Prompt for my 600th follower on from Tumblr – xkitcas: Regina gets her menstrual cycle which after connecting her magic with Emma's (coz they have sex) is hurting like bitch and she can't get up.
A/N: The pain she feels is like hell but it is nothing compared to what it is in her heart. But she still needs Emma to come and send Henry to school. Fluff with heavy make out session for our ladies.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters all that jazz.
Thanks to your-arms-around-me for being awesome beta.
"Fuck!" Regina screams at the top of her lungs.
The pain she feels in her lower abdomen is sharp and makes death an appealing option.
It's that time of the month again that reminds her that her biological clock is ticking without mercy. Yes, her body is 37 but she is 61.
"Fuck." Another scream and she is thankful for the soundproofing spell she did when Emma visited her last. And she is thankful for the astonishing skills the blonde has in the bedroom that made her too tired to undo it.
Speaking of Emma. Emma...What kind of name is that? And more importantly why does it sound like mantra in Regina's ears? Nobody is there to answer her. It's six in the morning and the blonde left five hours ago.
But the pain that has Regina curling up on her bed is again Emma's fault. Ever since they started having...
Regina's eyes shot opened. It wasn't just sex or fucking she has done with the others. No that was surprisingly tender leaving her yearning for more every time. Not to mention that magical cloud show in the room. No, that wasn't sex.
But it's not that four letter word, Regina snaps at her thoughts. That can't be it. Emma who still wants to run every time things get hard can't do love, right?
Another shot of pain and feels her inside being torn apart. She can't get up. She tried. Damn, she has been trying for the last hour or so but without luck. Every time she raises her head it all starts spinning and piercing her.
She has to call Emma to come and make Henry breakfast and send him to school. Who else but the blonde will willingly come to her house and make her son breakfast? Nobody except Emma. She has only Emma.
Not that she has her in any way. The blonde comes every single night, has her way with Regina, and leaves. The next night is the same. Regina's body is utterly satisfied but her soul is left craving for more.
But no one else will. And Regina has been debating with herself for over an hour. It's time to admit that she needs Emma's help.
Regina reaches out grabbing her phone and scrolling down till she sees Emma's name. The phone rings and her heart beats faster. A few seconds later she is greeted with silence.
"Emma?" She whispers.
"Um..." Comes from the other end of the line.
"I..." Regina doesn't know how to continue. "Well...I...Can you co-..." Regina grows as the sharp pain cuts through her belly.
"Regina, you 'kay?" Emma's voice comes out hoarse.
"No. It hurts, Emma." Sounding so pathetic is not something she has used to. But the hope that the blonde might care feeds her.
"I'm coming."
And before Regina could think of saying "No" the other line is closed.
Here comes the Savior, she thinks and a pink cloud suddenly appears with the Emma in the middle dressed in her usual tank-top and boxers as a sleep wear.
Emma sways a little and shakes her head.
"Is that time of the month?" She asks and receives a nod.
"Can I make coffee first?" she pleads knowing that this is going to be long day.
"Coffee is a must, Emma."
And just like that they are back to the routine they were in for the last six months. Regina gets her period that hurts like hell. She calls Emma. Emma comes and makes coffee first. Then she takes care of the brunette.
But why the doubt, Regina asks herself. Well, that is easy. No one cares about her. She is evil. Period. And she is not used to being taken care of. She is not used to calling someone in the middle of the night crying for help. She is not used to someone caring about her. But Emma does. Or at least she hopes it's not just gratitude for the...whatever is between them.
The blonde comes back with tray containing two mugs with coffee and glass of water, puts them on the night stand next to Regina, and walks into the bathroom. The search for the pain pill doesn't take long. She knows exactly where the pain meds are. She grabs them and the sight before her eyes when she enters the bedroom melts her heart.
Regina is reaching out slowly to the glass of water. The shaky hand barely holds the cup.
"You...you need help?" Emma asks, afraid that she might be yelled at. The Evil Queen doesn't need her help. She is not some pathetic woman.
"Yeah..." An uncertain response comes from the other woman's lips.
It echoes in Emma's ears and feels like music. It feels like...For the first time in her life someone needs her. Someone trusts her enough to let her take care of her. For the first time in her life she wants to help someone without expecting anything in return except a smile. Because honestly, Regina's smile is the most magnificent thing she has ever seen.
Regina takes the pill, and with Emma's help, she drinks the water. It is maddening to feel so content with this situation and not know what you are exactly to each other at the same time.
Love is weakness. Her mind sings that old song again. Nevertheless green eyes give her the strength she needs at her weakest time. Even when she was at the bottom, Cora's death, the other woman raised her up with the softest touches and most tender caresses. There was nothing sexual in the way Emma picked her up in bridal style and carried her to the mansion. There was nothing but "I need you" in the way Regina turned her back to the other woman waiting to be spooned. There was nothing but "I'm here for you" in the way Emma glued her body to the Queen's trembling form.
"Did you figure out where the pain comes from?" Emma's tender voice cuts her thoughts.
"No." She looks up and shakes her head with too much force because the room spins.
Regina throws herself back on the bed with a sigh of frustration.
"Does it...Is it connected with...our magic being combined when we are together?"
"Don't flatter yourself, Ms. Swan. You are not that good." The snarl remark is out before she can stop it. She could sense that Emma's not happy about it. Damn, the connection of their magic is painful yet it is like drug for her.
Emma fights back the urge to respond. She gazes at the woman resting on the bed and smiles, thankful that brown eyes are covered by a hand.
"Oh." Regina squirms from pain and bends in two wrapping her hands around her middle section. She has her back to the other woman.
Emma smiles again at the invitation and slides behind the woman dressed in silk pajamas in no time. Her hands cover Regina's and she hears a sigh of relief. She buries her face in brown hair and mutters, "Is the alarm on?"
"Mhmm."
Emma knows that she can heal Regina with her magic. But she has learned something else from the six months they have been dancing this routine. Her presence is just as powerful.
The alarm startles the two women from their peaceful slumber. Emma reaches and turns it off.
"I..." Regina mumbles not fully awaken.
"Shh. Go back to sleep," Emma calms her and Regina is sound asleep again.
Emma stands up and her eyes fall on the two mugs of cold coffee. That happens every time.
She hears a noise coming from the bathroom and gets out of the bedroom but not before covering her almost naked body with Regina's robe.
"Morning, kid," she greets him, leaning on the doorframe.
"Morning, Ma." He turns around with toothpaste in his mouth.
"Your Mom is not feeling well, so I'll take care of you today," she says surprised that he didn't ask.
"I want cereal and milk," he orders and resumes his previous activity like he is not taken back at all to see his birth mother coming out of his adoptive mother's bedroom wearing her robe this early in the morning.
"Sure."
"So why is she sick again? Once every month. It's suspicious," Henry wonders while cleaning the bowl from his cereal.
Emma looks at him and she feels fourteen again when one of her foster mothers, Beth, tried to explain to her what was all the blood on her pants. That was when she got her period for the first time.
"You know that once every month all women get into this mode...I mean..."
"You mean the monthly period?" Henry eyes his mother not believing that she doesn't know what he is learning in school.
"Um...how..."
"What do you think I learn in biology? Dissecting frogs was last year. We learnt a lot about female and male anatomy and all the processes that we are going to when we are in puberty. So yeah, I know about monthly period and I think it's gross," he says like his opinion is the thing that his mother is worried about.
"So... Regina's period is pretty painful." Somehow Emma manages to recover herself from her initial shock.
"But why she's not able to take care of me now? She has never done that. Why now? What changed?" He wipes his hand in the towel and prepares to go to school.
Damn, this kid is too smart. Emma thinks but she can't just blurt "What changed is that we link our magic every time we make love." No she definitely can't say that to her child.
"The curse broke...and her magic is back. I suppose...it's different here..."she tries to explain him the best way she can without really telling him all of it.
"Mom," he calls her with firm voice waiting for her to look at him. When she does he takes his bag, hangs it on his shoulder and continues, "I may be almost thirteen but I'm neither stupid nor deaf. I hear you coming here every night. And you wear her robe. I'll walk myself to school. Bye."
And with that he leaves the house and his blonde mother dumbfounded and with her mouth hanging open.
Too smart, is the first thought that runs through her mind. He knows, is the second. She is conflicted. Should she be happy that her son knows about his two mothers being together? Should she be scared that he knows?
She should tell Regina.
Speaking of her...Emma climbs the stairs to the bedroom in no time and opens the door quietly.
Sleeping beauty is what greets her eyes. She smiles and gets one more time under the covers, spooning the other woman again. For now all thoughts of Henry and everyone else for that matter leaves her when she inhales Regina's scent.
Regina awakes suddenly. The first thing her still asleep mind register is a body pressed firmly against her own. The next thing is one hand under the fold of her neck. Then there is another one on her lower abdomen under her pajamas and undies, warming her skin and chasing the pain away. It seems to work because she has been sleeping for...
Regina's eyes find the clock. 12:14. Five hours of sleep in those arms and she feels like she's slept for a whole eternity.
"You awake?" Emma announces that she is not in Dreamland too.
"Mhmm."
"Good. I healed you."
"You what?" Regina spins in her arms facing the other woman and pushes the hand in her pants away. "You healed me with magic?"
"No. You said not to...because that would bond us forever," Emma says. The second part is testing the waters and pushing them forward to admitting that they are together. Because frankly, she is tired of all that sneaking around in the middle of the night and not been able to sleep here.
"I..." Regina stops herself from agreeing with the woman in her bed. She avoids her gaze and that only fuels Emma.
"Is that such bad thing, Regina?"
Green eyes gaze brown with such intensity that the tears start falling down Regina's cheeks. A thumb wipes them.
"We are already bound by Henry. Our magic is practically dry-humping each other all the time, not to mention the lighting show we do every night here. One more bond won't hurt."
Regina has been waiting her whole life to hear such words. But now Emma's words are bitter sweet. Because their life outside this bedroom is different. They are not alone in Storybrooke. They are not safe.
"You sound like..." She shakes her head searching for the right word. "You sound like this is serious." She motions between herself and the other woman.
"You think it's not?" Emma asks offended and her eyebrows scrunch together. She props herself on her elbow. "You think I am not serious?"
The silence that follows gives her an answer. Apparently she has been giving the other woman the wrong signals.
"You think that me coming here every night is not serious? You think that me respecting your wish to keep it under the radar is not serious? You think that I'm not serious when I make love to you?"
That last sentence hits Regina like a train. Her mask falls even more, revealing the girl she once was. The girl who believed that True Love was in the works for her.
"You think that I leave every night because I want to? I leave because you never asked me to stay and I don't wanna press you in any way. Because what I feel for you...is-is scaring me so fucking much that...if I let it all out...I-I might scare you." Her lower lip quivers, her voice is cracked. Her hand cups the other woman's cheek tenderly. Her eyes lock on Regina's, demanding her to see the truth.
"I come here every single night, Regina. If I wasn't serious...If this was a fling, I would skip nights. I-I would get bored quickly. But most of all I would not have come here in the middle of the night to take care of you and make the pain go away. I would go somewhere else."
Regina can't hold the tears back. Emma's words are so intense and full with admiration and care that it practically hurts. She swears her heart is going to combust any second now from the feelings dancing inside.
"If I had someone else I would. But...It's only you. I have only you. If you didn't read the signs then I...I don't know...I have to hit you over the head with it."
They both chuckle and Regina rests her head on the bed close to Emma's chest. She could feel the heart that could not be removed from its place beating widely. Because of her. She could sense Emma's magic swirling around, freely connecting with hers. It's funny because apparently their magic has no problem fitting together every time they are in the same room. The magic doesn't feel shame. It is not afraid. It doesn't think. It's emotion.
Emma blinks rapidly and she sees the woman in front of her a little clearer. She clears her throat.
"Regina, I love you. I have loved you since the moment I laid my eyes on you. I have loved only you."
Her heart swells up with the confession of her feelings. Admitting them out loud for the first time feels like a huge burden is off her shoulders. Though there is the possibility of the feeling not being mutual.
Regina wipes her tears and smiles at the woman who had just declared her love.
"I..." she gulps audibly, "I never thought I'd hear these words again. When you were in the Enchanted Forest I told Henry that I don't know how to love very well. Which is not true. I-I don't..." She looks away from Emma with tears falling again," I don't know how to love at all. I'm not sure I can love or deserve it."
"But you do remember that Daniel told you to love again, right? That's what you told me." Emma received a nod. "What he meant is that you have to let yourself. You have to...try."
"Do you know how to love?" Regina looks at the other woman like a lost puppy waiting to be taught at the new trick. Like a little girl searching for guidance.
"Ha. No. At least I am trying. You know...I am here every night and I do as you tell me. I'm content with what you give. I want so much more but pressing...It won't get me far. It will have the opposite effect."
"Wow, that was deep, Emma," Regina utters with the most serious voice she can muster.
"Really, woman?" Emma raises her eyebrows. "I'm pouring out my soul here and all you can say is that I dig deep." In a flash she rolls them over so she can hover over Regina. Grabbing the other woman's wrists she pins them above the brown hair "If you weren't in this state I would show you exactly how deep I dig."
"I know." Regina nods. "Do you know you are an ass?"
"An ass that you lo..." Emma shuts her mouth because that is pushing. She made a promise to herself after their first night together that she will wait. She will give Regina hints and signals and wait for her to say it first. But that apparently didn't work until now.
"Go ahead. Say it." The dare in Regina's voice is unsettling and makes the other woman nervous.
Or is Regina pushing herself?
"I'm an ass that you love." Her words, barely a whisper, reach the brunette's ears and melt her insides. That is the great power of love. Even admitting the feelings is enough to turn every one into a ball of emotions.
And even the Evil Queen herself is powerless before it.
"Yes. I love you, Emma." Regina finally admits it to herself and out loud. She captures the other woman's pale lips in a kiss pouring all the love stocked inside of her.
It is slow moving lips with tongues caressing each other. Gone is the fight for dominance. Gone is the teasing. Gone is the dispute for who is on top, who is leader. Because this moment is not about that. This moment is about letting all out. This moment is about their love, which they have nurtured in their hearts for so long.
Regina feels a hand snaking around her waist and then landing on her butt. She wraps her left leg over the naked hip as the hand squeeze the firm flesh. She slips her hands behind Emma's neck and presses their bodies together.
Emma moves her leg between Regina's and starts rocking in sync with the woman underneath.
Time rolls as the two women continue to kiss. Soon their slight grinding becomes too much of a tease. Regina wants so badly to continue this but it is her period that causes her distress. So she decides that she will pleasure Emma and her...in a few days.
But to her surprise it is Emma that breaks the kiss and connects their foreheads. They take deep breaths in time with each other and hold their eyes locked.
Regina goes for another kiss but this time Emma gives her small peck of the lips.
"If we continue we might not stop and with your condition..." Emma starts but is cut off.
"I know but that doesn't mean I can't..."
"No. I mean I want you to but today I am here to take care of you. As I was doing it for the last half year every time your period visited us. So I'll do whatever you had planned for today while you just lie here and look beautiful." Emma rests on her left side, pulling away from the other woman and missing her warmth already.
"So no..."
"No," she shakes her head.
"Even a little bit."
"God, I forgot you are so horny on the first day," Emma says and both women laugh.
"I'm horny all the time, dear." Regina manages to recover first.
"Yeah, right. That's why you kick me out of your bed every night." But once the words are out Emma regrets them.
"I did not do such thing." Regina pretends to be offended by putting a hand over heart. "You just walked away on your own accord."
"You never stopped me."
"You never asked. I didn't stop you because I didn't think this was serious for you. I didn't want to be the clingy half."
"I never asked because I know your past and I didn't want to force you into anything you weren't ready for."
"I was ready since our first time."
"And wet..." But that earns Emma a slap on her biceps. "Hey, no violence. This is non-violent relationship."
"Well, good thing you told me."
"Have you realized that we suck at reading each other's signals?" Emma shakes her head at the absurdness.
"If you had made the first step..."
"Why me?" Emma shrieks.
Regina winces at the loud sound and responds, "Because I am a lady."
"And I am not?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because you ride like a man." Regina flashes a satisfied smirk.
"You watch too much "The L Word" and I do no such thing." Emma scowls.
"It's a great show and you do. But can we get back to the more important issue here?"
Emma just nods in response still processing her lover's words that she rides like a man. No one has ever said that to her before.
"You said you are going to do what I had planned for today."
Another nod.
"Well," Regina raises herself resting her back on the headboard and points towards the bathroom. "There is the basket with dirty laundry. You need to separate color from white. Put the white clothes first and do not sniff or play with them because I know you would be tempted. I'll be watching from here."
"God, you are insufferable," Emma roars and gets out of the bed quickly.
"That's why you love me."
"Let's see what we have here." She kneels before the basket, ignoring the other woman words and starts rummaging in it. "Black laced...whatever that is." She pulls a garment out of examines it. "Interesting," she says after a few moments and puts it on her leg.
"Put that in the other basket." She hears from behind.
"White cotton panties...That will be used for these days. Oh, red laced thong. I'll save it for dry days."
Something soft hits her in the back of her head but she manages to catch it. A pillow.
"You just assaulted a police officer, lady. Luckily for you I am taking your undies into custody instead of you."
She turns around and sticks her tongue out.
Thoughts? Feels?