Prompt: Emma's reaction to evil cleavage once the dust settles and everyone is happily back in the Enchanted Forest
Emma was standing at the bottom of the grand staircase in the White Castle when someone descending said staircase caught her attention. Her eyes moved up from the sight of heeled boots, over the expanse of black fabric that fanned out around what she learned to be trim hips but cinched at the waist before moving up, stopping just short or covering deliciously smooth skin to be replaced by just enough expanse of glittering fabric to make the bodice decent while also making it clear by the v that dipped just a smidge too low that bras were not a issue.
"My eyes are are little farther north, darling," a silky smooth, almost as smooth as the exposed skin Emma was still staring at, voice said. Emma's eyes remained attached to said skin as the person she was looking at finished her descent down the stairs and stopped before the blonde, reaching out to grasp Emma's chin, "Up, darling," Regina said once more as she tilted Emma's head up, "and you have a bit of drool," she said wiping at Emma's chin.
Being able to do no more than nod, Emma did just that and then grinned, leaning in to kiss Regina. "I love this dress," she said as she pulled back.
Regina grinned, "Oh but darling, this one is very," she glanced down at herself, "lacking. You should see some of the others," she continued, "they're much more," she met Emma's eyes, "lifting."
The blonde gulped, "I'd like to see them," she said with a rapid nod of her head.
"You will, darling," Regina said, "you will."