This chapter got a little weird, fast, I'm not gonna lie.
I regret nothing.
I hope you enjoy! :D
*Present Time*
It was quite early in the morning, the Queen could tell. The room was still bathed in darkness, the moon illuminating the curves of the naked form lying next to her.
Regina smiled.
She loved moments like this. Emma was laid out before her, bare and so completely serene and peaceful. She was on her stomach with her face turned towards Regina and her arm extended towards the woman, always reaching out for her, even in sleep.
Now the Queen quite loved Emma's wild and crazed side everyone knew and feared. As well as the completely loyal and perfectly obedient side only for her Queen. But she couldn't help but to adore having Emma this way- in such a way no one would ever have the pleasure of experiencing.
This woman. Her body. Her soul. Her heart. All laid out for the Queen. It was all Regina's and hers alone.
The joy. The love. The excitement. The pleasure.
That was only for the Queen.
Regina took Emma's wrist and lifted her arm as she moved closer and leaned her body into the sleeping woman. Emma's entire form immediately adjusted, her arm wrapping around the Queen and her face pressing into Regina's chest.
The dark woman gently ran her fingers through soft blonde hair. Another intimate experience she got that no one else would have the pleasure of. She pressed her nose to Emma's hair and inhaled deeply, her soft smile only widening, before she pressed those lips to her Knight's forehead.
Emma sighed in her sleep before tightening her hold and in a move that would shock the countless numbers that knew the Knight only as the most fearsome warrior- she nuzzled her face further into Regina's chest.
Emma loved Regina's chest. She always had and continuously, Regina had to pull Emma off when she got too carried away. But to the Queen's surprise early in their relationship, her attachment was not only in a sexual manner. The Queen never forgot the first time she noticed Emma's different reaction.
It hadn't been their first time together by any means. But it was after an extremely strenuous day when both were pent up, aggravated and exhausted. Regina had Emma thrown down on the bed and the two worked their energy out on each other for hours.
After awhile, Emma had leaned in yet again, to wrap her lips around one of Regina's breasts, already one of her favorite things to do, and Regina had been too exhausted by that point to pull her off. But then she realized after a few moments, that Emma wasn't trying to arouse her for another round anymore.
Instead, Emma was just lying there, clutching the Queen close and more suckling on her. Regina had just stared in fascination as the wild girl was calming into such a serene state, before falling completely to sleep, never letting go of the older woman.
She wasn't terribly surprised. Emma sought comfort from her in any way the Queen would grant her. No matter what that had entailed and this had merely been another to add.
Regina had always wondered if that had anything to do with the lack of mothering she got from the White Queen. She had to admit, it gave her such a sick sense of satisfaction whenever Emma lost herself, suckling from her and receiving another comfort only she could provide.
Regina blinked.
Her eyes moved slowly towards the large mirror next to their bed and she smiled deeply as a very sinister idea entered her head.
She had a passing thought of the immense joy she would have spending years torturing the captured Queen locked in their dungeon. But then she returned to the moment, her smile never wavering.
Regina let her fingers trail gently over Emma's scalp for a moment. She knew that was yet another thing that soothed Emma and wanted to make sure she was still completely asleep.
Then she shifted her body slightly. A feat proven only slightly difficult, as Emma generally held rather tightly, whether awake or in her sleep. But she managed to move up and adjusted just enough to position herself.
She knew it was probably wrong but then that was one of a million reasons her relationship with the former Princess was so intoxicating and exciting.
So the Queen lifted Emma's chin just slightly and pressed her breast so that the rougher skin would rub against her lips.
It took almost no coaxing. Regina played with Emma's lips for just a few seconds before the younger woman slowly took the Queen into her mouth and softly worked at the flesh.
Regina curled her arms around Emma and listened as a quiet sigh escaped her, a clear indication Emma was comfortable and still completely calmed and relaxed.
Regina smirked as her eyes lifted towards her mirror again. It was fortunate Emma was so completely out now, that she wouldn't notice the magic filling the room, going towards the glass next to them.
The moon reflected the white of Regina's teeth as she smiled as the image appeared of the fallen Queen restlessly turning about on the cold stone floor. The woman was moving onto her side and the Dark Queen said nothing as Snow's eyes almost instantly noticed the reflection in her cell and rapidly widened in shock.
"Oh dear, I hope I didn't wake you." Regina mocked with a grin as Snow's eyes swept over the pair lying tangled together in bed. Regina curled Emma closer to her and made sure the other woman got a good view.
"Wh-what are you doing?!" Snow hissed, completely horrified. Regina barely managed to hold back a laugh.
"Hush, Snow. You don't want to wake our girl, now do you? She won't be very pleasant if ripped from sleep at this hour and I'd just hate for her to take her frustrations out on you."
"She's not our girl." Snow sneered, though quieter now. She looked down to Emma, mouth sucking against her enemy's chest like there was nothing completely horrific about the whole scene. She wanted to vomit right there.
"Very true, my dear. She is mine and mine alone. I only wanted to remind you what you had and lost." Regina did laugh then at the enraged expression taking over the dirt clad prisoner.
"You are sick."
"Perhaps." Regina leaned down and pressed her lips to Emma's forehead once again, trailing her fingers over a pale cheek. "Perhaps I just know how to be what Emma needs. What you could never be."
"I was everything a daughter could need. But she's a monster." Snow shook her head and shrunk back in her cell.
"Of course she is. There's nothing wrong with that. She was still a girl in need of comfort and soothing and unconditional love. But you wouldn't offer it to her. You wouldn't hold her and love her the way she needed. Look at her now." Regina looked down at Emma's sleeping form, lips still holding onto her,arms still gripping tight. "Denied what she needed for so long. But I can and will, give her everything you couldn't…and wouldn't."
"I tried." Snow hissed again, looking more horrified by the moment. "But how could I ever love a demonic creature like that?"
Regina's smile dropped and a growl sounded from deep within her throat.
But then she felt Emma stir and twist from their position, the blonde's lips slipping as her face tilted up slightly, and so the Queen forced herself to calm. She took a few deep breaths and lightly scraped her nails over Emma's scalp as she regarded the other Queen.
She could tell just her glare alone was intimidating the other woman and let her stew momentarily.
Slowly and carefully, the Queen moved herself from Emma's grasp. The Knight tightened further, but Regina pried her hands off before brushing her fingers, with just a touch of magic, over Emma to keep her asleep.
After finally freeing herself, Regina stood from the bed, no shame in her bare form showing in front of Snow, before casually throwing on a robe.
She came to stand in front of her mirror and held Snow's gaze steadily. Suddenly, she launched herself forward and Snow flinched back as it looked as if the Queen was coming straight through the mirror.
Magic enveloped her and Regina appeared within Snow's cell and before the woman could shrink back further, her throat was held in a suffocating hold within strong fingers.
"How could you love her? How could you love her?!" Regina squeezed harder, ignoring the other woman clawing at her wrist. "You just do,Snow! How is it, that the woman who believes her love can conquer all, couldn't even love her own child?!"
Show was gasping for any air she could get through her constricted windpipe as her fingers gathered the Queen's blood beneath the nails.
When Regina saw her own blood trailing down Snow's hands, it only fueled her rage and she pulled the prisoner's head off the wall only to slam it back into the stone once again.
"Every time you talk badly about my love, I am going to hurt you. And every time I hurt you, it'll be worst than the last time. Do you understand me?" Regina held Snow's face eye level with her own, but relaxed her grip enough for the other to speak.
"Do you…understand…that I don't care anymore?" Snow managed between heaving breathes. Regina's seething expression turned to a smirk.
"Really dear? You won't care if I, say…cut off your fingers next time? Perhaps behead your childhood best friend? How is little Red these days?" Regina's smirk deepened as Snow's eyes widened. "I said I'd hurt you, I never said how."
Regina released Snow's throat and stood up slowly. She took a moment to gather herself before smiling a little easier.
"Here's what you still fail to understand. We're not going to kill you. Not ever. You are here to stay, forever. But don't ever think we can't make your suffering worse. Believe me, as bad as you think I am, Emma...she likes to be creative." She felt a small thrill at the possibilities as well as the fear coloring Snow's face. "Have a lovely night, dear. I'm going back to bed to your lovely daughter. I'm feeling a little worked up now and she's just so good at satisfying me."
The Queen departed just a second after catching the nauseated expression on her enemy's face. Snow herself nearly collapsed after the magic dissipated. She leaned back into the cold stone with her knees to her chest and tried to calm herself as best she could.
"She's right, you know."
Snow flinched at the unexpected voice, coming from the darkness surrounding her.
"Who's there?" She asked in a shaky voice.
"Relax, your majesty. I can't get to you any more than you can get free of this dungeon."
Snow didn't know who she was talking to but could tell from the tone in his voice, she had no reason to fear him. So she edged herself closer along the ground until she was touching the bars of her cell, leaning her face closer to try and make out a shape in the blackness.
She could hear a rustling and saw a form moving across from her, behind the bars of another cell. She blinked a few times, trying to gain sight of the man.
Slowly, as her eyes adjusted, she was able to make out the outline of a face, darkened by dirt and what could be dried blood, though the Queen couldn't tell.
Then her narrowed eyes started to go wider and wider.
They looked up and down and over his form, her expression turning to one of complete horror.
"What…what happened to you?" She asked barely above a whisper. There was a cold and empty laugh from a voice that had worn from screams of terror and agony over too many years.
"I kissed your daughter."
A/N: So next chapter should be the flashbacks again, but I'm wondering; do you guys prefer the flashbacks or the present timeline? I feel like the interest is more in the past, but I'd love if I could see an actual idea of how many prefer one over the other or possibly both...? If you don't mind letting me know, that would be great. Thanks!