Took a bit of inspiration from actual dialogue in this one, but not copied word for word.
Thanks to sarcasticlittlemenace for the incentive to write and italymystery-swanqueen for the help in finding the scene I needed :)
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The sudden stillness of the blonde trapped between her thighs is unnerving.
For her lover to go from such fluid and passionate movements and caresses to being as motionless as a statue, staring up at her with blank eyes devoid of any light...A shiver runs through her, and not the same sort of quivering the blonde had wrought from her earlier. But the sort of shiver that wracks through a person when they come face to face with something dangerous. A predator. A chance at death.
It is most definitely unnerving.
And Regina does not know what to do.
She is torn. Torn between talking Emma down from whatever havoc she's about to unleash on the imbecile at her front door and pleading with her to ignore it, to carry on with what they were doing; or (and it may be a small amount of influence from her former possessive and evil persona) she could redress herself and go downstairs to give the intruder a piece of her mind, preferably before Emma lets loose on the man.
The two fingers still sampling the wetness between her thighs are certainly not helping her decision making process. She finds it hard to focus, as although the Dark One is completely immobile, every now and again her fingers twitch. They brush against her clit once, twice, a third time. She bites down on her lower lip so hard that she tastes copper in her desperate attempt to contain an involuntary moan.
"I know you're in there, witch!"
Fingers twitch again and those two black voids remain fixed upon her own.
"Emma."
It comes out as a whisper, which morphs into a whimper as she feels a more deliberate movement within the confines of ruined lace and heat.
"Emma, please."
The blonde's gaze seems to swirl and flutter, and there is a very brief moment where she thinks the darkness might begin to recede so that she might at least see the whites of Emma's eyes once again.
"That's it! You coward! Can't come out and face what you've done? Well I'm through abiding by Emma's incessant need to constantly protect you, you'll face me whether you like it or not you whore!"
And well. That does it.
Those two soulless voids cease all movement and harden, the body between her thighs dissolves into black smoke and she is left alone. There is a loud bang from downstairs which she can only assume is the front door of the mansion being thrown open, but it is soon followed by a thud and a cry of pain.
She rises from the bed in an instant, a quick gesture of her hand returns the clothes to her body as they had been before and she follows the blonde's example, a small cloud of purple smoke left in her wake as she finds herself at the bottom of her staircase. She chokes back a gasp at what she sees; it's so familiar to that once in New York when Emma had pinned that 'dirt bag' as she'd later called him, to the wall in a brief bout of rage and frustration. Except now it's not just a matter of calming the blonde down and stopping her from punching some random civilian in the face.
Emma has her hand around the pirate's throat, dark and wispy tendrils curling around her fingertips as she exerts what appears to be a fairly painful amount of pressure, or so she can assume from the look on the Captain Guyliner's face.
"E-Emma." He barely manages to utter the word with her hand so tight around his windpipe, but it makes little difference. The woman offers a low growl and a tightening of her hand in response. His face begins to turn an odd shade of red as she does, and Regina knows that she should say something, anything to try and stop her. But she isn't sure of what she's dealing with right now; whether or not this is Emma or the Dark One.
"Emma isn't here right now, but I can take a message."
Well that answers her question, she supposes. But even if the blonde hadn't said such things outright she would have been able to pinpoint that it wasn't Emma who was in control right now. The blonde's voice has gone from a soothing bass to a sickeningly sweet and high pitched tone. It sends another shudder down her spine.
The pirate tries to speak again, his eyes locked on the blonde as he attempts to reach up and pry her hand away with his own, but she tuts and grips more tightly, pulling his body from the wall for a brief moment before swiftly slamming him back against it.
"Oh no, I wouldn't try to speak. Wouldn't want to waste the little oxygen you have left, dearie." She giggles. Regina can hear Rumplestiltskin in that giggle; can see memories of a time long ago when he was her mentor and her only chance of escape from her wretched, hopeless life. He was never the tame sort, he always seemed like he could strike at any moment, tightly coiled like a snake even when he seemed relaxed. So she knows that this could go very, very wrong in the blink of an eye.
"Do you know how powerful words can be, pirate? They can cause the most wonderful feelings; love, joy, all those fuzzy things that make you warm inside." She can see those lips slip up into a feral grin as the blonde's free hand raises up to take the pirate's into her grasp. His eyes follow the movement, even as he chokes for breath.
"However." The tone of her voice changes, hardens, and the smile disappears. "They can also cause such frightfully negative feelings, that you might wish you'd never uttered a word in the first place." He gasps as her grip tightens. "Take tonight as an example. You came here, to the Queen's home, slandered her, threatened her and accused her of an act she didn't commit. You say she is the reason for your loss of your true love, but you are incorrect. I am the reason. Emma was never your true love, pirate. That whore, Milah was. I killed her. In my former host's body." Another giggle as she leans in to his personal space, lips quirking as she reads the fear in his eyes.
He's gone purple now, his eyes start to mist over. The blonde notices and seems to fight with herself for a second before lessening the pressure around his throat, though she doesn't take her hand away. He heaves and gasps as his eyes flutter, desperately trying to breathe. Regina, to her own amazement, lets out a small sigh of relief. Though it's not because she wants the pirate to live, no. She just fears what killing him would do to Emma when she finally regains control. She knows she should be helping now, but now that Emm- no, The Dark One has started to speak, she feels that he needs to hear what she has to say.
"But that's so far in the past, dearie. You don't long for my demise every waking moment now; your lust for revenge is diminished, spent. You have Emma now, or so you think. After an interminable amount of time spent hounding her, attempting to coerce her, until she finally gave in. Oh how romantic." Her last words are spoken in a playful manner, as one might speak to a child and she pouts before leaning in even further. "You think that's True Wuv? You sicken me, and I'm the Dark One. Emma is no more your True Love than that lovely plant her majesty has over there in the corner." The brunette snorts a laugh, unable to stop herself. That sounds like exactly the sort of thing Emma would say. Maybe she isn't entirely gone in this moment afterall.
"You lie! Emma is mine! My love, my TRUE love. I'll show you!" He yells into the blonde's face, ripping his hand from her grasp and winding into blonde curls before yanking her to him, forcefully pressing his lips to hers.
It was most definitely the wrong thing to do.
Not because Regina immediately summons forth a fireball, but mainly because of Emma's reaction; the brunette's 'How dare you!' is swallowed as a sudden burst of dark magic fills the room in a shockwave that makes the floor beneath them tremble and the glass of the chandelier above them ring. A deep snarl vibrates in the blonde's chest as she rips her mouth from the pirate's and with a flick of the wrist his arms are pinned at his sides by dark, smoking shackles. She removes herself from his personal space and suddenly whips the back of her hand across his face.
There is silence once again, as the blonde stares at him. He tries to speak once more, but another gesture leaves his mouth covered by the same black smoke. Regina would laugh, if the situation wasn't precariously balanced on the metaphorical edge of a knife; she's always longed for someone to shut him up.
"How dare you."
The light tone from earlier is gone, this is neither that nor Emma's voice. It's deep and raspy, almost like a growl. The pirate's eyes widen in terror.
"You...You come here to cause harm to what is ours, you damage her property, and you assault me in a desperate attempt to prove an even more desperate desire. We are not your True Love, you cretin. I assume you thought to try and end the curse of the Dark One via True Love's kiss? A laughable idea. How could you, when our True Love is stood right there?" A hand lifts up to point at Regina and her breath catches in her chest. She had thought...But. Were they really? It made a poetic sort of sense when she thought about it. How the Saviour had been created to end the reign of the Evil Queen and bring back the happy endings to all. And she had. As far as Regina was concerned, the Evil Queen now only existed in nightmares, even her own.
"You think Emma loves you, we know. She said it for shock value. To stun you so that she could do what needed to be done for the one she loves to be safe. But she doesn't love you. After tonight, in fact, we both despise you. Still don't believe me?" A brief cackle as she notes that the pirate has begun to shake his head in what she assumes is disbelief. The blonde leans close again so that he has no doubt of the truth of her next words, and the fireball that somehow hadn't been extinguished by the powerful pulse of magic earlier brightens, grows in size.
"You think she loves you, but if she did do you really think that she would have been about to make love to that beautiful Queen over there? No?" A fair eyebrow lifts in response and she gives a small shake of her own head at his stupidity. She leans closer, close enough that it makes Regina's lip curl up into a snarl as she watches the scene unfold. She's not entirely comfortable with where the conversation is leading, but if it will get the message through to him that Emma does not belong to him...
"You imbecile. Your supposed True love was mere moments from sliding these two fingers inside somewhere so maddeningly hot and wet that it drove us both crazy with desire..." As the blonde speaks she brushes the aforementioned fingers against the underside of his jaw. "I was tempted to fight her for control, but I only deal in the base emotions, and our Queen deserves nothing but love and gentility, so it wasn't the time for me to take over and fuck her. Despite the fact that your dear Emma has often longed to do exactly that; she's thought of it quite often, actually. One of my favourite fantasies is when we're bending her over and taking her from behind. Whether with fingers, tongue or something else, it so makes me quiver with excitement and anticipation..."
Despite the severity of the situation, the brunette feels her core clench and an all too familiar warmth ignite in her belly. The fireball in her palm flickers before fizzling out. She cannot help the pictures her mind supplies her with as she hears the words fall from the blonde's lips. She bites back a whimper as she imagines both scenarios; the gentle side of Emma taking her time, loving and worshiping her like she claimed Regina deserves, or the other side...Fucking her. Teeth sinking into soft flesh, demanding hands on her hips as the blonde takes what she wants from her, and lust. So much lust her head she'd be dizzy with it. She almost misses the blonde's next words.
"Regardless of whether or not she has the dagger, we obey her every whim because she is everything to us. And if she were to order it right now, we would end your life in a heartbeat. Although I am quite tempted to do it anyway, you've been nothing but a thorn in my side since our first encounter. But now, you realise that you have no way of 'fixing' this. Your last resort ended in disaster." A hand hovers over his ribcage now, right over his rapidly pulsating heart.
"You're toothless, dearie. So I get to give you the good news." His eyes fill with tears now as he recognises the words and he whimpers. Regina almost feels sorry for him. Almost. But if her lover is bragging like this then it must mean that she will spare his life. Or so she hopes. She wouldn't be able to stand it if she somehow lost Emma for allowing the pirate's death.
"Emma turned dark after all, and she finally got her happiness, which so happens to be my happiness as well, and you...You will never find yours. Not that it matters." The blonde says with a casual wave of her hand before her mouth forms that same feral grin from earlier. "Say hello to Milah for me, old friend." Her words taper off into a growl and she plunges her hand into his chest. His screams of agony are muffled by the dark magic that encases his mouth and tears finally fall down his face.
"Emma, no!" The brunette finally steps in, rushing over and gripping her forearm. "Emma, it's not worth it!" Her words echo in the suddenly still room, and she realises that it's exactly what she'd said when they'd been in this situation last time. She slowly reaches up with a trembling hand, hoping that there is enough Emma within the Dark One right now that she won't be rejected.
Her fears are unnecessary it seems, though she manages to control a flinch as a hand gently takes hers and a thumb brushes against her wrist in a continuous caress. Those soulless voids are focused on her now, and had she never experienced darkness in any form she would most likely have let go and backed away, but instead she smiles and reaches out further to cup the side of the blonde's face. A movement that is immediately reciprocated and leaned into, whether it's a conscious decision or not.
"Emma, Dark One, whoever you are right now, please don't do this. He's a moron, a misguided fool and he is nothing to us." She keeps her eyes locked on Emma's as she speaks, ignoring the pirate's desperate panting and pinched up facial features. It can't be too comfortable to have a hand stuck in your chest, she supposes.
"He's nothing, my love. But you, you are everything and you don't need to do this."
"He meant to cause you harm, said those disgusting things..." It's Emma's voice now, and those endless pools staring back at her start to shift as they had done earlier.
"It doesn't matter, you've done more than enough to defend me and my honour. You're my knight in shining armour, you always have been. Whether I gave you credit for it or not, you've always had my back. But now I need you to let this go, darling. He's not worth it. I need you and if you do this it will make everything so much worse. So I'm begging you, both of you, to let him go and forget about this. I need you back in my arms again."
Stillness and relative silence once again, it seems to last forever but Regina keeps her eyes on those shifting voids and watches with a growing smile as the white returns and she can see vivid and soulful emerald once again. She doesn't move, allows Emma to take this at her pace. But cannot help the way her entire body relaxes and trembles with a sigh of relief as Emma suddenly yanks her hand free from the pirate's chest, no heart included. Moments later the bindings confining the man are gone as well and Regina quickly moves the blonde away from him, shifting so that she stands between them. He takes a shaky step forward, body trembling as he struggles for words.
"I love you, Emma." A broken whisper. A plea. A need for the woman he cared for to tell him it was all wrong. But she shows no reaction, completely stoic as she regards him with barely concealed anger and disgust.
"I'm sorry, Killian."
His face crumples, head bows in defeat and he sobs. The brunette supposes she should feel sorry for him now; he is more pathetic now than she could ever have imagined. But he still did something unforgivable, still took something from her love without her consent. She wishes there would be no consequences for killing him because she would gladly end his life right now and put him out of his misery.
"I'm going to send you away now, Killian, and you'd better not come back here ever again. If you do, I won't need the Dark One to take over, and not even Regina will stop me from ending you. I love her, I have for a long time. And I will never love you. Goodbye, Killian." Regina reaches behind her, a hand resting atop the blonde's in a display of support and love. They cannot see any reactions to the threat or the apology, and before he even has a chance to raise his head the blonde gives a final twist of her wrist and he disappears in a dull grey mist.
All is quiet as they both stand there and let what just happened sink in, it lasts for what seems like forever but soon the brunette turns and takes the blonde into her arms without hesitation. She holds her in a tight embrace, tilting her head back only far enough to press kisses against her lover's face. Emma soon laughs and relaxes into the affection before reciprocating, her own arms around the Queen as she catches those luscious lips in a kiss of her own. It's a kiss of love, of comfort and relief.
They break apart after a while, but do not step away from each other. Instead they stay together, exchanging soft kisses and fleeting caresses for a while before simply resting their heads together, staring into one anothers eyes.
"You worried me." The brunette whispers, thumb tracing circles on the fabric at the blonde's waist.
"I'm sorry, your Majesty. However can I make it up to you?" The blonde teases, and with that easy exchange they both know that everything will be okay.
"Well, ser Knight, you can start by fixing my front door, and then..." She leans forward to whisper in the blonde's ear. "Then you can take me upstairs and finish what you started."
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