Okay, so I speak a little French. Possibly the vocab of a 3 year old. But, I did try my best to make all of the words accurate. If there is something wrong, I apologize, and please tell me so that I can fix it!

Many things about Regina turned Emma on. But what she hadn't planned on was the other woman being able to speak fluent French. It made sense, since she was a queen and all, but still.

Emma walked to Regina's study to tell her that dinner was ready, when she heard the first bit.

"Elle est si ridicule," Regina growled, picking up a stack of papers. "Elle continue de changer d'avis sur chaque petite chose!"

Emma froze with her hand up to knock on the door. Since when could Regina just speak French like it was English? She had no idea what Regina was saying, but it sounded sexy.

"Å quoi je pensais?" Regina asked herself. "L'aider å ne jamais me trouver nulle part."

Emma pushed the door open farther, wincing when it creaked. Regina spun to face her. "How long have you been standing there?"

"How long have you spoken French?" Emma countered. "And why didn't you ever tell me?"

Regina shrugged. "I didn't think it was important. Besides, I only do it when I'm upset."

"You should be upset more often," Emma said, winking. Regina just laughed and stacked up her papers. "Why are you upset?"

"Because your mother is being ridiculous," Regina said. "I tried to explain to her that even though this is a magical town, I still have to pay for it and provide funding. She doesn't seem to understand that some things in this town need fixing more than she needs new desks."

Emma laughed. "That's my mother for you."

"Not to mention the fact that I finally told her what money she has, and she can't seem to make up her mind on what she wants to put it towards," Regina said through gritted teeth. "I need to send in these papers."

"You'll figure it out," Emma said gently, coming up behind Regina and wrapping her hands around Regina's waist.

Regina hummed in agreement. It was true. She could pull pretty much anything together at the last minute and make it seem perfect.

"So, back to my earlier question," Emma said. "How long have you been speaking French? Clearly quite some time since you're so fluent."

Regina nodded. "It was one of my classes. Mother insisted that ladies who spoke multiple languages were more sought after. I chose French."

"Why?" Emma asked.

"Because it's the language of love, and I was hoping that it would attract some French man who would sweep me off of my feet and get me away from my mother," Regina said, chuckling.

Emma rolled her eyes. "The real explanation?"

Regina laughed. "I don't know why I chose it, it was so long ago. But I think it had something to do with how graceful the language is and how it flows off of your tongue."

"Say something," Emma said.

Regina smirked. "Quelque chose."

"What was that?" Emma asked.

Regina smiled and laughed. "Something."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Come on. I'm serious. If I'm honest, the whole 'language of love' is working."

"Is it now?" Regina asked. Emma nodded. "Well in that case, je peux parler français toute la nuit."

Emma shuddered, as her pupils grew wider. French was definitely a turn on.

Regina smiled as she felt Emma's reaction. "Être un peu excité, ma chérie?"

"I don't know what you just said," Emma mumbled. "But I think you need to say it again with a little less clothes on."

Regina hummed in agreement. "Well then, I believe we need to head upstairs."

Emma nodded and grabbed her hand, dragging her to their bedroom. Regina smirked. She was going to have to be careful with her French speaking from now on. Or maybe not.