"Regina, c'mon, just give it to me!"
"Not until you say the magic word."
"Please?"
"Please what, Miss Swan?" Regina smirked, enjoying the increasingly anxious look on the blonde's face.
"Please, oh great, wicked Evil Queen, may I have a taste of your forbidden fruit?"
Regina rolled her eyes. Some people could be so melodramatic. "It's hardly a fruit, dear." Still, she held a plate out to her lover. Beaming with joy - really, who above the age of ten reacted like that to food? - Emma munched happily on the candy corn Rice Krispies treat, spilling crumbs all over herself.
"Honestly, Henry has better table manners."
Emma smiled. "Maybe. But you love me anyway."
Regina sighed, but couldn't refute the statement. She did love Emma, despite - and perhaps, sometimes, in her more sentimental moments, because of - her lack of manners, terrible taste in jackets, and the rattling deathtrap of a car she refused to get rid of. So she did the only thing any sane, rational, ex-fairy-tale queen could do. She grabbed her lover and kissed her slowly, softly, savoring the sticky sweetness of her lips.
"Go put on your costume, you idiot. Henry will be home soon."
"Hmm." Emma nodded and snatched another treat, heading up the stairs. She paused a moment, then jumped back down to press a quick kiss to Regina's cheek.
"I love you, too."