Ok, can't stay away from this pair for very long.
Not my characters. Sigh.
Mistakes are my own, i really hope everyone enjoys this :)
All breath decided to abandon Emma's lungs as some kind of extremely forbidding, extremely predatory, extremely hot version of Regina looked down at her. Her eyes wide she took the in woman who was clearly not the mayor of Storybrooke that she knew, decked out in a red velvet jacket and leather trousers astride a great big horse. A pair of intelligent and sharp eyes snapped to her own before wandering, as though scrutinizing, a slight tingle of danger slithered up Emma's spine, feeling uncannily like a meal. White teeth appeared in a dangerous smile at the woman on her back in the dirt.
"I am ever so sorry, my dear, my steed and I did not notice you running in front of us until it was too late. I do hope you are not hurt. Please, do feel free to get up." The woman's voice was deeper, more luxurious than the version Emma knew.
Emma scrambled up, all the hairs on her body standing on end as that tingle continued to creep. She dusted herself off as best she could, feeling utterly alien to this beautiful creature. Her confusion to this situation grew as the rider slid gracefully off her horse, advancing on the blonde.
"What manner of garments are you wearing," the woman queried, fingering the red leather jacket Emma wore like a second skin. "You can respond, you know..." She quirked her lips, an eyebrow raised.
"Eh its leather Reg-" Emma slammed her lips shut acutely aware that this was not the Regina she knew... which meant this was either a dream, or she had somehow ended up in the past in the Enchanted Forest. Both were acceptable possibilities Emma had learned over the past few months. The Evil Queen... she swallowed, all senses on red alert, unsure of how to proceed with this situation.
Brown eyes narrowed at the first syllable of a name she had let escape.
"And what land do you hail from, traveller," the woman started to circle Emma, eyes roving over her slim frame.
The blonde hesitated, at a total loss of how to answer this question, before being slammed against a tree, gloved hand tightening at her throat.
"You should answer when your Queen asks you a question," the velvet voice purred, at total odds with the violence with which she had moved. Emma tried to ignore the ignition of an ache between her legs at being manhandled by this even more intense version of Regina. It didn't help when those lips that Emma had fantasized about in another world softly grazed her ear, hot breath cranking up that feeling of sinking into stupor. "And how do you know my name," teeth catching the flesh of her lobe. Emma moaned in spite of herself, struggling to breath through this sudden flush of arousal and lack of oxygen. The grip around her throat relaxed to allow her a few deep pulls of air. "Not talking are we?" A chuckle escaped painted lips, "No matter, I don't want you for your mouth."
Emma braced as she was yanked forward, inhaling the heady scent of apples and cinnamon before purple smoke claimed them both.