"Are you still a bad girl Regina?"
"The worst."
Seconds later, Regina felt her hand being tugged into the hallway at the diner. There was no one else around the back, just the two of them alone with their thoughts of old times. Surprisingly no one seemed to follow them or wonder why they both excused themselves at exactly the same time. Thoughts rushed through Regina's head of what was to come of this. Was she going to kill her? Did she finally get the nerve to turn on her completely? Suddenly in the middle of her thoughts, the brunette felt her body being pushed up against the wall as Maleficent's eyes met her own. She almost forgot what it was like to have moments like these with her. Heated, sensual, strong; everything she's ever needed. She knew now that it wasn't violence she was after, it was desire. She was younger when they had relations before and she was a lot more afraid and careful, but she's a different kind of lover now. She's stronger, more independent and a lot more sexually skilled. The silence continued for what felt like hours as the gaze between the two remained unbroken and strong. Regina closed her eyes as she felt her heart racing inside her chest. 'This is it. Oh god please give me what I need.', she thought to herself. At the same time, she didn't know what she needed. She was supposed to have everything she wanted in life right here and right now and yet she had nothing. She gave everything she had for true love only to find out that it wasn't what she wanted. She gave everything she had to create the perfect family and that came crashing down months ago. As Mal looked her up and down, she felt sparks go through her body. She could barely contain her arousal and she hasn't even been touched yet; she was just that desperate and tense. That stare from those daring eyes was enough to drive her crazy. It's been so long since she's been given sexual attention by anyone, including herself. Self-stimulation never gave her any satisfaction and she never has been able to finish herself off. She's tried so many positions, toys, even books and websites but nothing did the trick. Regina needed more than a sexual connection; she needed to feel wanted sexually and emotionally as well. She's gone too far too many times with people who put their body into it but not their heart and she always ended up broken. She needed something different and she hoped a trip to the past was about to be it.
"Well then my love. If you're a still a bad girl, why don't you show me just how bad you are.", Mal said with a seductive sounding whisper. Her face was so close to Regina's that she could feel her breath on her skin. With that, Regina threw all of her composure and insecurity out of the window. All of her past relationships that ended badly suddenly turned to stone and broke away; all of her past regrets shot through the air like lightning and disappeared. Now acting with not-so-ladylike composure, her lips quickly found the other woman's as she practically crashed into her. She felt her own hips uncontrollably tilt towards the older woman's waist, continuing to move in a motion that screamed 'touch me'. She secretly wanted to know what it felt like to take the lead with her, but she always had trouble getting the upper hand on Mal. This was one person who always won over Regina. She had much more experience and was much wiser when it came to control; she was the one who taught her so many things. Her thoughts continued to rush through her as they continued to be entangled in a passionate kiss. Mal's hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer until she had her up against the wall completely. Regina felt as though the wind had been knocked out due to the feelings of lust quickly rising in her chest.
"Come a little closer Regina. I know how much you want me.", Mal whispered into her ear before softly biting on her neck. Regina wrapped her arms around her while digging her nails into her shoulders, trying to show her how much she was in love with her ways. Without looking down, she felt a finger brush against her now damp lace panties. Just that small brush of the hand sent shivers of pleasure up her spine and she wasn't sure how much longer she could go without losing complete control of her senses. It didn't matter to her that they were in the hallway of an old rusted diner, everything else disappeared into the background.
"Wow bad girl, didn't realize how easy it was to get you wet." She said while continuing to brush against her. She added a finger and continued to rub the pulsing flesh between her legs while receiving stifled moans of pleasure as payment. She felt Regina lower her body a little and almost it almost looked like her legs were going to give out. Indeed, it was exactly like old times for Mal; she remembers it like it was just hours ago. A young Regina would come find her in the middle of the night full of sexual desperation and a want for love she's never been able to find. She was sick of her life, sick of her mother and just wanted to be free from it all. She wanted something more and she was probably given a lot more than she expected. She remembered the second encounter they had with one another. She had her way with her for hours until she was literally exhausted. She expected Regina to run, want to stop or push her away but no, if anything she more in to it than what she thought possible. Sometimes Mal would fall asleep on her chest afterwards in exhaustion and let her run her fingers through her hair, anything to give her a small sense of control. Sometimes Regina would leave right away and act as though she was shy about the encounter. Sometimes she would get her high and crash with her on the couch until the next morning. Those were the best times, but Regina trying to find a good excuse for her staying out all night to her mother and father created more problems than anything. It gave her confidence to see how much she could pleasure Regina and how she could make her moan and scream just by using her tongue. Looking at her now as she stands in front of her, she realized that nothing has changed about Regina in the slightest; she still looked just as young as she did before. Just as submissive. Those nights from years back ended oh too quickly and she couldn't help but thank herself for trying to bring them back.
This was never her intent when she came to Storybrooke with Cruella and Ursula, as a matter of fact she went years without thinking of Regina at all. She was consumed by power and for a while she was part of the undead. She was literal nothingness who had no capability to feel. When she was awoken, all she could think about was vengeance, about making others pay for what they did to her. She thought of Snow, David and Emma but not Regina. She came here for what her version of a happy ending really was and maybe a chance that she could change her fate. As soon as she laid eyes on Regina again, she realized that she was her fate. The power, the fortune and the control weren't important any longer, this was what she needed to see to really open her eyes. Something inside of her knew that the other woman wasn't really ready to be bad again but was playing a part in a bigger scheme to expose them. Even though she should have been concerned about her safety, she wasn't. As soon as she laid her eyes and hands on her like she's done so many times, things will change. Regina will come to her and let her in, there will be no fear about her turning her back or no more secrets to be kept. Focusing once again on the woman in front of her she grabbed the hair on the back of Regina's legs and pulled on it with a decent amount of force. She heard a stifled moan of approval underneath her and knew that Regina had always had a soft spot for a little bit of pain.
"Mal we can't do this here."
"Why not darling? Afraid you'll lose control?" She ignored her and continued to touch and love her anyways. It was an attempt to test Regina's patience and control and if anything it was satisfying her own arousal.
While in the middle of moving Regina's panties to the side they both heard the sound of quick footsteps moving towards them. Mal pushed Regina's skirt down and they tried to get back into a normal stance before the oncoming visitor reached them. Regina felt her nerves turn into a ball that was rising up in her throat, hoping that someone she knew didn't catch her in the act. 'Which would be the worst possible situation?', she thought to herself with a shudder. "Emma, Henry, oh god not Henry, Snow? Of course because she would tell everyone.' She felt her arousal start to wear off and thought of the consequences of this toxic rekindled relationship. She could no longer decide if she was still undercover or not. This felt more right than anything she's felt in a long time. She knew she should have nothing to be ashamed of, but both good and bad were weighing on her shoulders at the same time. The footsteps finally reached the two women as both of their eyes looked down in embarrassment.
"Well well, what do we have here? I thought better of you two than to leave me without an invite."