Emma grinned as Ruby brought in dessert – a chocolate fondue pot. She had found it slightly odd that her friend was serving her to begin with, but Ruby had assured her that she didn't mind. She was working that night, so bringing through a few extra plates was hardly difficult , she had assured the blonde.
"I wasn't sure what you'd like for dessert, but I figured I couldn't go wrong with chocolate," smiled Regina as she lit the small candle below the chocolate pot of the fondue.
Emma let her gaze travel over the assortment of small dishes that accompanied the chocolate. All different sweets and fruits and even tiny brownies. "Are you kidding? You hit the jackpot of all desserts."
The brunette grinned. "I'm glad. So I scored three out of three?" She had been nervous about designing a menu and not allowing Emma to choose, but she had wanted something a little nicer than Grannies usual fare, and didn't have the time to prepare a choice of dishes. It had turned out she had nothing to worry about, as the blonde had wholeheartedly devoured her starter of prawn crostini, and had practically inhaled her stuffed chicken burger, only pausing to compliment Regina's recipes when she had discovered the brunette had arranged with Granny herself to prep and cook the recipes, with the older woman only adding the finishing touches.
"You scored, like, a hundred out of a hundred!" exclaimed Emma.
"I'm glad," smiled Regina, reaching across the table to take the blonde's hand. "So not nervous anymore?"
Emma shook her head, her curls bouncing. "Just happy to be here. To get to just be with you and not have to worry about anything or anyone else." She leant across the table to press a gentle kiss to painted lips.
"As much as I'd like you to continue doing that, your hair is almost in the chocolate," smirked Regina as she gently moved Emma's curls out of harm's way.
The blonde sat back down with a chuckle. "I had to end up with something on me. I'm amazed I got this far with a clean shirt."
"A very nice, clean shirt," added Regina. "You suit red."
"Well you might have mentioned that you liked me in my red leather, so I figured I couldn't go wrong with it."
Regina blushed, but didn't deny the blonde's words. Truth was, there was nothing she loved more than grabbing that red leather and pulling Emma against her for a chance to press her lips to the blonde's own when they got the chance of a stolen moment alone.
"Still not a patch on you," smiled Emma. "You really do look gorgeous."
"You're just full of compliments tonight, Miss Swan."
"Maybe you just deserve them all."