Note: I do not own any rights to the Once Upon A Time series/characters/etc. Same A/N applies to all chapters in this little festive series. These are all shorts, one shots. If I get enough inspiration some might end up longer than others.
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This chapter has a slew of character mentions as well as GoldenQueen, Emma, Killian.
Rated T for innuendos, implied sex.
Regina could feel magic run through her limbs like an electrical current. Rippling, swirling and collecting at her fingertips. With the coming holiday, magic had begun to build as if it were feeding off of All Hallows' Eve. This would have been a perfect time to cast a curse, but currently she was using her magic for much more festive things.
"A little higher." Emma instructed. "And a smidge to the left."
Regina knew the savior could very well do the same thing, but with the coming holiday dark magic had duplicated while light magic simmered and dwindled. Her dark hues watched as her magic maneuvered the banner to the perfect spot before nails magically hammered into the wood that would hold the banner to Emma's booth. "Thanks." Regina shot in the direction of Gold who stood there with a smirk along his devilish lips.
"My pleasure."
"Emma's keychains, really? With little drawn chains on the banner? I would have expected a bit more from the savior." She teased the blonde who gave her a scowl in return.
"I like keychains. And well, chains. So why not."
"You could have done anything. I mean come on. The dwarfs are selling their coal art in festive frames. The fairies are selling purple pumpkins. August has his wood carvings of literally everything festive. You could have dressed up as a princess and sold glass slippers since Ella isn't here."
"Zelena is giving broom flying lessons. You could have done better, Emma." Gold agreed.
"Get off my back. Killian's doing the whole haunted ship thing. I'm only going to have the booth open for literally an hour before I go help him with that."
"So you're mooching off of his idea?"
"My keychains are festive." Emma huffed which received a loud cackle from the brunette who gave her a playful nudge.
"I'm just trying to give you a hard time. Keychains are just as good as everything else. Plus mine is just a kissing booth."
"That's it?"
"Kiss the Queen. Only my kiss comes with this little bit of magic I coat my lips in so people get a surprise each time. No one kiss has the same effect. And they get a free apple."
"Oh, no apple bobbing this year?" Gold quipped with a smirk, turning to face the brunette.
"Is that jealousy in your voice?"
"Not an ounce. Have fun kissing the whole of storybrooke."
"I will."
"Emma, love, come here. I need your help with..." Killian glanced around, then lowered his voice an octave. "..burying my treasure."
"Nice. That's almost as good as when you needed help hoisting the sails." Emma shook her head, but followed Hook regardless.
"At least someone is jollying someone's Rodger." Regina huffed, turning on her heals to go to stand behind the booth in which she had set up. It was decked out in black and red. Colors she thought to befit the holiday. With the flick of her wrist, her mayoral attire quickly changed to that of the Evil Queen. Gold and Black, a snug fit on her frame. But she had wanted red. Why..."Gold." Her eyes shot to the man standing in front of the booth now, wrist in the air.
"I think we should change the secondary color. You've worn it many times before, why not now?" Another flick of his wrist and her booth adorned their colors. Black andGold, shimmering in the fading sunlight.
Before she could shoot some sort of innuendo his way, a gust of wind cut through the moment, shadows dancing along everything below as Maleficent soared above the fair grounds in dragon form. Regina's eyes shot to the scaled creature, mouth open in pure awe of her. The form, the muscle that pulled and tugged as her wings flapped along an invisible current. "Stunning. I wish I didn't have a booth so I could go on the dragon ride..again and again."
"But you do." Gold spat out. "And since you do.." Long fingers wrapped along one of her juicy reddened apples before bringing it to his mouth to take out a chunk. The sight itself causing Regina's mouth to go dry at knowing how the juices were currently wetting his taste buds. "...I think I'll have a kiss... please."
"Please doesn't work anymore. Remember?" She cocked a brow, her lips in a playful pout as she spoke.
"I think...the price was two tickets." He threw them onto the booth and leaned in, lips pulling into a smile as he waited.
To say she didn't like the way he took charge of the situation, would be a lie. The form fitting dress speckled in gold sent a familiar chill down her spine. But as she leaned forward, pressing her lips softly against his, another familiar feeling tugged low in her belly. He deepened the kiss, using his lips to part hers as his tongue slid past them and against her own. Now she could taste the lingering sweetness of the apple.
He pulled back a little too quickly, turning on his heel and walking towards August's wood display. Regina's lips felt cold in the absence of his mouth, the skin tingling. She hadn't coated her lips with magic yet — why were they tingling? Before she could give it more thought, Archie walked up to the booth and placed two tickets onto the surface before leaning in.
Regina took the tickets, placing them in a compartment that couldn't be seen by the patrons. Then flicking her wrist, her lips were coated. Once her lips touched Archie's, the image in her mind matched the one in front of her. It wasn't Archie now, it was Gold. Soft and warm and inviting, she opened her mouth and danced her tongue along his lips before he pulled away. The image shaking like being jolted from a dream before the man in front of her booth returned to the original patron that had been there before their lips met. Hopper.
"Gold!" Regina all but growled out into the chill of the coming night. Now for the rest of the day, she would be kissing him no matter who appeared at her booth. That malevolent imp. The blazing urge to flay him alive boiled within her like an awaiting volcano. But the flame that surged to life low in her belly wanted to do something far more sinister to him later tonight when she could get him alone. Oh she would enjoy that. Yes she would enjoy it very much.
