You shove her against the wall of the cell in the station, your hands already ripping at satin and she gasps and she says needy, today, aren't we in this mocking voice, her voice and you say shut the fuck up and she chuckles.
Her hands are bound by handcuffs and you know she could easily get out of them if she wanted to, but the keyword here is wanted.
You tug at her hair and it falls down in curls on her shoulders and it always makes you pause when you see her face painted with hatred and framed by long hair. You quiet down the voice that tells you this is wrong, so wrong, just stop, Emma and you bury your fingers inside of her without preparation.
She moans and bucks under you, but you hold her down and pull on her hair to expose her throat and you bite.
You feel blood, heavy and tangy on your tongue as she hisses out a yes of pure pleasure. You look at her and you see Regina and Emma, I… I don't- and you see family crumbling in front of your eyes.
The Evil Queen rakes her nails on the back of your red jacket – no you won't ruin it – and you retaliate by thrusting harder into her. She mewls in your ear and tightens around your fingers and you know this is practically the end. This will end soon.
You don't want it to end.
(You're pathetic and you're going to ask for it, even though it makes you weak and it gives her power, so much more power, but you can't get the image of them kissing and smiling at each other and being happy out of your head.)
Love me, you say and she smirks in victory and your tongue feels like ashes in your mouth.
There's a cloud of smoke and suddenly Regina is standing there, looking at you with tenderness and love and she clings to you as you start making love to her and she whispers your name – Emma Emma Emma Emma – like a prayer and she comes with I love you on her lips.
(Later, after, she puts on her smothering dress and her jewelry with a flick of her hand and she smiles at you before magicking herself away with a Until next time, Savior.)
(Later, after, you drown yourself in whiskey and stumble back to your flat and dream of brown eyes and a home you can call your own.)