Regina pressed a hand to her sternum in hopes of getting a little more breathing room between her ribcage and the insufferable corset her chamber maid had tied too tightly. The over-the-top gown dripped with pearls and diamonds and billowed in a cloud of soft tool and silk skirts. The gown was a gift from the king, whose favorite color was blue. He had wanted his wife dressed for presentation, so that all the strutting cocks could preen over him and congratulate him on his beautiful young bride.
Regina hated this blue. It wasn't even blue at all. It was a dulled version of the color. So dull it was practically grey, just like her life here in this hellhole of a castle. The dulled blue dress did not compliment her skin which was browned from hours spent in the sun on horseback. Nor did it compliment bright brown eyes that every day started to take on the same dullness that surrounds her.
As the last of her long ebony hair was twisted and piled on top of her head Regina sighed and looked at the final result in the mirror.
Outwardly, she was a vision. If she could simply summon a smile. Regina's lips twitched until they pulled into some semblance of a regal smile as the chamber maid placed her heavy gold crown atop her head.
Once the servant stepped back, Regina rose and gave herself another once over. Good. Very good. So long as no one looked too closely, they would not see the cracks forming just beneath the thin layer of makeup. The cracks that threatened to shatter her into a million pieces.
But then again. Who would care to look?
...
Hours later the ball was in full flourish. Regina once again sat on her gilded throne sipping from a goblet made of pure gold. Her gaze lazily travelled over the procession before her, seeing yet not seeing.
She saw the king a few tables away surrounded by elderly lords who had long since gone soft around the middle, yet (like the king) still thought themselves formidable warriors. Regina smirked into her glass. She saw them for what they were. Pathetic old men with sagging jowls and drooping balls. Sweetness and spice exploded on the young Queen's tongue as her eyes roved over the gathered crowd. Snow held court amidst an array of brightly dressed courtiers as they fawned over the young princess. Snow preened and beamed beneath their attention, soaking up every minute of admiration.
Regina resisted the urge to roll her eyes, then thought better of it and gave in. Maybe the wine lowered her inhibitions or maybe she had reached the point of no longer giving a fuck. To any curious spectators she would cut the impressive figure. A beautiful young queen bedecked in the finest silks and jewels. Her wrists laden with golden bracelets, her neck adorned with the finest diamonds mined and crafted by the most skilled of dwarves. But to look closer at the queen, one would see that the golden bracelets were chains that bound her hands, bound her to a man she despised, bound her to a bed each night and forced her to endure a touch that she abhorred. They would see that the gems were a noose around her neck that tightened with each passing day, cutting of the very air she breathed. Making her wish for a quick dea - ...
"Did no one tell you there's a party going on? No need to look so glum."
Regina's eyes snapped up to see emerald eyes, sparkling with humor and mischief. Queen Emma stood before her, arms clasped behind her back, golden hair falling in rings around her face.
Emma wore a black dinner jacket embellished with silver thread that fell to her knees, but the sleeves had been removed to show off her beautifully muscled arms. Beneath the jacket was a black vest cut of the same cloth and silver thread followed by simple black pants and boots. The only adornment the golden Queen wore was a simple silver arm band around her left bicep and a necklace of tri-folded silver cords around her neck.
In the same split second Regina took in Emma's attire, she was hit with the scent of pine needles and snow that was slowly becoming more and more familiar to her.
Regina felt her mouth twist into a slight smirk as she raised her goblet to her lips and said, "I find such gatherings to be quite tedious."
Emma's answering smirk caused Regina's toes to curl in her silk slippers and her breasts to swell and tighten.
"As tedious as these may be. The one element I do enjoy is the dancing," Emma said as she held out her hand to the young Queen. Regina regarded the golden haired woman. Her brown eyes flicked momentarily to the king who was now other-wise occupied with some courtesan now in his lap. Turning her attention back to Emma, Regina rose from her throne and took the blonde's hand.
"It would be my pleasure," Regina murmured as she felt those long, callused fingers slide over hers. Regina shivered in delight as she found Emma's hands to be as cold as ice but surprisingly not clammy. And instead of being uncomfortable, Regina felt as if a wave of snow kissed fresh air flowed over her face. Like stepping out of a stuffy room into a winter's night. A slow shiver raced down Regina's spine as Emma twirled her onto the dance floor and finally pulled her into her strong body.
"Apologies," Emma murmured, a slight rose tinge entering her pale cheeks as she noticed Regina's shiver. "A hazard of the North, I'm afraid."
A memory pinged in Regina's mind.
"Snow magic," Regina exhaled. Emma nodded, her eyes warily examining the brunette's face.
Regina knew she should feel fear. The same way her husband did. As all denizens of this court certainly would. Magic in humans was almost unheard of. Except in the snow ridden North, ruled by 3 sister queens. Ingrid, Elsa...and Emma. The high queen. The warrior queen.
Regina's eyes travelled to the callused hands that now cradled hers ever so gently. Scarred hands that were capable of such power, such violence... yet they had healed a tree that had meant absolutely nothing, except to a young, trapped girl.
"Oh," Regina murmured as she once again looked up into emerald eyes. Those same eyes looked confused and wary as they looked down on Regina.
"I see," Regina breathed.
"See what, your Highness?" Emma said with a familiar, arrogant smirk.
"I see you," Regina finished, never tearing her gaze from Emma. Emma's face slackened in surprise.
Yes, Regina saw her. Not the warrior Queen. Not the feared Snow Witch of the North. Regina saw Emma. Saw the fierce Queen who did not hesitate to cut down a man and feel his blood coat her face... and then heal a tree that meant everything to a drowning girl.
Regina was suddenly exceedingly aware of every point of contact between their two bodies as Emma swayed them across the floor. She was aware of the nonexistent space between their heaving chests and the way Regina's erect nipples now rubbed against the fabric of her gown and pressed against Emma's chest. Emma did not, could not, tear her eyes from Regina's even as some magnetic force seemed to strain and drag her mouth forward towards the brunette's...
Raucous laughter broke the spell holding the two women. Regina's head whipped around to where the king was all but ravaging the busty courtesan on his lap, his hand hidden beneath her skirts. Emma's eyes did not leave Regina's face, but her strong jaw did clench as she watched the humiliation and hurt flash over those lovely features. Regina wrenched herself from Emma's arms and stormed off the dance floor and out the adjacent doors. She did not pause, she did not look back. Her shoulders remained stiff as her head remained high. And because she did not look back she did not see those emerald eyes tear themselves from watching her departure, nor did she see them turn to the king. Regina also did not see the death promise that filled those same emerald eyes.
...
Regina panted as she stumbled into the gardens. She quickly made her way into the green maze and lost herself to the twists and turns as her mind desperately tried to reorganize itself. She stubbornly bit back tears of humiliation. She did not cry because she loved the king, she did not cry because he was content to fuck some whore in the middle of the ballroom. No, her tears spilled because suddenly she saw her whole life spread out before her. The Barren Queen they'd come to call her when she did not produce an heir for the king. Useless, unworthy. All the words that would be associated with her. The king would never be at fault. Just her. Their words spilled from forked tongues would follow her daily until she could no longer take it and the knife, that even now Regina felt strapped to her thigh, would taste her blood and escort her to a land where she could finally be free.
The land of Death.
Regina fumbled for that knife and pulled it from beneath her skirts. Better to end it now... But as she gazed at the emerald embedded on the hilt of the knife, she saw Emma's eyes. Eyes that had awoken in her more passion than anything she had ever felt. Even with Daniel. Emma made Regina feel what she did when she rode Roccinante. There was something about Emma that felt like...Freedom.
A snow kissed breeze flirted with the curls that fluttered next to Regina's cheek and even without turning around, Regina knew who had found her.
"Forgive me," Regina rasped out, her eyes never leaving the blade of the dagger in her hand. "It was terribly rude of me to abandon you so."
Instead of a snarky reply or a humorous laugh that Regina expected there was only silence. And as desperately as Regina wanted to gaze upon the golden queen, she kept her back to Emma.
"Say the word," Emma said, her voice laden with sorrow, regret and rage. "Say the word, my Queen, and I will bring you his head."
Regina shivered in wicked delight at the tone of this voice. This voice commanded armies and called legions. This voice was the master of night and snow... all things dark and cold. And yet there was such tenderness in this voice as well. The voice of soft flurries and snowflakes, the crackling of fires and soft, heavy blankets...
...
A storm raged outside, snow beat against the glass windows, but inside the cold was kept at bay by the crackling of a roaring fire. Before the fire spread out on a stone clad floor was a large, white fur. It cushioned the hardness of the stones and was warmed by the fire; and on that fur writhed two gorgeous bodies, both bathed in sweat. One pale as the winter snow and the other as golden as the desert sands. They moved together in beautiful synchronization. The moaning of the wind was drowned out by the moans of the two women as they devoured each other...
"Regina" Emma groaned into Regina's neck as she rolled on top of the brunette and slipped her long, pale fingers into Regina's hot, wet, aching pus...
Regina woke with a start. She sat up in her bed, panting as her frantic heartbeat tried to regulate itself. Sweat beaded her forehead and dripped down her neck. The summer heat was stifling. Regina disentangled herself from the mess of sheets and bed clothes and stumbled to the balcony as she drank in gulps of humid summer air. It offered no relief. Coming to a halt at the balustrade, Regina leaned her head against the cool stone and sobbed quietly. Her heart and her molten center pulsed in unison as the young Queen attempted to recover from her snow kissed dream.
"Say the word," Emma said, her voice laden with sorrow, regret and rage. "Say the word, my Queen, and I will bring you his head."
Regina once more shivered at the words as she remembered the conversation that followed...
"Why do you care?" Regina snapped as she at last straightened and turned to the blonde Queen. Rage flowed hot through Regina's veins as she beheld the beautiful woman. Who the hell did Emma think she was? Why did she have to come here and ruin whatever sense of calm and numbness Regina had managed to cloak herself in the last year? Who the hell did Emma think she was coming here and making Regina feel again?!
Regina stomped over to the blonde and glared up at her furiously.
"Why do you care?!" Regina yelled straight into the blonde's face. Regina's raised voice seemed to waken Emma's own fury. Those emerald eyes froze over and Emma seemed to grow a few inches as she towered over Regina.
"Why do I care? Why do I care?" Emma yelled advancing and forcing Regina to yield a step. "Why do I care, Regina? Because this morning I laid eyes on the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
Another step advanced, another step yielded.
"And yet it was not her beauty that ensnared me. No I've seen many beautiful women in my life; I know how to deal with that. But you're beauty was only matched by your sadness. And I thought to myself, how could someone so beautiful be so impossibly sad? So I watched you. I watched how lifeless you seemed and completely distraught."
Regina's chest rose and fell rapidly as she continued to yield steps to Emma's advance and Emma's eyes blazed with fury.
"And the only time I saw any life return to them was when you were alone, in your solitude. And I saw you standing by that tree. That dying, fucking tree and that sadness seemed to be bone deep. So I healed it and that life that had I glimpsed returned. That life returned over a fucking tree!"
The backs of Regina's legs barked in pain as they hit the lip of the fountain and still Emma advanced until her entire body was flushed with Regina's.
"And as I healed that fucking tree you smiled at me. You smiled. And the only thing I could think," some of the fire faded from Emma's eyes as she lifted her hand and trailed ice cold finger tips down Regina's cheek. Regina shivered, though she wasn't sure if it was from the chill or arousal.
"The only thing I could think," Emma continued in a whisper. "Is that I always wanted you to smile that way. When I held you in my arms earlier," Emma's fleeting caress solidified until she was now cupping Regina's cheek and lightly grazing her full bottom lip with her thumb. "When I held you, I thought...Gods; I never want to let you go."
Regina's breath hitched but she could not look away from those emerald eyes that burned into her.
"And to see the king humiliate you in the way he did tonight. To know how he has hurt you already..." the winter cold rage returned to Emma's eyes as she gently snatched up Regina's wrist and yanked back the fabric to reveal bruised flesh. Emma's eyes dropped to the battered skin. Regina watched as a whimper tore itself from Emma's throat at the sight of the wound. Emma's jaw tightened before she slow dropped her head and brushed velvet soft lips against the bruised skin of Regina's wrist.
It was Regina's turn to whimper as ice cold breath flowed along the ravaged flesh. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened as wherever that cold breath went it left behind clear, unmarred skin.
Emma finally raised her eyes to look into Regina's eyes once more.
"So why do I care, Regina?" Emma asked once more. Regina was completely ensnared by the spell Emma's eye cast upon her. The brunette could simply not look away.
"Regina," Emma whispered once more her head dipping low, her lips ghosting along Regina's.
"I would go to war for you, Regina," Emma whispered. "I will lay his head at your feet if you but ask. I care, Regina, because the thought of anyone harming you makes me want to tear the fucking world apart."
Regina's breath came in ragged pants as Emma said in conclusion, "So say the word, Regina, and his head is your - "
Regina surged up and smashed her mouth to Emma's. Regina had not had much experience kissing for pleasure. The kisses she and Daniel had shared had been chaste, sweet and hurried. But there was nothing chaste in kissing Emma; nothing sweet or hurried.
With a hungry snarl Emma surged forward. She cradled the back of Regina's head even as the other hand yanked the brunette closer. Regina buried her fingers in golden curls and gasped as an ice cold tongue traced along the seam of her lips. Emma took full advantage of that gasp to slip her tongue into the hot cavern of Regina's mouth. This time it was Emma who groaned as the sheer taste of Regina threatened to undo her. Regina's hands slipped from golden curls to pull Emma closer as she felt Emma's hand slip from her lower back to grope at her skirts and drag them up to expose Regina's creamy thigh.
"Regina!"
Regina gasped and tore herself from the delicious lips as her name was called, not by the delectable blonde who was no wedged between her legs, but by the high pitched, reedy voice of her step daughter.
"Re-GINA!"
Emma snarled from her place buried in Regina's neck causing the brunette to shiver as cold breath caused goose bumps to rise on her arms.
"I have to go," Regina said in a ragged whisper. Emma's hands tightened on her waist.
"Don't," Emma croaked. "Don't leave."
With a herculean effort, Regina tore herself from Emma's embrace. Without looking back the brunette hurried from the maze towards the hateful spawn of her wretched husband.
...
Regina lifted her head from the stone of the balcony and looked up at the stars. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply as she recalled the feel of Emma against her. She had not been alone with Emma again since that night nearly two weeks ago, but every night she dreamt of it. Every night she woke to the suffocating feeling of her bedroom. It was worse on the nights the king had chosen to visit her bed. Most often drunk after he had had his pleasure he would collapse on top of Regina and immediately begin to snore.
Last night had been such an occasion. Once Regina had successfully rolled out from underneath him she had settled in for a sleepless night with him snoring next to him.
Only it wasn't a sleepless night. Sleep had come to claim her, and with it brought dreams of Emma. Regina's groans of passion as dream Emma's lips ravished her had awoken the King. He in turn had taken the wetness between her thighs as his god-given right; his chest had puffed in pride as he though he was responsible for the groans that had torn themselves from Regina's throat.
The king had not been gentle as he took what was Emma's.
When he finally left Regina had been sick over the side of the bed. It was the first time that she actually thought of Emma's offer. The one she gave besides that of her body and heart. The offer for the king's head.
But tonight, the only thoughts that consumed Regina were that of Emma. The Northern Queen and her retinue would be leaving with the sunrise and Regina did not know when they would return. At every event Regina had felt Emma's burning eyes on her. But it was not a flaming heat. It was ice so cold it burned... in the most delicious ways. Regina would often feel a snow kissed breeze flutter around her ankle during the dull dinners, her eyes would flash up to find Emma intently staring at her with a wicked gleam in her emerald eyes. That breeze would then flutter higher caressing Regina's naked calf, then her bare thigh. Regina would be unable to take her eyes off of Emma as that breeze continued its wicked path up Regina's legs.
Regina shivered in the summer heat at the memory of that cold breeze brushing against her liquid core. How she had gripped the edge of the table and bitten her lip in an effort to groan or call out as the breeze brazenly brushed against her clit over and over again with maddening gentleness. Emma would not tear her eyes from Regina as her magic worked beneath the brunette's skirts. Just calmly sip from her goblet and occasionally smirk at the young queen. On and on through dinner Emma would tease Regina as the other guests chatted inattentively around them; as the king who sat immediately next to Regina continued on oblivious to the fact that the Northern Queen was wickedly ravishing his young wife before his very eyes.
Regina had bitten her tongue so hard when she came that she tasted blood. Emma's eyes had burned hungrily as she watched Regina find her pleasure. The blonde had gripped her silver fork so hard it had bent in two.
Regina shook the lustful thoughts from her head. Emma had been a lifeline. Even though they had not been alone together since that night at the ball, simply finding Emma nearby during one of those tedious events, simply know Emma was here on the nights the king visited her room, kept Regina from pulling out the knife once more.
And now Emma was leaving. And Regina would never know what it would be like to have those ice cold fingers between her legs...
"Well, fuck that," Regina growled as she pushed off the balcony and stormed through her room. She grabbed her white silk night robe and threw it on even as she stormed for the door. She wrenched it open and was greeted by two confused looking guards.
"My Queen?" the one on the left asked.
"Do you need something?" the second enquired. Regina's mind reeled. How was she to get away from these buffoons? As she struggled for the words the guards exchanged a look and shifted uncomfortably.
Regina began to panic, but Emma's laughing eyes flashed before her. No. She was the Queen dammit. Regina would no longer suffer the indignity of being questioned by those who have no right to question her!
Lifting her chin Regina looked each guard in the eye and said, "I'm going for a walk in the gardens."
"We shall escort you, My Que-"
"No!" Regina snapped and stormed past them. "I'll go alone."
"But, my lady!"
"Alone!" she growled and continued down the hallway. Her heart thundered in her chest as she listened for the sound of their armored feet on the stones signalling they were following but none followed. And instead of turning right at the fork that would lead her to the gardens, Regina took the left that would guide her to the stairs that would take her to Emma's tower.
...
Regina's heart pounded furiously as she slowly lowered her fist from knocking on the heavy wooden door in front of her. She heard rustling and muffled groaning before the slow shuffle of sleepy feet on bare stone. Emma roughly yanked the door open, her beautiful face marred by an annoyed grimace at being awoken. Her golden curls were mussed and the only thing she wore was black, loose pants slung low over her hips and a black robe. The sleeves of her robe feel well past her hands. The front of the robe was untied and Regina's eyes dipped to the tantalising flesh it revealed. Emma was not wearing a shirt beneath the robe, the valley between her breasts and the toned, muscled plains of her stomach were all left bare for Regina's hungry eyes.
"Regina?" Emma asked, her sleep ridden voice laced with confusion, "What- Hmmp?!"
Regina surged forward crushing her lips and body to Emma's. Emma stumbled back but quickly regained her footing, ever the light-footed warrior. She dragged Regina into the room, kicked the door shut and roughly shoved Regina against it, never breaking contact.
Regina's tongue shoved its way into Emma's mouth and the brunette groaned at finally, finally, being able to taste the blonde's unique flavor once more. Emma growled in approval as Regina playfully nipped Emma's lip. Needing her closer, Emma reached down and grabbed two handfuls of Regina's delectable ass (Gods, her ass) before heaving her up. Regina gasp tore her lips from Emma's as she quickly wrapped her legs around the blonde's waist to keep from falling. Emma attacked Regina's neck, not content to have her mouth separated from Regina's skin for a second.
Regina groaned and the back of her head hit the door as she tried to give Emma as much access to her neck as possible. Regina ground her aching center against the ridges and hard planes of Emma's stomach as the blonde continued to devour her neck.
"Emma!" Regina hissed as the blonde hit a specifically tender spot with her teeth before soothing it with a cool tongue.
"Oh fuck, Emma," Regina cried as she wrapped her arms around the blonde's head and started to lick and kiss Emma's shoulders. Coming into contact with silk instead of bare skin caused Regina to growl in annoyance as she she started to push at the fabric to slide it off Emma's body. This seemed to stir Emma from her lust filled haze. Tearing her mouth from Regina's neck, Emma looked up into Regina's eyes. Regina quit trying to rip Emma's clothes off for a moment as their eyes met. The young Queen's breath hitched as she beheld what had been hidden in those emerald eyes for weeks was now proudly on display. Where Regina had thought to see only lust and triumph she saw that and so much more. She saw tenderness and concern and...love. But above all the emotion she saw overwhelming all the rest, the emotion that made Regina's knees buckle and her breath hitch, was...awe. Emma was in complete awe of the creature in her arms, as if she didn't believe she was worthy of having Regina.
Regina's throat tightened and she gently caressed Emma's cheek. Emma's eyes fluttered closed as Regina pressed a light kiss to thin, cold lips.
"Emma," Regina whispered. Unable or unwilling to deny Regina anything, Emma opened her eyes to meet those fathomless brown eyes.
"Take me to bed, Emma," Regina whispered. The lust sparked once more in Emma's eyes as she hitched Regina slightly higher and pushed off the door. Regina whimpered at this blatant display of strength, her eyes never leaving Emma's.
Emma gently lay Regina down on her bed before standing before her. Regina sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, one leg on either side of her soon-to-be lover. Emma looked down at Regina with adoring eyes, she reached down to stroke Regina's cheek before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the brunette head. Regina closed her eyes and savoured the smell of Emma as it enveloped her and the press of her lips the crown of her head.
Emma finally straightened and looked down at Regina. Emerald eyes asked once more.
Are you sure?
Regina swallowed once before reaching for the hem of her night gown, her robe long since having been discarded. Emma's eyes hungrily watched as Regina slipped the nightgown over her head before letting it pool on the floor. The blonde was rooted to the spot as Regina (never taking her eyes off Emma) scooted back on the bed to rest on the mound of pillows beneath the canopy. Regina relaxed into soft silk and sensually let her legs fall open, revealing her drenched mound to Emma's hungry eyes. Those same eyes devoured the sight before her before flicking up to meet smirking brown eyes. Regina's bit her lip and beckoned with one finger.
Emma tilted her head ever so slightly. With the tiniest flex of her strong shoulders, the black robe fell to the floor at Emma's feet. This time it was Regina's eyes that devoured milky flesh that covered scar flecked, hard muscle.
Pale slim fingers reached beneath the hem of the low slung pants and eased them off slight hips before dropping to the stone floor.
Regina's breath hitched as she took in the power and beauty of Emma's body. Emma watched Regina watching her as the blonde knelt on the bed and slowly crawled her way up before nestling in her rightful place between the brunette's thighs.
Emma kept herself braced above Regina, letting the young Queen take the lead. Regina kissed Emma as her arm snaked around the blonde's strong back. Regina pressed Emma down into her and gasped as naked flesh met nothing but naked flesh. Emma brushed a lock of hair behind Regina's ear as she slowly, so fucking slowly kissed her. Emma lazily made her way down Regina's body. For all Emma's appearance of calm, Regina felt as if she were on fire. Emma's body was delightfully cold against the heat of Regina's flesh as she made her way down the brunette's body with her mouth and her tongue and her wicked, wicked fingers.
"Emma!" Regina gasped arching against the blonde as Emma trailed the tip of her tongue over the tip of Regina's nipple with feather lightness. To Regina it felt like Emma was running an ice cube over her swollen, inflamed nipple.
"Fuck!" Regina swore and jerked as Emma grazed her teeth against the hyper sensitive nipple.
"Easy," Emma cooed as she lightly breathed on that nipple.
"Emma," Regina begged, "Please."
Regina wasn't even sure what she was begging for anymore. She just knew she needed more. More tongue, more teeth, more Emma. And she needed it now and hard. Not this maddeningly light caress, this winter's breeze that threatened to drive her insane. No she need the hard, unforgiving bite of a winter blizzard that took what it wanted.
Emma seemed to sense this, or maybe Regina said it out-loud because a moment later Emma released an animalistic growl and fell on Regina breasts.
Regina cried out in bliss as finally, finally, Emma sucked as much of the brunette's breast as possible into her mouth. That talented, wicked, cold tongue laving and sucking and soothed the places that the teeth (oh fuck, the teeth) ravished.
Regina arched her back as Emma moved down her body, leaving a trail of teeth marks and saliva in her wake.
Yes, Regina thought as she gripped Emma's hair, Mark me...Make me yours.
Emma finally reached the apex of Regina's thighs. She pressed her lips to one milky thigh and licked at the juices that had dripped there. Regina tore her eyes open to look down at those emerald eyes that burned into her. Emma seemed to consider something for a moment.
Suddenly Regina's world flipped. She yelped and before she knew it she was kneeling looking at the headboard and back wall the bed was against.
She looked down only to see amused emerald eyes still between her legs. Regina's lips pulled back in a snarl and just as she was about to scold Emma the blonde Queen grabbed Regina's thighs and tugged her down onto a waiting, ice cold tongue.
Regina's head snapped back and a groan tore itself from the very core of her being as Emma feasted on her. Massaging the cheeks of Regina's ass Emma groaned at the taste of her love. In her head (as her mouth was otherwise occupied) was a steady chant of Regina's name.
Regina, Regina, Regina.
As Emma's talented tongue found that oh so special spot, Regina began to rock her hips in time with Emma's tongue.
"Emma! Fuck, I'm going to...! Fuck! Fuck –f-f-uckkkkk!"
Regina pressed her hips into Emma tongue even as her hand tightened in golden curls. Emma moaned as Regina released a fresh wave into her mouth. Regina trembled and twitched as the pleasure ravaged her body. Emma could not tear her eyes away from the sight above her.
Regina's head was thrown back, her long hair brushing Emma's thighs. One of her hands clutched her breast, the other Emma's as she slowly came down from her high.
Emma watched as Regina's body twitched once, twice, before settling. Regina released her breast and looked down at Emma, her chest heaving. The brunette moved so that she was straddling the blonde's stomach and not her mouth. Regina didn't say a word, just panted and stared into Emma's eyes. And as Emma stared back she saw a vicious, ravenous hunger enter Regina's eyes. The brunette surged forward and claimed Emma's lips, greedily tasting herself.
When Emma reached up to grab Regina and roll them once again, Regina snarled, grabbed those hands and pinned them to the bed.
"It's my turn, your Highness," the young Queen growled. Emma sagged into the mattress, content to let Regina take control. And Regina took control.
The young Queen worshipped the blonde's body with tongue and teeth and fingers until Emma was a sweaty, whimpering mess begging for release. Regina felt an immense sense of power arise in her as she looked down at Emma's begging eyes. Flames flickered in Regina's eyes and at the tips of her fingers, Emma reached out and her ice responded to the flames soothing them with a soft hiss of steam. Emma did not fear the flame, even as Regina didn't fear the ice and somehow they managed to coexist together, move together, create together. A dance of flame and snow.
Regina slipped her fingers into Emma's aching pussy. Emma arched her back and screamed Regina's name before grabbing her Regina behind the neck and pulling her down to crush their lips together. Emma cried and moaned in pleasure against Regina's lips as the brunette fucked her four fingers in and out of her blonde lover. Emma fumbled between their flush bodies before finding Regina's throbbing clit and as Emma's orgasm shattered through her she pressed down on that little bundle of nerves beneath her finger tips and Regina tumbled into her own release with a surprised cry. Regina saw a flash of bright white light behind the lids of her closed eyes as her and Emma's release tore through her body like a lightning bolt.
As the pleasure faded from their limbs, Regina slowly opened her eyes and gazed down lovingly at the flushed face of her love beneath her. Regina's breath hitched as she beheld the beauty that was Emma and her heart felt...full. Alive. As tears filled brown eyes, Regina felt something soft and cold land on her nose.
Emma giggled as Regina crossed her eyes to see the tiny snowflake that appeared on her nose in the middle of summer. Regina looked around in amazement to see the entire room filled with snow falling magically from the roof. She looked back down at Emma who had an adoring grin on her face.
"You made it snow," Regina said in wonder.
...
Worth the wait? Want more one shots? Lemme know ;).