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A/N : I'm guessing not a lot of people enjoy angst during the jolly season but a big thank you to those who have followed, favourited or reviewed this fic. I appreciate your input a lot and I hope you continue giving me feedback. I don't have a beta-reader so I'm sorry in advance for the mistakes.


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Chapter 2

2 weeks from Christmas Day, 2014

"Emma!"

Regina moaned as the blonde's tall frame traps her against the door. Regina eyelids felt weighted as she struggled to open her eyes, she felt her body slipping as the blonde pushed her two fingers without warning into her heat. Eyelashes fluttering, she places her hands on Emma's shoulders but tilts her neck to accommodate Emma's nips and kisses. She can feel her legs becoming weak, barely supporting her frame as her heads thuds repeated against the door. Calling Emma's name comes out as a strangled moan and it only encourages Emma to lift her with her arms and wrap her legs around the blonde. Her ankles are locked around Emma's waist as she feels Emma's lips curl into a smirk against her collarbone.

Once again, without warning, Emma thrusts her against the wall by adding another finger and Regina feels lightheaded from the pounding in her heat and at the back of her head. The combined sensation of pain and pleasure was not new to Regina. As the Evil Queen, she had enjoyed that particular kind of activity. Being the one to inflict pain and being in control appealed to her as she kept the intimacy to a bare minimum. It was a way to dominate and exert control over her partner at that time. She couldn't deny that she was aroused and dripping with pleasure for Emma as evidenced by her multiple orgasms but she felt like a rag doll. Emma was relentless and insatiable and Regina struggled to catch her breath.

She was placed on her desk in her office, wincing internally as she had hoped that they would continue their activity on a more comfortable surface. Her body tensed as she feels the air in the room change, she knew instinctively that magic was being discharged and since she was far too spent to exert any energy, Emma was performing a spell. She was sore from the rough love-making and tired from having spent a good deal of her afternoon heaving but she wanted to make love to Emma. To have the blonde beg for her, to respond and moan to her kisses and touches. Despite the immediate arousal that she felt, a part of her winced as she felt a hard member brush against her thigh.

"Em-," she was interrupted by Emma's lips crashing roughly into her as the blonde's hand held onto her hips. Entranced by the Emma's passion, she moaned loudly when Emma's tongue brushed her lower lips, as if asking for permission. She fists the red leather to pull Emma closer, suddenly empowered by Emma's affectionate display. She feels Emma's hands tangle in her hair while she tries to remove Emma's jacket, wanting to feel her skin against Emma's. Emma remained in her shirt and jacket, only bare waist down while Regina was left in her bra. Emma had removed her jeans earlier, to free her throbbing member which the blonde had magically added to her private anatomy. Regina was disappointed that Emma had refused her the opportunity to make love to the blonde naturally, having chosen instead to use magic to achieve satisfaction from Regina's tight folds.

"I want to be in you," Emma demanded, as she bit into the flesh above Regina's nipple and used her hands to push Regina's thighs apart. Not that Regina truly minded, the former monarch was just dreading the ways in which her body would betray her tomorrow. Emma pressed herself flushed against Regina's body, rocking her body to angle her member near Regina's entrance. Emma's hands trace Regina's back, arching the brunette to her body as she leans against the desk.

Emma smirks as she hears Regina groan, mistaking those sounds as signs of pleasure. "Do you want me to fuck you?" She asks, licking Regina's nipples until they were hard and glistening. A question that proves to be purely rhetorical, Regina cries out in pain as Emma slams her full 8 and a half inches into her sore folds. Having experimented with toys previously, Emma knew the best length to hit Regina's G-spot. Regina felt her muscles responding to Emma's deep strokes but the initial pain had brought tears to her eyes did not fade. Regina places her hands on Emma's shoulders, in hopes of slowing the blonde to a more acceptable pace for her body but to no avail.

Despite her pain, Regina met Emma's thrust, the sounds that escaped her was a mixture of pain and pleasure as Emma repeatedly pounded into the sensitive spot within her. Emma's girth stretched Regina, despite the blonde's previous use of multiple fingers. The speed was punishing and Regina wanted comfort from Emma's affection, burying her fingers in the blonde curls that she adored, she tried to guide Emma's lips to hers. She encountered resistance as Emma prefered to breathe heavily into her neck, occasionally placing possessive bites. Regina surrenders to Emma, too tired and weak to pull the blonde for a kiss and stares at the ceiling above her. She struggles to find an anchor to reality as she is almost at the climax of her pleasure, her fold providing more resistance to Emma's hard member. The last thing she remembers is the amber glow of the evening skies filling the room, Emma's fingers digging into her hips and the low guttural groans in her ears. And as she feels the blonde paints her womb with cum, she closes her eyes and allow the tears to fall from the corner. It was a blessing that Regina passed out, whether from the pain or her climax, because the sight of Emma pulling her jeans up and rushing out of the house to respond to a call from the station would have surely added another cut to Regina's already bleeding heart.


Christmas Day, 2014

Regina only has a moment to revel in the warmth emanating from the body beside hers and the arm holding her possessively before she shrugs it aside to rush towards the bathroom, hoping desperately that her legs would carry her there. She clutches her abdomen as she heaves painfully into the toilet and she feels a hand holding her hair while rubbing her back. She was glad to have her shoulder length hair away from her face as she closed her eyes to enjoy the brief reprieve that her stomach had allowed her.

When it seemed like she has no more of herself to purge, she supports herself to stand with the toilet. Her lungs and muscles hurting from heaving and her legs were weak from kneeling. She feels arms circle her waist to support her and she smiles faintly at the break in her usual lone-wolf routine in the bathroom. She pointed to the sink, indicating that she wanted to wash up since she struggling to find her voice with her raw throat. Only receiving a solemn nod and creased brows as response, she looks into the mirror only to gaze into familiar brown orbs that previously held terrifying fire and alluring passion. She takes one last look at her own reflection and she proceeded with her morning routine.

Red used the bathroom in one of the guestrooms, which held toiletries that were identical to the ones she used at home. She had a few sets of clothes in the closet too, having slept over a few times in the past months. Not that Emma would know since there were quite a few guest rooms in Regina's mansion and hers was the closest to the stairs leading down to the kitchen and back door. Red used her sensitive hearing and track Regina's slow movements in the room. She was terrified for Regina's welfare after yesterday's incident but respected the brunette's need for privacy. Red was pretty sure she overstepped some invisible lines that Emma had set when she slept with Regina in their bed. Their relationship was purely sisterly and platonic from the start but there was an obvious sense of understanding between Regina and Red that had made Emma uncomfortable or rather, angrily possessive.

She wanted so badly to drag Emma and Henry by their ears out of Snow's loft. To scold them and maybe even throw a few punches, just to start off something that will allow her to break some bones. Preferably theirs. If she broke any, it would mean the end of them since the wolf rarely spared mercy to stupid foolish people. It was this dark, mischievous and dramatic side of her that made it possible for Regina and herself to be friends. They could always giggle like school girls about ridiculous taunts, flirtatious lines and imagined horrors. Regina fainted before she could complete her sentence but Red already guessed that the brunette would say something like that. Emma was too much like her father when it came to treating their significant other. It was sweet and "charming", the way that David would always find Snow but Regina isn't Snow and Emma's tight grip has twisted something so loving into a method of control, to have Regina ask for the Emma's and Henry's permission. Not that they ever extended the same courtesy to Regina, Red thought bitterly.

She would have to discuss some of her ideas with Regina once the woman decides on her clothes. Her sensitive hearing could hear Regina curse under her breath as her sister from thank-the-heavens-another mother walked slowly towards her room. It was amusing to hear her complain about loose fitting clothes when Red knew of women who would die for Regina's figure. But her thoughts made her frown as she remembered the cause for Regina's weight loss.

"Red? Are you ready?" Regina had regained her voice, her strength returning to her and that brought a wide grin to Red's face. Red's jaw dropped as she took in the gorgeous sight of Regina in skinny jeans and cashmere sweater. It wasn't the first time that Regina dressed casually but coupled with Regina's thin frame, it made her looked so devastatingly vulnerable and beautiful. Red had to hold herself back from taking Regina in her arms and crushing her in a tight hug. Her alpha-male overprotectiveness, as Regina calls it, would get her in trouble one day.

"Is there something wrong with what I'm wearing? Let me change. Then we can go see Granny and have breakfast with her," Regina said nervously, turning towards her own room but her trek is interrupted by Red's fingers curled around her wrists. She wasn't confident about her appearances, knowing that there was a possibility that she looked like how she felt on the inside-horrible. It didn't help that Emma couldn't stand to look at her, not even when they were having sex. Regina felt like she was transparent most of the time, except when Emma or Henry wanted something or a part of her.

"Nothing wrong with being the most gorgeous woman ever, Gina. Don't change. You look more than great, okay? Granny will be thrilled. I can't wait for our presents," Red teased, pulling the older brunette gently as her eyes conveyed her sincerity. It pained her to see the insecurity on Regina's face and when the day came for her to give Emma and Henry a piece of her mind on their treatment on Regina, she would tear a vein or two from under their skin. A gross overstatement but she would do the figurative equivalent when the time came for that.

Regina gave a small smile to Red as she found herself being led down the street towards the diner, decorated in festive decorations and bustling with Christmas breakfast crowd. Regina vaguely heard Red's chatter when her own eyes are drawn to a familiar flash of blonde hair in passionate lip-lock with a familiar leather-clad figure across the road. It was too late for Red to divert Regina's attention from what was happening and the wolf cursed herself for being too occupied with making sure Snow wasn't in the diner to realise the familiar scents.

Regina's legs betrayed her first and as she slumped into Red's tight hold, the previous faint blush in her cheeks lost, as she could only whisper her supposed true love's name before fainting.

"Emma."


2 weeks from Christmas Day, 2014

It didn't matter that Regina was not awake to see Emma leave, the brunette was more conscious than she liked when she woke up shivering and nauseous on the desk in just her bra. Regina winced as her feet finally landed on the carpeted floor after slowly stretching her stiff legs to successfully remove herself from the desk. She was sore in every part of her body, especially in between her legs and her heart. She didn't let go of her desk until she was sure that she could make the trek between the desk and the nearest item of clothing. She internally thanked whatever deity who was witnessing such her embarrassment that Henry was staying over at the Tillmans'.

As she made the slow crawled around the room to collect her clothes around the room, having been thrown and torn apart carelessly by Emma, she kept her thoughts focused on this activity. She had to, she couldn't come undone or she would have nothing left. When she was dressed as best as she could, she made her slow journey towards the master bathroom. The December winds were harsh and despite the central heating, Regina had caught a slight sniffle from having fallen asleep on the desk since the fireplace wasn't lit. If she had the energy, Regina would laugh mirthlessly at the fact that she was treated no better than a common whore in her own house by her true love.

If Regina had allowed her mind to stray into more complex thoughts as she scrubbed her skin raw in the bathtub, she would weep over the fact that she was a sex toy to her true love, a bank to her son and a housekeeper to the both of them. She should have known that the true love that she deserved would not be the eternal happiness and unconditional love that Snow and Charming kept bragging about. She guessed that even villains who did get their happy endings would receive the villain's version.

It wasn't the first time that Emma had spent time with her with the sole purpose of sex but the added cut to her heart was that she had been left so worthlessly on the desk. She had taught and Emma, in turn, had mastered the magic of dressing (and undressing) someone by their third magic lesson after the incident with Ingrid, Elsa and Anna. Emma constantly boasted that she could do it in less than 2 seconds and Regina sobbed in the tub of hot water, hugging her knees to her chest. She wasn't even worth 2 seconds of Emma's time. She was convinced she was worth nothing and to expect a note from Emma would be an unfair expectation since Emma was constantly busy.

Regina didn't need to cry herself to sleep when all parts of her body was aching and her heart was bruised beyond recognition. Regina was beyond recognition to even herself and in her curled up fetal position on the bed, she had a wistful thought of never waking up from her slumber.


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