Part 4 : When everything falls apart.
Pairings :Regina/Belle + Emma/Regina + Regina/Fiona. And lemons.
In Gold's shop, everything seemed to be calm and normal. Despite the fact that, of course, this last one was empty and locked up.
But it was not something Regina cared about.
She would have wanted to see the former Dark One (she was sure of this, Fiona would not have been that idiot to forget to take his power from her son), but apparently, he was not here.
In fact, there was no one there.
The former mayor had succeeded to open the door, and now, she was in there.
This famous shop, and a lot of memories hit her, and she almost smiled.
The discussions with Gold which were most of the time verbal duels, all these times where her and Emma, or even the other had came there to search for help because they didn't know anymore what to do…
It was not surprising that it was there that she had decided to come immediately after what Emma had told her.
If there was still one last hope for them, it was there, in the Dark One's shop.
Rapidly, not even seeming to care that someone could come there and see her, she began to look at what was in the shop, searching for something, anything, which could have helped them.
Which would allow them to wake up the other, or to break the curse, or, even better, a way to kill the Black Fairy.
What Regina still hadn't understand, was that the inhabitants didn't want to wake up.
They loved this life, full of horror, evilness, and darkness.
It was their life, and they wouldn't have wanted to change it. Even if they had the choice.
She didn't know either that, not in a long time, it would be her case too.
But it was not something she was thinking about.
She was thinking about her family, about Emma that she loved so much and who helped her once to come back from darkness, and now it was the time for her to help her do the same thing.
She was thinking about Henry, her son, broken, and that the queen, in her foolish hope, still thought that he could be fixed.
She was thinking about the other, the dead, Snow and David, and Killian, almost alone along the dead, and her sister Zelena, who was too.
She thought about all the one who died and who were innocents.
She hoped they were okay.
When a voice finally broke the silence, Regina froze, stupefied.
"Who is here… Regina ?"
It was Belle.
Belle, whose face was shining.
Belle, who couldn't have complained about the life she had.
Belle, who had her husband and her son with her, and who was happy, so much happy, that it almost hurt Regina to see her this way.
Because she was here for one thing, and in a way, it was like history was repeating itself a new time.
She was here in order to destroy her happy ending.
"What are you doing here ?
I came here to save you.
I came here to destroy you.
"I… wanted to see your husband. Is he in the shop ?"
Belle then had a constrict air.
"Oh… I am really sorry, but he is not here today. He is with our son, he decided he would have a day-off today."
Seeing how much everything was different in this version of the story, but also different in a good way, Regina felt a wave of regrets cross through her.
Just as a lot of doubts.
What if Fiona and Emma were right ?
Did it really worth it to ruin everything, to destroy everything, while so much people here were happy ?
What about Henry ?
And the fairies ?
And all the dead ?
What about justice ?
Yes, it was true, she had to do something about that.
There was no Savior anymore in this town, then, alright.
She would play the role, this time.
"Oh, well then… I am really sorry about it… I will come back later."
She remarked too that Belle had made absolutely no allusion to the fact that she had entered into the shop in a way which was everything but legal.
But then she was taken from her thoughts by the young woman's smile.
In fact, since she had entered into the shop, Regina was feeling… strange.
A little better.
She had at first thought that it was because of the magic of the place, which must be still full of it, and which would be having an effect on her, except that it had no sense.
If Rumple had no magic anymore (a thing which was really believable), then this place would not have any of it too.
And she then understood that her visit had been just useless, and the truth is that she already knew it even before she entered.
Maybe that she just wanted to get some advice from her former mentor, and be assured that this one still remembered and if he could be an ally for them.
But apparently, no.
"So, Regina, if you want, you… you can wait for him here. If you want to, of course… I mean, do as you want, but, would you like to drink a glass with me ? I will call for him later.
- Well, hum… if you… if you want Belle, of course, the former queen said, not really comfortable about the situation."
She had come here in order to see Gold, not his wife ! At least, with him, she wouldn't have felt all these remorse fall on her as she was looking at the beautiful face of the happy woman.
Just as Emma was in Henry's arms.
The queen moved her head, trying to put these images out of her head.
They then went in the room behind the shop, and Belle gave her a drink of alcohol. Regina took it, more because of her defeatism than because she really wanted to.
The most time passed, or at least, the most she stayed here, the most her resistance weakened.
She had saw the unhappiness, the pain of some of the inhabitants, and it had made her want to continue to fight, to destroy all these horrors and these infamies.
But now ?
She was receiving right in her face the happy and blissful face, and perfectly in peace of Belle Gold.
What could she do against it ?
How… how could she still want to destroy the curse, as she saw how much happy she was ?
While this happiness was perfectly real ?
And as she had herself once destroyed her life by locking her up during twenty-eights years ?
Wait… what the hell…
The young woman turned pale as she noticed finally a detail.
And she just paled even more.
It was not by chance if things were happening this way.
It was not by chance, that she had succeeded to enter that easily in the shop.
And it was not a coincidence either if Belle was the one who was present here.
Oh no.
She didn't know if it was coming from Fiona, and if this last one was persuaded that by seeing Belle, she would stop fighting, but the thing is that the evil fairy must have done something about this.
And the worst of it ?
It was working.
She was seeing all of this, and she understood that her action would just be worst than good for a lot of people, and it was making her sick.
She drank the rest of her drink rapidly, trying to drown her despair, her sadness, her resignation, and all these other things in alcohol.
It was not the first time she wanted to forget.
§§§§
Belle was… strangely friendly toward her. And Regina rapidly began to ask herself questions… she would never had wanted to have to ask herself.
They were talking while drinking, sitting on chairs just next to the bed present in the room, and Regina just stopped thinking about the fact that Belle still hadn't called her husband to make him come here, as she was too much taken by alcohol and pain.
In fact, the former queen could easily support alcohol in general, but now, the thing is that she didn't want at all to resist to anything, and she preferred more or less to let herself be taken in this.
To Belle's pleasure, by the way, who wanted to make succeed the mission that the current mayor had given to her.
"So, Regina… It seems like… you have some troubles right now."
And the award of the euphemism of the year goes to…
"Yes… indeed.
- In this case, Belle said in a languorous voice, what would you think about… relaxing a little with me ?"
Feeling suddenly and temporary not drunk for a moment, Regina looked at her in the eyes, seeing with surprise the naughty light in the librarian's eyes.
"You want us to sleep together, right ?"
Belle nodded her head.
Regina was partially drunk, but she could still think, and she understood rapidly what was happening.
"It's Fiona, right ? She wants you to do this to me, so then, I will not resist to her anymore.
- Exactly ! The other woman exclaimed, smiling. And then, she said by coming closer to her, I have to admit that it interests me a lot too."
Regina didn't know what to do, she was completely lost.
She should have said no immediately, but strangely, she just couldn't.
Not while Belle was giving her this proposal so deliciously and terribly indecent.
Not that since she came back, magic was harassing her permanently, waiting for just one thing : her to give up.
Not while to let herself fall was the best thing she could do.
Not as she had too much alcohol in her blood to be able to want to say no.
Not as Belle was kissing her until breath was not even an option anymore.
She wouldn't say no, she then understood as Belle was on her.
She would never say no anymore.
§§§§
She let herself being controlled, letting Belle act, stunned as she was by magic and alcohol, a thing which didn't stop her from feeling a certain pleasure, mixed with a dose of guilt.
Belle leaded her really rapidly on the bed, without facing any resistance from Regina. This last one was savoring for the last time these some moments of lucidity she still had, before everything would be replaced by forgetfulness.
Forgetfulness, and a happiness being as false as it was bad, but to say the truth, now, she didn't give a fuck about anything.
Except about Belle's mouth on her.
Except about her hands on her body, caressing her so deliciously, which made her almost forget her past pains.
Except her tongue exploring her now totally naked body, and which finally went on her sex, pushing rapidly Regina to scream with pleasure, and not to care anymore about anything else except just Belle, Belle, Belle, and Belle, and about the pleasure she was feeling.
§§§§
It was clearly not enough.
Once it was done, and after Belle and her tongue were out of her, she still remembered.
Her spirit was blurred, lost, and she didn't know what to do nor where to go.
The only thing she knew, was that she needed to see Emma.
Right now, as fast as possible, because she was the only one who would succeed to make her forget everything.
Belle didn't really seem to be offended by her rapid departure, she seemed to be quite satisfied of herself, in fact, as she was seeing in which state was the young woman as she left the shop.
Half-naked, and not even caring about it anymore, just thinking about forgetting, just thinking about Emma, and pleasure, and about the fact that by combining these two elements, she would finally stop suffering.
She wanted Emma.
She wanted, she wanted…
Oh, Hell, she didn't know anymore what she wanted !
She didn't see the Black Fairy look at her or be relieved by the fact that half of her plan was working perfectly.
What she didn't know either, is that the fairy had looked at what Belle had done to her, and she was really… aroused by it.
She had really made a good choice by asking to the young woman to do this.
When Emma saw Regina in the street, it was like roles had been reversed. Emma had forgotten everything and seemed to be perfectly sane, while Regina had a frightening head, she looked like she had just saw some ghost or something like that.
"Regina… are you… my love, are you okay ?"
Emma was looking at her with stupor.
"I… I don't know Emma, I don't know anymore.
- Do you… do you still want to fight against Fiona ?"
Had she still had the force to do so, Regina would have probably burst with laughter. In an atrocious, ignoble, desperate, and also completely mad laugh. But she couldn't do this anymore, and she just looked at her girlfriend, who stayed surprised by her behavior.
Regina's look was still blurred.
"No, I… not anymore.
Emma's smile became really shining.
- I was sure you would come back to your senses, my love."
As she heard those two words, Regina couldn't succeed to control herself anymore, and the last resistance still present in her definitely crumbled, and she threw herself on Emma, pushing her against the wall, kissing her like it was the last time she could do so.
(And who knew, would Fiona let them be together after that ?)
Even though she was surprised, Emma answered rapidly to what she was doing to her, even if the place was not the better one to do this.
But Regina didn't care, feeling like a terrible urge cross through her, coming from despair and magic, which made her want to do this, there, in the street, against a wall.
When one of Emma's hands went on her right breast, Regina had a sight of relief mixed with pleasure, and she almost cried.
There, yes, it was this, here she was !
She felt that with Emma, everything would be different, that she would be the one who would make her forget, and one last time, she regretted that she had given up, before pleasure won over her.
And all her regrets faded away, as Emma's hand was rapidly going between her tights, beginning to caress her without any hesitation.
She did the same to her, not caring about anything, not even about the possibility that they could be seen (or about the fact that people were seeing them), almost aroused by the idea.
After all, she couldn't be herself anymore, nor get the control on anything, so, she just had to enjoy it the most she could !
She was kissing or caressing Emma, not even remembering these terrible things she had seen, Henry and Emma, or all the other things, just caring about the pleasure she was feeling now, screaming as she was really coming, even more than with Belle.
§§§§
Now, Regina Mills, the one who remembered everything, had disappeared.
Well… not exactly.
To say the truth, the process of forgetting was still not over.
It was Fiona who, each time, had ended it.
And it was not going to change with Regina, and this one, taken by a sudden impulsion, still completely disheveled after her seance of sex with Emma, had went to the home office.
The place which used to be hers.
Once the symbol of her power, and now, the terrible image of her defeat.
But her, Regina, was not seeing anything of this.
There, right now, she was feeling horny, feeling this terrible arousal which made her want to go there.
In order to see Fiona.
To honor Fiona.
Because, after all, she was the mayor, the ruler, the queen.
As a good subject, it was something she just had to do.
When Fiona saw her, she smiled, savoring her complete victory, as Regina didn't walk away from her when she kissed her.
She admired the naked body of the cursed young woman, before undressing herself, and playing a little with the one who accepted so much easily (as the others, by the way) to reply to her desires with such an enthusiasm.
"Tell me, Fiona asked her with excitation, knowing that it would be the supreme horror for the other. That it should have been. Who am I for you ?
Regina's look completely blurred and full of pleasure then lightened.
- You're my queen, of course.
- And obviously, you will never contradict me."
Regina started. Why would she do such a thing ?
"No, of course !
- In this case, then, look at this."
She used her mirror in order to show to her Emma's, Neal's and Henry's room that they were all sharing at the same moment, and they both heard rapidly a lot of screams of pleasure.
"What do you mean my queen ? I don't understand.
- This… is the last time they can be together. Do you see how much happy they are ?
- Yes, my queen.. of course.
- And yet… tomorrow, it will be the end.
- But… why ?
- Well… unless of course… you decide not to want it anymore, the "queen" said with sadism, and cruelty, and if you accept this to be real."
Regina looked carefully at them, and she saw the different expressions of pleasure on the three faces of the lovers who didn't know they were observed, and a same excitation grew up in her.
"But… obviously my queen, I am not the one who has to decide that kind of things.
- So… Fiona said with a happy expression on her face, that Regina didn't remark, too much taken by her desire to do things right and well behave toward the mayor, you don't see any problems if you share Emma with these two ones.
- No.
- Perfect. Now, she whispered with one last sadistic will, what if you… went back to what you began ?"
Regina looked at her with an air of adoration on her face. Still naked, she put herself on her knees in front of the other woman, like a priestess could have done in front of a goddess.
"Yes, my queen, she said, putting her head immediately between her thighs. Of course."
Indeed.
She would never say no now.
To be continued…