I've had a bit of a dry spell lately. But just wanted to get this out while I was feeling it. Emma's POV.
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Once. Swan Queen would be canon if I did. Or on its way there at least. Pfft.
Being with Regina, there were arguments naturally. Bickering by the light of day, and gasping and desperate moans in shadows of night.
Ice and fire; it's what came to mind when one thought about the regal woman.
Her past self would freeze any sane person, echoes of lies and blood and so many tears. Like winter's breath on the neck.
She'd get flashes sometimes, of the woman that mirrored the leather clad nightmare from Henry's book. But she remained banished for the most part, buried beneath the love and confusion of this life.
Her present self burned Emma to the very core. Mind, soul and loins, a slick heat that was pervasive and coiled around her until she couldn't breathe. Much like that thing the former Queen did with her tongue…
It felt like being torn apart. A certain madness that she fell into with the ease of waking up and dying all at the same time.
Maybe she really was an idiot.
Even so, she was one that charged ahead whatever the consequences of her actions. So she would hold onto this woman, this complex mother of her son.
Regina Mills. The very name tasted like sugar and poison on the supposed Savior's tongue. Argued over in daylight and whispered on silk.
