Author's Note: I am going to be posting this collection of ficlets which were all written from prompts on Tumblr. I will put the prompt as a note at the beginning of each one and any other warnings or notes that are relevant.

Prompt: Swan Queen with some apple pie


Emma looks up when she hears the click of high heels on the floor that signifies Regina has entered her office. She tells herself that she knows it's Regina because the woman is here so often, and for no other reason.

When she takes in the mayor, starting at the feet and working up, she sees that the woman is holding out an apple pie. Emma's face scrunches as she looks at it.

"Good afternoon, Sheriff Swan." Regina is all pageant smiles and pleasantries.

"Good afternoon, Madam Mayor. What can I do for you today?" Emma asks suspiciously.

"Despite your best efforts," Regina flashes her teeth and Emma has a moment of fear that she'll actually go for her jugular, "my apple tree is still producing apples as bountifully as ever. Since I had to find use for them all, I thought I would bring you a pie." She holds it out to Emma. "Consider it a peace offering."

Emma takes the pie and handles it with all the care of an atomic bomb. She plans to throw the thing in the trash as soon as Regina's gone. It's probably poisoned, after all. "Thanks." She says weakly.

Regina turns as though to leave and Emma knows she should just let her go, but her eyes are stuck on the apple pie that she's just accepted - the second time Regina has given her something with apples. And Emma's done her research - because really, it kind of seems like Regina is obsessed with them and Emma refuses to believe it's because she's actually The Evil Queen, so she wanted to know why else Regina might have such a fetish for them - and that sets off a whole other bout of thoughts that she needs to get out of her head and quickly - so she's got a tidbit of information that she's stored away in the back of her mind.

"Did you know, Madam Mayor," And Regina turns at Emma's voice, watching her from the doorway as Emma leans back with a smirk slowly forming, "that in ancient Greece, throwing an apple to a woman was considered a marriage proposal?"

Confusion flickers across Regina's face for a moment. "I'll keep that information for the next time I'm on Jeopardy."

Emma still just smirks. "I'm just wondering what giving a woman an apple pie would've been considered. I mean, you did already give me an apple, after all."

Regina's eyes widen just the slightest bit. It's all the encouragement that Emma needs to keep going.

"I mean, after all, an apple pie…" she slides it closer to her on the desk, "it's so hot."

Regina looks like she wants to leave, but her body is betraying her, because her feet aren't moving.

Emma runs her finger over the crust of the pie. "And inside, it's just so deliciously moist," she uses her fingernail to break the crust and slides her finger down into the pie, "and those juices." She pulls her finger out, slowly, and based on the look on Regina's face, she decides to chance the poison. It'll be so worth it.

She sticks her finger into her mouth and sucks, swirling her tongue purposely around the digit before allowing it to be released. "And oh, so sweet."

Emma watches as Regina swallows hard. She fights to keep the smile off her face as she moves her finger back toward the pie. "What do you think, Madam Mayor?" Regina's eyes are like lasers, burning into Emma's finger as it slides back into the pie, this time curling a bit. "What does giving a woman an apple pie say?"

Regina couldn't answer even if her brain was functioning, her mouth is so dry.

Emma pulls her finger back out. "Cat got your tongue?" She husks, her own tongue coming out to clean off her finger.

Before Regina can answer, Emma's phone goes off. She picks it up, her finger already back in the pie. "Sheriff Swan." She pulls it back out and pops it into her mouth. She sucks it off once again before answering the voice on the line. "Sure Ruby, I'll go check it out right now."

Then she stands up, slipping her phone back into the holder on her belt before picking up the apple pie. She moves closer to Regina, who is still planted in the same spot, unmoving.

"Well, if you ever figure it out," she smiles, placing the apple pie back in Regina's (slightly trembling and oh yeah, Emma's proud of that) hands, "you know where to find me."

She offers her a little wink and then saunters out of the office. Regina can only stare at the hole in the center of the pie.