A/N Pardon my speedy (totally joking) updating skills. I'll let you get reading for I really have no good excuse this time.
"You're too pure."
Emma's eyes slowly slid open and she looked Regina straight in the eyes before whispering in a new, tempting tone.
"I don't have to be."
The energetic magic was beginning to dwindle and she wanted more. Leaning forward until their lips were only a breath apart, she halted with intimidation. A tantalizing spice hit her hard and she could almost taste something like apples on the older woman's breath. She had absolutely no idea what she was doing as she pressed her lips against the Queen's and suddenly she was consumed.
She kissed a boy when she was younger, but it never led to anything. It was sweet and innocent, and so unlike her intentions now. There hadn't been much temptation back home especially when to the boys she was one of them and to her parents she was too pure to be let out of sight. However, this woman, this cruel woman in front of her, evoked a strange temptation from the depths of core, twisting and turning parts of herself that she never felt before.
"You're going to have to try a lot harder than that, my dear if you want to prove a point," Regina chuckled against pale lips.
The air grew thin and a cloud of smoke embraced them. Suddenly they were standing in the Queen's bedchambers once again. Beyond the room was the nearly full moon that flooded the room with a soft glow, but her interest was on the way the shadows fell upon the older woman's face. She met eyes that were so dark that only a sliver of amber shown and she knew that there was no turning back now. You never finish something you can't start with the Evil Queen.
With awkward, inept hands, the blonde fumbled around the woman's dress. Did dresses have to be so damn complicated? Rolling her eyes, Regina moved her hands and finished removing her dress herself. What was underneath had Emma gasping.
Emerald eyes dilated instantly as she took in a sharp breath. She hadn't ever seen another woman's body except for her own. Every inch of her flesh was a perfectly painted canvas of olive. It came no surprise why nearly everyone was intimidated by this woman's presence. With or without clothes, the Evil Queen was remarkably domineering.
Smoky eyes watched green ones with satisfaction, unashamed of her body on display, for she knew what she was. Flawless perfection. She pushed herself up onto her bed and waited to see if the blonde would continue on.
All in good time, Emma bundled up her fear and tossed it to the side, calling upon the courage she knew that ran through her blood. She was conquering the shadows., plunging into the depths of the unknown. At least, in her mind that's how it felt.
As if her mind switched to autopilot for the briefest of seconds, she was unaware that she had crawled onto the bed. She was hovering over the Queen which seemed rather odd. Her first trajectory was the column of her neck which the brunette exposed even more when contact was made, but it wasn't nearly enough. There was an insatiable need to feel every curve, every dip of this flawlessness, and taste what others deemed so sinister.
Her hands did just that, sliding over the softest skin that was cool to the touch until she felt resonating warmth that resided between the brunette's thighs. This was uncharted territory, a cavern she was eager yet terrified to explore. Sensing such, slender fingers found the inept hand and guided it further down into the depths of slick heat.
Fingers began to dance to a tune unfamiliar, accompanied by sounds of the woman beneath. It was slow, unlike what the brunette preferred, yet she let the waltz go on out of curiosity. It didn't take long for the blonde to realize what spots to hit and when they were tended to with precision they elicited delightful groans. But being the Queen, this wasn't enough for her.
"I'm not convinced," the brunette husked.
Emma's halted her movements and furrowed her brow, but Regina said nothing further. Instead she raised an eyebrow and waited to see if the blonde could think fast on her feet.
What would it be like to taste the forbidden fruit? The lure was enough to draw the blonde downward, but she did so painstakingly slowly. She placed timid kisses across the brunette's breasts before trailing downward to the flat of her stomach which rose and fell with each breath. Once she reached the dip of her hips, she glanced upward. The sharp eyebrow she was given made her insides burn with intimidating encouragement.
She pressed a kiss at her waistline and descended further. The scent that hit her nearly knocked the breath out of her and within a matter of a few seconds she was plundering into the depths of silk.
A guttural sound was heard above followed by fingers slipping into golden hair demanding her attention where it was needed. The grip was rough, something Emma found she liked more than she would admit.
The Queen was willing to forgive the blonde's audacious, aggressive manor after recognizing that there had been an inert talent waiting to expose itself. Inwardly she chuckled to herself imagining what would come of the Fair Queen when she found out the princess was serving the Evil Queen's in such a way.
Little did Emma know that this encounter would be one of the more innocent events between them. Glancing upward she found the amber gaze and a strange jolt ran through her as those devious eyes studied her breathlessly.
"Convinced yet?" the blonde inquired with a grin.
"Hardly, but it will suffice."
Pink lips pursed and she frowned. To the Queen it looked like a pout which surprisingly she found attractive. The looming darkness covered them, yet Emma caught light of something, something she couldn't describe, but she knew there was more to what was before her.
But what was it? What was it that captivated her to the point of her willingly falling down to her knees? Dark Magic, that's what everyone would have told her, yet that didn't seem enough. Yes, the little she had felt had an elusive pull, but there had to be something more than just mysterious magic that made this woman. What was her story? Her side?
Crawling to the side of the Queen, she leaned back against the collection to feather pillows unaware how risky such a maneuver was. The brunette looked exhausted, but not the kind that one should have felt after what they just did. No, this was stress induced. Emma knew little about running a kingdom, but she was well aware of how demanding it could be which was why it wasn't for her. She didn't have the passion to put forth such energy.
"Why are you still here?" Regina said roughly and cracked an eyelid open, looking over at Emma as if she should have known better.
"What do you mean?"
"You're free to go."
"But—"
"I don't have the energy to argue, Princess."
Taking a closer examination, the blonde could see Queen's temple throbbing which worried her.
"Can I do anything to help?"
This time the brunette snapped her fiercely to the side and with a half hearted laugh she spoke mockingly.
"What did you have in mind, dear? Can you somehow relieve me of those no-good, dim witted fools who can't comprehend a single word of a contract? If you feel so compelled have a sit down in my study and tell me whether or not you agree that I am not required to provide families with aid just because their son decided to take an oath to my kingdom."
A brief silence passed between them.
"…We could talk about it?"
"Talk?" she laughed bitterly, "Don't be daft. If you want chit-chat go find your precious pup. I have heard the things that have come out of your mouth and I am much happier when you use it for other things. I am your Queen, dear. Nothing more. You do as I say until your presence is unnecessary. Am I clear?"
Why did those words sting so badly? Should it have? Regina was right. Emma was there only because the Queen willed it. Giving her a small nod she responded.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Good. Now I believe you can walk yourself to the door."