Fandom: Once Upon a Time (AU)

Pairing: Swan Queen

Rating: T

Summary: It’s Emma’s 28th birthday and she makes a wish.

Disclaimer: I own nothing beside my crazy mind and my computer… and sometimes it’s more them owning me…

Note: evilneverfeltsogood and obsessivelyaddictive, thanks for beta-reading it and sharing ideas!

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“Oh it’s Gina, now?!”

 “Yeah… like it?” you say as you pass your arm in hers and begin to walk to the next shop.

“Very much” she answers in a breath.

She doesn’t need any magic to melt your heart. She is captivating. And it’s this douche who will have the privilege to go on a date with her tonight. The thought that she may like him makes you nauseous. You focus on something else. Oh, there, lingerie shop! Perfect distraction, Swan: picturing her in black lace. Shit.

“Here is our stop, Your Majesty” you wink at her.

“Back to Your Majesty, already? My, you are a hard one to follow, dear.” she says as she passes by you to enter the shop. You smile to yourself and shake your head.

“Okay… I guess you don’t know the size of your… uhm… well… those” you point at her chest, slightly blushing.

“It’s an honorable size from where I’m from, that’s what I know.” she protests proudly as she pushes up her breasts. By doing that, your fingers and therefore your hand is so close you can feel her heat.

“That’s… it’s… what I… not exactly… crap” you stutter, distracted by the view. You quickly turn and hail the shop owner to help you with the size of her honorable chest so you can take a minute to breath again. You can see a smug look on her face. Oh but two can play that game and revenge is best served… hot in this particular case.

The shop lady takes the necessary measures and you are now free to go in the shop. You stop to take one or two regular cotton bras and shove them in Regina’s arms, telling her to go try them on in the changing rooms. She follows your order and you stay behind to collect one more thing you noticed as you walked in. It’s a black and red lace and silk bra with a thong. You pick up her size and make your way to the stall she’s in.

“Regina, everything okay in there?” you say as you scratch over the curtain as if it was wood.

“I’m… uhm… this is embarrassing… usually I have a servant to lace the corset and here I can’t find out how this thing works (closes)… could you come in and umh… help?” you hear from the other side. You take a deep breath and walk in.

The view is stunning. She is half naked, holding the cups of the bra hovering around her breasts, her back facing you and looking at you above her shoulder. You try to hide the moan coming out of your mouth in a quick cough but you can tell by the look she’s giving you that she knows better.

“Be a dear and help me with that, please. You seemed to be very disturbed that I wasn’t wearing one of those in the previous shop…” your hands are shaking and your mouth is suddenly dry.

You rise your hand and take hold of the two parts and begin to clap it. First, you suck in a breath. Second one, you breath out. Your fingers brush over her smooth skin. You leave them between the fabric and her skin and adjust the bra. Then you take your hand away as if her skin just burned you. That’s when she turns around and face you. You literally feel your jaw drop. Stunning, beautiful, gorgeous, all those words don’t even begin to explain the goddess-like vision.

“It doesn’t feel right…” you hear her whine from afar. Time to snap back into reality, Swan, get yourself together, girl, you admonish yourself.

“What?” you tear your eyes from her chest with great difficulty.

“This… thing… it’s not comfortable!” the contrast of her body and her childish voice makes you smile.

“Of course it doesn’t… you… put them in wrong…” you say pointing at her upper body.
“Oh… would you mind… “ you stare at her with a blank face.

“Mind what?!” it’s like your brain cannot process that kind of information. Is she really asking you to…?

“Well I don’t know how they’re supposed to be in that… This is really different than what I usually wear. So, would you mind putting them in, in the way they’re supposed to be?” she grows impatient, you can hear it in her voice. You keep staring at her for a couple of second more, taking in what she just asked you to do.

Your hands move on their own accord. It feels like you’re watching yourself and at the same time you can feel the soft skin of her breasts against your hands and her hard nipples brushing your fingers. She gasps as you first put your hands on her. You put the bra in the right way and her breasts in it as quickly as you can, not really trusting yourself if it takes longer. Images of you pinning her against the wall behind and ripping her bra are floating in your mind. Her blush is just too much to take.

“There you go. Seems good. Try the other one. I’ll wait for you at the checkout when you’re done” you mumble quickly as you get out of the stall. You close the curtain behind you and lean against the nearest wall, trying to catch your breath and calm you drumming heart.

The rest of the day was peaceful. You showed her the grocery store and she was like a five-year-old in Disneyland. Eyes everywhere. She learned that she actually loves chocolate and you taught her how to make bubble with a chewing gum.

Then before you realized it, it was already the end of the afternoon and her date hour is approaching. It’s now or never, Swan.

“Regina, I got you a little something…” you see her eyes sparkling at the idea of a gift.

“For me?! But, why?! You’ve already been very kind to pay for my clothes and chew bubble and chocolate!” she says but that doesn’t stop her from taking the small package on her lap.

“It’s chewing gum, Regina.” you correct her with a smile.

“Really?! It is?!” how you love that big smile on her face. Just to see that all the time, you’d buy all the gum in the world to her.

“No… *that* is not chewing gum… come on, open it!” you laugh at her frowning face. But the frown disappears as quickly as it appeared when she discovers what’s inside the box.

“Oh, dear… it’s… it’s so beautiful!” she says as she holds the lace and satin bra by the straps. She turns to you and you can see tears in her eyes. You’re perplex: does she like it or are you overstepping?

“Regina, I’m sorry… maybe I shouldn’t have bought you lingerie… after all we barely know each other and that’s a really personal gift and I’m sorry I just thought you would look gorgeous wearing it…” you say really quickly, trying to avoid her gaze. She puts the bra back in the box and hold your hands instead. And seeing that you don’t lift your chin, she cradles your face in her palms. Making sure you look her in the eyes.

“No one gave me such a beautiful present before, Emma Swan. Thank you, very much.” there is no way she is lying to you. She is deeply touched by your gift. You briefly wonder why she never received gifts before, if that’s customary where she comes from. You can’t understand why anyone wouldn’t want to give her presents and make her happy. She has a beautiful soul. She is rough on the outside, sometimes she says hurtful things. But once you get to know her, really know her. When you get to see the woman behind the mask, behind the Evil Queen, the only thing that comes in your mind is “how will I please this woman today? How can I make her happy? How can I make her smile?”

It’s not the right time to think about these. She has a date tonight. She’d better get ready.

“You should go dress. Daniel will be here in less than an hour” you say as you walk away from the couch. “I thought you could put that summer dress and I’ll get you one of my cardigan. Summer nights here can be chilly.” you watch her nod and she disappears in the bathroom.

A few minutes later you hear her call you. You almost run to the bathroom afraid something happened to her. You open the door without knocking and there she stands in all her glory. She is wearing your gift. You gulp and try to speak as clearly as you can but find yourself unable to form full sentences.

“Problem?” you can take your eyes away from her body. Her perfect body. Her almost naked perfect body. Her VERY close and almost naked perfect body. Damnit, Swan! What are you, sixteen?! You don’t see the evilish grin on her face.

“I was wondering what I should do with my hair…” she waves innocently. But nothing about that woman is innocent.

“Oh… uhm… maybe you could-”

“Show me.” it’s not a question. It sounds like a demand and your body is betraying you as you’re already moving behind her, your hands sliding in her hair. She leans into your touch and you hear her moan. In the mirror, you see her close her eyes. Never in your entire life have you seen something -someone- hotter. Oh, so you planned all this, you think to yourself, but Your Majesty, two can play that game…

“I think you should let them down… It’s sexier… “ you breath into her ear. The effect is immediate: she snaps her eyes open as she gasps sharply. But you’re out of the room before she can fight back. You can’t see her chest heaving; you can’t see she is out of breath. You can’t hear her frustrated groan. But most importantly, you can’t see the big smile brightening her face and the hard blush covering her cheeks.