So, this is my first story in a long ass time. Sorry for sucking so much. It's genetic. I really like this story idea and I'm going to run with it until I lose inspiration. Someone want to come me kisses of inspiration? Don't expect updates for my other stories. No beta. Wrote this at work. Might be shit. Read and enjoy.
Slowly, Regina's eyes blinked open, the cones of her eyes taking in the new, bright lights which surrounded her. The surface under her body was coarse, yet soft. She moved her hands and pulled up thousands of tiny grains of sand in her hands. The tiny particles permeated the space under her manicured nails. She sat up, stretching her limbs one by one. Her weary bones ached and cracked with the hardships of the real world, but the harsh realities which she faced on a daily basis were of no significance to her at the moment. The sun beat down on her body, warming her heart with a renewed joy. The beach she sat on gave a spectacular view. Birds sang in the distance and coconuts hung from sagging palm trees. She looked down as a baby crab scampered past her leg, disappearing into its underground home. Adjusted to her new surroundings, she stood, dusting the sand from her body.
Unsurprisingly, her tan body was clad in a black bikini alone. The strings which saved her modesty hung loosely at her sides. She rolled her eyes at the choice of outfit.
"Miss Swan, this is hardly appropriate." She called out, moving closer towards the calming crash of waves. The moist sand was cool under her bare feet as she followed the sounds of light giggles and arrows drawn in the ground. A smirk crossed her slips as she found the woman in question lounging on a beach chair, staring off into the distance.
"Why, Mayor Mills, funny seeing you here." She commented innocently. She turned to the approaching brunette and stood to meet her halfway. She pulled a pair of dark shades from her eyes, the perfect accessory for the skimpy, white one piece which clung to her body. She met the other woman and pulled their bodies flush together.
"This is quite inappropriate, sheriff. What would your mother say?" Regina whispered as their lips met in a tender kiss. Their lips fought like long lost enemies, the battle transformed into one of fiery passion. Regina slowly licked Emma's bottom lips before pulling away. "Hello, dear,"
"Hmm, not done yet," Emma moaned before pulling the other woman back to her, devouring her lips once more. She nipped at her lover's mouth, biting down lightly, pulling a lustful moan from between her lips. "That's what you call a hello."
Satisfied, she pulled Regina towards the chairs which quickly morphed into a cushioned beach bed, complete with awning and table. The two women lay down on the bed, scooting to the wealth of pillows near the headboard, leaning into each others' arms.
"How was your day, baby?" Emma asked, wrapping her arm around Regina's shoulder as the older woman found her only place of comfort in the world. Any stress she felt was calmed by the steady beating of Emma's heart in tune with hers.
"As pleasant as one can expect in a town where everyone hates your entire existence."
The blonde's heart broke for her lover. It seemed that the town of Storybrooke was content to exile the former Evil Queen, even after a long, hard road towards redemption. Several months after the death of Cora Mills, the small town found themselves at a loss. There was no return to the Enchanted Forest, though most were comfortable living in their curse-identities. The fairies were working to finding a portal home, but nothing was discovered just yet. Personally, Emma was satisfied living in this realm. This was her true home. The Enchanted Forest would never be her home, no matter how many sugar coated stories her parents told at the dinner table. On the topic of the town, residents quickly realize that things were not as they were before the curse broke. The town was slowly going to ruin; public service jobs went undone. The streets were lined with forgotten trash, the roads were damaged from the wrath of Tiny the Giant, and the children went uneducated. The royal powers of Snow White and Prince Charming had no clue that they were doing. The two idiots, as Emma had taken to calling them, refused to admit their ignorance about the inner workings of the town until Emma had sat them down and put them in their place. The next day, the couple went to the mayoral mansion, tails between their legs, and begged Regina to return to her position.
To say that the former mayor was reluctant would be an understatement. Emma stilled cringed at the look of pure rage as her well-intentioned brought their son into the equation as a ploy to get Regina to return.
"If you won't do it for the town, do it for Henry."
The fire and fury which burned from Regina's chocolate eyes was palpable in the air. Purple sparks of electricity shot from her body as her teeth barred at them in defense.
"Don't you dare use the son you stole from me as a bidding chip."
The witch raised her right hand, intent on burning a hole in the place where her greatest enemy stood, but realized that killing her son's grandparents would not help her cause. She took a calming breath, reining in the anger she felt. They were not worth losing her son forever. Instead, she chose to verbally instigate the woman-child who stood on her doorstep.
"How is your heart, Snow White? Has the darkness begun to fester? Has it entered your dreams, you consciousness, you everyday actions? Do you feel it boiling inside of your soul? Should I call you Snow Black now?
After the lowest of blows was thrown, Emma pulled her dim witted parents from the queen's porch and pushed them down the block before swords were unsheathed and blows were exchanged. When they returned to their apartment, harsh words were thrown, Emma defending Regina as if it were her dying breath. She was angry at her parents for being complete assholes to the mother of her son. They had no right to bring Henry into the argument and she told them just that before storming out of the apartment. Her legs carried her to the white mansion once more.
She was hesitant in knocking in the door to 108 Mifflin Street. Would Regina even open the door for her? Would she end up flying across the walkway again? She proceeded with caution as the door creaked open. The figure which answered her call was one she never wanted to see again.
When the Charming family made their short departure from her property at the hands of their daughter, she found herself collapsing against the nearest soft surface. The tears came like a river and did not stop until she managed to cry herself into an emotionless stupor. Snow White's words rung in her ear. Once again, she found herself defeated and unable to fight. She was weak and broken. No wonder Henry didn't want her as a mother. She lacked the ability to do anything right. Her mother had been right all along. She disappointed everyone in her life. Why did she bother? They would never accept her new life. She wanted to be good, but was hard. She spent so many years angry and fighting that she didn't know how to do anything else. How do you change your entire life in such a short period of time? She'd tried many times to change during her villainous reign. Part of her always wanted to be the mother that a young Snow White desired, but the sun never rose for her. The curse was her escape. She wasn't punishing Snow White and Prince Charming. They were blessed with the gift of not remembering. For 28 years, she lived with the memories of her darkest deeds and failures.
When Henry blew into her life, things got better. She had someone to love for once in her life. From the moment Gold laid the squirmy, pink bundle in her arms, she was in love. She loved every bath time, scarped knee, and tantrum unconditionally. Until, Mary Margaret gave her son that damned book. The book and her 10 year old son would be her downfall. She watched as the child she raised for her 10 years narrowed his eyes in defiance at her. Her child didn't want her. He wanted the cheaply dressed and uneducated woman who birthed and gave him up. She couldn't compete with biology.
When Emma Swan appeared at her door, hours after the falling out with her parents, Regina was ready to ripe the blonde's beating heart from her chest. What would one heart matter? She would never have her son. She no longer had something to fight for. Who would stop her from destroying the entire town? But, her sheriff's words stopped her in her tracks.
"I'm sorry that my parents are idiots."
The last thing Regina expected was for the stubborn blonde to apologize on behalf of the two Neanderthals she shared genes with. Her green eyes were downturned and sad as they raked over the disheveled queen. The woman who'd never had a hair out of place stood in a wrinkled suit with tear stained eyes which accessorized the sorrow which oozed from her pores.
"You are as well if you've come here to grant me your pity, Miss Swan." Regina seethed.
"Whoa, calm your tits, Regina. I'm just here to apologize because my parents were wrong to goad you into being mayor again." Emma yelled at the raging brunette. She stared into violent, brown eyes, too stubborn to back down from what would become a fight. The former evil queen's lips turned up in a sneer. For a moment, Emma wanted nothing more than to kiss the disdain from red stained lips.
This was not the first time she'd had this thought. Regina Mills was a very attractive woman. She wanted to hug the curvaceous body to her own until the other woman ceased fighting. The brunette would thrash and swear and threaten her with life as a frog, but Emma wouldn't let go because she wanted to make the other woman's pain go away. She never wanted Regina to hurt for a moment again, if she could prevent it. This beautiful woman had already seen so much darkness in her life, none of which she ever deserved.
Before she knew what was happening, Emma Swan was pulling her body to her jean clad own and was planting a hot kiss on her parted lips. At first, she wanted to resist and turn her into a new class pet for Henry's class, but the shiver that overtook her body could not be ignored. The blonde's lips felt like heaven against her own. She wanted to bathe in the feeling that she never belonged anywhere else but the arms of her son's mother. She was the daughter of her mortal enemy. She shouldn't be kissing the daughter of her mortal enemy, but here she was, wrapping her arms around a slim neck and wrapping her fingers around curly locks of hair. Before things took a turn from which they would never return, there was a loud gasp from behind the two adult women snogging like horny teenagers.
"Emma Marie Swan!"
Without a moment to consider the consequences of her actions, Regina's swollen lips curved into a victorious smirk. She looked over the shoulder of her enemy's only child and cackled.
"Lovely evening, isn't it, dear Snow?"
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