A/N: I recently read THG books so I was thinking of it when this idea came to my mind. Obviously, it's not like the books. I re-wrote it like ten times but I'm satisfied with the result. It's a one-shot for now, i'm thinking of a sequel and maybe there's more if i feel like it but not too long. Not beta-ed, all mistakes are mine. I hope you like it! Reviews are very welcome :)
Emma flung her sword over his head. 'You're skilled, but I am better,' she grunted as she dodged the sword that threatened to dig into her abdomen.
She read his next move and smiled.
His sword was on its way to smash her head and she blocked it with her arm. The sword dug deep in her forearm and she clenched her teeth together.
Instead of stepping back, she took advantage of the fact that her attacker was off guard and moved her sword, cutting his shoulder. She didn't press to much so it didn't cut his arm off, but it was enough to make him step back.
Now that he was checking his shoulder, she moved the sword once more.
Before he could register her move, she did another cut on his hand and he dropped his sword. She took it and slipped hers in her holster.
In astonishment, he looked into her eyes as she approached him. She pointed at him with the weapon.
'I'm not going to kill you,' she said as she saw the silent plea in his eyes. 'But you better go away and never ever comeback'.
He stood still. 'Run,' she ordered. In a blink, he turned and ran as fast as he could.
'That'll make you think it twice before trying to steal', she murmured, even though he couldn't hear her.
She raised the sword and saw her own blood on it. She made a face and cleaned it with her shirt.
The motion made her forearm claim for attention. She raised her hand and frowned when she saw the gash on her favorite red leather jacket and, underneath it, the open wound.
'How noble from you,' a voice said behind her.
Instinctively, she turned in position to fight, with sword raised.
There, leaning on a tree, there was a woman. Emma found her face familiar but she couldn't recall where she had seen her.
'For letting him go, I mean,' she added. Emma didn't speak.
The mysterious woman left the tree, walking towards her and suddenly Emma realized. She recognized her from the forest; she had seen her riding a black horse.
The blonde stepped back, only one step, as she collected the image of the woman in front of her. She only had seen her from the distance, never this close.
Her hair was dark, short, in soft waves that caressed her olive skin. Her eyes were brown and curious but with a hint of evil. She was wearing leather skinny pants, adjusting perfectly to every curve and movement, and a black top with a generous cleavage. Her outfit was completed with black boots.
But what caught Emma's attention was her lips. Red as blood.
The brunette walked around Emma, looking at her with extremely caution, as a predator.
'Your technique with the sword is fantastic,' she admitted.
'Thanks,' she murmured, never breaking eye-contact.
'I never thought you would adapt this fast,' she added, finally stopping and facing Emma.
The blonde narrowed her eyes; it sounded like if she knew Emma.
'I see you refuse to leave your red leather jacket and your boots from…the other world,' she says with contempt.
Emma held her breath. From the other world. She does now me, how? She thinks.
She feels the other woman's gaze travel her body and it feels like her clothes are gone, but surprisingly, it isn't an unknown feeling for her.
Recovering, she looks in the brunette's eyes again but the mysterious woman saw it. She saw it her confusion.
Slowly, her lips curved in a smirk. 'So it's true, they used the Obliviate spell on you,' she muttered. 'You've never seen me, princess?,' she says louder so Emma can hear her.
'It's Emma. And I have seen you, in the forest. And I've seen your magic,' she adds raising her sword.
'I could heal that ugly wound with my magic,'she says looking at her arm.
Emma shrugged. 'It's nothing.'
The woman narrowed her eyes. 'You don't know me, do you?' she asks with a smile.
Emma narrowed her eyes as well. 'Why don't you introduce yourself?'
The brunette raised an eyebrow and nodded. 'Regina,' she announces as she bows.
'You don't have to bow,' she says irritated.
'Oh, but it's funnier if I do'.
Emma is starting to hate that mocking smile on her face. She tightens the grip on her sword.
'What do you want,' she demands.
'I just wanted to talk, princess,' she shrugs, faking innocence.
'Emma,' the blonde corrects.
Regina steps closer. 'I just wanted to talk, Emma,' she whispers.
Emma swallows and realises her mouth is dry. 'Then talk,' she just says.
Rgina glances at the weapon raising an eyebrow and Emma hesitates, something inside her head tells her not to trust her.
Finally, she throws the sword away. She still has her in her holster and she is fast. Regina smiles satisfied.
She steps even closer, too much forEmma's liking but, as her brain tells her to move away, she doesn't.
'Have you told anyone you've seen me?'
'Why should I?'
'That's not an answer.'
'That's all you'll get.'
And then silence. They just look into each other's eyes, the tension is almost tangible.
Emma takes a deep breath as she gets lost in dark eyes. Is it her or they're darker now?
And as Regina moistens her lips, she sees it. She wants her. So just talk, huh? Emma thinks with a smile.
Her eyes go from dark eyes to red lips, then down to her body to land again on her lips. Her mouth is slightly open; fleshy lips asking for contact.
Emma lets out the air she didn't know she was holding.
Her brain warns her, tells her to go away. But her body doesn't feel the same. She wants to touch the skin under all the leather, kiss those lips, tangle her fingers in dark waves.
She thinks of how long has been since someone looked at her like that.
Still fighting with her thoughts, the brunette lets out a sigh, warm breath caressing Emma's skin and she can't handle anymore.
Faster than a flash, she throws herself forward capturing Regina's body and smashing it against a nearby tree.
As their lips touch, Emma feels fire invading her body. Regina demands entrance and Emma opens her mouth, willing to taste the brunette's mouth. The blonde lets out a moan and she can feel Regina's satisfying smile against her lips.
They finally breakthe kiss, seeking for air, and Regina presses her body against Emma's, using that strength to turn around. Emma's back hits the wood and she can barely complain as Regina's tongue is back in her mouth.
This time, she breaks the kiss faster before starting to kiss her jaw, cheek and further down.
Regina's hand already found its way beneath the top and was caressing her stomach, going up, counting the ribs and, finally, her breasts. She squeezes one as she sucks on Emma's neck, dragging out a moan from her.
She separates her body for a moment, enough to take the jacket off with her shirt and bra following it.
Regina takes another moment to admire the princess' body and licks her lips.
'How bad I wanted this,' she whispers. When Emma is about to ask, Regina leans down catching a nipple between her lips and the blonde holds back a moan.
While Regina works on her breast, her fingers find the zipper of Emma's jeans, unzips it and pulls them down easily, along with her panties.
Regina waves her hand in the air and, magically, her boots are gone. Taking the hint, Emma steps out of them quickly.
Now she's completely naked but she doesn't have the time to register that fact because Regina's mouth is already tracing a path down her abdomen.
She moves her hand to touch the other woman's body but she stops her.
'No.'
'I wanna touch you,' Emma pants.
Regina takes her hands, holding them over her head and against the tree. 'Maybe another time, princess. This time is my turn,' she says with an evil grin.
And with another hand move, her hands are tied over her head. She tries to move them down but it doesn't work. She growls.
'Don't worry, dear. I promise you will enjoy,' she whispers in her ear.
Before Emma can make a decision, Regina starts kissing from her lips moving down.
When she gets to her navel, she plays with her tongue, making Emma squirm and moan under her. Then, she lowers until she is on her knees.
Her hands travel from Emma's ankles to her upper thighs, giving her goosebumps. She cups her ass and squeezes, driving the blonde's hips forward.
Raising a leg over her shoulder, Regina breaths Emma's essence in, letting out a soft sigh that makes Emma's back arch with wanton need. The brunette smirks and licks her lips once more.
She can hear how Emma's breath quickens and moans in anticipation.
She leans closer and lets the tipoff her tongue caress the blonde's clit; a loud sigh from above let her know she was enjoying it. Emma was really, really wet and so ready that Regina doubted she would last long.
The next contact was made with eager lips, capturing her clit and sucking, alternating teeth and tongue.
Emma moves a hand to tangle her fingers in dark locks but it fails against the magic rope. She tries again, harder this time, thinking on how she wants Regina to go deeper but she fails again, growling.
Somehow she knew why she had tied up her hands. She wanted her to beg but she wouldn't give up so easily. She bit her lips and arched her back once more, feeling Regina's tongue teasing her center.
Finally, the brunette grabbed her ass and pulled forward, burying her face between Emma's legs. Emma welcomed Regina's tongue inside her with a loud moan.
She curled it inside, stroking precious points that made Emma groan in pleasure and frustration because she couldn't move her hands. If she wanted more, she had to tell her. She had to beg. She shook her head, she wouldn't beg! But her mouth didn't think the same.
'More,' she whispered. 'More,' she repeated louder.
'More what, dear?' Regina teased circling her clit with her tongue.
'C'mon Regina,' she growled. Her name came so easily that Emma was surprised.
'You know what I want, princess,' she blew once more.
Emma clenched her teeth. She would regret it but she couldn't stop it. 'Please,' she murmured.
'I can't hear you,' she purred.
'Please!' she nearly screamed. And that's all Regina needed.
She buried her fingers inside Emma and quickly her muscles started to contract and relax around them as she kept rubbing her clit.
Emma opened her mouth, her lungs claiming for air, and she felt she was coming. Only a few pants until she cried out.
As she came, memories hit her. Her time in Storybrooke wasn't a blur anymore. She could see the images clear in her head. Every moment, every fight, every look.
And, as Regina's name was dragged out of her throat, she understood. What she had said before: she wanted her since then. And now she had her.
When her breath started to come to a normal rhythm and her heart slowed its beats, Regina dropped her leg and stood in front of her, a few inches away.
She looks into blue eyes and smiles. 'You remember now,' she breathes.
Another hand wave and she was dressed again. She looked at her arm looking for her wound but there was nothing.
Emma's mind was full of questions, some of which she wanted to ask Regina but, as she caught her breath, the brunette stepped back and took the sword she had thrown before. She handed it to Emma, who took it speechless.
'See you around, princess.' She winked and with a smile, she turned and walked away.
Emma took a long moment to recover herself and glanced at the sword on her hands. It had changed. Now there was a small apple-shaped ruby set in the handle and there was something written on it. For my princess from an old friend.