyed it.
"This has to be," he started, swallowing, "the best apple pie I have ever had. And you're right, I can't imagine it being any better than this without the blindfold on." Regina let out a cackle at this, amused that David was being so complimenting that night. "You already said that about my lasagna, dear.
"Would you like some whipped cream?" she asked, already walking towards the kitchen. He said yes, and she came back with a can of it, shaking it in time with her heels.
David licked his lips at the sound of her spraying the whipped cream on top of the pie. She picked up another piece with a hefty load of fluffy cream, "open, dear."
He accepted the next bite of pie, closing his mouth around the treat. He chewed happily and Regina couldn't help but notice the small smudge of whipped cream on the corner of his mouth. "Uh, you have some on the side of your mouth, dear," she said with a low giggle.
"I can't see!" David complained, "can you get it for me?" Regina picked up one of the napkins from the table, but stopped in her stance. She looked back at him, biting her lip. She had been rejected many times before, so what could hurt this time if she pecked him on the corner of his mouth?
They were both friends, each trying to figure out their problems. Perhaps it could solve something, whatever it may be. "Of course," she breathed finally, her breath hitching in her throat. She leaned over him, placing her hands on the armrests.
Her tongue peeked out from behind her plump parted lips and slowly moved its way over his skin, lapping up the whipped cream. David flinched at her sudden action, moving to take the blindfold off. Regina quickly batted away his hand and fully closed her mouth around his.
David found air again when her lips left his own, finally being able to push the blindfold from his eyes, seeing the Mayor biting her lip, clad in a bold navy blue dress. She was striking, really. Gorgeous.
"I'm sorry," she muttered, throwing a hand to her temple, shaking her head. What was she thinking? Kissing a man who was married to her worst enemy? "No, Regina, it's-"
"No, David, please. I don't know what got into me . . ." her words drifted off her tongue, getting lost in an empty thought.
David hesitantly took her hands in his, looking up to her from where he was sitting. "It's okay, I promise." He stood up, assuring her that all was forgiven. Her eyes found her way to his, and David could see how embarrassed she felt, how broken she was.
Regina knew this would happen, she knew it. Her plans for anything never really worked out in the end, anyway. "Would you like to take the pie home, or-"
"No. I think it's your turn."
Regina was taken aback, a quizzical look spreading over her features. "My turn?" David spun her around and sat her down where he was sitting, pulling out the blindfold. Regina raised her eyebrows but agreed, taking the cloth from his hand and tying it around her head.
The fork dug in to the pie, fishing out a piece of it. David brought it to her lips, "open." Regina stopped for a moment, not sure where this was going. After a second, she opened her mouth, greeting what was to come. But instead, David placed the fork back down on the plate and grabbed her face with to hands, crashing his lips to hers.
Regina gasped, melting into him. She tasted the sweet cinnamon and apples on his tongue, savoring it. Her tongue flicked over his bottom lip, begging for entrance. The kiss deepened then when Regina found dominance over him, pushing up against his form, rolling his lip between her teeth.
David groaned into her, wondering what made him kiss her so suddenly. Though the random impulse escalated as David found his way to her neck, nipping and kissing it tenderly. Regina tilted her head back, the blindfold still tightly knotted behind her head. She managed to take it off, though, leaving his touch for a moment to do so.
It dangled between her fingers as he kissed her swiftly again. David went to take it from her, but her grip stayed firm on it. She felt his brow furrow and she pulled away. "I never said we were done, David," she purred, tying it over his eyes once more.
He laughed, grabbing her by the waist. Regina leaned over to the side, picking up a dollop of the cream in her finger and brought it to his lips. She kissed her way up to his jawline before whispering.
"Open."
He did almost instantly, accepting her finger coated in the sweet cream. David licked and sucked on it tenderly, a moan emitting from Regina's lips that could not be repressed. He released her finger with a "pop" and Regina lifted the cloth just above his piercing blue eyes to see him.
"You're right," he said, holding her waist tighter, "things do taste better with your eyes closed."