Anyone else thinks this is Regina’s face when she and Emma…shall we say, make magic? ;)
“Holy shit!” Emma literally jumped up on the top of the mayor, her knees digging deeper into the silk bed sheet before ungracefully falling backwards, almost falling off the queen sized bed.
She stared, wide-eyed, at the brunette who looked equally shocked but that was presumably because of the sudden lack of Emma’s delicate touch.
“What is it?” Regina barked, coming down from her high and lazily looking at the sheriff who sat on the edge of the bed, hair all over the place, naked as the day she was born.
“You…your…a-and what the fuck!”
“I already told you infinite number of times how unattractive it is when you stutter,” Regina rolled her eyes. Even in her post-orgasmic state, she would always remain the queen.
“Your eyes!” Emma pointed at her. “Your eyes were glowing! Fucking GLOWING, Regina!”
“Is that some strange alien way of saying my eyes look beautiful, Miss Swan?”
“No! They were literally. fucking. glowing. As in - your eyes could light up a small city sort of purple-ish glowing!”
There was a slight confusion on the mayor’s face and then a quiet realisation: “Oh.”
“Oh? OH? This is not and ‘oh’ situation! This is…THIS IS NOT OKAY!” Emma panicked, her hand ruffling her blonde mane in an attempt to make sense of it all. Becoming a saviour was one thing. Dating the actual Evil Queen, yeah, she could deal with that. Her best friend being her mother, okay, that is sort bearable. But to have her lover’s eyes glow in the dark - no, Emma Swan will not be calm about that!
Regina stretched and sat up, reaching for Emma’s arm to pull her back down into the mattress. They fell back together, Emma not-so-gently elbowing the mayor in her ribs and then promptly kissing the spot better. That little moment of intimacy seemed to ease Emma’s mind a little
“That, my dear, was magic,” Regina whispered, saying the last word with a bit of mischief.
Emma looked into her - now beautifully brown - eyes, faces just a few centimetres apart. She did not say anything for a few moments, staring at the brunette in fascination.
“Your eyes magically glow when you come?” she asked to confirm what she was just told and then added: “I cannot believe that just came out of my mouth.”
Regina nodded, leaning into a soft kiss. “Now now, dear, let’s find out the colour of your glowing eyes, shall we?”
It took Emma a few moments to get the meaning of the questions. When she did, her grin could not be wider.
Maybe they can have a little fun with all this, after all.