Picture this the Enchanted Forest, streams, flourishing, villages, families, ogres, dragons, trolls, and a huge beautiful stone and metal castle all living in harmony. The castle is spacious, cold, dark and mostly empty, just Henry, Regina, some servants and soldiers but it feels so disconnected from the world and empty. It's late, everyone is asleep and a very gorgeous Queen is struggling against what she sees in her dreams, more of a recurring nightmare of a memory that tells of a secret moment she will never have again. It's blissful and torture at the same time, she lives in this moment when no one is around but it's also the one thing that reminds her she is alone.
A night of passion, love, lust, magic, excitement and comfort replays in her dream. A motel room, one bed, Emma and Regina completely lost in each other. In this moment nothing exists but them, no curses, no family, no grudges, no anger, everything that once was is gone and only they matter. All the times they have saved each other, risked their lives, defended one another, raised their son and a bond that formed racing through them, led up to this moment.
Intense open mouth kisses, their tongues rubbing together, breathing heavy, the blonde completely melting into the brunette. Emma's left hand grips Regina's hip and her right hand is two fingers very deep inside her moving in complete time with Regina's hand which is mirroring her inside of Emma. Regina has her left hand in Emma's long blonde curls. They are closer than anyone could ever be and yet not close enough. Eyes closed and breathing uneven, whispered love yous, a phrase they never imagined telling each other as if their deepest desires, secrets, and fears are now known.
There is nothing left to hide from each other, completely open, walls down they intertwine and allow themselves to become one. Red and white sparkling magic swirling around them and filling the room, its beautiful, mystical, and more than either of them ever imagined they would ever have. As they both climax the red and white magic explodes into a million sparks, it's loud, it's bright, it's beautiful like a fireworks show on display around them, yet all they can see is their souls through green and brown eyes. Regina looks into Emma's eyes with so much love Emma feels she may explode; they curl into each other, arms and legs twisted together. Regina's face in Emma's neck, Emma rubs Regina's back lovingly until the sound of her breathing soothes her to sleep.
Regina wakes, alone in bed, crying again. This is her fate; this is her nightmare, her never-ending torture she willingly relives every night. It is better than never loving at all she tells herself. She clings to the memory of Emma; it is all she has left. She no longer can act on her feelings; she has done all she can and now she has to go on as if nothing happened. This is the hardest thing she has ever had to do and she literally ripped her father's heart out for God sakes. Will she ever be happy?, she asks herself. The answer is no, without Emma, no.
