Emma Swan couldn't sleep. She had had a crazy day, filled with complaints about the noise the dwarves had been making—the diamond supply was running low, so all the dwarves decided to go around town and cause trouble. 'Trouble' being knocking over mailboxes, driving 35 in residential areas, and apparently trying to make out with the fairies. Emma had been called, along with her parents, to calm things down. That had taken forever.
Now, Emma was in her bed, turning over and over, trying to get comfortable. She sighed and got up, walking to her dresser. She rummaged through it and pulled out her vibrator—just a simple black one—and flicked it on. She laid back on her bed and closed her eyes, picturing Johhny Depp wet and shirtless, expecting to feel the wetness pooling in between her legs.
But that didn't happen. Frustrated, Emma looked at the vibrator as if it was broken or something. Her Johnny Depp fantasy almost always worked. She closed her eyes once more, but the image that flashed before her eyes was completely different.
She saw Regina, leaning over her—only Regina had different clothes on. She was wearing a purple and black dress, with intricate lace woven into the purple material. Her ample cleavage gave Emma quite a view, and the blonde couldn't help but breathe faster. She felt Regina's breath on her own face—it was minty. Regina said nothing, only hovered over Emma and shoved her hand down Emma's boxers, rubbing the wetness there with a steady hand. She found her clit and massaged it, so sure of herself, and in control. Emma lost herself in the feeling of her whole body relaxing. Her abdomen grew warm, the heat spreading to her chest and legs. She could swear she felt the cloth of Regina's dress on her legs. Regina brushed her labia ever so gently, sticking a finger in—
Emma's eyes flew open, and she pulled her body up to a sitting position. Something was seriously wrong—she had just masturbated to thoughts of Regina. And what the hell had she been wearing? Emma closed her eyes again, and still the image of Regina was there, as if it was super glued to her eyelids. What the fuck was going on? Emma threw the vibrator away from her, as if it was possessed. It looked like she couldn't relax after all. There was no way she found Regina attractive—that must have been a fluke. Maybe magic was messing with her hormones.
Still, she was really relaxed now. Maybe she could get some sleep.
She found herself reaching for her vibrator again, as if her hands weren't controlled by her brain. She moaned and closed her eyes, feeling her clitoris swell. Regina was leaning over her, again, smirking like the royal bitch she was.
"Why are you doing this?" Emma whispered, losing herself in the fantasy. "I don't want you here."
"Your body seems to disagree, Miss Swan." Regina spoke, and if Emma hadn't been close to cumming hard and fast, she sure was now. Regina's voice was so deep, sultry and sexy, that Emma fell apart. Regina had three fingers in her now, and Emma came, bucking against her.
Emma felt the waves of pleasure emanating from Regina's expert touch. Regina was still fully clothed, but Emma's panties were discarded on the floor, Emma's legs wrapped around Regina as the queen fucked her. Seeing Regina in this garb, whatever it was, was the most arousing thing Emma had ever experienced. Regina seemed to be able to read her thoughts.
"I dressed like this just for you, dear," her voice still perfectly level. Damn the woman for making her fall to pieces like this.
Emma felt like she was stuck to the bed—sweat covered her back, and that felt good against the cool sheets. The blonde looked into Regina's eyes, both delicious pools of brown.
Emma reached out to touch her, to grab hold of her hair, or pull her in for a kiss, anything—but she clutched at air. Emma blinked. Regina was gone.
Well fuck.