A/N: kinky, angry SwanQueen sex anyone? I had to skip eps 14 and 15 because of what I'd done in 13 and messing up the timeline. Plus there were no real SwanQueen scenes.
And for the purpose of the fight scene, I had to get Cora and Neal out of the way, so have changed what really happened.
"Mother?" Regina asked, her voice shaking slightly as Emma held the blade to her throat.
"Choose wisely," Neal advised.
Cora glanced once more at her daughter before the dagger flew into her hands.
A grunt from behind her and Regina suddenly found herself being launched across Gold's shop, colliding with the glass case and falling to the floor heavily.
Groaning, Regina pushed herself to her hands and knees, shards of glass cutting her skin as she did so. Looking around, she saw her mother duelling with Neal, fireballs glancing off the blade of his sword. Before she could get to her feet, a heavy weight landed on her back, pushing her to the floor.
"Argh!" she cried as more glass cut her face, digging into her flesh.
She felt strong hands roughly twist her over onto her back and looked up into the glowering face of Emma Swan. The blonde was straddling her, sat across her hips so she couldn't move and reached to pin both her hands to her sides. Regina squirmed underneath the Sheriff but was unable to dislodge the stubborn woman.
"Mother!" Regina called out. She knew it was pointless, she knew Cora had defeated Neal and disappeared to find Gold. The young man fighting alongside Emma was lying lifeless on the floor on the other side of the cabinet, the sword still clutched in his grip.
"No one's coming to save you, Regina," Emma sneered, leaning down over the woman until their faces were inches apart. "Your mother, Henry, even Daniel, they've all left you."
Regina gritted her teeth as she focused on blasting the blonde backwards with her magic. But she couldn't. Something about Emma made her impervious to Regina's abilities. She wriggled again, hoping she could throw the blonde off.
Emma laughed.
"You're going nowhere Madam Mayor," the blonde said. "Not until I say so."
"What are you waiting for?" Regina spat. "You got what you wanted. You showed me that no one can love me. I've got no one, I'm alone. What more could you possibly do to me?"
A curious look came over Emma's face. The blonde seemed to be making a decision. Suddenly, Regina's mouth was covered by the younger woman's in an insistent, needy kiss. A tongue pushed forcefully into her mouth, stroking her own before teeth bit sharply on her lower lip. Regina growled at the sensation and pursed her lips against the kiss. Emma didn't give up. Instead, she released Regina's hands and moved her own fingers to the nape of the older woman's neck, stroking the soft skin there before gripping hard and pulling the plump lips more firmly against her own. Emma's tongue slithered into Regina's mouth once more and this time the brunette couldn't hold back the whimper as she tasted the other woman.
Almost subconsciously, her tongue began to stroke Emma's. The blonde grinned into the kiss and moved her hands down to roughly palm Regina's breasts. Her body arched into the touch, unbidden by the older woman but undeniably a sign of arousal. Squeezing the globes through the material wasn't enough. Emma focused hard and seconds later, Regina lay beneath her completely naked.
"How did you …?" Regina asked as she felt more glass painfully slice the skin of her back as her clothing disappeared.
"I have magic," Emma grinned before lowering her mouth to an exposed nipple. She bit, hard. Regina cried out but her hands came to fist in Emma's hair and pulled the blonde closer rather than pushing her away. The pain of the glass, the public nature of their position, the forbidden fruit of Snow White and Prince Charming's daughter. It all culminated to make Regina more aroused than she had been in a very long time.
Emma continued to feast on the generous breasts beneath her mouth, not stopping until the tan skin was peppered with dark bruises and teeth marks. Regina was hers and she wasn't going to forget it any time soon. Grinning at her handiwork, Emma moved back up to kiss Regina's mouth again, missing the taste of the older woman already.
As they kissed, Emma's hand snaked between Regina's thighs, forcing them apart abruptly as her fingers tugged and teased the coarse hairs she found there. Moving her fingers lower, Emma quickly pushed one, then two, into the dripping entrance. Regina yelped and arched her back into the sensation, her mouth finding Emma's again and biting hard on the blonde's lower lip.
"You ok?" Emma asked when her lip was released. She had stilled her fingers in the hot, clenching channel when she felt Regina tense around her.
Regina looked up into the blonde's face. Emma's eyes were wide with concern but her pupils were dark with arousal. "Fuck me," the older woman growled, rocking her hips towards Emma's fingers.
The blonde grinned and started a steady rhythm, pushing her fingers in and out as her mouth moved back to Regina's lips, kissing her harder, deeper. Her fingers curled, twisting inside as they stretched Regina wider. Emma slipped in a third finger, relishing in the tightness she now felt as Regina's entrance stretched to accommodate the intrusion.
Regina's body began to vibrate as she felt her orgasm approaching. Emma moved her hand to press against the throbbing clit as she pounded in and out of the brunette with her fingers. Regina arched forwards once more, her body pulling Emma's fingers deeper inside her as wave upon wave of pleasure crashed over her. Emma didn't stop moving until the brunette collapsed back onto the floor, completely spent.
Emma slowly pulled her fingers free and wiped the juices on her thigh. Regina looked at the blonde with hooded eyes, her brain working slower than usual due to the extraordinary climax she had just experienced.
Emma stood up and brushed the shards of glass from her jean clad knees. Turning to walk away, the blonde paused as she reached the doorway leading to the back of Gold's shop.
"You're not alone Regina. And people can love you. You just have to believe you're worthy of it."
