There were rarely any words exchanged between the two. Try as she might, Snow could not conjure up in her memory the last conversation she had with her Queen. She'd spent the night trying to remember the last words Regina had spoken directly to her. None came to mind. Yet somehow she found herself in bed with her step-mother. They were quite a distance apart. Snow had taken brave steps towards the darkness, she had not fumbled once as she lifted the covers and found a spot at the edge of the bed.
Regina had said nothing. For a moment they lay both on their sides, staring deeply into each others eyes, yet seeing nothing through the night ridden bed chambers. The darkness only grew as the night progressed and soon Regina had let out a slight sigh and turned her back to the Princess.
Snow was not over come by sleep for several hours. Her mind fought her body, and she spent the hours telling herself not to act on her impulses and shimmy closer to the Queen. She could feel the heat coming from her bed-mate's body. It caused a strange sensation that seemed to be calling out to her, a pull Snow lived with everyday but on this night intensified to the point of pain. It felt like her skin was frozen in it's place but her bones were making a move towards the naked woman two feet away from her tearing at her from the insides.
Her body soon exhausted her, and she feel into a deep sleep. She awoke as the sun struggled to lift up passed the tall trees of the Enchanted Forest. The first thing she saw was the fair skin of the Queen, the blanket had been ruffled between their bodies and it had left Regina exposed down to the navel. Her breasts rose and fell in a slight restful movement. Snow kept her eyes slightly closed so she could watch the purpling bruises expand with each exhale and collapse at the inhale. She continued to watch the breaths pick up their pace slowly as Regina began to stir.
Something was changing within Snow. She was well aware it was. In her mind it was more of like something inside her was being realized. It felt like an awakening. The Princess, who had everything but the one thing she wanted most, was now on the path of obtaining it. Her void was closing in on itself. Her heart hurt from it's relief, it stung as if it didn't know what to do. It had not swollen bigger in years and now suffered with growing pains. Yet Snow relished in that pain. It was as if she had been left out in the cold for almost half a decade and now had suddenly had a bucket of hot water tossed on her. It stung. Her entire body stung. Her pale skin was red as her blood started flowing through her faster and faster. Her heart hurt but it was getting stronger. It was sweet relief.
That same heart stopped dead, when Regina's eyes opened in a quick flash. It wasn't as if she had awoken from a nightmare, but if she had awoken with an urgent thought, as if the kettle she'd left on the fire had sung its song. Snow kept still, she tried to close her eyes and play sleep but her body was tired of listening to her.
The Queen's head rolled to the side and her eyes met Snow's. There was no colour in Regina's eyes. Even the white had been consumed by the black. Snow held the gaze. She could feel the blackness flowing from her stepmother and she welcomed it into herself. Whatever pain she was feeling a moment before grew exponentially and it felt so sweet and so bitter and it took control of her.
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Regina flinched as Snow reached up towards her. Warm fingers pressed against her cheeks. They ignited her skin. She felt her body wake up fully as thin fingers gently caressed her face. It was such a beautiful feeling. The best Regina had ever felt. She had never been more powerful.
Die. She thought. Once and twice and over and over the word rung through her head. Then the little girl in front of her was grinning, stupidly, and Regina noticed it was a response to her own smile. Suffer. She now chanted inside. Suffer. And the pale girl smiled wider.
Regina finally understood herself. The fact that it had taken her so long was laughable, and the more she thought about it the more Snow squirmed next to her. There was excitement building in her current bed-mate and both girls were feeding off it. Regina had always been plagued by her own inadequacies. Rumple had always been so short with her when they arouse. Although he always spoke in riddles he expected Regina to have found the root of her magic by now.
No wonder he had grown so frustrated. It had been in front of her for years, it had been what had driven her to magic in the first place. Somehow the King had taken her off of that path. He had broken her night after night, year after year and child after child. He had taken a lot from her, but she would never forgive him for taking her magic and using it against her. He took her power and she had blamed him for it, so much that she had forgotten why exactly she had been put in this place to begin with.
Snow White. She had set all these courses into action. Her mother and Kind Leopold where to blame, but the lowest common denominator in all of her troubles, pains, and embarrassments, the cause of her dead heart, was Snow White. The child who looked up at her adoringly, so close to Regina, was going to realigned her mind, back to the core of it all, back to where she had begun. She would take Snow's heart into her hands and crush it. Even though she felt strong enough to pull in out right where they lay, something bigger than that was developing. She would take Snow's heart but in a way that would crush her darling father's first.
She would take Snow White's heart, in more ways than one. And she would crush it, over and over again until it was as useless as her own. So that it was so spoiled that it could beat for only one person and then the eyes that were on her now would watch their own heart get crushed by that one person.
The word love was playing on repeat in Regina's mind as she crashed her lips onto the Princess of the Enchanted Forrest.
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