Emma landed on the floor with a loud thud. She grunted at the sight of the earth and grass beneath her body. Enchanted Forest. Not again. She groaned.
"Looks like we're back in the Enchanted Forest." Hook stood up and looked around.
"I wouldn't know if you didn't tell me."
"The problem is: when?"
Emma stood up and looked around. Her eyes widened as she saw a poster with a photo of Snow from the time she was chased by the Evil Queen as a traitor trapped in a tree in front of her.
She took Henry's book and looked, relieved, that the stories were still intact.
"Better now than at the time of the Ogres War." Hook grunted as she flipped through the book. "Why are you reading this now?"
"When we fell, I was thinking of Henry and the story we were hearing at Granny's."
"And do you think that time portals work like the others? Taking us where we think? "
"Not exactly." Emma turned a few more pages and finally looked at him. "Not where, but when."
"Makes sense." Hook took the bag and placed it across his body. "The problem is how we'll get back since the portal apparently closed as soon as we fell here."
"Caught in the past with you." Emma shook her head. "That's exactly why I want to leave Storybrooke!"
"I know my company does not please you that much, but you could at least pretend you don't hate me.
''I don't hate you.'' Emma rolled her eyes, tired. "And everything doesn't turn around you. The reasons I want to leave Storybrooke are beyond what you or anyone else can understand.''
"How can you tell if you didn't try to talk to anyone about it?"
"And I'm not going to start now." Emma handed the book over to him to keep. "We need to find a way out before any catastrophe happens."
''Any idea how to get back?''
"Do I look like Marty McFly?"
''Marty Mcwho?''
''The boy with lightning and DeLorean and back in time and... ''
"Are they some kind of sorcerer?" Hook frowned, confused.
"Marty McFly is not a sorcerer. He's is a... Wait!'' Emma's face brightened with a smile. "Maybe a sorcerer is exactly what we need! Rumplestiltskin.''
Before Hook could respond to the sound of horses and the commands of soldiers at the sound of a carriage interrupted them and Killian pulled her into hiding. The Black Knights passed them followed by the royal chariot, and the pirate shivered. This could end up terribly wrong.
They watched in silence as they headed for a village ahead and then stopped. The knights set the villagers in line, and with as much care as possible Emma and the pirate approached and hid among the trees and shrubs, lowered, to peer into what was happening.
Emma's eyes almost jumped out of her skull as the carriage door opened and Regina came down in awe. She felt her throat dry and her panties completely ruined. No, it was not her Regina. That was...
''The Evil Queen.'' Hook whispered beside her and Emma only raised her eyebrows.
Her Regina. The thought was still echoing in her mind as she watched that version of the brunette in front of her. Regina would never be yours. Not with Robin Hood behind her like a drooling dog.
The queen wore tight black leather pants, boots, and a long red coat. Emma felt like a teenager again. She could barely think of anything but the way Regina moved and the way those clothes fit perfectly into her highlighting every important part.
"I almost miss those sensible suits." She mumbled.
''What?'' Hook looked at her in confusion.
''Nothing.''
He shrugged and they both remained silent watching as the brunette walked haughtily from one side to the other demanding the collaboration of the villagers so she could capture Snow White.
Suddenly the Knights took a cloth sack that covered a woman's head and Emma finally realized that she was a prisoner of the queen.
"That's what's going to happen to whoever helps bandit Snow White!" A cruel grin spread to her lips tinged with red, and Emma thought that Regina was one of the sexiest creatures she'd ever seen.
''She will kill me!'' The woman screamed in panic.
Emma tried to get up, but was stopped by Killian's hook on her arm.
"What do you think you're doing, love?"
"I can't let Regina kill that woman. I need to convince her...''
"Swan, that's not Regina you're used to. That Regina would kill you without thinking twice simply for interrupting her.'' Hook let go of her arm slowly. "Besides, we can't change the past, remember? Any small change can be a catastrophe in the present or future. Whatever your destiny, we can't interfere. If we change anything this can bring harm to everyone. We don't know what or whom or how then I suggest that we don't do anything stupid if we want to return to the world we know.''
Emma sighed defeated beside him.
No, it was not the stranger. It was for Regina. She wanted to be able to do something to minimize the darkness in her heart. She felt this uncontrollable urge to always do her best to save Regina, even if it was her own.
''We need to find Rumple. The sooner the better.'' Emma's voice sounded low.
"I agree, but there is one thing we must do first.''
They waited until Regina finally left the village and people dispersed and then Hook searched for some clothes Emma could use to blend in with the locals and not draw so much attention.
''Much better. '' He smirked as Emma came out from behind a thick trunk.
''Is this really necessary? '' She struggled to squeeze into the corselet. "How do women breathe with it? I could not have gotten a more... comfortable outfit?
''Tell me, Swan.'' Hook looked from head to toe. "What would you do if Regina saw you there?"
"I... I do not know. ''
"Swan, I know you seem to have a magnetic field pulling you close to her, but remember, she can't see you here. She might end up remembering you when we get back to Storybrooke and I do not know if that would be a good thing.''
"I don't have a magnetic field that pulls me to her.'' Emma looked away.
''Whatever.'' He adjusted his bag on her shoulder. "The point is, we need to minimize the damage if we can not avoid some contact, and not run right into them. We can't leave a lasting impression. ''
"The only lasting effect that worries me right now is the effect of this corselet on my body.''
''The effect of this corselet on your body is definitely less than what we can cause if we affect the timeline.'' He moved closer to her and helped her straighten her cloak. ''You may not come from a world with magic, but I do and believe, even the smallest change can be a complete disaster. We have to be careful, Swan. Things should happen as they have in the past.''
''Okay. I understood. Now we'll find a way to find Rumple.''
Emma and Hook walked through the woods in search of Rumplestiltskin's castle when the clatter of horses and carriage made them leave the road again.
''It could be the queen again, come on!'' Killian pulled her off the road and they hid among the trees and bushes again.
"This is becoming a habit.'' Emma grumbled.
They watched in silence as the horses and King Midas's chariot stopped because of a fallen log in the middle of the road.
Emma's eyes brightened as Charming left the carriage.
''This is...''
''Your father.''
Automatically she looked around for Snow. She knew exactly what time it was, and her heart began to pound. She was about to witness the moment her parents met and smiled as she saw Snow on one of the branches of a large tree a few feet off the ground. It's not just any kid who gets a chance to see their parents fall in love. Emma thought as she turned her gaze between Snow and Charming, anxious. Her heart was pounding so fast that she suspected that if there was no sound around everyone could end up listening, but when she went to lean on a branch to better observe the first encounter of their parents, the branch crack with a loud click. Enough for Snow to hear and lose her concentration, falling off the branch she was in.
"Do you know that fact that even the slightest changes can have consequences?" Emma looked at him with her best dog expression that had fallen off the displacement. "What happens if it's a big change? Like, the biggest one.''
"Swan..." He rolled his eyes. ''What did you do?''
"The thug on the tree was Snow White. This was the moment my parents met.''
"Please tell me you're joking."
''I wish.''
''Let's go.'' Hook sighed irritably. "Let's find a way to fix it."
They were walking for hours when they finally spotted the Dark One's castle.
"Maybe it's better if I'm not with you." Hook winced. "Rumplestiltskin and I have a complicated past and I bet he would kill me as soon as he saw me."
"You bet!" Dark One's voice and unmistakable laughter frightened them. "I can't express my happiness at this moment! I've waited so long for this!''
He turned his wrist and then Hook was suspended in the air with an invisible force tightening his neck.
''Stop it!'' Emma shouted.
"Why don't you run and let me enjoy this beautiful moment, my dear?"
"Look, he will not do anything to you. You need to hear me.''
''And why would i do that?''
"Because otherwise you'll never see your son again."
Rumplestiltskin seemed to consider for a few seconds and then shot Hook away and turned to Emma.
''What do you know about my son?''
''His name is Baelfire. You plan to cast a curse in the hope of meeting him again, but who is going to cast the curse is the Queen.''
"Who told you that?" He narrowed his eyes at her, suspicious.
"I break the curse so you can finally find him. I am the product of true love.''
"But that's just speculation... part of my plan. I still don't conclude it.
"But you will, and you will."
''If that's true then it means...''
''We are from the future.''
"But time travel has never been done.''
''Until now. Look, we need your help.''
''My help?'' Rumplestiltskin's strange laugh echoed through the forest. "Answer me something then. I find my son?''
Emma was silent for a moment. Neal's death still fresh in his memory.
''Answer me!''
''Yes.''
''Bae.'' The Dark One's face seemed to light up, if only minimally. ''My Bae. How do I find him? No. Don't tell me. If I got it I don't want anything in my head that could ruin it.''
''Maybe it's already ruined.'' Emma threw her doggy look that fell off the displacement again.
"You've changed things.'' Rumplestiltskin rolled his eyes irritably. ''What did you do?''
''We prevented my parents from meeting.'' She made a face that could be considered lovely if the man cared.
Rumplestiltskin led them to his castle and after a brief chat Emma finally told him who her parents were.
''King George's son! The one from whom I arranged the wedding.''
''The wedding can't happen because the ring that he would give the bride is stolen by Snow White. Or at least it should have been.''
"It's hard to believe your story."
''It's here in the book, I'll show you!''
To her surprise when she took the book, everything that happened after that moment was gone.
''When you change something in the past the future is uncertain.'' Rumplestiltskin looked bored. "The future, as you can see, is a blank page.''
"We need to make Snow steal the ring so they can meet."
''You're lucky! There's a ball at King Midas Castle today. Your precious Prince James will be there and his ring too.''
''Snow has to go there too!'' Emma smiled excitedly.
"And how are we going to do this, love? We have no idea where she is.''
''Allow me.'' Rumplestiltskin cleared his throat, drawing their attention.
He got up and went to a crystal ball that was on a dresser and soon the image of Snow appeared. She was at the harbor talking to Blackbeard trying to get a seat on his ship to leave the Enchanted Forest and finally get rid of Regina's pursuit.
"Can you help us or not?" Emma turned angrily to Dark One.
"I don't do miracles, my dear. You made this mess and it's your job to fix it.''
"If she's looking for a way out of here, maybe I can help." Hook said thoughtfully. "We need to find her and persuade her to go to the ball to steal the ring."
They headed for the harbor and managed to persuade Snow to attend the ball.
(...)
"And now we do what? Do we sit down and pray for her to do it? I don't like to leave things to chance. What if she can not? What if she get caught by the guards?''
"That's why you're going to the ball." Rumplestiltskin turned his wrist and an invitation to the ball appeared in his hand.
Emma raised an eyebrow, feeling confused and excited in the same proportion. Going to a ball and seeing your parents meeting for the first time would be fantastic.
She took the invitation from the Dark One's hands and when they made a move to leave he ordered them to stop.
"You don't think you're going to be able to get into a real ball like that, do you?" Rumplestiltskin pointed at them with disregard. "In these clothes, the best you can get is into a party of some miserable village."
"And how shall we go then?" Emma raised a brow in defiance.
He laughed, that strange laugh that sent chills down Emma's spine, made her want to laugh, then wriggled them around in a reddish purple smoke.
When the smoke subsided both Emma and Hook were dressed in royal costumes, however, there was a considerable change in her.
''That's what I call poly juice spell.'' Emma laughed as she stared at her new body.
"Spell what?" The two men looked at her in confusion.
''Nothing.'' She ran a hand through her new body and smiled.
"Why did you turn her into a man?" Hook pointed the hook toward him threateningly.
"I'd be careful with that. I still have not given up on the idea of killing you.'' Rumplestiltskin took a step toward him.
''Who cares?'' Emma turned from side to side trying to look at every detail of her new body. "At least I got rid of that corset that was slowly killing me.
Rumplestiltskin moved his hand and a mirror appeared in front of them. She looked at her image proudly. You're a real Prince Charming, aren't you, Emma Swan? She could finally see the changes in her appearance.
Her curls had disappeared, giving way to straight, short hair but still long enough to fall into her eyes. She was even more like David and it made her happy.
"Now get out of my way and get Snow White to take that ring before the timeline implodes." Rumplestiltskin moved his hand again and they appeared near the castle of King Midas.
"Let's do this at once so we can get back to Storybrooke soon and you can get back to being you." Hook grunted grumpily.
''I'm loving it.'' Emma smiled widely.
At least she wouldn't have to dance with Killian all night and it would give her more time to keep him away from her.
They delivered the invitation and soon the King himself appeared to greet them.
"Who should I take in my castle?"
''Princes Charles and Alexander.''
"It is an honor to receive you. Enjoy the ball.'' He bowed briefly. "Announce the princes Charles and Alexander.
"Mary Margaret and David always talk about these balls with such joy. What is so interesting about them?'' Emma looked around curiously as she and Hook entered the room.
When they reached the center of the hall, Emma saw some royal members in a complex dance of synchronized movements and she stopped gaping as she watched.
In fact, it was charming and Emma found herself imagining dancing one of those choreographies with Regina. She shook her head in frustration. That would never happen. Not in this life.
"Oh, I'm not going to dance this. No chances. I don't even know how to do these choreographies. Who should I dance with? What if I overthrow one of the royalty girls?''
''Swan, slow down.'' Hook put a hand on her shoulder. "If any lady comes to you to dance, just let go of instinct. Remember who you are a daughter. You were born for this.''
"Can they come to me?" Emma looked at him in horror. Suddenly it was no longer so funny to be there cover. ''I Do not...''
"You don't want to stand in the middle of the hall and get all the attention, will you?" Hook looked around apprehensively. "People are already starting to look at us.''
''Okay.'' Emma rolled her eyes and moved toward a girl who was apparently alone.
She took her out for a dance and smiled relieved when she realized that by some miracle - or perhaps because she was the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming - she really had it in her as a natural gift.
Suddenly the ball became silent and when Emma turned to see the reason, she saw Regina in all her glory. She had probably just arrived. She was talking to King Midas, and Emma rolled her eyes as she saw the fear on the man's face and everyone around them. Some of his Knights came in and stood in formation near the door.
Emma had stopped dancing and looked at Regina as if she were looking at the most precious thing in her life and when their eyes met, she felt a shiver run down her spine. Emma felt as if there were only two in the hall. The Queen smiled at her and began to walk towards her like a feline going to her prey. Hers emeralds tied to brown eyes as if by a spell.
"You." Regina looked at the girl beside Emma. ''Move.''
The girl bowed awkwardly and stumbled out of her dress and the Queen laughed at her fear.
"You." She looked at Emma. "Show me what you can do."
"As you wish, Your Majesty." Swan felt a confidence that he knew did not belong to her.
Regina raised an eyebrow and let Emma lead her to the center of the small hall. The other guests watched the scene too astonished to return to dance. No one knew for certain why she was there, but they were relieved that she had not killed anyone yet.
Emma put her hand on Regina's back and slowly began waltzing around the room. Their eyes remained locked on each other as always happened with them, and Emma was beginning to wonder if what Hook had said earlier was true. If there was something that would always take her to Regina one way or another. She knew that the Queen was not seeing Emma Swan in front of her but a boy with features that resembled her own and she found herself wishing she was not in disguise. Despite her haughty stance, Emma noticed a slight shudder in Regina and wondered why.
"To whom do I owe honor?" The Queen asked after a few seconds.
''Prince Alexander.'' Emma's voice faltered and a flash of disappointment seemed to sting Regina's eyes, but Emma could not be sure.
''Do I scare you?''
"No, Your Majesty." Emma tried to keep her breath in control. "It is not every day that the most beautiful Queen chooses me to lead her during a ball."
"You really are a Prince Charming, aren't you?" Regina scoffed, but inside she felt naked for that pair of emeralds.
She felt that the boy in front of her could read her better than anyone else and it bothered her. The Queen saw in Alexander's eyes something she had not seen for a long time when looks were directed at her. Admiration and something else she didn't dare to name. She felt the young prince's warm body pressed against hers and even under the official robes she could feel her muscles moving sinuously and that made her wonder what the sight of the handsome boy would otherwise be moving with her body pressed against hers, yet there was something in those green eyes that glittered every time they looked at her, something Regina had seen only once in her life but refused to believe anyone could ever feel for her again.
The hair fell gracefully over the prince's eyes and his long lashes formed delicate shadows over the cheekbones. Her thin, rosy lips were always in a half smile and her voice was soft and firm at the same time all the while they were chatting low as they danced around the room as if there was no one else there. The Queen felt numb with that boy, and the whole situation was getting out of her control. Suddenly the music stopped and she looked around, noting that they all stared in astonished then as if awakening from a trance she wrapped them in her purple smoke and disappeared from there.
As soon as they disappeared one of the guards appeared informing King Midas that Snow White had been seen in his castle. Killian cursed and ran out of the hall to try to find out if she had managed to get the ring. He smiled as she disappeared through the forest and back into the castle while the guards searched in vain for the bandit Snow White. Emma had disappeared with Regina and there was nothing he could do at the time so he just had to enjoy the rest of the ball.
Moments later Emma found herself in a room and before she could think of anything she felt her body being thrown against the large bed near the window. Her eyes widened as she saw Regina moving like a cat on the bed, crawling sensuously over her body.
Oh my God. This must be some kind of dream. This is not happening. This can't happen. Emma closed her eyes tightly for a moment trying to keep her breath in control. This is happening. She bit her lip to prevent a groan as the Queen sat on her hip.
Regina looked at her for a moment and was nervous because somehow that face was not totally strange, but she could not access in her memories where she knew, but that was not all that bothered her. For some reason Alexander seemed not to fear her and always held her gaze. Regina found this an extremely seductive imprudence. The prince seemed to be strong under those robes, and unlike the people around her, it did not seem that her presence displeased him. On the contrary. Alexander seemed at ease with the Queen while the rest of royalty tolerated her because they had no choice.
"You seem very comfortable with my presence." Regina rested her hands on her still-covered abdomen. ''Why?''
"And why should I not be?" Emma raised an eyebrow.
''You do not know who i am?''
''Regina Mills, Queen of the Enchanted Forest.'' Swan propped himself on his elbows and held her gaze. ''The most beautiful of all.''
Regina shivered through her body. Whoever this prince was, he certainly didn't care about his life.
"Your Majesty has brought me here to...?" Emma ventured. She was already there, would not give in now and what else could go wrong? She was under a cover spell and even if Regina remembered it when she and Hook returned to Storybrooke, she would not know that Prince Alexander was actually Emma Swan.
She felt his body nearly combust with the Queen's touch on his waist and his eyes widened at the feel of something throbbing in his pants. Damn it. I do not believe that. This fucking body.
Emma looked away for a moment and was graced by the sight of the cleavage of Regina's dress. Inevitably she moistened her lips and Regina smiled at the prince's bold stare.
''Like what you see?'' The Queen smiled mischievously.
"Your Majesty can not imagine how much.''
Before she could think of anything Emma felt the Queen's lips against hers. A fierce, urgent, needy kiss. The kind of kiss that you've waited too long. Emma received Regina's lips willingly and responded to the kiss with such intensity that the Queen could hardly think of anything else. She felt a desire, a kind of need, passion, something she had never felt before, but it was not the kind of thing she would want to stop to think about right now.
Without interrupting the kiss the Queen got rid of Emma's vest and chemise, leaving her toned chest exposed and the prince moaned in the kiss as he felt Regina's fingernails clawing his abdomen mercilessly. A pain that made Emma's cock pulsate with desire, yet she would let the Queen command.
Emma had heard enough about Regina's past to know that she would never force her into anything if she ever got a chance to be with her. Emma would not force a kiss or caress. She would let Regina decide what to give and when. That, of course, if one day Regina wanted her just the way she wanted her.
The Queen slid her hand between their bodies and squeezed the prominence throbbing inside the Prince's pants and Emma moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Regina probably inflicts pain as a way of repaying all the pain they have inflicted on her over the years, Emma thought. She appreciated the brunette's image above her as Regina held her hands firmly above her head.
''That's not fair.'' Emma gasped as she felt the brunette move almost imperceptibly over her hip.
''Excuse me?'' Regina raised an eyebrow and leaned toward the prince.
"I mean I'm at a disadvantage here, Majesty.'' Emma said gently. "I'd like to see you, too."
Emma stared at her so intensely that the Queen thought that somehow the young prince could see her soul, her heart. She felt more exposed than in her whole life. She was reluctant. Why could Alexander make every fiber of her being vibrate with his words and his gaze? These sensations and questions were beyond Regina's control and she would show no doubt or weakness, especially in the face of someone she had never seen before. Alexander would just be a hobby, a diversion. Something to distract her that night. At least that was what the Queen had silently repeated to herself since their eyes met in the hall of King Midas's castle.
"Maybe I can attend to your request." Regina laughed and with a flick of her wrist her dress disappeared leaving her completely naked.
Emma moistened her lips, and contrary to what Regina was accustomed to, the look the prince had given her was not just desire. There was that look again that she refused to name as if holding it away in her mind made it less real. She bit her lip and looked away, but the prince took her chin gently and turned it around until their eyes met again.
"You are undoubtedly the most beautiful woman among all kingdoms.'' Alexander's gentle voice sent a shiver through her body and Regina closed her eyes.
An incredibly gentle smile widened on Emma's lips as she saw the Queen blushing.
Regina cursed internally for that. It wasn't time to show weakness, she could not let this stranger disarm her in that way. She could not lower the walls she had built so carefully over the years in the blink of an eye.
Carefully Emma sat in a sitting position and her arms wrapped around the Queen's waist. His eyes still locked on hers.
Regina waited curiously for the prince's next move and a soft moan escaped from her lips as she felt the hot, moist tongue against her skin, sliding slowly down her neck and giving soft kisses on sensitive spots with a tenderness and devotion no other man or woman had never demonstrated.
Emma continued to kiss the exposed skin after hearing the Queen's response and her own breathing became heavier. That seemed so right. That was so... good.
"Mmhmm..." Emma groaned as she moved to kiss the valley of the Queen's breasts and her eyes met the browns in even greater adoration if that was possible.
The Queen took Alexander's face in her hands and leaned in to kiss him. This time the kiss was slower as if they were savoring each other's lips. As if they were exploring a feeling neither of them dared to name, each one for a reason, but delivered enough to feel as if sparks of electricity were moving between their bodies, shifting from one to the other.
Regina's tongue asked for passage and Emma gave in quickly. Her breathing grew heavier and faster as the kiss gained intensity and Emma completely forgot who she was and all that was going on around her. She had forgotten the portal, almost destroyed the future when she disrupted her parents' meeting, forgot even what was expected of her in Storybrooke. All she could think about was Regina's body pressed against hers and the softness of her skin under the touch of her hands, the taste of her kiss and the low moans that escaped her lips at every touch.
''Take me.'' Regina whispered, grabbing Emma's hair. Her words were warm, uneven with his panting, needy breath.
Emma's eyes widened in surprise and the Queen froze. Suddenly very aware of the tone of her voice. She try to stand up, but Alexander held her in place, gently.
"I'm here to serve you, my Queen." Emma finally managed to say. She felt her cock pulsing against her pants, as hard as she ever thought it could be.
Gently the prince reversed the positions and even more gently than before he again distributed kisses down the neck, shoulders and valley of the Queen's breasts. Emma took one of the nipples in her mouth and delighted in the taste of soft skin against her tongue.
Her heart was pounding so fast that Emma was afraid that Regina could hear. She knew that when the Queen looked at her face it was not her that was there, but for Emma that was not the most important at the moment.
Emma spread kisses down the brunette's abdomen and slid her tongue across the hip bone gently. She could feel the Queen's attentive and curious gaze upon her.
She parted the Queen's legs gently and laid down between them and kissed the brunette's exposed sex.
Regina felt a swirl of emotions invading her at the same time. Somehow that pair of emeralds looked incredibly familiar to her and it frightened her because she could not gain access in her memory to who they belonged to. Before she could realize her hand slipped between the prince's hair and she scratched the back of his neck gently encouraging him to continue with what he was doing. She felt one of Alexander's hands slide down her body to reach her breast and he squeezed it gently rolling the nipple between his fingers without stopping to move his tongue against her sex.
It was not long before the Queen felt her orgasm approaching. She groaned louder as she felt Alexander's tongue penetrating her and she felt him grin against her sex. Regina grabbed the boy's hair and pressed his face against her body.
"It's not because you have such a skilled tongue that you can smile like that.''
Before Emma could answer the queen pulled her through her hair and she grimaced in pain. Regina looked at the prince's face, covered with her juices and a mischievous smile formed on her lips.
''Today you will discover what meaning of queening the Queen.''
She sank to her knees on the bed with a force that Emma had never thought Regina had and threw her against the mattress moving over her in such a sensuous and torturously slow way that Emma thought she could cum just with that sight. She looked confused as the Queen ran past her dick and kept moving over her body. When Regina stopped short before her chin a flash of achievement crossed Emma's gaze.
''I can barely wait.'' Alexander moistened his lips and waited.
Regina positioned herself with one leg on each side of his head and slowly lowered herself until her cunt was in contact with the prince's mouth. She didn't have to tell him what to do. Emma's anxious tongue penetrated her and the Queen tossed her head back from a heat she had not felt in a long time.
She grabbed the prince's hair again and began to move her hip back and forth over Alexander's lips leaving from his nose to chin gleaming with her fluids. She was almost there.
Emma gently slid her hands down Regina's thighs and grabbed her ass helping her move over her mouth. She felt her cock pulsing with desire, and the thought of it made her moan against the brunette's cunt.
Regina closed her eyes with the new sensation and her lips broke into a silent scream as she came hard into the prince's mouth.
Emma continued to move her tongue against the queen's sex, delighting in her taste, drinking every drop of her orgasm.
The blonde was ready to enter the gates of heaven or hell after tonight, because there was no way she could face Regina, her Regina without remembering what was happening now. She did not know what could happen in one of those moments of tension between the two and God let Regina not find out about that night.
(...)
Storybrooke.
Regina woke up scared in the middle of the night. A dream with a stranger, a memory too vivid, too intense and too real for her to ignore. At her side Robin was sleeping peacefully and she took the opportunity to go downstairs and drink a glass of water.
''Henry?'' She frowned as she found the boy sitting in the living room staring at nothing.
He didn't answer, just looked at her in silence.
''Honey, is everything okay?'' Regina approached with concern and touched her face affectionately, forgetting for a moment the dream she had had moments ago.
"Do you think she's all right?"
"Your mother is the most stubborn and strongest creature I know, my dear.'' Regina smiled sweetly at him trying to push aside her own concern for the blonde.
"But we have no idea where she is..."
"Henry, your mother is somewhere in the past. That's the only thing we know right now, and though it does not cheer me up, she's with Hook. I don't trust him, but I trust her and I know she'll find a way to get back to you, dear.''
"How can you be so sure? Until a few hours ago she was wanting to leave and leave me behind. That's what she always does. She runs away.'' Henry felt the tears burning in his eyes and shook his head irritably. "She's not strong. She is afraid so she runs away. She...''
''Henry Daniel Mills!'' Regina stood up and stared at him. "Emma can be a stubborn and hardheaded, but I will not admit you talk about her like that."
"But it's the truth! She is weak and will run away again because she does not have the courage to tell yo-
''Regina? It's all right?'' Robin's sleepy, worried voice interrupted the discussion of mother and son.
''Sorry if we woke you up, dear.'' She smiled awkwardly at the archer. ''And you young boy, go to your room and no internet or video game or cell phone for a week.''
Henry glared at her, and without another word ran upstairs to his room.
"And don't run down the stairs!"
Regina let her body fall onto the couch and buried her face in her hands, trying to stifle a frustrated cry.
"Regina..." Robin approached cautiously. ''What happened?''
''Henry is worried about Emma, but he ended up blowing up and said things about her that I can not allow him to say.''
"He's just a kid. He is confused, afraid.'' Robin caressed the brunette's back slowly. ''Everything will be alright.''
"I hope you're right.'' She leaned in and kissed him briefly. "Go to bed, my dear. I'm going.''
He nodded and got up taking the path to the room again as Regina moved her way from the kitchen to her office. She couldn't go back to sleep now. Not after that dream and not after this argument with Henry.
She poured herself a generous dose of her cider and sat down on the couch. Regina suspected that if Robin had not appeared at that moment Henry would end up revealing something about Emma that the blonde was not ready to tell anyone and at the same time she thanked the archer silently for having interrupted she caught herself wondering what it could be that she Emma was hiding that she wanted to get her to leave and leave Henry behind.
Regina took a generous sip of her cider and leaned back on the couch, closing her eyes and letting her mind drift back to the dream that had awakened her. Kind of a memory. Apparently from her Evil Queen time, but Regina didn't remember meeting anyone back then who looked at her as intensely and tenderly as the pair of green eyes in her dream. She felt a chill run down her spine and she shuddered.
"I hope that idiot is not doing much damage on the timeline or things are going to get even more messy in everyone's lives." Regina sighed and poured another shot into her glass. Unbeknownst to the brunette, she fell asleep on the couch.