Romantic Snow Queen, Storybrooke during the curse, Regina has magic, eventually NSFW
It took ten years. Ten years of going through the motions, having the same old experiences, the same bland sex with the sheriff. The return of her magic was probably the only thing that had allowed her not to crack sooner, but even that was not enough to keep the monotonous boredom at bay.
One evening, she was sitting nursing a coffee at Granny’s after meeting up with Graham, when who should walk in but Mary Margaret? She watched as the mousy woman sat alone at a table facing the door. As she sat, Regina noticed that Mary Margaret was all dressed up (well, as much as she did) and slowly it dawned on her that she might be waiting for a date. Time passed without her apparent beau making an appearance and as Mary Margaret’s shoulders slumped a bit, Regina slid into the space across from her.
“Hello Dear,” she said silkily, “waiting for someone?”