Chapter Six: My Girl
She had ended up watching six episodes of OITNB with Emma before she decided to head home for the night. She hadn't expected to be forcefully pushed into her room by her little sister, and had to restrain herself from lashing out.
"Do not put your hands on me, ever again." Zelena warned, her nostrils flaring.
"I don't know what the hell you think you are doing what Emma, but you are going to put a stop to it now." Regina hissed out, not wanting her parents to get involved.
"What ever me and Emmy get up to in our spare time, in none of your business." Zelena said smugly, slipping off her heels while simultaneously taking off her diamond studs.
"It is my business when my sister thinks she is going to try to bang my best friend! Have you ever heard of Girl Code?" Regina was taken aback by her sister's unladylike snort.
"Have you? Do you even hear yourself? You are fucking your supposedly 'best friends' sister! And then you stand by while she berates you 'best friend'. You really should work on your friendship skills." Zelena shook her head, her fiery red curls flying everywhere. She had air quoted the word best friend obnoxiously.
"Emma is a big girl, she can handle herself." Regina crossed her arms, but even she knew she should have spoke up when Elsa was going on her rant. She was just in shock at the youngest of the groups transformation, but she couldn't very well say that, now could she?
"Precisely, which is why I'm wondering why you think you have a right to try and run an interference. She is a big girl in your words...However it has absolutely nothing to do with being a 'big girl'. As a best friend you should have said something. Instead you acted as a girlfriend and played the part of a bystander. If anybody other than Elsa had said those things you wouldn't have even hesitated to jump in and put a stop to it." Zelena stopped, knowing she had Regina there.
"Crickets? Mmmm, there is a first for everything." Zelena smirked.
"Emma isn't like one of your toys, Zelena. You can't pick her up and put her down whenever you feel like it. She deserves better than you." Regina shot back.
"Oh how I wish you would heed your own advice. Seeing as its been you who has been picking her up and putting her down like an old but good book. Like I said, work on your friendship skills before you try to come for me." Zelena flipped her hair over her shoulder, bored with the repetitive conversation.
"If you hurt her-" Regina started her threat.
"You'll do what? Not a damn thing. You twiddle your thumbs like you did tonight when your girlfriend was hurting her. Now run along before you make me mad." Zelena waved her hand dismissively
"You have no idea what I'm capable of Zelena. I would do best to heed that." Regina bit out before stalking out of the room.
"Always the one for melodramatics." Zelena scoffed before closing the door and turning the lock. She didn't need anyone trying to bust in on her while she unwind from a very stressful week. Walking over to her Beats Pod, she synced it to her Iphone before turning on Maxwell. The sounds of Pretty Wings softly played as she began to strip away her dress. The material fell to a puddle around her feet as she stepped out of it. Her breast were on the smaller side, but perky none the less so she opted out of wearing a bra earlier. In nothing but a black pair of custom made briefs that hugged her hips snugly while also hiding what she considered an uglier secret underneath. Having to wear these all the time was stifling, but it was much better than trying to explain what she hardly knew.
She grabbed the bottle of Grey Goose Vodka from it's hidden spot in her nightstand before she began to drink from it. She always seem to need to be slightly inebriated to do this alone, and she need to be past tipsy to do this with a partner.
Slowly and with deft fingers she began to slip off the pair of underwear, feeling the slight weight that had been pushed up and concealed, drop slightly as she let out a little sigh. It had taken her some years but she was finally able to actually look at what it was between her legs without being repulsed because of what society tried to teach her was normal. Sure she wasn't average, but that didn't make her some freak of nature either.
The nineteen year old reached down and took hold of her slightly flaccid member, murmuring when her cool hand came into contact with the soft warm flesh. Giving a few experimental jerks, she let her finger circle the slit at the top of her mushroom shaped head.
"Oh God.." She hissed, taking a deep pull from the bottle, she capped it before returning it to its spot and came back with a small bottle of Astroglide instead. Spreading it liberally over her member, she crawled onto her bed, feeling her rod slap against her stomach twice before she settled on her back. The sounds of Pretty Wings faded out as Cater 2 You by Destiny Child came on. She closed her eyes as her fingers came up to caress the tight sack that rested underneath her cock. This always got her closer to where she needed to be, and it would only be about ten more minutes until she finished in her hand.
"Ahh fuck." Zelena's back arched off the bed. Despite the bitter ending that was her relationship with Elsa, and the blonde going after her little sister, the thought of her never failed to help her reach the brink of cumming. It was her imagination that normally pushed her over the edge. However when her phone buzzed and Emma's contact picture came up, her mind immediately went to earlier. How the blonde looked in nothing but her white lacy undergarments, and that tattoo-
"Ugggnn." The first spurt caught her by surprise, landing on the upper part of her chest close to her breast before she realized what was happening. Three more jets landed much lower but she was just happy none of it landed on her comforter, she really didn't want to explain having to clean her sheets for the third time this week.
"That fucking tattoo." Zelena gritted out before she began to clean herself up.
Picking up her phone, she read the text that Emma had shot her.
-I think Elsa still has feelings for you...
-Fuck her and her feelings
Zelena wrote back before heading into her en suite for a quick shower. She could have just wanked one off in the shower, but she much preferred the comforts of a bed. She made quick work of washing up before she semi towel dried off and dress in comfortable clothes. She had two texts from Emma and one from a number that wasn't saved.
-She told me that I know nothing about you, and that a child should stay in a child's place and let the adults handle their business. -_-
-Like shes only three years older than me. I seriously can't stand that bitch.
-Ignore her, she is simply trying to get under your skin. I'll be by to pick you up at 9:30am tomorrow. Wear those tight ripped capris, a white tank and that mint color blazer. A pair of either black or white pumps. See ya darling, good night.
Zelena felt guilty, seeing as it was the image of her fake girlfriend that got her off. So she hurried to end the conversation. Opening up the last message from the unsaved number she rolled her eyes when she realized it was Elsa. Saving her contact as -Icy Bitch with several dog emojis with a pile of shit next to it she chuckled.
-I don't know what you think your doing with my sister, but leave her out of our drama Zelena. The only people who will end up hurt is the both of you.
"This bitch has some nerve." Zelena scoffed as her fingers practically danced on her phone as she quickly wrote our her response.
-Is that a threat? You should know well enough by now I don't take kindly to those, dear. Remember the last time you thought you were running someone or something, you were the one who ended up with egg on your face.
-Well who has the egg now? You think your funny don't you? Fuck you and Glinda, I hope that bitch was worth it! How does it feel to see me with your little sister? Hmm
-Oh dear, of course it was worth it. How did it feel to see me fucking your best friend on your bed?
It was only fifteen seconds later that her phone was ringing, and Icy Bitch popped up causing her to smile smugly down at the phone. She didn't even get the chance to say hello before Elsa had went off.
"You think your some hotshot don't you?! Don't you EVER throw that in my face again, you sick demented bitch!" Elsa spat.
"Did I touch your soft spot, dear?" Zelena chuckled before continuing.
"You brought this all on yourself! You couldn't have just left well enough alone. Don't sit up here and play the victim like I didn't catch you with your hand down some other bitches pants! Then you turned around like you were doing me some great big favor because who would want to be with me right?" Zelena laughed again coldly.
"I didn't fuck her! We were just fooling around! And I was drunk!" Elsa shouted.
"Drunk or not, it doesn't change what you did or what you said. In fact I should thank you. The whole time I was with you I felt stifled but lucky to call you my girlfriend! What a fucking load of shit. You are plastic, dear. Easy to mold but not quite what people want when they have the means to purchase glass or something better. And when you catch on fire, your toxic to the people around you. Who would want to be with me, right?" Zelena bit out.
"Well I guess I touched YOUR soft spot first." Elsa gritted out.
"On contrary, it was your best friend who touched my soft spot. In fact she made it very very hard. I think its funny too, because she wanted to be with me. Several times in fact. Oh the wicked things she let me do to her, the things she let me do to her knowing you were going to find out. It was quite delicious. In fact, my soft spot is getting hard right now thinking about it."Zelena laughed coldly, pleased with herself when she heard Elsa's sharp gasp.
"You are such a bitch."Elsa's voice wavered, and Zelena could hear the girl sniffle in the background.
"I know." Zelena hummed before hanging up the phone
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Elsa couldn't stop the tears from spilling over as Zelena forced her back to remember the day she destroyed them for good. Perhaps they were long over before they started, two very jaded people could never be together without bringing one another down. She tried convincing herself that's why she allowed Regina's advances when at first she was going to say no. But the bitter side of her won out, and the thought of hurting Zelena even the slightest bit as much as she hurt her was appealing.
Yes she had known about her sisters feeling for the brunette, anyone with two eyes could see that. But that didn't mean that Regina returned her feelings, except looking at how the teen gawked at her sister when she walked in left her unsure of her standing. And admittedly, the thought of getting one over the 'golden child' always held an appeal.
It wasn't fair that she got praised for everything that came naturally to her. Being smart in school while Elsa struggled and tried her best but was never noticed. Being selfless like the time she saved Grace Hatter from that frozen over pond even though Elsa was closer. She was afraid the girl would pull her down and they would both be stuck. Not to mention she was more athletically inclined where as Elsa tended to be clumsy and she hated to sweat. All her life she had to compete with her little sister only to come up short time and time again. She was sick of the way her mother praised her bastard illegitimate child around the house, as if it hadn't caused a rift in their family.
She was three the first time her parents got divorced, she could barely remember it but she remembers being six when they got back together. She definitely remembers being nine and watching her little sisters father strut into their house as if he owned it, and she remembers the arguments her parents got into after every visit. That's initially how she discovered they had different fathers.
Flashback:
The brunette man was back again, this was his third visit in the span of six months and a nine year old Elsa was confused. Why did he keep coming back?
"Eugene, I've told you countless times that I can drop Emma off at your condo. You are causing problems every time you come here." Her mother hissed at the man. Why would she drop Emma off at his condo?
"Ahh Ahh, Court Order says I pick her up from her home. We wouldn't want to disrupt her anymore than she has." Flynn tsked his tongue before looking around the house.
"The court order also says you are supposed to get her twice a month for two days. It's been almost a year and you've seen her a grand total of three times. You always leave her hanging!" Ingrid spat.
"I'm a very busy man, Ingrid. I try my best to make time for my kid, Emma understands. Don't you, kid?" Flynn asked the six year old who was standing by the door peering on. She didn't respond.
"Mama I hafta go?" Emma furrowed her eyebrows as she looked to her mother.
"Yes baby, it's only for two days." Ingrid replied as she finished checking Emma's bag to make sure she had everything she needed.
"But daddy said I could go fishing with him. He never takes me! Just Auggie and Ellie." Emma stamped her foot.
"Emmalyn! He is not your daddy, I am!" Flynn interjected, his voice stern. The child simply looked at him with her lips parted in confusion.
"Mom?" Elsa stepped forward, her face displaying her confusion. Phoebus had just walked in from the back door when Flynn turned on him.
"Why is my kid calling you Daddy?" He crossed his arms.
"She calls him that, because unlike you he is actually here everyday with her. Like a father." Ingrid spoke for Phoebus, not wanting the situation to escalate.
"Please! He came back when she was three, don't act like he's been there since day 1. I don't want my kid calling him daddy. He isn't her father, those DNA papers you gave me prove it." Flynn felt himself getting angry.
"That's fine." Phoebus spoke up for the first time.
"Daddy I want to go fishing!" Emma pouted, stamping her foot again.
"He isn't your dad!" Flynn slammed his hand down on the table startling everyone. Elsa ran to her father side, and peered at her sister who's pouted lip began to quiver.
"Emma, from now on you need to call me Phoebus." Phoebus tried not to give away any emotion as he spoke to the child he helped raise for the past three years. This is what he was afraid of when he decided to work things out with Ingrid. Getting attached to a child who could be taken from him. He had no legal rights to Emma. He wasn't married to Ingrid when she was born, and he wasn't on her birth certificate.
"But daa-" Emma's sentence was cut off by Flynn snatching the bag from Ingrid and taking her by the arm roughly and leading her out.
"Flynn stop!" Ingrid chased after him.
"She's fine!" He bit out
"See you in two days. Say goodbye to Mommy and PHOEBUS." Flynn put the extra empathizes on the mans name.
"Mama!" Emma started to cry and drag her feet, so Flynn picked her up before leaving.
The argument that followed after resulted in broken glasses and plates. And her father sleeping on the couch for two days. It was at dinner the night Emma came home, that Elsa finally asked the questioned she wanted an answer for.
"Mom, why does Emma have a different dad?" Elsa narrowed her eyes at her younger sister who was hiding behind her hair. When Ingrid didn't answer, Phoebus made a bitter remark for her.
"Your mother made a mistake, one that she can't take back." Phoebus glared at his wife before sparing a glance at the child and softening, but Elsa missed that. In her mind, the mistake that couldn't be taken back was Emma herself.
"Why can't she just go with that man forever then? She doesn't belong here." Elsa miffed.
"Elsa Jane, watch yourself! Your sister isn't going anywhere. She's family!" Ingrid spoke firmly, glaring back at her husband for the biting remark.
"No she isn't. Me and August have the same mom and dad, she doesn't. She can go live with her real dad." Elsa sneered, watching the six year old slide off her chair before she rushed away from the table.
"Shut up, dummy!" A twelve year old August took off after his baby sister but not before throwing in his own jab.
END of Flashback
The next morning.
Elsa woke up with a slight headache, a dry mouth and bleary eyes. All the result of crying herself to sleep last night. She muffled her sobs into her pillow, she wouldn't give anybody the satisfaction of hearing her cry. She rose from the bed, showered and dressed herself before heading down to breakfast. Emma was already at the table, her make up impeccable causing Elsa to falter for moment. How did she know how to do it? Before last night she had never seen Emma wearing anything other than chapstick, occasionally.
"You have a letter from your brother." Her father spoke up, before bringing his mug of coffee to his lips. He wasn't really a talker, especially in the morning. She suspected if there hadn't been a letter he would have simply nodded at her.
"So what are your plans for today, girls?" Ingrid asked as she spread her raspberry jam onto a piece of whole grain toast.
"Regina and I are headed to the cinema and then the beach. I'm going to take her out on a date later." Elsa commented, watching Emma clutch at her butter knife until her knuckles were white. Good
"What about you Emma? Any plans for today?" Ingrid asked her youngest child.
"I dunno, Zelena is supposed to pick me up in ten minutes." Emma shrugged, stabbing a piece of cantaloupe with her fork before chewing it slowly.
"Are you two like...dating now?" Elsa gritted her teeth as she asked the question.
"Does it matter?" Emma looked at her with a raised eyebrow, catching her sister off guard. Well look who finally grew some balls.
"I think its highly inappropriate for my little sister to be dating my ex girlfriend who is much older than you. Not to mention she is your best friends sister, do you have no loyalty?" Elsa questioned, watching Emma narrow her eyes at her.
"Regina is my best friend, and the age gap between you two is very similar. Not to mention she is your ex's little sister. People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones." Emma rolled her eyes, fed up with the hypocrisy.
"Girls, lets not start today." Ingrid warned, receiving a hum from Phoebus in agreement. The doorbell rang and Emma got up.
"Whatever, I'll see you all later." Emma muttered.
"Emma-"Ingrid called out but let her daughter leave without chase.
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"Are you ready?" Zelena let her eyes rake up and down Emma's figure before settling on her face.
"Yeah, let's get out of here." Emma nodded.
AN: I'm not giving away the ending couple, so if you only read one particular ship, this is where we part until the end. Thanks for sticking it out this far guys.