Title: Thanks to Regina, Wicked is Coming part 2
Author: MinaRobins
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: Wicked Queen, Zelena/Regina Mills, Regina Mills/Emma Swan
Rating: M
Summary: Their relationship is not as it seems.
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Zelena's want to please and need for acknowledgement and love was stronger than even Regina's. They've both had moments of insanity but Zelena's are more violent, more powerful and crazed than her own has ever been. They both want each other, they truly do but it's unbalanced. Zelena needs to be the only thing Regina could care for but her heart remains set around Henry, the child that no longer remember her. The Wicked witch makes it a goal to hide it, that yearning, and for those thankful times of lucidity she sees that she frightens Regina. Though Regina hasn't fully caught onto her own fear, she does not understand it quite yet because she doesn't want to, she's taking as much comfort as she can from their encounters and the affection she feels is acquainted as Cora's, it's a familiar leash her neck and the incarceration also translate to safety. "Sister." Regina tilts her head slightly, her arms still bounded together by iridescent chains of green magic. Her eyes are hooded with a satisfaction that makes a tolling day with the Charmings seem distant.
"Sister," Zelena calls again, loving that term, cherishing the link between them, "don't be so distracted, you've hardly returned the favour."
"I wasn't aware that we're keeping track." Regina murmurs back half-heartedly, barely wiggling as Zelena straddled her hips.
Time and intimacy has made them much more attuned to each other, more capable of bending instead of snapping.
"But we are, my little Regina."
The word 'little' makes Regina's expression scrunch up and sour, her hands now illuminated as she deliberately summoned her abilities to break free. Though whatever small factors of control Regina had on Zelena, she did not have the same magical potential. It pained her to admit that the magic she possessed was not greater than Cora's, that Rumple had never expected her to exceed in anything other than his directed path.
It hurt her still to admit that her struggle was only making her wrist raw instead of actually managing to attain freedom. Pain is a delicious emotion and it fuels her, makes her struggle hard against her captor's grasp. She was never good enough and never will be, she was never expected to amount to much and had lost everything because she was so lacking. Regina's eyes darkened and then shone with a purpling glow, she gritted her teeth, grinding them as she bucked her hips into Zelena's. She placed her entire effort to break out of this unwanted hold and it was futile from achieving anything else but getting her blood to spoil her pillow casing and drip down her arms. The air around her tastes stale and the gentle atmosphere shifted to allow the turmoil to surface. With each ragged breath she dragged into her waning body the rawer it made her insides feel. "Now now, shhhh, shhhh." Zelena bends as a predator to a kill, she licks at the crimson liquid, letting it burn her mouth but settle on her tongue. Regina bristled at the condescending movement, ignoring the genuine care in her sister's voice. When Regina refused to submit, still moving and fighting with every single inch of her ability Zelena let her hand fly, hitting with a resolute smack against Regina's cheek. "That," her tone a perfect mimic of Cora's even though she had yet to spend all that much time with their mother, "is quite enough."
There's vicious fire in Zelena's eyes and Regina has been tempting it with her prolonged struggle, her lip is split and her wild anger is forced to simmer down to a hidden froth. Regina steels herself, outwardly relaxing once again. She did not need to win in a fruitless attempt, she has accepted her subpar magic skills when compared to a woman that had capabilities beyond imagine. She had never seen such power, not since witnessing her son's other mother open portals and she has even heard about Emma's ability to keep her heart against Cora's wishes.
No one had ever gone against Cora and succeeded.
No one but Emma.
Thinking about the Saviour calms her, knowing that Henry is safe and cared for. God knows what cared for means for what was essentially a teenage mother in terms of experience but Emma has her gift of memories, she can only hope. The thought of her estranged family helps shove down her reckless temperament that always boils so close to the surface.
"Sister," Regina uses that title less, she understands how ill their relationship was and how much they both preen from the acknowledgement of shared blood, "come and have a seat."
Regina rarely addresses Zelena as her elder sister so when she does it often curbs the ire in hazel eyes. She sees it as a weakness, to succumb to her wanting and allow spoken words to lessen the neediness. Zelena has no qualms about it though; she has had so little her entire life that she grasps and cloisters with each manic snatching motion.
"I…" Zelena grins, wide and maniacal, "right, what a better way to shut your pretty mouth." "You're going to have to be closer than that." Regina comments when Zelena has stilled with a knee on either side of her head, not quite near enough to kiss.
"Maybe I want you to make an effort, sister."
Regina lets her tongue slide over her lips until they glimmered, it made her smile glossy and dangerous towards Zelena's skin, "Maybe you're too afraid to-" Zelena yawns to hide the sting she feels when she elegantly lowers herself down onto her sister's waiting mouth, silencing the mantra of barbs. It's an acquired taste to enjoy the pain she has to endure but Regina's motions make it so much easier.
Pain and pleasure has always been the theme of their dalliance and nothing stresses that more when Regina has her wet mouth against Zelena's body. The liquid sizzles into each plane of green skin, envy reacts violently with cleansing water. What was supposed heal, to cool and refresh only brought Zelena discomfort. Jealousy has been instilled in her body for too long, the colours don't fade even after they've gotten together. She has Regina but she still wants more, she wants all of it but the conundrum of getting it all could mean the end of Regina. Their familial bond stayed her from executing her previous plan.
Things had to be changed, had to be altered if she were to keep this.
Regina drags her tongue gratingly along, unhurried over Zelena's labia. Zelena gasps and turns her head, her nails breaking into the wooden headboard of Regina's bed. Regina was just generating pain at this moment, going too slow to build up a momentum that would help her sister crest. Regina needs her hands to spread Zelena wider but she has worked with less and with her sister agitating grinding down into her mouth she supposed that her bound wrists would not be a problem.
There's no affectionate encouragement, no hand combs through Regina's hair. Zelena tugs a handful of luscious darkness into one of her hands and yanks for more of Regina. Her eyes are open now, livid as she grinds herself into a fervent rhythm and Regina returns in kind. Regina focuses and matches the twitching pace, taking the clit between her teeth and biting down. With the maddening throbbing caught, Zelena has to hold still, she's so close, her breath ragged and the madness returning to her gaze. "Sister!" Regina lets go only to pave her tongue along elaborate trails, she enjoys the velvet quality of the vibrant pink nestled between her sister's legs. It's a gauche colour pairing of pink and green and the first time she had gone down on Zelena had made her spill endless remarks until punishing magic corded around her neck. She had still won that bout as she has most of their fights. Zelena does not have the temperament to wait. She strives for things ambitiously and takes them whenever she's able. She may be overflowing with magic but falls completely short when dealings required the traits of patience.
Regina forms letters with her tongue, spelling out a name that did not belong to the woman above her. She stops as soon as she hits the first 'M' and changes into circles instead. Zelena bucks at the sudden shift in tactics and rolls her hips to meet the moment Regina plunges the tip of her tongue in. Zelena tastes faintly like Cora and Regina would admit that she perhaps should not take such pleasure from that flavour. They are so very fucked up.
Zelena's pushing down so hard that all Regina can taste and take in is her sister. If Zelena was trying to suffocate her then she was doing a superb job. It would feel like quitting if she were to fail to make Zelena come before she drew her last breath. Zelena is trembling and when they make eye contact it makes her sane enough to realize what she was doing.
This was the first time but there will be others that make Regina think that there's something more, that her stumbling inability to hide her yearning during their first tryst had begun something more twisted. It was moments like these, like how Zelena pulled away with significant consideration for the wellbeing of another, of Regina specifically that hinted at how their encounters were glacially changing.
The woman above her whimpers at the loss of constant touch, pained at having to pull away so soon. Regina smirks with something evidently close to affection and speaks in the language of magic. Her tongue elongates and coils and bulges with the incantation. The spell sparks and ends by making the tip of her tongue split apart to forked points, it's prehensile enough to curl around Zelena's clit, doubling over and around that tiny bulb before constricting into a tight squeeze.
Zelena is a vocal thing, wanting everyone to know how much she was enjoying herself at all times and right now she thrashes and yells. She doesn't stop Regina's ministrations since as fast as the saliva sears and burns her skin her own ability heals her from the wounds. It's a continuous cycle of blighting pain and luscious sensation since Regina's magic is speeding the healing process as well. Regina turns her head and presses her cum covered lips into a trembling thigh, listening for the sizzle and then letting her tongue roll over the puckered skin to make the knitting of flesh even quicker. "That… is supposed to be a healing spell?" Zelena shakes her head in disbelief, "And the elvish call us strange."
"Let's not be hasty to judge, they've always had rather tapered forms and their tongues were made too long to fit entirely in their sharp little mouths." Regina replies, the shape of her tongue making her words almost slur together. Almost.
"Their acclaimed beauty is a strange one," Zelena watches as Regina slithers that tongue along her inner thigh, working back up to where she needed it most, "do get on with it."
Zelena shudders when Regina complies and fully pushes her tongue inside and when her sister comes with a groan and sits back with a sigh, Regina only releases a small 'omph' from the sudden weight on her collar bones.
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Zelena plunges her hand into the Evil Queen's chest but finds that familiar weight to be missing. It's more than upsetting when her fingers curl around nothing but emptiness because now that her sister does not remember her, it apparently meant certain plays were out of the equation.
"I suppose nothing could occur the same way twice." Her lips tilt into a wicked grin, there's nothing to pull from Regina's chest but she still pushed until her sister was forced back into the metal railings of the clock tower.
"Mother did teach me one thing and it was to never bring a heart to a witch fight, perhaps you would have this information if she did not," Regina pauses for flare and lashes the last of her sentence out, "abandon you."
Zelena smirks, once again finding herself amused by Regina's flippant attitude. It's so easy to feed lies and act out the lines she had planned so long ago to say. Rumple had perhaps held her interest once upon a time but surely not now, not when there's Regina so close at hand. Her sister was saner now than ever, that demented obsessive personality settling down under the sway of guarding her oblivious son.
She should have had accounted for this to occur, should have planned around this slight detour of events but she would be mindful enough to admit that her jealousy and envy had once again blinded her. She wanted a quick fix and her foresight had not been available, not when her heart's desire throttled her limbs into action. She cast the curse that she had initially let love hinder. She let her spells bring them to a land without magic and to clear the slate of everyone from remembering, even Regina.
She tried to casually approach Regina but Henry was the only thing that could hold her sister's attention. She supposed that she could appreciate Regina's tenacity but her patient wore thin when no matter what she did she could not restart their affair. Her latest curse will reset everything and make it so they'll meet before everything fell apart; before her infatuation for Rumple steered her to perform atrocious deeds against her own sister. Before Regina fell for a peasant too common to ever lay his hands on her. Most of all she'll make it so they'll meet definitely before Emma Swan of all people could capture her sister's heart.
She understands that patience is a virtue and that keeping up a good face is more important than anything else. She should not be even contemplating kissing Regina but when her sister hisses such hate against her, when she wants nothing more than to pillage and take. Their kiss is gentle and sweet, unlike the ones from every encounter before. Had she not been rough enough with Regina? What with throwing her against metal and through glass? She made sure not to do more than Regina could handle, they've been harder against one another before so this would be fine.
Her sister would require a milder courting, actually she should not have tried at all but they'll all forget in the coming days so what wrong could it be for her to indulge?
Regina moans, her memories telling her that she had not felt loving human contact since the time that Graham had fallen dead by her will. Though her body recalls the touch, knows the scent of her sister the pain of her caress. In the forgotten year they've been together, entwined in scorned taboo; they've had that one encounter multiply to too many. They've shredded and mended their bodies together enough times till it reached a number neither sibling would acknowledge as possible.
Regina's gloved hands wrap around Zelena's neck, her mouth opening and instinctively wanting more. Zelena refrains from biting and instead bends to be closer until they were pressed up against each other. The erratic breaths from Regina pushing their chest to touch and making Zelena groan out in turn.
The sound she emits makes Regina yank away, her eyes wide with astonishment and lust. She manages to clang the back of her head hard against the metal behind her, her sister's blood painted onto her shocked open mouth. Zelena reaches with a slow hand to wipe away the traces of her blood; it's strange to see it in such a vibrant shade of red.
"Perhaps another time," she closes her eyes and gives Regina a peck on her forehead, familial but her want making her kiss turn up to form a smile, "sister of mine."
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She misses him like only a mother can, her desperate yearnings for her son makes it so Regina wakes in a dazzling cavern. Drips and drops of iridescent dreams flow down onyx stalactites and form into pure snow coloured stalagmite. She treads through the corridors where the darkness oozes from the top and the lily white reaches up from the bottom. She walks with a certain knowing to compass her direction through the misty halls. And then she does it, she finds the door she knows she has been looking for. It's the same wooden doorway at the entrance of her mansion, the handle burns her palm but she pushes on still. This particular dream room is overrun with flames. The torrent streams of molten heat bleach the walls and curl the tiles into a melting slosh.
In the middle of the room is her boy, with his arms held tightly around his knees, his head tucked down from the livid and dangerous fires.
"Henry!" The smog chokes up her voice. His head pops up and the recognition makes Regina lose her breath all the more. "Henry, I'm coming!" She runs forward, almost tripping in her haste. Her mother would have wanted her to retain her grace but she'll sacrifice poise if it meant she'll make it to her son's side faster. She'll give everything, absolutely anything for Henry as she had already once done.
Her knees burn against the cracked and moving floor but she pulls her child into her arms. "Mom! Is this really you?!" Henry is crying but the tears evaporate into steam in the presence of the cursed fires. He cries because he's relieved and the happiness overruns him with emotion so strong that he can only sob against his once lost parent.
"It is, it's okay, we'll be fine." Regina compels the flickering heat as far from them as possible but it's taxing her magic to even be in this room with her son when no sleeping curse has found her mind, she's cheating and the technicalities of dream world traversing were tolling on her.
Regina is desperate to protect the being she loved most in the world and once again hates her lacking abilities. It's in the midst of her self-hate she throws blame wildly onto Swan, hates the woman that started all this torment; hates that the Saviour preoccupied so much of her thought. Its then that turquoise seeps through from above, the smoke that curls around the top of the room bends downward along with the once flat ceiling, it's as if a pool has leaked and the molten plaster tiles can't take the weight of an oncoming flood. It's Emma that plops through the hydrating glisten, rebirthed through fresh impossible waters and drops with all the grace of a rock beside them.
Her entire being is wafted in an electric plume of powder blue as she scrambles to her feet. "Oh thank god, I can't freaking find my way through a paper bag apparently."
"Ms. Swan?" Regina states incredulously. "Madam Mayor," Emma replies with a playful nod of her head, "seriously we don't have time for that and Henry is right there."
The mystical realm loosens its inhabitants, emotions running higher than containable and inhibitions forgotten behind both women's fondness for one another. Regina should shut that woman down before she got any ideas in the Charming and Snow formed brain, she was going to do just that, cut Emma down with words so sharp that she'll never insinuate anything was happening between them ever again. She'll be ruthless as her Evil Queen title and take that woman down a peg or two.
Though Emma was standing before her in all her glory, set aflame in her own blue magic and still managing to enter the dream world with that heinous red jacket, all Regina can manage is a disbelieving, "What?"
Well perhaps she'll accomplish that tearing down of her enemy next time. "Don't 'what' me you can't show up and call me 'Ms. Swan' with that tone and not expect me to respond, no seriously, I've been trying to refind this room for weeks now and this the first time I've managed to do it."
"Refind is not a word; rediscover is perhaps a more suiting term."
Henry doesn't want his parents to fight, doesn't get that its banter in this place with such open emotions, he quickly inserts, "thanks for coming, ma."
Regina expects to find her arms empty now that Emma was here but Henry only comments over her shoulder, refusing to release his mother from their hug.
"Why are we even here?"
Emma shrugs and moves her palms up along with the motion of cluelessness, "Henry's upset when he sleeps because this place is as hot as hell and even when I try to take him out of it he can't leave."
Regina notes that even without her magical input, none of the fire nears them now that Emma was here. It irks her that Emma came to Henry's rescue before she even noticed her child's anguish but she's also thankful. "You can't take Henry from this place, this is the price of my negligence, he'll be here for the rest of his life at intervals but since you two do not possess your memories perhaps this will just be a bad nightmare."
She caresses a hand against her boy's face, trying to memorize his ever changing face, the baby fat all but gone now as he approached his mid-teens. "Is this when you sleep Henry, I'll make sure I'll be here at this time."
"You won't remember, Regina," Emma comments and before Regina could call that statement a jibe she adds, "I never remember when I wake up in the morning and neither does Henry, but I know he doesn't sleep well at night and neither do I cause I'm…" Emma stares and Regina quirks her eyebrow at the pause but when even this place can't loosen more words from Emma's confession she steers them away, "I suppose that makes sense, neither of us are even supposed to be in here." "So we can't help him at all?"
"I didn't say that." Regina answered cryptically.
"Mom, can you teach me magic so I can do what Emma does?"
"I'm sorry darling, this environment would make magic training a near impossible task since you cannot recall my lessons in the morning, we also don't know if you have any latent magical abilities and I would not be able to awaken them here in the realm of dreams," Regina looks forlornly down at her son and strokes her fingers through hair that was getting rather long and unruly, "though perhaps I should worry about your vision more than your memory, are you practicing to be a sheep dog, does Emma not know how to cut your hair?"
"Regina, no one cuts their kid's hair." Emma crosses her arm and does an expression that could be considered a pout. "Ma is going to give me money for the barber this weekend." Henry saves the conversation again and Emma can only raise her arms up in surrender when Regina soldiers on.
"Money…is she not taking you herself?"
"Mom, I'm old enough to go alone and the shop is just downstairs!"
Regina can only stare at her son, growing too fast and far too distant for her to chaperone, her eyes burn and tears fall before she can hide her anguish. Dream world once again causes its lucid inhabitants to be less withdrawn, their inner selves having a freer rein than in the physical plane.
"Mom, please, I'm sorry, don't cry."
Her boy was so sweet, it pains him but he grips onto Regina still. There are small burns on his body that must translate into scratches and bumps in the waking world, it's intriguing how much the mind can fill in when the unexplainable would cause chaos.
Emma takes a knee behind the both of them, her arms settling around Regina and Henry. When Regina glowers at the sudden closeness, somehow Emma understands that it was more surprise than an actual rejection. Emma's hand is tender even though the movement was rather rough. She gathers Regina's face into her hand and wipes at the tears as swiftly as she can manage.
"Emma…"
"I thought I could find a way to teach myself to combat this place but I don't remember it in the morning and I don't know how to fix it but you read all those tomes and you know, are just generally magical, do you think you could figure out a way to protect our son." Emma glances down at their boy and then in a much more teasing tone, "Did you actually call the hair dresser a 'barber'."
Regina wakes before she can hear the answer, Zelena's hand is gripped around her jaw, "Sister, you're crying, are you alright? Did someone wrong you?"
"I don't recall." And it hurts to admit such a simple useless thing.
"Then it mustn't be important, sister." Zelena adds, coaxing and quiet, the tears burn her hands but she doesn't take away her comforting touch.
Regina leans into that contact and arduously smothers the lasting hurt in her heart with sex and skin.