Prompted by anonymous on Tumblr: how about a fic where snow is in jail and regina is her wife and she ask for a marital visit? i feel like prison sex is what this fandom needs and you said it yourself in a fic, snow is the ultimate dom ;)

The first time Regina had sex with Mary Margaret, both were partially buzzed on Southern Comfort. Their clothes discarded on the floor of Regina's apartment, leading a trail to her room. Her roommate was out of town. They were able to blast Journey as they fucked each other into the night. There was some awkward fumbling and testing boundaries, but for their first time together, it had been pretty great.

Now if Regina wants to have sex with her wife for the first time in months, she needs to be violated. She's heard of searches in prisons, but nothing prepared her for just how invasive it was.

"Cough," the burly female guard barked after she dropped her lace thong. This comes after being patted down in every area known to man. Regina manages to get one out. "You can do better than that."

Regina resists an eye roll, coughing harder. It's up to the guard's satisfaction and she quickly pulls the thong, followed by her skirt back up. The guard barreling over six feet leads her down a few winding hallways. It's so quick, Regina couldn't find her way out if she really wanted to. The guard stops in front of the door, fishing out her keys to open it. On the other side is a nicer room than she expected. Mal had prepared her for potentially the worst, saying it varied depending on the prison. There's a queen-sized mattress covered in a simple white sheet in the center of the room. A torn couch sits on one side, a bookshelf with a few worn textbooks on the other. A single fan is plugged into the wall, currently off. A table near the couch has a vase filled with lilies. The harsh lighting washes out the stark walls with no decoration

In the corner of the room is where she stands. Bags crowd Mary Margaret's wide green eyes. The light makeup she once worn is nowhere to be seen. Having moved on from the orange jumpsuit to tan scrubs over a white long-sleeved t-shirt. Perhaps the most shocking is the hair. Regina's wife once had such beautiful dark curls that hung around her shoulders. In the six months since the trial, she's cut it down to a pixie cut.

Mary Margaret's lips tugged up into a smile. "Hi, baby."

"Snow," Regina breathes, the nickname for her wife has never tasted so good.

She runs right into her arms, squeezing her for dear life. Mary Margaret presses a kiss to her forehead, stroking her hair.

"You have six hours," the guard says with as much enthusiasm as dried paint. "The door locks behind me. There's a bathroom through there." Regina assumes she's pointing somewhere, but she keeps her face buried in Mary Margaret's shoulder, inhaling the cheapo soap and cigarettes. "We'll call that phone every hour. If you don't answer, we'll assume you somehow escaped and come looking."

"I got it," Mary Margaret says, her head going against Regina's.

"You'll both be searched again when it's time to go."

"I got it." Regina hears her wife sigh. "Ma'am."

"That's better, inmate."

The door squeaks open and then slams shut. Keys rattle to show that they are secure and alone. Regina finally pulls away from her wife. Mary Margaret strokes her cheek, taking her in completely.

"You look exhausted, my love," she murmurs.

Regina shakes her head. "I'm fine. Look at you." She frowns, realizing how much weight her wife has lost. "Your beautiful hair." She reaches up to touch the short 'do. "I mean, it's still gorgeous, but…"

"It was just too hard to keep up with, especially with 30 second showers," Mary Margaret shrugs. "There's a woman in here who does it. Looked better than I expected." She runs her fingers over Regina's silk blouse. "I can't believe I actually miss the feel of silk."

Regina nods. "Are you eating, though? Sleeping?"

"I'm fine, Regina."

"You don't look it. I could talk to Mal, maybe…"

"Regina," Mary Margaret says firmly. "It's prison, not the Ritz. I'm not supposed to look great. I'm keeping myself out of drama, stick to my group." She sighs when Regina's face remains unchanged. "And this is why I put off this visit. I didn't want you seeing me this way."

"And I don't want to not see you," Regina takes her hands. "I can handle it, I promise."

She tries to force a smile on her face to prove it. Mary Margaret partially matches it, leading her over to the couch. They settle down, keeping a grip on one another.

"How's Henry?" Mary Margaret asks.

"He's doing well." Regina feels herself genuinely smiling as she thinks of the child they share. "Getting better at Math and he entered a short story into a contest at school."

"What's it about?"

"Well, they had to write a twist on a fairytale. He wrote about Snow White falling for the Evil Queen."

Mary Margaret laughs, shaking her head. "He's always championed for more representation."

"He's doing well," Regina finds herself repeating, for both of their benefits. "He…he misses you, though. Really wanted to come today."

Mary Margaret immediately shakes her head. "I don't want him to see me in here."

"Mary Margaret…"

"We have the appeal coming up and Mal thinks I have a shot of being out of here soon."

"In the next year," Regina points out. "He's going to grow so much in that time."

"And that'll happen whether we do these family visits or a piece of glass between us." Mary Margaret shakes her head again. "No, I've ruined his childhood enough. I'm not about to do more damage."

"Hey," Regina touches her cheek, forcing her to look her in the eye. "You didn't ruin his childhood. He still gets to have one."

"You're telling me he doesn't worry about this stuff? That kids aren't making fun of him?" Regina grows quiet and Mary Margaret clears her throat. "Tell me the bad part."

"Do you want to focus on that? I see a bed over there…" Regina trails off, fiddling with her top

"We have six hours, Regina," she says, her voice scarily quiet.

Mary Margaret isn't one to get loud. When she's mad, her voice gets lower and lower. If it gets so bad that soon she'll just stop talking and fix the person with one of her looks. It's always how Henry knows he's in deep shit with his mama.

"Now tell me, the bad part. All of it."

Regina sighs, pulling away from her. "He knows more than we wanted him to." Mary Margaret's eyes nearly bug out of her head. "I tried to protect him. We all did. But it's all over the papers, kids at school are reading it."

"They're only 10!"

"You were a teacher, Mare, you know how easy it is for kids to get their hands on this stuff. Especially since it went online."

"What are they saying?" Regina hesitates. "Regina."

She sighs once more. "Just asking him what it's like to have a murderer for a mother. They ask if he can bring the bat to show and tell."

Mary Margaret shakes her head. "Kids can be fucking assholes."

Regina nods in agreement. "I've got him appointments with Dr. Hopper and I can tell it's helping, but I also think he's trying to act tough. I've told him he doesn't have to be the man of the house but he's always trying to do all the chores. His teacher called me in because he's missing so many assignments. When I talked to him about it, he said it's because he needs to take care of me."

Tears pool Regina's eyes just as they did that night. She and Henry had hugged each other as they cried. Her baby boy sobbed about how badly he wanted things to go back to normal, he actually uttered the words "I want my mommy". For the past six months, he's kept a brave face, acting wise behind his years. This is just a reminder of what he is: a little boy that needs both of his mothers.

Mary Margaret scrubs furiously at her face, trying to hide the evidence of her own tears. "I'll talk to him about it," she whispers. "I'll call, tell him that he doesn't need to do so."

"I already did, I know Dr. Hopper is as well. I'm sure a phone call from you wouldn't hurt, though," Regina quickly adds on. "He just misses you." She twiddles her thumbs together. "We both do."

"I miss you both too." She gnaws on her lips. "And how are we doing financially?"

Regina waves her off. "Don't worry about it."

"Regina, come on. You said when I agreed for you to come here that you'd be honest. So, be honest."

"Well…we're hanging in there." Regina rubs the back of her neck. "Between legal fees, me taking off so much time from work and us going down to one income as it is…we've burned through our savings. I had to get a loan from my mother."

Mary Margaret groans, tipping her head back. Regina hangs her head, picking at a loose thread on her skirt. The two were never fabulously well off, but they made enough to live comfortably. Mary Margaret worked for a respected private school, which meant Henry got to go for free. Regina has been at the same ad agency for years. Lately, they've been hesitant to put her on accounts given her associations. Everyone thinks Manhattan is huge, but the truth is, it's a tiny island. People hear Blanchard-Mills and instantly ask "That Blanchard? The one who killed her father?" It hasn't made paying the rent easier.

"I know," Regina mumbles. "But we had to pay the rent and other bills. And that's only going to get us so far." She shakes her head. "I've decided to take up Kathryn on her offer. I'll give up the apartment, then Henry and I will move in with her in Connecticut."

"Regina, no." Mary Margaret's eyes are wide once more. "Too much has changed for him! We can't uproot him again."

"We don't have much of a choice, Mary Margaret!" Regina snaps, causing her wife to back up a bit on the couch. She honestly doesn't care. Mary Margaret is doing an incredible thing, but she can't see how bad things are. It's partially on Regina, she's tried to protect her from it. "If we stay in Manhattan, it's going to bankrupt us. I can commute and still visit you. But Kathryn isn't charging me any rent or expecting us to pay bills. I've looked into the local schools there, they're adequate."

"Mal says…"

"Yes, you'll be out in a year, maybe. Big maybe. I need a backup plan if you don't. And I'm sorry, even if you do, life has still changed. You're at risk of losing your teaching license and Hyperion Day certainly isn't going to take you back. Stamford isn't exactly cheap to live in, but it'll be better than New York. When you get out, we can look into affordable housing."

Mary Margaret clears throat, a hurt look etched on her face. "Looks like you've figured this all out on your own."

"Well, you're in here so I kind of have to."

Regina gets up from the couch, walking over to stare at the blank wall. Any guilt she had before she walked in has washed over with resentment. The soft sound of tennis shoes pad against the linoleum.

"We've been over this, Regina," Mary Margaret whispers. "It had to be me."

"And why?" Regina whips back around. "You're innocent! I…"

Mary Margaret smacks her hand over Regina's mouth. "Shut the fuck up," she hisses. "This place is probably wired."

Regina glares at her behind the hand. Ever since it happened, Mary Margaret has called the shots. She said they couldn't call the police. She destroyed the bat. She decided to take the fall and let everyone suspect her instead of Regina.

It's still all pretty much a blur. Mary Margaret's father showing up to the house, demanding to see her. Regina had never met him before but she knew the stories well. After all he had done to Mary Margaret, she knew she had to protect her. At first, she just kept telling him to leave, but he wormed his way into the house. Regina went to call the cops and then he attacked her. One minute, she was fighting for her life. The next, Leopold's lifeless body bleeding out onto their rug. Regina's Louisville slugger gripped tightly beneath her fingers. Mary Margaret came home not long after. She didn't even blink, she just went into crisis mode.

Henry was at the neighbor's playing and Mary Margaret called to request a sleepover. They waited until nightfall, wrapping Leopold into a tarp and dragging him down to their garage. They drove hours to the countryside where they found the woods he had once taught his only daughter to hunt. Leopold was buried carefully, not for his dignity but their protection. Regina would have nightmares of the blood, the fire that destroyed most of the evidence. Mary Margaret drove his car to a poorer part of the city where it was bound to be stolen. All DNA scrubbed from their home. It was like it never happened.

But when Leopold didn't show up to work the following Monday, a search went out. It took three months for them to uncover the body.

And who else would the first suspect be except his only yet estranged daughter, Mary Margaret Blanchard-Mills.

Mary Margaret never admitted to it, she maintained her innocence. A detective friend of Leopold had something to prove and stretched enough evidence to pin it on her. Mal said Mary Margaret was definitely not given a fair trial and would argue bias to get it all overturned. She has faith and Regina wants to have it as well. Just as much as she wanted to just come clean to avoid all of it.

"It was self-defense," she told Mary Margaret. "He was threatening you, attacked me. I protected the both of us."

"You're a Latinx woman with a record," her wife pointed out.

"One assault charge, which was also in self-defense."

"They won't care. Mal's right. It has to be me. Besides, either way, I go down. I was there, I helped you cover it up. Henry can't lose both of us."

There's not a day that goes day that Regina doesn't regret it or debate heading into NYPD headquarters to turn herself in. And then she remembers the sacrifice her wife made. All they've done. According to Mal, the fight will be over soon.

"Then you can go back to normal."

Regina knows nothing will ever be normal again. Her wife is locked up. Regina killed a man. She still has nightmares every time she closes her eyes. Their son is forever traumatized. Mary Margaret has been through hell in prison.

Normal is long gone.

Regina bites Mary Margaret's hand, causing her to quickly move it away and shake it out. "I don't want to fight," she whispers. "Even if we have six hours."

Mary Margaret nods. "I don't either."

There's so much left to say. The fears about the appeal, their son, the future of their mental states and even marriage.

Regina isn't going to let that ruin the now.

"Undress me," Regina practically demands.

Mary Margaret cocks her eyebrow. "Excuse me?" A chill runs down Regina's spine.

"P…please," she whimpers. "Please undress me."

"What do you want me to take off first." Regina's trembling fingers fall to her blouse. "Use your words, baby girl."

"My…my shirt."

Mary Margaret nods. She takes great care in each button, purposefully going slow. Eventually, it falls to the floor. She snakes her hand behind Regina's back and unhooks the bra, allowing it to go with the blouse. Mary Margaret cups her breasts, running her fingers around the areolas. Regina bites down on her lip, letting out a soft squeal when Mary Margaret pinches her nipple.

"So sensitive," Mary Margaret coos. She runs her hands against the soft skin surrounding the nipples, feeding Regina's touch starvation. "Taking care of everyone else, but who is taking care of my princess?"

Princess. People often joke that Regina is a ruthless evil queen in meetings. In the bedroom, she isn't a tough business woman or strict mother. She's Mary Margaret's princess.

"No one," Regina moans. "I need you."

"And I'm right here."

Mary Margaret lays a kiss to her lips, their first since before the final verdict. Regina savors every moment of it, even if Mary Margaret's lips are chapped beyond belief. Her wife's lips travel, moving to her neck. What starts with soft, gentle kisses quickly turns to sucking, marking her territory. Looks like Regina will have to wear scarves for the coming weeks. Maybe it's high schoolish of her, but Regina will never be against hickeys. She tingles from the sucking alone, her hand grabbing the front of her skirt. With her eyes shut, Mary Margaret smacks her hand away. She ever so slightly pulls her lips away, causing Regina to whine.

"Did I give you permission to touch yourself?" Mary Margaret asks.

Regina shakes her head, only to get a smack to her bottom prompting a verbal answer. "No."

"That's what I thought. Keep your hands on me."

Regina obliges, wrapping her arms around Mary Margaret's waist. Her wife's lips travel, leaving marks around her shoulder blades, chest and breasts. Regina fights to touch herself, digging her nails into the scrubs. Mary Margaret unzips her skirt and Regina steps out of it, kicking it across the room. Her thong is slid down for the second time that afternoon, Mary Margaret helping her out of it. She holds the black garment to her face, taking a deep inhale. Regina stands stark naked in the cold room, her nipples perking up from the temperature.

"On the bed," Mary Margaret demands.

Regina nods and lays against the lumpy mattress. Mary Margaret pulls off her two shirts, followed by her pants. Underneath are the ugliest bra and panties combo. Mary Margaret warned her it was bad, but Regina certainly wasn't expecting this. She smirks.

"Nice lingerie, Grandma."

Mary Margaret's eyes playfully narrow. "Somebody's cruising for a bruising."

"Go right ahead," Regina tempts her. "You know you want to."

Mary Margaret shakes her head, a faux disappointed look on her face. She strips off the bra and underwear. Her wife has always kept things all natural, but the bush has grown more with time. For the briefest of moments, Regina wonders if it's possible for her shaven pussy to get rugburn. Mary Margaret climbs onto the bed. She rubs Regina's calves, leading up to her thigh. Regina's gently rolled over onto her side so Mary Margaret can marvel at the words tattooed above her ass. She shivers as her wife traces the five-word mantra. A callback to a random drunk night in college.

"Pour some sugar on me," Mary Margaret purrs.

"I wish you'd let me get it removed."

"If you really wanted to, you know I'd let you do whatever. But can you really part with it?"

Regina doesn't even have to think. "No."

"Good." Mary Margaret rolls her back over and slowly climbs on top of her. "Now, let me take care of you."

Regina can only really get a good look at Mary Margaret's chest. "I want to take care of you."

Mary Margaret bends down, her breasts practically spilling on top of Regina. She presses a finger to her lips. "We have six hours."

"More like five and a half now."

"Hush."

Mary Margaret moves backward, her legs wrapping around Regina's. She reaches into the bedside table, removing a bottle of lube. Regina tilts her head. Mary Margaret shrugs."

"I heard they provided this and was shocked too."

She squirts a decent amount onto her finger, carefully applying it to both areas. Regina bites down on her lip. It's definitely not the quality stuff sitting in their own side table, but it'll do the job for now. Mary Margaret slides down, sticking one finger up at first, making the room for the second. She flexes them in and out, a loud moan escaping Regina.

"God, I've forgotten how good you feel," Mary Margaret groans.

"S…same."

"It's such a shame," Mary Margaret's fingers fuck her harder. "We don't have our toys here."

Regina thinks of the pink box hidden carefully at the bottom of their closet and grins.

"Have you been using some of those without me?" Mary Margaret asks, pausing her fingers. Regina nods, blushing a bit. "Like?"

Regina smirks cheekily. "Your favorite magic wand."

"Oh, you naughty girl." Mary Margaret returns to her fingering. "Tell you what, when all of this is done, Mommy will show you how good it feels when she uses it on you."

Regina nods. "Yes, please, please."

"Remember when I first bought it? How excited you were to watch me use it?" Regina grins at the memory. "Watching as it got me all wet and horny, saving the best for you. I want you think about that right now, baby."

"I am." She shuts her eyes. "I promise."

The fingers aren't the same as the wand or the myriad of other toys they have in that box. It doesn't replace their thousand count sheets or their favorite aftercare lotion. None of it makes forget Regina that she's fucking her wife in a prison.

But it sure as hell brings a relief from the stress she's been under since all of this began. A momentary distraction before she's forced to face reality.

"Get me wet, baby," Mary Margaret moans.

It takes a few more thrusts, but Regina finds it in herself. Mary Margaret falls on top of her, her lips lightly brushing against Regina's.

"Again," Regina mumbles, her eyes growing heavy.

Mary Margaret shakes her head. "We have time. Take a little nap."

"I don't want to miss out on anything with you."

"I'm not going anywhere."

Regina gives into sleep, clinging tightly to her wife. She only awakes a half hour later when the phone rings out and Mary Margaret's annoyed voice fills the room.

"Yeah. I'm still here."