Title: At the Edge of a Precipice

Chapter 4: Remember when it rained

While reading listen to:Remember when it rained by Josh Groban

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Paring(s): The Evil Queen (Regina Mills)/Emma Swan, The Evil Queen (Regina Mills)/Queen of Hearts (Cora Mills), Captain Hook/Emma Swan, Rumpelstiltskin/Belle French and mention of Regina Mills/Daniel, The Evil Queen (Regina Mills)/Queen of Hearts (Cora Mills)/Zelena (The Wicked Witch of the West).

Chapter word count:2220

Authors:CoraMills_DarkQ and ViaRProxy

Disclaimer: If I owned them, no one would ever see them again. They would be mine all mine.

Warning: This is a BlackQueen fanfic with self-abuse, non-consensual sex, rape, mother daughter incest and major character death.

Author's important note: Set in the Once Upon a Time verse up until S02E09 before The Cricket Game aired. It then follows AU. The story will be published in three parts.

BlackQueen and SwanQueen.

Notes:

Listen to: Remember when it rained by Josh Groban

watch?v=P2_sls-akqY

This is a very SwanQueen centered chapter so you BlackQueen shippers have been warned.

The rain fell in slanted salute, playing and dancing upon the windowpane as it mischievously listened to the sultry sounds of two women moaning. Hair of blonde and hair of brown were tussled together; platting itself into a sickly sweet morphed form of two women fucking in a beautiful symphony of sound and sculpted sight. As the whimpers increased in volume and speed, the rain fell on in smirking glee before fading into soft pelting droplets just as lips fastened around the other's sensitive buds, both of breast and core causing the dark haired beauty to erupt in profound ecstasy.

Regina's head fell back as she finally reached her climax. Lips parted, trembling even as she tried to catch her breath, control seeming to elude her sadistically for a few seconds more as she moaned and panted. This however did not stop Emma from thrusting deeper and harder into the brunette again, causing the mayor to gasp once more. It was so easy, the blonde thought, teasing the older woman while she was over the edge, making Regina buck as her walls continued to contract around Emma's devious digits. The blonde knew this in turn would then continue the ever intensifying wave of pleasure currently running ramped through the older woman. Nostrils flared, pupils dilated and fingers sank into the bedding as Regina tried to will her body to stop swallowing Emma's fingers so willingly. But she could not for soon another shudder burst forth from her body, legs spreading even more. Emma smirk slightly as her lips once more fasten around the hardened bud nestled between her lover's thighs. The sheriff then teased her, lips opening and closing around it before her tongue tormented the older woman all over again. And torment Regina she did, ever so devotedly as the younger woman's tongue darted sporadically against the sensitive flesh is short brushes before swirling against it. Two fingers soon changed to three as Emma easily slipped her ring finger into the mayor, cork screwing them slowly before pulling out entirely and plunging them back in. She continued these little movements along with her conniving tongue and playful lips, tasting and lapping at Regina's clit, not stopping for a second in between thrusts or after the older woman had her third orgasm. When the brunette then suddenly screamed out for the blonde to stop, only then did Emma still her fingers and gently slide them out of the brunette's sensitive muscles. The movement in itself made a small spasm escape from in between Regina's thighs as she moaned without any indication that she had gotten her body under control just yet.

"Y-you are t-terrible," were the panting words which fell from the older woman's lips as she looked up at the blonde. Regina's eyes were glazed over, lips swollen and wet as they parted slowly, panting still as she spoke once more. "Horrid."

"What?!" Emma's eyes widened, swallowing in utter surprise at the brunette's words. She blinked a few times, not understanding what she did wrong or how she could be 'terrible' at what she had just done. Or had done for the past few hours. Regina had been moaning and finding release every time so there was no way that Emma could have been terrible any of those times.

But as Regina's trembling lips slowly streaked into a scheming smirk, Emma knew she was teasing.

"Yes you are dear. Terrible. Devious even, continuing on and making me beg for you to stop."

"Yes I have to say, I enjoy it when you beg."

That earned her a light shove from the brunette but it was done out of devotion as her hand then moved to Emma's neck to pull her in for a deep kiss. Their lips moved so heatedly against one another, making the idea of breathing a foreign concept as Regina's tongue easily slipped into the blonde's mouth. She teased her more, fighting her in a playful game of dominance and when they finally broke the kiss they were both breathless and smiling as they looked at each other. Regina's hand moved to Emma's face, tenderly tucking the stray curls behind the Swan's ears. The mayor loved the younger woman's hair; everything about it really. The length, the colour and especially the feminine curl, softening Emma's more masculine features into a sculptured beauty, one which the blonde had no idea was even possible to be perceived as such. But Regina saw it. She saw it in moments like these. She saw it when Emma was having emotive moments with Henry and when the blonde slept, arms protectively keeping Regina close, the brunette would see such beauty in the devotion the Swan had for her Queen. And Regina loved this woman, this oblivious insufferable woman in front of her and as she stared into the green eyes of Emma Swan, she could see the same love mirroring her own in those orbs. And Emma was not even trying to hide her emotions. The blonde practically over flowed with piety and love for Regina, so much so the likes of which Regina had never experienced in all her lifetimes of being a girl, a woman or a Queen. She had known admiration, lust full admiration at that but never tender and affectionate love. Even Daniel, the one which she had felt the closest thing resembling love to, could not compare to the utter abundance of affection illuminating from this woman in front of her. And sometimes it was too much. It blinded Regina so much so that it made her look away and that she did now as well.

And at that Emma's eyes grew in size, thinking she did something wrong.

"I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong?" She never understood these little moments Regina had and the mayor had many of them. And at times like these, the blonde usually fought Regina on these matters, harshly even, especially when these dark spells were at there worst. It was more out of habit, the fight Emma put up, more out of her own life experiences passed. The younger woman never wanted it to seem like she herself as Emma Swan was a doormat or just a sexual sound board to be used on whim and discarded once the moment has passed. But now and then she knew when not to be stubborn and thus the blonde let the brunette have her privacy in that regard. Now and then she knew when to observe, when not to rush head on into the fray and just let Regina be. She never pressed her to talk about it then, if Regina did not start on her own but Emma always assuring her that if the older woman wished to vent, then the blonde could actually shut up and just listen and nod accordingly. The notion in itself always seemed to amuse Regina so much so that her dark mood lifted into a lighter shade, one which was not as frightening to embrace both by the brunette and the Swan.

But Emma knew that if she was not careful, then Regina's darkness might consume the Queen. And she had seen it. She had tasted the darkness smothering her at first hand that night in the tower but she never voiced her concern to Regina. She did not want to confess how much the brunette had actually frightened the blonde to the core. It would break Regina and may even shove her back into that dark space so much so that even Emma's light magic would not be able to reach her.

So Emma did what she could and what this specific situation required and planted feathered kisses along Regina's jawline. Not sexual in nature but loving, deep rooted loving kisses as she touched the olive toned beauty against her neck and collarbone, fingers caressing more than actually resting to touch. It made Regina sigh as she smiled, eyes closing, relaxing immediately, just as Emma knew she would. It was something Emma would also not voice, how well she knew the brunette, both out of respect and Regina's inner need for privacy, not ever wanting anyone to know her too well. And the blonde understood this. She understood these walls and that was exactly why she was able to scale up them without another thought and break through the last of them without any hesitation what so ever.

They were the same and yet complete opposites. Yin and Yang. Night and day. Light and darkness and that was exactly why they were meant to be together. Emma pulled Regina close to her body, her neck resting in the crook of the brunette's neck as she kisses her tenderly and slowly wrapped her arms around her back. Another soft sigh left Regina's lips as she held onto Emma. They were safe now. They were happy and nothing would keep them apart again. And then when Emma felt Regina's lips on her shoulder, nipping and kissing a bit more aggressively she smirked, knowing the Queen wanted to start again. Emma then leaned closer.

"Such a relentless woman you are my Queen. "

"As are you. Perhaps even more than I am. Always hmmm wanting to go again."

"Yes well. How can I not? You make me want to ahhhh hmmmm." Emma arched her back as she felt two fingers thrust inside of her.

"What was that dear? Do speak up."

"I-I…oh god hmmmmm."

As she moaned the rain started to once more let its presence known, pelting against the window of their bedroom. The crisp night air, coupled with the sounds of the night, made the older woman pause for a moment.

"Lovely isn't it?" Regina said, her head tilting to the side as she listened, eyes closing a bit.

"Yes," Emma replied, her hand moving to caress the brunette's arm, "…lovely." The older woman then looked back and found the blonde regarding her with such affection that all the Queen could do was smile.

"I was talking about the rain."

"I know. But still. You are."

For a moment Regina and Emma stilled and looked upon one another. This was perfect. Here and now, with the rain falling in the background. They needed nothing else but one another and their child. Again the blonde smiled and at this a faint smirked formed upon the brunette's lips as her fingers started teasing her Swan again.

"Regina…hmmmm you mmmm….I-I…"

The mayor smirked once more as she leaned in closer to whisper, "Yes dear?" and then thrusted into her slowly.

"I …think you are terrible."

The blonde was smiling as she spoke causing the older woman to actually blush and then laugh suddenly, kissing Emma's lips as she increased her thrusts.

"Hmmm yes. Yes I am."

And with that she smirked and showed the blonde just how terrible she could be.

Emma suddenly woke with a jolt. For a moment she did not know where she was before the faint smell of soil and pine brought her back to the events of last night. She had gone in search of Regina and then she fell and then the storm and then…Her hand moved to feel her now flushed cheeks as she remembered the imagery of lips and heaving breasts.

A dream?

She frowned as she lightly touched her lips, a small smile forming on its own and then she blinked.

No… a memory.

Emma sighed but her smile returned soon after blossoming into a stronger one. This was good. She thought. It was the first dream she had, had in this annoying forest which did not involve Cora. She started to stand, bracing herself for cracking bones and stiff tired muscles, but to her surprise she rose quite easily. At this she frowned and stood there for a few seconds assessing her body. She was not tired. At all. Could a good night's sleep really have helped her that much? Emma shrugged a bit as she thought of the fact that it was also the first time she had slept right through without screaming awake. So she pawned it off on a good night's sleep and that was that.

Her hand moved to feel her cheeks again. Warm and flushed. She blinked a bit and as her hand slipped past the uncomfortable pants, touching her underwear, she found wetness seeping from her core. Emma bit her lip, tapping it lightly and reacting immediately. God damn she was aroused and why wouldn't she be? After that dream no correction memory, she is surprised her pants were not drenched in her lady mess. But even though she was in need of release, she did not slip her fingers past the fabric to her aching folds, as she knew she had not washed properly in two days. And she did not even want to think of where here hands have been let alone what it had touched. She scrunched up her nose, registering what she smelled like, apart from her arousal, for the first time in a long time. She needed a shower or just to wash herself properly for once. And with that she grabbed her sword, strapped it in and left the cave, still blithely unaware of the fact that she was being watched.