Finally finished this chapter and didn't want to wait for the weekend before I posted it! Feel free to thank me if you wish in a lovely little review (not necessary, but reviews are greatly appreciated) ;D
I hope to work double time to get more chapters of this and Settling the Score done next week with the free time I have so...fingers crossed! For now, enjoy. :)
For the last time before the party, Emma stood on a platform in her dress as she looked herself over in the mirror once again. She smiles as she turns from side to side to get a good view of the gown and paid no attention to the cut on her bicep.
Snow, however, paid close attention to the cut and not much else.
"How on earth did you hurt yourself this time," Snow asked with a frown.
"Fell out of a tree," she lied.
Snow disapprovingly shook her head.
"You're twenty-eight years old and you're still climbing up trees?"
"It helps me think," she told the truth that time, though she hadn't been in a tree in the last week or so.
"Unbelievable," Snow muttered in a sigh.
Emma rolled her eyes.
"Don't worry. I'll be a perfect lady at the ball tonight. In fact, I'll be a perfect, Charming Princess."
As if on cue, Charming walked into the room with a hand over his eyes.
"Is everyone decent," he asked as he held out his other hand to prevent himself from running into anything.
Snow smiled and giggled at her husband, still a clumsy but gallant man that could make her laugh after all the years spent together.
"Yes," Snow answered as she reached out and touched Charming's hand.
She pulled it away from his face and he opened his eyes.
He smiled at Snow then turned his head and saw Emma on the platform. She nearly glowed as she stood there, his daughter all grown up.
"You look...beautiful, Emma," he said as he almost lost all the words that came to his mind.
Emma smiled, happy to not fight with her parents, especially at her age, and looked herself over in the mirror again.
"You think so?"
She looked over her shoulder as she admired the low cut back to the dress that came together at the small of her back. Her long blonde curls cascaded to her shoulder blades and her green eyes popped in a cream colored dress.
The dress had gold accents in the swirly designs that started from the bottom and came up to short, tight sleeves that only covered her shoulders.
She turned back around and felt a tugging sensation in her chest. She felt it beat faster with anticipation for the night ahead and giddily smiled into the mirror.
Regina fanned out her hair as she decided to wear most of it down and only a section of it in a butterfly clip, something unlike the Evil Queen's style. She examined her dark, alluring purple dress that wrapped tightly around her chest but left her shoulders and upper back bare to be gawked at under enchanting lights.
She grabbed her ring from the vanity and stared down at it as she remembered the person who gave it to her. Daniel.
The moment didn't last long as she reminded herself not to cry. She looked back into the mirror as she slipped it onto her right forefinger and took a deep breath. She needed to keep her thoughts focused on her goal for the evening, find the Princess and hold her hostage. She wanted to see Snow squirm, worry day after day what the Evil Queen could do to her precious daughter. Then, when Snow offered herself in place of Emma, she'd rip the betrayer's heart out and crush it with her bare hand.
She picked up her mask and held it in front of her face for a fleeting moment before she felt a familiar pull inside her. Her body temperature increased as her heart beat faster and she started to feel drawn to something in the distance, something she couldn't see.
Her stomach twisted into knots that made her feel uneasy as she questioned what was happening to her. After a minute, the tension dissipated and turned into fluttering butterflies that flew from the pit of her stomach up to her heart. The feeling festered, but after getting used to it she welcomed it.
She smiled in the mirror, a genuine smile. She liked the way she felt and liked even more the look on her face, a return of innocence she'd long lost.
She applied the finishing touches to her make up then grinned and went to fetch her driver. She stepped outside at the front of her dark palace and snapped her fingers. Magically, her black velvet-like carriage appeared in the near distance.
A horse whinnied and strode forward to greet her in a welcoming manner. The driver didn't seem the least bit fazed, like he'd been summoned that way plenty of times before, and just accepted it.
He stopped the horse when the carriage door was only a few feet away from the Evil Queen and stoically waited for her to climb in.
"Glad to see you finally know your place," Regina grinned as she admired his silence. "I wouldn't want to hear you blathering on about nothing and ruin this night beyond salvaging like you've already done too many times."
She opened the carriage door herself, as she'd told the driver to allow her to do to save time, and got in. She got comfortable than dismissively flicked her wrist in the driver's direction.
The driver smacked the reins and the horse neighed before they were on their way.
The ride took only ten minutes from her palace to the glowing blue barrier and the driver stopped as close to the barrier as his conscience willed him to get.
Regina carefully got out of the carriage with a frown as she glared at the unnecessary distance between them and the barrier.
"Could you have stopped any further from my destination," she bitterly asked as she came around to the front of the carriage.
"I'm sorry, your Majesty, but it's not safe. I don't think you should enter."
"Do you think I care for your concerns because I don't. Thank you for your services. You are no longer needed."
She waved her hand at him again and a transparent purple field surrounded him then descended his body from his head to his feet.
He shook at the tingling feeling the magic gave him then rode off without his consent.
Regina turned to the barrier, bored from her interaction with the driver. She stopped close to the blue lights and inspected it. She noted the amount of magic that went into it, strong magic and strong will. Snow White and her Prince certainly wanted to protect Emma and rightfully so, but Regina wickedly chuckled as she knew they couldn't keep her from their daughter.
She held her hand up to the barrier and felt the energy both light and dark magic gave off like a shock wave. She closed her eyes and let the protective magic pump through her veins like her boiling blood that heated with anticipation.
Her lips parted as she felt that magnetic pull under the glow of the moon. She could hear party-goers in the distance and wanted nothing more than to find her way in. She desperately wanted to respond to the pull, to find the source of the tug in her heart and stomach though she already suspected the culprit.
She blew out a sigh and focused. She remembered baby Emma, the first time she saw the girl. She remembered the fleeting second of green eyes staring up into her brown eyes, how she felt connected to the little thing in her sworn enemy's arms.
"Emma," she whispered against the barrier.
Her heart pounded once in her chest at the sound of the girl's name, but it wasn't her doing. It was part of the same magnetic pull, like a response to the name itself.
She started moving to her left, her eyes still closed as her hands hovered close to the barrier as she tried to feel out the opening. She let the pulling force guide her until her hands slipped inside the barrier, nothing there to defend the kingdom against her plan of attack.
She opened her eyes and smirked as she stared into the kingdom through unclouded vision, the barrier walls not in direct eye sight as she looked straight ahead.
She grinned and took a cautious step through the opening. Once on the other side of the barrier, she looked back at the blue light and chuckled at the harmless thing.
"If it's so powerful, how was one girl able to weaken it," she asked aloud as she shook her head.
She turned back toward the grand palace and moved forward in the direction of the music and conversing socialites in the distance.
After several minutes, she stared up at the lively palace as lights flickered and glowed while people filed in and out of the place without a care. She looked around at all the masks and, though she couldn't recognize anyone, she knew she'd caused every single one of them to suffer during her reign.
She smirked at the thought and continued toward the palace. She crept in through the back entrance, like she had the night she tried to curse the land, and followed the music to the grand hall. Once there, out in the open, she watched couples dance and laugh across the marble floor in front of the staircase.
She remembered when the King, her late husband, had thrown parties in honor of his daughter and in recognition for the efforts of his people. She never really cared for them due to the fact that she only served as the King's plus one, an attractive woman to make him look good in front of the rest of the kingdom. No one even noticed her unless he kissed her cheek or guided her onto the dance floor. Even then, they really only looked at him, only praised him in whispers for his ability to find a Queen soon after his beloved wife's death.
She was a prize that only had so much worth and that didn't include knowing her name, at least until she took over the kingdom out of revenge. Then she made sure her name echoed loudly across the land. She made sure it echoed enough to instill fear in those without magic, those who had followed the King's lead and hung on his every word.
Before she had the man killed, he never once had a masquerade ball. He wanted to know who his guests were so he could thank them for their attendance. More than that, he wanted to know who he could trust. There were plenty of people in the kingdom and he had his doubts that everyone adored him.
He was right, but the person that wronged him in the end was the one person he thought enjoyed his company more than anyone else other than his daughter Snow. He was a fool to think Regina had been happy, but then her happiness was never high on anyone's list of priorities except her own.
So she hid in the shadows of the ball and watched. She reveled in the sight of the blissfully ignorant, though she couldn't care less about them. Her sole purpose that night would be to find Emma and finally make Snow pay for her betrayal. She'd waited too long to make good on her promise of "soon enough" to the girl and it was time she get her happy ending.
She glided past people and made her way up the stairs. She looked down the three corridors that branched out from the landing for a few moments each, one to the left, one to the right, and another straight ahead, before she made a decision. She sauntered down the left hall and tried not to look lost. She knew the palace better than most of the people inside it, but she didn't need to know how to get to the kitchen. She needed to find Emma. She couldn't risk being approached by anyone that would try to help her for fear of losing her patience and being recognized.
Suddenly, a fit of laughter irrupted from two women in the opposite direction and caught Regina's attention. She spun around in time to notice two brunettes head into the grand ballroom linked together arm in arm.
Of course, she thought as she made her way toward the room.
A different song than the one playing in the grand hall sounded from the ballroom.
When the Charming's threw a party, they made sure everyone was satisfied.
It may have been a ballroom, but the music that played was less than eloquent, especially in comparison to the music in the grand hall. She had never heard such music played at a royal party, but she would be lying if she said she didn't like it.
She glanced around the room and took in her surroundings. Though she couldn't be certain, she felt the room was filled with a much younger crowd. She didn't mind either because she'd done well to keep herself youthful and resilient. She didn't doubt for a second she would fit in.
The song changed and those dancing had to feel out a new rhythm. They took only seconds to correct their paces to match the beat of the music and paired off as called for by the song. It was slower than the last and meant to be shared with someone.
She stared at them and wondered why she couldn't have had that. She didn't need a party or royalty to dance with someone she loved. Ever since she became the Queen though, she never felt loved.
Someone cleared their throat behind Regina and caused her to jump before she turned to face her masked company.
"You don't look pleased," the woman stated.
Regina looked her over. She wore a white dress with gold accents that accentuated her curves as well as her supple breasts. Blonde curls flowed down her back and her pale face was hidden behind a gold mask lined with diamonds.
"I...I only recently arrived," she responded as she tried to make out the blonde's eye color, but couldn't.
"That's no excuse," the blonde smiled. "What would make you happy?"
Regina inhaled and tried to think of a good answer. She couldn't very well tell the woman her plan.
"I suppose a dance partner would help," she said after she scanned the room again.
"Are you looking for one or hoping one will come to you?"
"What difference would that make."
The blonde laughed.
"Every bit of difference."
The blonde looked at Regina from head to toe then held out her hand.
"Come with me."
Regina frowned.
"Where to?"
"You'll see."
Regina looked from the blonde's eyes to her extended hand. She looked around the room in case Emma had arrived.
The blonde pushed her hand closer to Regina's and ran the pad of her thumb across the back of the brunette's hand.
Regina whipped her head around and stared down at their hands.
"I promise where we're going will make you happy," the blonde said as she invitingly ran her thumb back over Regina's hand in the opposite direction.
She pulled her hand away, though continued to offer it to Regina as she stared into the woman's eyes.
"Careful what you promise me, dear," Regina said after a moment as she looked up into the blonde's eyes. "Break one and you'll only live to regret it."
"I don't usually promise people anything because my promises are more like guarantees. You should consider yourself lucky," she grinned.
Regina slowly smiled and took her hand.
The blonde led them out of the room and down an all too familiar corridor. She guided Regina out of the palace through the back, the secret way Regina had used to get in, and took her into the forest.
"You shouldn't be out here. It's dangerous," Regina warned though she didn't resist the blonde's pull.
"Safe is boring. ...You're not scared, are you?"
Regina wickedly chuckled.
"Not many things scare me," she confessed.
The blonde turned and flash a wide smile as she hurried forward.
"Good."
She led Regina far enough from the party that the sounds from the palace were like a distant memory. They were deep within the forest, lit only by the bright moon overhead, when she spun Regina in front of her.
Regina's breath caught in her throat at the sudden change in direction.
The blonde gripped Regina's hands in hers and pulled her closer to avoid slamming the woman against the tree a few feet behind her. She took one of Regina's hands and placed it on her shoulder as she placed one of hers on Regina's hip.
She held Regina's left hand in hers and started to sway in the moonlight with the brunette.
"There's no music."
The blonde smiled.
"Then let's make some."
Regina frowned, confused by the blonde's words.
"How?"
"Listen."
Regina tried to hear what the blonde must have heard, but couldn't find the rhythm. She shook her head.
"I don't hear anything."
"Close your eyes."
Regina stared at the blonde for several seconds.
"You don't trust me."
"I don't even know you," Regina defended.
"Well, I'd tell you, but then...what's the point of a masquerade ball if we know who everyone is? Takes the fun out of guessing, don't you think? ...Now, close your eyes."
Her voice was soft and nonthreatening. Though it was a command, Regina felt safe enough that if she didn't want to do it, the blonde wouldn't force her.
She relaxed and finally closed her eyes.
"Listen," the blonde repeated.
Regina tried not to think. She tried to do what she thought closing her eyes meant for her to do. She had to feel it, like magic. She had to feel their surroundings, feel nature. She listened as she shut out all other thoughts and pushed them far back into her mind so she could focus on the moment.
She heard leaves and branches rustling in the breeze. She heard crickets chirp like a ticking metronome, but the loudest sound she could hear was the beat of her own heart.
She parted her lips, her eyes still closed, as she fell in sync with the blonde. She tightened her grip on the woman's shoulder and took a step closer that still left a bit of space between them.
The blonde smiled at Regina as she stared at her peaceful demeanor. She pulled Regina in by the hip until their bodies pressed against each other. She moved her head beside Regina's and continued to dance with her.
Regina had opened her eyes the instant their bodies collided. She didn't tense, but if the blonde had been able to see her eyes in that moment she would've seen a brief panic flash in them. She rested her head next to the blonde's anyway and the panic left her brown eyes.
They danced for another minute until Regina pulled away to gaze into the blonde's eyes. She still couldn't tell the color, but they were soulful and alluring. She couldn't look away even if she tried.
"Do you want to go back," the blonde asked.
Regina shook her head, but didn't say a word. She just kept staring into the blonde's eyes.
The blonde stared back as she tried to read the situation. She didn't know what to do, but she knew what she wanted to do. She let go of Regina's hand and used hers to cup the woman's cheek.
Regina parted her lips again and wrapped her arms around the blonde's neck.
The blonde leaned in and dropped her hand from Regina's face to her other hip. She held the brunette against her as she kissed Regina. She held back at first and used only her lips to sweetly capture Regina's.
Regina pressed her wrists into the back of the blonde's neck to keep her close during their next kiss as she opened her mouth to grant the blonde access.
Their masks scraped against each other as their kisses became more heated.
The blonde jumped at the opportunity and slid her tongue past soft lips to explore the depths of Regina's hot, welcoming mouth. She stepped forward and pinned the brunette against the tree she earlier avoided.
Regina moved a hand from the younger woman's neck down to her lower back. On the way down, her index and middle fingertips gently swept across the woman's exposed skin along her spine.
The blonde sighed between kisses and pushed her lower body against Regina's. She slipped a knee between Regina's thighs, though the two of them only felt the dresses ride up instead of the others' thighs against them.
Regina used the hand still at the younger woman's neck to peel off the blonde's left dress sleeve. The dress was tight around her breasts so the sleeve only fell halfway down her bicep and revealed her right shoulder. She let her fingers roam over the new expanse of smooth skin available to her as she ran her other hand up the younger woman's back, retreating from the blonde's backside.
The blonde pulled Regina closer as she gripped the brunette's lower back. They were as close as they could physically get with their clothes on.
Regina moaned and wrestled with the younger woman's tongue for a little longer. She touched a hand to the blonde's chest and pushed her away.
The younger woman frowned.
"Are you not happy?"
Regina smiled.
"I am."
"Then what's wrong?"
"We shouldn't do this here."
"But if we go back to the palace-"
"Unless you need to be there, we're not going to the palace," she huskily said.
The blonde bit her bottom lip.
"Take me."
Regina grinned.
"Gladly, dear. Follow me," she said as she took the blonde's hand and led her out of the forest.
Emma would have to wait. Regina had needs and the blonde would more than satisfy them. It'd been too long since she'd been intimate with someone, since she'd felt connected to someone aside from the recent magnetic pull. It was time to enjoy the feeling.
She and the blonde hurried side by side to the barrier.
Inches away from the blue magic, the blonde stopped but kept her hand in Regina's.
"What's wrong?"
"You...you live outside the kingdom?"
Regina's jaw dropped slight as she slowly turned and stepped closer to the blonde.
"Yes," she reluctantly replied.
Regina waited for the younger woman to say something, but she never did.
"Do you want to stay?"
The blonde looked back at the palace in the distance then at the barrier. When her eyes found Regina's she smiled.
"No."
Regina grinned then pulled the blonde into a kiss. She turned to the barrier and headed toward the opening.
The blonde followed after her, their hands still clasped together, as they made their way through the barrier.
In that moment, Regina wished she could use her magic to get them to her palace faster, but she couldn't risk the exposure. Instead, she tried not to think of all the things she would do to the blonde back at her palace. She pulled the blonde in front of her and held her hands from behind.
"If I'm supposed to lead the way, tell me you'll push me in the right direction," the younger woman said with a smile as she leaned back into Regina.
"Of course, dear. Push, shove, anything that involves my hands on you," she purred in the blonde's ear.
The younger woman shivered against her. She devilishly grinned and used a hand to pull blonde tresses out of her way, her fingers still laced with the younger woman's. She leaned in and kissed the blonde's neck and followed it with a gentle bite.
The blonde moaned and let go of one of Regina's hands to reach behind her and tangle her fingers in her long, wavy hair.
"Patience," Regina elongated the word in a sultry tone as her lips hovered over the younger woman's neck.
The blonde's heart began to race as her breathing quickened. She slowed down to a near stop and Regina slowed with her.
"We'll never make it to my place before sunrise if we stop now," Regina told her.
"I don't care," the younger woman said as she spun around in Regina's arms to face her.
She kissed Regina before the brunette had time to react. After a few quick but passionate kisses, Regina smiled and grabbed her by the waist. She lifted the blonde off the ground and steadied her in the air with her hand on the woman's backside.
The blonde wrapped her legs around Regina's waist and her dress bunched up around her hips.
Regina ran a hand up the back of the blonde's left thigh and made her moan the closer she got to her sex. She nibbled at the younger woman's bottom lip and teasingly stopped her fingers less than an inch away from the woman's center.
The blonde gasped as Regina continued to nibble on her lip and titled her head back.
"I want to go to your place," she breathlessly said.
Regina let go of the blonde's bottom lip.
"Then be patient. You're the one who stopped."
Regina set her down and took her by the hand again. She walked beside the blonde as they continued to her palace. She kept her hands to herself, other than the one in the younger woman's, to ensure they got to the palace without any further distractions.
After fifteen minutes, the two were staring at the dark castle as they desperately moved toward it.
Suddenly, the blonde felt a feeling of familiarity build up inside of her. She looked quizzically over the gloomy palace then looked around at the surrounding forest.
"I've been here before," she said.
"Have you?"
"Yes, I believe I have. Just the other day, in fact."
"The other day."
The blonde nodded as she continued to stare at it. She thought about when she'd been there and remembered the man who had warned her about his daughter.
"He was afraid," she mumbled as she meant to keep her thoughts from that point on internal.
"I'm sorry, dear?"
She stared at the palace for a few more seconds before she shook her head and turned to Regina.
"Nothing," she said. "This place is really familiar. I doubt I've been here before. How could I when you and I just met?"
Regina flashed a smile and gave a single nod.
"Come along. I have quite a few ideas for what we can do inside," she carnivorously grinned.
The blonde bit her bottom lip as she tried to contain her excitement, but she decided there wasn't much need as the brunette led her to the front door.
Inside, the younger woman looked around at the dimly lit palace. It almost mirrored her own, but with a few alterations to the floor plan and a much darker, dangerously alluring mood to it. Her palace was supposed to symbolize hope and light, salvation, while the brunette's seemed more like a symbol of loss and suffering.
"Shall we wait until I get you in my chamber or would you like to get on with it," Regina asked with a smirk.
The younger woman grinned.
"Your bedroom sounds like a good place to start."
"What if I can't wait another second," Regina asked in a low tone as she backed the younger woman into the nearest wall.
"I..." the blonde was speechless, lost in Regina's brown eyes, though with the lack of light in the palace they looked pitch black.
Regina's grin faded as she looked over the younger woman.
"Have you ever done this before?"
"With another woman?"
"With anyone."
The blonde hesitated.
Regina took a step back.
"Oh," she said.
"That doesn't make me undesirable, does it?"
"No, of course not," Regina shook her head and got closer again to reassure the blonde she spoke the truth. "But that does change things."
"How?"
"We'll go slow. That is...if you want to do this."
"I want to. I wouldn't have come this far if I didn't want to."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm old enough. I should have a husband by now, maybe even a child or two."
"And why is that not true?"
"Other things...mattered more."
"Like what?"
"I don't know. Exploring. Being me. Doing what I wanted and not what everyone expects of me. I didn't choose the life I have now."
"Do you not want the life you have?"
"I..." she trailed off then sighed before she continued. "There's something in me, this feeling I get from time to time. Whenever my parents try to marry me off or remind me about my responsibilities, there's something that tells me it's not right. Nothing in my life feels right. Not until..."
She trailed off again and looked down.
Regina hooked her index finger under the younger woman's chin and lifted her head to make eye contact.
"Until what, dear?"
"Until now."
Regina smiled. She wanted to use the girl and move on, get back to her search for Emma in her thirst for vengeance, but there was one thing she couldn't do. Of all the horrible things she had done as the Evil Queen, she couldn't steal a girl's innocence the way she would've if she hadn't asked the blonde. She knew innocence was all too precious to destroy and rip apart, though she wanted to do many unsavory things to the younger woman in front of her.
Regina looked at the blonde and slowly leaned in. She sweetly kissed the younger woman and rested a hand on the blonde's neck.
"Have you ever done this...with a woman," the blonde asked a moment after Regina pulled back.
She shook her head.
"But I've been with someone else."
"And why aren't you with them?"
"Because I didn't love him. ...I could never love him."
"Have you ever been in love?"
Regina flashed a smile but it quickly faded away as thoughts of Daniel came flooding to the surface. She wasn't reduced to tears, but she felt a pang in her heart.
"Yes."
"What happened?"
"Other things mattered more," she echoed the blonde's words as she looked back into the younger woman's eyes. "Not to me, but I didn't have control over my life then. Not like I do now."
"What was it like? Being in love."
"Safe...and not in a boring way," she smiled at the blonde.
The blonde smiled back as she caught the reference the brunette made to her earlier comment.
"For the first time in my life, I no longer had to walk on egg shells. I was going to run away with him and we would be together. He wouldn't let me fall. He wouldn't hurt me. I didn't have to worry about my mother or the life she wanted for me. All I had was him and he felt like home. I knew in my heart wherever we went, I'd be home as long as we were together."
The younger woman smiled at the sentiment.
"It's strange," the blonde started. "That feeling I get that tells me everything is wrong...it kind of makes me feel like that. I feel weightless when it hits me. It catches me off guard and even though I've felt it my entire life, it makes me feel uneasy at first. But...after a few seconds, It makes me melt inside. Is that odd?"
Regina looked straight into the blonde's eyes when she took the woman by her hands. She shook her head and guided the woman away from the wall, toward the stairs. She led her up to her bedroom and lit the candle by the doorway. The soft orange light flickered as she positioned the blonde with her back to the bed.
She leaned in and kissed the younger woman again as she let go of the blonde's hands. She ran her hands up the woman's arms and stopped when her fingers touched the gold mask.
The kiss lingered though she'd broken it and waited for the blonde's eyes to open before she spoke.
"Are we done being mysterious," she asked with a playful grin.
The younger woman smiled.
"That feeling I mentioned...? It's telling me to trust you."
Bad move, Regina thought.
"So I trust you."
Regina smiled at her once again before she spoke.
"Together?"
The younger woman brought her hands to the purple mask and waited.
"Together," the blonde responded.
"One," Regina slowly started. "Two...three."
They lifted the masks and came together in a kiss before they could see the others' true identity. They slowly brought the masks down to their sides and wrapped themselves around each other, Regina's hand on the blonde's waist while the younger woman lightly rested her thumb against Regina's jaw.
They pulled away and kept their eyes closed for a few more seconds before they faced reality once again.
Regina opened her eyes first and stared at the blonde's eyelids less than a second before she opened them. She found herself staring into green eyes and instantly fell into a trance. Though it had been years, the girl's look still had the same affect on her.
"Emma," she whispered.
Emma looked over the woman's features carefully. She stared into those deep brown eyes and squinted as she thought about the dark palace. It was the same creepy, sinister place she had been only days ago when the man had warned her. Her memories hadn't failed her. She had in deed been there and the man that warned her to stay away wasn't just talking about his daughter.
When Regina grinned after she snapped out of her haze, Emma knew the man had tried to warn her about the Evil Queen.
"It's you," Emma said as her eyes went wide.
"Yes," Regina hissed.
Emma tried to make a break for the door, but Regina's hand coiled around her neck and held her in place. Her eyes as wide as saucers, she stared at Regina in fear.
Regina chuckled then leaned in and kissed her. She was careful not to choke Emma with the hand she had around her neck. That wasn't her intention. She just wanted to keep the girl in reach.
She gripped at the part of Emma's dress that clung her right hip and lustfully pulled the blonde into her. When she broke the kiss, she moved her hand from Emma's neck to her shoulder and pushed the girl onto the bed.
"I'm going to have fun with you," she cockily purred as she stared down at the tense blonde.
She bent down and ran her hands across the bed until her lips hovered over Emma's and rested her hands on the bed above Emma's shoulders. She pressed their centers flush against each other.
Emma bit her bottom lip at the feeling. She hated herself for it, but it wasn't long ago the woman was just a brunette standing alone at her birthday party, unhappy and without a dance partner.
Regina laughed as she recognized the girl's conflicting thoughts as they appeared clear as day across her face.
"Don't worry, dear. This won't hurt you as much as it will your mother."
"You really are going to use me to get to her, aren't you."
"What else would I do with you?"
"I defended you."
"Not the best thing to do."
"But...you...I..."
Regina shook her head.
"Well? Spit it out!"
Emma sighed in frustration and defeat.
"It must be my lucky day. First you make that opening in the barrier and then you drag me away from the party. And it's only going to get better for me."
Emma gulped and shook her head.
"What? You don't think so," the Evil Queen asked her.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because Snow White deserves to pay for what she did."
"What did she even do to you?!"
"Has she told you anything about me?"
"Several times. Nothing good. I just didn't believe her."
"Your mistake."
Regina pushed off the bed and stood. She grabbed Emma's hand and yanked the blonde to her feet. She snapped her fingers and a cage appeared near the foot of the bed. She waved her hand in front of Emma and flung it toward the cage.
The cage door swung open as Regina magically threw Emma inside.
Her back hit the far wall of the cage and she collapsed with a grunt as she slid down the bars. She stared at Regina as the brunette shut and locked the door with the flick of her wrist. She tried to see the softer side of the Evil Queen, but the warm look had left her brown eyes as they were then filled with hate and thrilling satisfaction.
Regina spoke with a sultry tone, her eyes dark as she sinfully grinned.
"You might want to get comfortable, dear."
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