A/N: Thank you for sticking around, guys! I really appreciate it, and I will do everything to make sure you don't regret it.
I guess at this point a Trigger warning is in order; there will be a sexual assault scene by the end of the chapter.
All mistakes are mine, I'm sorry for them, and hope that everything is understandable.
Chapter 13
„Your mum will so figure out what you did last night."
Those were Ruby's first words as her friend finally showed up. Emma was lost in thoughts, humming to herself, while she rummaged through the fridge. She filled a glass of orange juice and leaned against the counter, happily daydreaming, until Ruby snapped her fingers in front of her face.
"What?"
"Girl, I'm talking to you," Ruby said, lifting an eyebrow.
"Oh, yeah, of course. Sorry, I was –"
"Lost in thoughts, yeah," the brunette finished her sentence. "I said your mother would figure out that you had sex last night, I'm just warning you."
"Why would you say that?"
"Because you look … different somehow. You're radiating, there's a sparkle in your eyes and I think you don't even realize it, but you're grinning like a fool since you stepped into my apartment. And you smell like sex."
Emma's jaw dropped in horror, but then she saw Ruby's shit eating grin, "I showered, you idiot." She took a seat on Ruby's couch, her friend followed her, making herself comfortable and looking at Emma with an eager expression on her face. "Oh, no. Just no."
"Emma, come on," Ruby whined.
"Yesterday you said it grosses you out to think about us, and now –"
"Now I changed my mind!" cut her off. "Talk!"
The blonde sighed, but then a big smile spread across her face, "It was … I know it sounds so mushy and clichéd even, but it was perfect. For me, it was perfect. Though I freaked out for a few seconds, Regina … she was so wonderful, so understanding. She sort of guided me a little … and then … Yeah, well … it was heavenly, and I am not a virgin anymore." Emma leaned back on the couch, and closed her eyes in pure contentment.
"Did you go down on her?" Ruby bluntly asked.
Green eyes snapped open, staring at her friend in disbelief. "That's … that's really private."
"You didn't."
"I –"
"It's okay, it was your first time."
"Ruby –"
"You will sooner or later. I love it when Graham does it."
"Ruby, that's just inappropriate, and I …"
"Did she go down on you? She did, didn't she?" her friend grinned knowingly.
"RUBY!" Emma cried out, blushing a deep red and averting her gaze. Ruby's throaty laugh filled the apartment, and just moments later the doorbell rang. Thank God, the blonde thought.
"Don't think you're off the hook, yet," Ruby laughed as she went to open the door. "Hello, Mrs. Gold," she greeted Emma's mother and stepped aside to let her in.
"Good morning, Ruby. And it's still Mary Margaret for you," she insisted. The brunette apologized bashfully, biting her tongue. Emma had mention a thousand times, that her mother didn't like to be called Mrs. Gold, which had obviously to do with the fact that her husband's a bully. "Is Emma feeling better?" the pixie haired woman asked, still standing in the small hallway.
"Indeed, she is!" Ruby said, as she heard her friends approaching footsteps. She grinned brightly, and added, "It is as if she had some sort of miracle overnight healing. She's all but glowing, I don't even know how she did it. She must had a very, very restful night. Right, Em?"
The blonde had to suppress a groan, and if she weren't so damn happy, she probably would have strangled her friend right in front of her mother. Emma greeted her mother with a kiss on her cheek, telling her that she was feeling better.
"Are you sure, darling? You're feeling a bit warm," Mary Margaret said, while she touched her forehead.
"Mum, I'm fine. I promise," she reassured her. "Are you okay?" she added worryingly, as she really took her mother's appearance in for the first time. Dear God, when had she lost so much weight? And those dark circles under her eyes never seemed to vanish.
"Just tired, honey. I didn't get much sleep."
'Worrying about me', Emma guessed. She felt guilty for lying, but then again, how could she possibly tell her mother, that she was in love with another woman? She would freak out, she knew it. It was the way her mother was raised, strictly catholic. In her eyes, homosexuality was a sin.
"I'm sorry, Mum."
"Don't be, sweetie. Ruby told me yesterday that you guys had an amazing time. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself a bit," her mother smiled.
"Oh, she so did enjoy herself," Ruby muttered under her breath, but Emma heard her and whirled around, throwing her a warning look. Her friend was grinning smugly, and just shrugged.
"Let's go home, darling. I'm glad your diarrhea has disappeared," her mother added, wishing Ruby a good day and leaving her apartment.
"My wha …" You've got to be fucking kidding me! Emma flushed in embarrassment. She stared at her friend in sheer disbelief, mouthing 'Really?' while she shook her head. Ruby literally had had to bite her tongue from laughing out loud. The blonde cleared her throat, and leaned in, whispering, "You're so gonna pay for that," before she followed her mother outside. Just second later she heard Ruby's laugh echoing through the staircase.
The next two days went by so fast, Emma couldn't believe that her brother Neal was now a married man. She was sitting at a table with Ruby and sipped on a glass of ice-cold water, allowing her tired and aching feet a small break. The cool night breeze tickled her skin, while the half-moon shone bright over them. She felt a little exhausted from all the dancing on those 4 inch high heels (what was she thinking?), hence the break. Her face lit up as she watched her brother and his bride floating over the dance floor. It was wonderful. They looked so happy, with their constant smiles and their sparkling eyes.
Warmed spread over Emma's body, as her mind kept bouncing to Regina, over and over again. Her smile fell as she remembered the phone call yesterday, in which her love had informed her that she wouldn't make it to the weeding. Emma had been so looking forward to see her, and was a little disappointed, but then again it was probably for the best. She was pretty sure she wouldn't have managed to take her hands off of her lover – especially if she would wear one of those tight dresses (which was more than likely). That would lead their relationship coming to light. They still hadn't talked about it, and, to be honest, Emma didn't feel nearly ready for it.
Sighing deeply, she let her head fell back and closed her eyes. She missed Regina. It was only two days since she saw her, but she missed her terribly. She missed her touch, her voice, her smile. Even her smell; it was intoxicating. It terrified her how much she ached for her lover. As if on cue, her cell phone rang, pulling her out of her misery.
"Regina!" she whispered into her phone.
"Parking lot, now. I'm waiting."
That was all she said before she hung up. Emma stood up abruptly, her heart beating loudly with excitement. "Ruby, if someone's looking for me, I'm in the bathroom," she said hastily.
Her friend smirked, "Booty calls?" Emma shushed her, waving her off, but her smile and the faint blush on her cheeks gave her away. "Looks like I'm not the only one who's getting laid tonight", Ruby said.
"Dear, God," the blonde groaned, while she pulled her high heels on, "You're insufferable."
"You love me," her friend winked, laughing happily.
"That I do."
"Go get some, Em. I'll be cheering for you."
The blonde rolled her eyes, waving lightly and then leaving discretely through the crow. It was packed. It felt as if all Storybrooke was gathered out here celebrating with them. Therefore, sneaking out was no problem at all. She hurried through the field – she cursed whoever made the decision to celebrate outdoors – careful not to break her neck. Rounding the big farmhouse, she walked through a bunch of parked cars, before she spotted Regina, standing at the yellow bug. Dark brown orbs met green sparkling ones. Emma's face lit up. The crescent moon illuminated the way as she picked up her pace and practically jumped into Regina's arms. She hugged her tightly, almost knocking the breath out of the older woman.
"Emma. I –"
Regina's words were cut off when the blonde's mouth covered hers. Two hands grabbed her face, a tongue demanded entrance, which she granted happily. The kiss wasn't tender, not at all. It was hot and messy, full of desire. A deep groan tore Regina's throat when Emma took her lower lip between her teeth, biting down lightly before she let it go with a pop.
They stared into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity, surrounded by the faint music in the background and light cricket chirping. Both were breathing hard.
"Why, hello to you, too," Regina broke the silence eventually.
"God, Regina," Emma chuckled and nuzzled her face into her neck. "I missed you so much," she breathed against her neck, prepping light kisses over the soft skin.
"I missed you, too. I'm so sorry I couldn't be by your side tonight."
"You're here now," the younger woman said, leaning back and meeting her gaze. "That's enough."
Regina cupped a pale cheek which was slightly flushed now, dropping a chaste kiss on swollen lips. They hugged again. Emma's arms sneaked around her neck, pulling her in. Unlike the blonde, she wasn't wearing high heels tonight, which led to unusual high difference between them; and Regina loved it. As her face buried into her neck, she put her arms around a slim waist, hugging her tightly.
She had felt awful since Emma had left two days ago. The bad feeling was haunting her every single second of the day. It was eating her from the inside out. She had tried to distract herself by working hard on controlling her magic, taking long rides with Rocinante, and wearing herself out to the point of exhaustion. But none of it helped – until now. She had longed for her love, and now that she felt her arms around her, her heart felt lighter. All her worries vanished as soon as Emma was in her arms.
"You look stunning," she said after a while, looking up, meeting green eyes.
"Thank you," Emma blushed, lowering her gaze shyly, but pressing her body firmer against Regina's. "I really, really missed you," she repeated, running a hand through short dark brown hair; it felt like silk. A surprised "OH" escaped her lips, when Regina spun them around, her back hitting the side of the car. Hungry lips found her throat, trailing open mouthed kisses over her skin.
"You feel so – oh …" a hand grabbed the back of her left thigh, pulling it up, "… good," Emma finished, breathless, as she wrapped her leg around Regina's waist. "You feel so good," she moaned, tugging on the brunette's hair and capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
Regina caressed Emma's thigh, getting more and more aroused with every passing second. She thought seriously about taking the blonde in the middle of the parking lot. She had to feel her – all of her.
"I want you."
"I know," Emma panted, squeezing a riding pants clad ass, "take me. Please."
"I need you, Emma."
"Please, Regina."
Just as the brunette was about to reach between them, her cell phone rang. The ringtone sounded harsh out here, pulling them both out of their little bubble. They tried to ignore it, waiting for the tone to end – but it didn't. Regina groaned in frustration, still not willing stop the kiss. Emma was to one who pulled back in the end.
"You should answer."
"No," Regina grunted, as she tried to capture her lips once more.
"It could be important," Emma reasoned.
Goddamn.
Without changing their position she reached into her pocket. She had to bite back a groan as she saw her sister's number on the display. Great timing, Zelena, just great! She thought.
"Now is really not a good time," she hissed into the phone.
Emma raised an eyebrow at the harsh greeting. She wasn't used to see that side of Regina. As the brunette suddenly let go of her, she got even more confused.
"What are you talking about?" Regina screamed into the device. The sound of her voice had changed dramatically. From pissed off too panicked in a matter of seconds. "Calm down, I don't … okay … calm down, I'll be right there. I'm on my way."
"Is everything alright?" Emma asked, as soon as she hung up.
"I … no. My s –"she stopped. She couldn't just blurting out that she had a sister. Not now. "A friend of mine needs me," she said instead (which wasn't exactly a lie). "I'm sorry, Emma. I'm so sorry." She grabbed the blonde's face and kissed her deeply, "I have to go, I'm sorry."
"What are you apologizing for? Go, be awesome," Emma smiled, squeezing her hands.
"I love you, you know that, right?"
"I do. I love you, too."
"I'll call you."
Emma nodded while Regina took a few steps backwards, not just yet taking her eyes off of her love. There was it again – the awful feeling in her chest. She felt a pinching pain around her heart, as if someone was trying to crush it. Zelena needed her. Some kids had thrown stones through her window, one of them had hit her head. She was confused and hurt and panicked. Her sister needed her. But then there were this feeling … she was torn.
"Go, she needs you," Emma encouraged her, when she saw the hesitation. "I'm good. I should probably head back to the others before they start worrying."
Regina smiled lightly, blowing her a kiss, before she went off.
She should have stayed.
Emma still leaned against her car long after Regina was out of sight. She was a little worried about Regina's sudden departure and this mystery friend of hers. The brunette was always pretty reserved when they talked about her life. She was at odds with her family and didn't like to talk about them, and Emma respected that, because she too knew what it felt like. They had each other know, though, and that would be enough.
A smile tugged at her lips, and she let out a quiet sigh, thinking about their hot make out session just minutes ago, which had left her panties soaked. She could feel the wetness between her legs.
"Evening, milady," a voice pulled her out of her thoughts.
She jumped up in alarm, whirling around – Killian.
"What are you doing here?" she asked in sheer disbelief.
"I'm invited to the wedding."
"No, you're not."
He chuckled, taking a wavering step forward - he was drunk.
"No, I'm not," he admitted.
Emma rolled her eyes and was about to leave, when he suddenly stood before her, grabbing her face and pressing his lips against hers. His tongue tried to make his way through her mouth, but Emma managed to push him away.
"Did you lost your mind?" she yelled, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand in disgust. Again. He did it again! She was fuming! "Is it a hobby of yours to kiss strange girls, against their will?" she spat.
"Nah, luv. Just you. Sorry," he smirked and shrugged.
"Go get sober, and leave me the fuck alone! I want nothing to do with you, get it already!"
Emma was so mad, and then she did a horrible mistake – she turned her back to him. She had barely take a step, when Killian suddenly pushed her against the car, her front hitting the cool metal. The blonde wriggled like a fish on land, trying to free herself from him, which caused him to laugh. Apparently he thought it was funny.
"Let go of me, immediately or I'll scream!" Emma warned him.
All at once he stopped laughing, but didn't otherwise move. He buried his face in blonde hair and took a deep breath. The anger that Emma had felt so far turned into fear.
"What … what are you doing … stop …" she stammered. Her voice was shaking and her body began to tremble. She froze, as he pushed her hair aside and slit his lips over her neck.
"You smell so good," he whispered softly.
As he pushed his hand under her dress, panic rose in her.
"Don't touch me!" Emma shouted.
She kicked him, but he grabbed her wrists and pressed them with one hand against the car roof. Why the hell is he so strong? She thought. Her scream was stifled by his free hand. His heavy body pressed hers against the car – she could feel his erection.
"Calm down," he whispered in her ear.
Frantically she squirmed under his grasp.
"I won't hurt you. Let's just play a bit, shall we?" he breathed out.
He let his tongue slide over her neck, and a cold shiver ran down Emma's spine. She looked around, hoping that someone was nearby. But there wasn't. As he let go of her mouth she was about to scream again, but he pressed his body firmer against hers and laughed in her ear, "Don't even try, or I'll really hurt you. Understood?"
"Please, Killian. Let go of me. You'll regret this tomorrow," Emma said, trying to sound as calmly as she could, but her trembling voice betrayed her. He could feel her fear.
Of course he didn't listen to her, instead he began to caress the inside of her thighs.
"We're just playing a bit."
Emma pressed her legs together, disgusted by his touches, but he was too strong. His fingers reached her panties – her wet panties. She gasped in horror.
"Please, stop," the blonde whimpered.
He pulled on her panties, and giggled darkly; it was poison to her ears. Tears were running down her cheeks, as he pushed the panties aside, sliding a single digit through her wet folds.
"What … what are you doing? Please, stop it," she pleaded with tears in her eyes.
He pulled his hand back, and suddenly held his finger in front of Emma's face.
"Look how wet you are, luv."
For Regina, it had been for Regina.
"You like it, don't you? You're a filthy lil whore."
She had never felt more humiliated than at this moment. It weren't just his words. She felt as though her body had betrayed her, even though she knew it hasn't. It had been for Regina, not for him.
Again, he tugged playfully on her panties, his other hand cupping her breasts. BASTARD! Emma bit her lip, and rammed Killian with full force her elbow in the ribs. He cried out in pain and staggered backwards. The blonde turned around and started to run, but he reacted quickly, without much effort grabbing her waist and whirling her around.
"Not so fast, I thought we were going to play," he spat angrily.
Emma screamed again, as loud as she could. He put his hand once again on my mouth, but this time she bit down, kicking him between his legs.
"Fuck," he hissed.
They stood there, facing each other, breathing hard. Killian's eyes flashed dangerously, while tears were running down Emma's face. Her heart threatened to jump out of her chest.
"You're fucking sexy, when you get mad," he smirked.
Roughly he grabbed Emma's chin, pressing his mouth against hers, biting down, hard. She tasted blood.
"You like it the hard way, don't you? It gets you wet," he whispered softly.
His hands grabbed both of her breasts, squeezing them brutally. Startled, Emma held her breath.
"Those will be mine," he said threateningly. Then one hand moved down her body, cupping her core through her dress. "Just like that," he pointed out.
Emma's feet threatened to give away, and she had never felt so humiliated in her whole life. She gathered her last strength, spit on his face and pushed him away.
"You disgust me," she replied, trembling.
His cell phone rang. He took it out of his pocket and gazed at the display.
"I have to go now, luv. I'm sorry to leave you," he apologized sweetly.
Emma swayed a few steps, leaning her body against her brother's car.
"Go away … I never want to see you again," she said quietly.
"Oh, but luv, you will … faster than you can imagine," he muttered happily.
And then he left …
A/N: Please, let me know what you think. I love every single Review, no matter if it's positive or negative. I learn from them :) Feel free to PM me, if you have some questions. AND please don't forget - SQ is ENDGAME, no matter how angsty this story will become.