Two things. One, this fic is gonna be a little darker here and there because Regina is struggling between what I believe she's got going in the show: two personalities (young Regina and Evil Queen Regina). There will be some fluffy-ish moments to come though so it balances out, but know that it WILL get worse before it gets better.
Two, I was gonna wait to update this chapter until I had the next one ready because it's a continuation of this one, but I thought all of you deserved an update because you're all amazing!
So...enjoy. :D
She stared into soulful blue eyes and smiled. She felt hopeful and inspired. She was in love. No one could tell her otherwise and no one could tear them apart.
They were ready to run. They shared a kiss then clasped their hands together when they broke apart.
The two of them started to rush off, but before they made it past the stable entrance, Regina's mother stood before them. She didn't look pleased.
"You could have at least left a note."
With a wave of her hands, Cora magically flew the couple back into the stables and closed both sets of doors behind her as she callously entered after them.
She wouldn't even let her daughter explain. She stepped inside the stable and looked between the man and Regina. She shook her head whenever Regina tried to speak.
Regina was as unsatisfied as her mother and pushed. She told the woman the only thing she'd be able to do was keep her and Daniel in the stable forever, that she wouldn't live the life Cora wanted because she was in love. Cora's magic couldn't keep them apart.
After a couple minutes of finally listening to the girl, she sighed and started to accept what she'd heard. She stepped closer to the stable boy and smiled at Regina after she embraced her daughter in a hug long enough to get the girl out of the way.
Regina fell back, foolishly allowing her mother all too close to her true love under false pretenses. She smiled as she watched her mother exchange a few words with the stable boy then watched his eyes widen.
"Mother!"
Cora had punched a grabbing hand through the stable boy's chest and kept it there as she tightened her grip on his heart. Not long after, she yanked it right out of his body and held it in her hands.
He collapsed.
"No," Regina cried as she ran to him. "No!"
Cora crushed the heart in her gloved hand with a tight jaw, her eyes filled with disappointment.
"Daniel!"
Regina swept him into her arms. She began to cry as she felt his weight press down on her, his eyes closed and body cold.
"Mother, why have you done this," Regina frantically asked as she looked up at the woman.
"Because this is your happy ending."
"What?"
She shook her head and looked back down at Daniel. She brought his lips to hers. She kissed him in hopes that true love would prevail.
It didn't.
"You have to trust me, Regina. I know best."
The disappointment in her eyes turned to a nostalgic sadness as she remembered her own tragic love story and tried to convince her daughter getting rid of Daniel was the right thing.
"Love is weakness, Regina. It feels real now, at the start it always does...but it's an illusion. It fades and then you're left with nothing. But power...true power...endures. And then you don't have to rely on anyone to get what you want."
Regina tried to even out of her breathing as the tears stopped gushing out of her. She looked just above Daniel's head and took a moment to collect herself before she looked up at her mother.
"I've saved you, my love."
"You've ruined everything," Regina bitterly said as she glared at the woman that dared to stand over her in a mightier-than-thou presence. "I loved him."
When the words didn't show much of an effect on her mother, she yelled.
"I loved him!"
"Enough!"
Cora looked frazzled. She couldn't seem to handle the truth her daughter spoke.
"I've endured this long enough," Cora said as she grabbed Regina's arm and pulled her onto her feet.
She dragged her daughter away from the fallen stable boy as she continued.
"Now clean yourself up, wipe away your tears because now...you're going to be Queen."
Her voice had boomed with authority, but as she informed her daughter of her future, her tone had become low and raspy. She sounded like a nightmare you couldn't wake up from, something that would surely kill you and do it slowly as it seeped into your blood and bones. It would suffocate your soul until it consumed you from the inside out. It would turn you cold and black. You'd be nothing but darkness and pain, a shell of your former self.
Suddenly, the scene changed and Regina had magic. She burst out of mother's magical hold on her as her blood boiled in a beautiful but restricting white dress. A wedding dress designed for royalty. She felt her life slip away, out of her control. She threw out her arms and flew her mother across the room.
Cora grabbed the edges of the mirror Rumpelstiltskin had given Regina and tried not to fall through the glass as it flowed like water behind her. A force inside the mirror grasped her and pulled the older woman inside it. The glass shattered and Regina turned her back to shield herself from the debris.
She went to Rumpelstiltskin and asked to learn magic, how to have power and control it. Over time, she turned dark. No longer the lovestruck, innocent girl that believed in true love and happy endings, she crushed an unsuspecting woman's heart as the brown haired stranger tried to take her place as Rumpel's student.
Her wardrobe was all black and mostly consisted of leather. The day she crushed her first human heart without hesitation, she wore leather pants and a tight black bodice with a flared out black coat, the outfit complete with leather gloves. Not only had her clothes lost their color, but her makeup had thickened until her eyes were masked with black eyeliner and heavy mascara. She wore her hair in various up-does and didn't bother to let her lengthy mane flow down her back as it once had in a simpler, more hopeful time.
Then, she saw green eyes stare up at her. They were soulful and filled with a familiarity the owner of those eyes couldn't possibly know they possessed in them. It was something only Regina could see and something only Regina could hate. It was a reminder of what she'd lost those many years ago.
Her body heated up with rage as she looked into the blonde's eyes.
Emma.
Green eyes reflected what she'd seen in blue eyes in her youth, before everything was taken from her.
"If I'm beautiful then you're drop dead gorgeous," Emma told her.
Regina yelled like she had when she'd thrown her mother into the mirror. She pushed the blonde off her and Emma crashed onto the floor with a confused look.
Regina towered over her like she was prey and in Regina's mind, the younger woman was just that. With every ounce of hate, pain, and anger, she came down on top of Emma and punched her. She punched her once then twice and another time after that before she grabbed a fistful of blonde tresses.
She yanked Emma to her feet by her hair and ran her face first into the nearest wall. She pushed herself flush against Emma's back and wrapped blonde hair around her wrist, as she'd done once before, and turned the younger woman's head to the left so she could see Emma's wide, green eyes.
Regina panted against the side of Emma's face and growled in the blonde's ear.
"You're not him."
"What?!"
Emma panted as hard as Regina, but not only did the blonde seem shocked, she also seemed fearful.
"You'll never be him. I could never love you."
"I never asked you to," Emma choked out.
"But you're making me feel things," Regina bitterly said as she pressed Emma further against the wall. "Miss Swan."
Emma tried to take a deep breath, but Regina wouldn't allow her.
Regina tightly latched onto the waistband of tight denim and harshly tugged it downward, bringing the Sheriff's panties with it. She forced herself to stretch the material over Emma's backside as she shoved the younger woman's chest into the wall.
Emma could barely breath. She squeezed her eyes shut through the pain each labored breath caused her.
With the jeans around Emma's thighs, Regina had free range of the one place she wanted to hurt Emma most. She thrust three fingers into Emma and made the blonde scream. She pushed far inside the Sheriff's sex until the web of her fingers touched the woman's folds.
Emma clawed at the wall and winced.
Regina pulled them away from the wall as she held Emma's center and ass in the palm of her hand. She yanked Emma backward with the hand inside her and pushed her onto the ground with the other.
Emma lay face down under Regina, a fist still tightly set in her hair.
Regina got on her knees between Emma's legs and pushed them outward. They brushed Emma's thighs before she violently forced Emma's legs a good distance apart.
"Bend your knees," Regina barked.
"Regina-"
"Do it!"
Regina untangled her hand from Emma's hair and used it to painfully smack Emma's bare ass.
The jeans stretched as Emma bent her knees and evenly leveled them with her chest against the hardwood floor.
Regina quickly pulled her fingers out of Emma only to aggressively push four back in.
Emma yelped and tried to escape Regina's hold.
"Where do you think you're going," Regina stated more than asked as her eyes turned black as coal.
Regina started a rapid pace with her fingers as she thrust all four as far into Emma as she had the first time.
"Ah. Stop. Regina! Please," Emma begged. "You're hurting me."
"Good," she said in a raspy voice no different that her mother's after she'd killed Daniel.
Regina grinned as she punched her way in and out of Emma.
"Please," Emma started to cry. "Regina!"
Regina sharply raked her nails down Emma's back then ran them upward. She pushed up Emma's shirt and revealed the angry red marks she left behind, blood clotting at the surface of each scratch.
"I'm going to tear you apart," Regina hungrily growled.
Regina leaned over Emma and pushed aside her long, unruly hair. She bit down on Emma's neck and caused the younger woman to shriek.
"Re...Regina," Emma breathlessly pleaded.
Regina bit down harder before she released Emma's skin.
"Not Regina," she darkly started to correct the younger woman. "Your Majesty."
A tear stained Emma's cheek as it rolled down her face.
"I'll do anything to get you to stop," Emma weakly offered.
"Anything," Regina asked with interest as she twisted her fingers deep inside Emma.
Emma yelped and cringed as she lifted her backside into the air and toward Regina.
"Yes. Anything," Emma softly said as she continued to cry.
"Come for me. Submit to me."
Emma sniffled before she nodded.
"Okay. I'm yours. Regina, I'm yours."
"Not Regina," she barked before she buried her hand inside Emma then curled her fingers against her walls.
Regina tugged Emma back toward her and heavily breathed on Emma, her face close to Emma's hair and right cheek.
"Your Majesty," Emma squeaked.
"Good girl," Regina devilishly grinned as she slowed her pace and removed her fingers.
Emma sighed and shuddered as she started to relax, but it didn't last long before she tensed and tightened around three of Regina's fingers.
Regina slid her fingers inside Emma, but with less force than before and not as fast. She wanted to arouse Emma. It would be the only way to make her come. She needed Emma to give in to her completely and that would only happen if Emma did so intimately.
"When you come," Regina started as her lips brushed against Emma's ear. "I want you to say something for me."
"What?"
"All hail the Queen."
"Okay," Emma whispered.
"Now who am I," Regina asked as she sped up her pace and kissed where she bit Emma earlier.
"Your Majesty."
"What's my title."
"The Queen. You're the Queen."
Regina quickened her fingers as Emma started to enjoy the feel of them inside her.
"What will you do when I'm done with you?"
"Bow to you."
"To who."
"The Queen."
"All together."
"I will bow to the Queen."
"That's my girl. Don't forget that, who I am."
"Never, my Queen," Emma said as she started to catch on to the brunette's game.
Regina straddled Emma's lower back, her hand still between them as she made Emma wet with every careful though speedy thrust of her fingers.
"And who are you, dear?"
"Emma."
"No. Not your name. You no longer have a name. You're mine. Say it."
"I'm yours."
"My property."
"Your property."
Regina reached under Emma and tweaked one of her hardening nipples inside her bra.
"Say my name," Regina throatily demanded.
"Your Majesty."
"Say my title."
"The Queen."
"Who am I?"
"You're the Queen...Your Majesty."
Regina hummed with a smirk.
"That's right. I am the Queen. I will always be the Queen," she slowly said as she pumped harder into Emma.
Emma moaned and Regina rewarded her as the brunette swiped the pad of her thumb over her nipple.
"Who are you?"
"The Queen's property," Emma breathlessly replied. "I am the Queen's possession."
"Do you love me?"
"I..." Emma trailed off as her walls tightened around the Queen's fingers.
"Answer me."
"I...don't."
Regina clenched her jaw and glared down at Emma.
"Then we'll have to remedy that, won't we dear. When I'm through with you, you'll love me, but I'll never love you. You'll offer me your precious heart. Then...I'll crush it with my bare hand."
Emma whimpered as Regina twisted her fingers then violently pinched her nipple.
"And why will I do that," Regina asked as she baited Emma.
"Because you're the Queen."
"Yes."
"The Evil Queen."
Regina's lips parted and she went from angry to sad.
Her mother was evil. She never wanted to be evil. She never wanted to be her mother.
She fought the debilitating emotion and wrapped her hand around one of Emma's wrists and held it behind the blonde's back. She moved her entire body as she punched her way inside the younger woman.
Emma yelled and squeezed her eyes shut, though the pain still managed to turn her on. Her walls tightened again and she was on the edge of her release.
"Who are you," Regina grudgingly asked.
"I'm..." Emma struggled to speak, so close to climax. "I'm the Savior!"
Regina's eyes widened as she pieced together the puzzle. It made sense. Time had started moving again when she decided to stay in Storybrooke. The realization almost made her stop what she was doing, but Emma tightened around her again then let go.
"All hail the Queen!"
Regina shot up into a sitting position as a sheen of sweat covered her forehead as well as the rest of her body. She panted, eyes wide, as she ran a hand through her short brunette hair.
She took a moment to let it sink in. Her subconscious had been extremely revealing. She'd been the Mayor for a long time. Twenty-eight years. She hadn't responded to her title since the curse.
She never even wanted to be the Queen, but she'd embraced it after she accepted her unhappiness. She didn't think she'd ever feel like she had with Daniel again so she crushed hearts as well as collected them. She built up a vault full like her mother had and in time, followed in the wicked woman's footsteps. Cora had started a vicious cycle.
I am Queen. The Queen, Regina thought as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. I was always the Queen.
"You were never the Mayor."
She heard her mother's voice in her head.
"How could you lose sight of that, Regina. Have you not learned anything? You are the Queen. Start acting like it."
Regina stood and took a few steps toward the mirror in the master bathroom. She crossed the room to stand in front of it.
"Love is weakness, dear. Be Emma's weakness and you'll rid yourself of three problems, the Savior, the mother of your son, and your revenge on Snow White. You can have everything you want. You can finally have the life you want, but you have to kill her. Degrade that little harlot until you destroy her. It's the only way you can be happy."
"I never wanted to be the Queen. I didn't have to be the Queen to get what I wanted. I just wanted to be happy," Regina softly said to her own worn reflection.
"But you became the Queen. There was no escaping your fate, Regina. Everything I did was to make you who you are. Don't let me down. I know you have it in you. Wasn't that what you just dreamed? To act like the Queen?"
Cora, in her head, paused as if waiting for an answer that she didn't get.
"Well, make it reality."
Regina took a deep breath as a tear fell down her cheek. She looked down at the counter and grabbed her brush. She coiled her fingers around the handle and squeezed before she eased up a little then raised her arm.
She looked at herself in the mirror one last time before she threw the brush at it.
The mirror shattered into large shards of fractured glass and Regina could no longer see her own face. The voice in her head didn't say another word and she took another deep breath as she wiped away her tears.
She turned and went back to her bed. She got under the covers and stared up at the ceiling.
"The Savior," she whispered.
She didn't sleep the rest of the night.
"Still coming over?"
"That's the deal, is it not, Miss Swan?"
"It is."
"Then I'll be there."
"Can I ask you to wear something?"
"Again, isn't that part of the deal?"
"Yep. Just wanted to make sure."
"We're not friends. If we have a deal and you want something from me, take it."
"Ooh, Madame Mayor. I hope you remember that when you stop by for lunch."
Emma waited for a response as she spent her morning at the station texting Regina. After a few minutes, Regina finally replied.
"What do you want me to wear?"
"A dress."
"What kind of dress?"
"I don't know. A dress!"
"Black, red, long, short... Give me something to work with, Sheriff."
"Red. Um, I think the correct term is evening gown?"
"That's a floor length dress."
"Then that's the one."
"Preference for straps? Size, cut?"
"I didn't even know if I was saying the name of the dress right and you think I'm gonna have a preference on that?"
"Sorry. I forgot who I was talking to."
"Are you even at work? I would think the Mayor had more to do than text the Sheriff."
"Not today. Well, I'm actually in a meeting, but it's boring."
"Uh huh. What kind of meeting?"
"An important one."
"One on one meeting or council meeting you failed to tell me about?"
"I never fail to tell you anything you need to know. The next meeting is in a few days. I was going to talk to about it today."
"Sure you were."
"Heels?"
"Whatever height you want."
"Any preference on the color of my underwear?"
"Matching."
"Black?"
"Seems appropriate enough."
"I also have red."
"Hmm. Well now I can't decide."
"Better make up your mind before I head over."
"Is it almost that time?"
"Two o'clock, right?"
"Yeah."
"It's one forty."
"I've still got twenty minutes."
"No, you've got maybe five. I'm leaving in ten so I get there in twenty minutes. Honestly, you have no sense of time, dear."
"You called me dear. :)"
"If you could see me, I just rolled my eyes."
"Admit it. You love calling me pet names. Although, just for fun I'd like to hear you say my first name for once."
"Not going to happen."
"Not even if I give you the best sex of your life?"
"That's a hard thing to promise, Miss Swan. Hard to accomplish."
"I doubt it. With my skills? Please, I'd leave you craving more."
"Cocky, are we?"
"I could be. Just give me some time to go to a sex shop."
"Still waiting on that decision."
"You didn't tell me if you wanted me to pick one up!"
"And you haven't told me red or black."
"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours. ;)"
"I wouldn't mind a toy or two, but for another time. A time when I'm not cleaning your horrendous apartment."
"Red."
"See you in a few minutes, Sheriff."
"Fuck you in a few minutes, Mayor."
Emma set down her phone, satisfied with her conversation. She started to grin when her face tightened and she felt a sharp pain shoot across her left cheek. She raised a hand to it and gently touched the concealed bruise with her fingertips.
She sighed and went to the mini-fridge she'd put in the work room. She grabbed an ice pack and held it to her face. She went back into her office with the ice pack pressed to her left cheek and grabbed her car keys from the desk. She grabbed a few files then locked up the station on her way out.
She was able to swing by Granny's on the way to the apartment and smiled at Ruby when she entered the diner.
"Well, look who it is. On time today too," Ruby teased as she briefly stuck her tongue between her teeth.
"It's just one of those days I've got my act together," Emma happily played along.
"And in a good mood? My, my. Is someone getting laid?"
Emma laughed.
"Or completely beaten up," Ruby quickly changed her joking tone to one of concern. "Oh my god! What happened to you?"
Without realizing it, the ice pack had smeared Emma's makeup and not all, but enough, of the the bruise could be seen.
"Oh, uh, bar fight. I had to break it up last night. Things got pretty heated."
"Geez. Who knew this town could be so violent!"
Emma forced a small laugh.
"Yeah, who knew," the blonde shrugged.
"Right. So you're usual?"
"Yeah, but could I also get a club sandwich?"
"That's a little healthy for your taste."
"I'm trying to cut back on greasy foods and fats."
"Then why get your usual? It's the biggest, greasiest burger in town with lots of fat. Plus, that's two meals. You don't even eat that much."
"I'm saving the sandwich for later. I think I'm gonna be stuck at work late tonight."
"Alright. If you say so."
Ruby spun on her heels and headed into the kitchen to make the order.
Emma took a deep breath and sighed as she tapped her fingertips against the counter top. She looked around and saw the lunch rush had died down, not that there really was one in the first place.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed.
"On my way. How's the leg?"
Emma quickly typed out a response.
"Still hurts. Though I'm guessing that's not why you were asking."
"It wasn't."
"I was in the shower this morning, had to look at it, and remembered just how I got it. Better?"
Regina took a little longer to respond that time.
"Yes, but it's still not what I was looking for."
Emma sighed.
"You're not going to make this easy for me, are you."
"Where's the fun in that?"
Emma didn't know what to say. Thankfully for her, she didn't have to say anything. Regina sent her another text a few seconds later.
"Where are you?"
"Getting lunch? Are you at the apartment already?"
"No. I just wanted to know where you were."
"I can't tell if that was sarcastic."
"It wasn't."
"And I'm just supposed to believe you?"
"You could...or you could believe your own eyes."
"What?"
"Look behind you, out the window."
Emma questioningly stared down at her phone for a few seconds after she read the message. Se turned around and saw the black Mercedes parked on the curb across the street from the diner.
Her phone vibrated again and caused the blonde to slightly jump in the stool. She looked down and read the message from none other than Regina.
"Meet me around the corner with your car when you're done."
Emma parted her lips and looked up to see Regina peel away from the curb. The Mercedes flew down the street and Emma suddenly felt a warm tension between her legs. She bit her bottom lip just as Ruby returned.
"So," Ruby's voice made Emma noticeably jump as she came out of her reverie. "What's been up with you lately? I haven't seen you outside the diner since our last girls night."
"Uh, nothing. Just spending time with Henry, working. Boring stuff."
"We should get together again. You, me, Mary Margaret. What do you say? Another night out?"
"Sure," Emma agreed after a minute. "When were you thinking?"
"I guess not tonight since you think you'll be busy. Maybe tomorrow?"
"On a Wednesday?"
"Yeah. It's not like we're gonna go club hoping."
"The only thing I can think of doing on our night out is go to the bar. Why drink into the early morning hours in the middle of the week?"
"Um, hello? Because it's the middle of the week!"
Emma chuckled.
"I see your point. ...Uh, yeah, I guess I could do that. Henry has to be home early tomorrow anyway."
"Awesome. I'll let Mary Margaret know. She's supposed to be here for a late lunch, early dinner tonight."
"You'll probably see her before I do."
"Great. So tomorrow night! We're gonna have a great time."
"You say that every time."
"Have I ever been wrong?"
Emma smiled.
"No. No, you haven't."
Ruby beamed and flashed her sharp teeth.
"Order up," Granny called from the kitchen. "Oh, hello, Emma."
Granny waved at Emma.
Though they'd hardly talked, Emma was sure Ruby had told her grandmother plenty about their blossoming friendship. Not to mention being in the diner all the time and hanging around Henry in a small town. Gold was right. People talked.
She waved back at Granny and smiled.
"Hi," she greeted. "Oh, that bread was fantastic, by the way."
Granny looked around to see if anyone had looked over at them.
"You mean my 'secret' bread," Granny said, somewhat quiet though loud enough for Emma to hear across the room.
"Right. Sorry. I just thought I'd let you know."
Granny smiled.
"It's alright. Just don't go mentioning it to anyone else."
"Cross my heart," Emma said as she made an "x" over her chest.
"I'll give you some more next time you're in. What'd Henry have to say about it?"
"He hogged most of it. Scarfed it down like he hadn't been fed in days."
"Then I guess I'll have to make twice as much," Granny lightly chuckled as she handed Ruby the to-go plate.
"That'd be great," Emma nodded.
Ruby handed her the order with a smile.
"See you later," Ruby said.
"Thanks. See ya," Emma said as she stood.
She saluted her goodbye to Granny.
"Good day, Sheriff," Granny said as she waved at the blonde then disappeared into the kitchen.
Emma complied with Regina's demand to meet her around the corner and drove down the street until she saw the late model Mercedes parked out of the way. She parked next to Regina and got out of her yellow bug.
She stood outside on the passenger's side and knocked her knuckles on the window.
Regina unlocked the door, but didn't roll down the window.
Emma took what she could get and quickly opened the door, afraid Regina would lock her out if she didn't act fast.
She slid into the seat and closed the door behind her.
She heard the lock as it came into place and looked at Regina, her eyes wider than usual.
The brunette wickedly grinned, her finger still on the lock button when Emma met her gaze. Emma was trapped in a locked vehicle with the Mayor.
"You're not...wearing the dress," Emma slowly said as she tried not to freak out.
"It's in the backseat. I was going to change at the apartment. But know I'm wondering if I should wear such a nice dress if I'm going to be cleaning. It'll dirty the dress and it's one of my favorites."
"So...what are you suggesting?"
"Maybe I shouldn't clean your apartment today."
"What would you do instead?"
Regina's grin spread, more sinister.
"Get in the backseat," she demanded, a devilish gleam in her eyes.
Emma gulped.
"You're kinda scaring me."
"Just get in the back, Miss Swan. We don't have much time, do we."
"That depends on what you plan on doing. If you're gonna murder me in the backseat of your car, you could slash my throat and get rid of the evidence with maybe fifteen minutes to spare before you're break ends. You eat lunch then go back to work and no one would know."
"What a lovely thought. Do you think about me killing you often?"
Regina moved in closer, their faces inches apart.
"Because that's not how I would do it," Regina purred.
Emma looked from dark eyes to Regina's plump lips.
Regina smirked.
"Would you like me to show you how I would," Regina asked as she watched the blonde stare at her lips for countless moments.
Regina waited a little too long for a response that never came. She made her demand again.
"Backseat. Now."
Emma locked eyes with Regina. She looked the Mayor over for several seconds then pursed her lips and crawled from the passenger's seat into the back.
Regina victoriously grinned to herself then followed Emma into the backseat. She didn't wait to straddle the blonde's lap in the middle seat.
"What exactly is it you think I'd do to end your life, dear," Regina purred again as she cupped Emma's cheeks. "You can't possibly believe I'd kill you with a quick flick of the wrist, a blade to your throat."
"No? You wouldn't do that?"
Regina slowly shook her head.
"Have you thought about killing me?"
"Recently...yes," Regina slowly confessed as she purred.
"Oh. Well, in that case, maybe you should lie to me."
Regina giggled, but not in a cute and innocent way. More like the cat ate the canary.
"I'd do it slowly," Regina started again, her voice low and slow to successfully make her point. "First...I'd wrap my hands around your neck."
Regina slid her hands from Emma's cheeks to her throat. She demonstrated her method of terminating Emma.
"I'd squeeze until you nearly blacked out. Kind of like in the graveyard so many weeks ago."
Regina tightened her grip around Emma's neck.
Emma gasped before she started to struggle. She grabbed at one of Regina's hands and tried to pull the brunette away.
Regina only pushed forward with her plan and squeezed harder.
"Just when you think you're going to lose consciousness..." Regina trailed off as she waited for Emma's eyes to flutter shut. "Then I'd let go."
Regina released Emma.
The younger woman took a deep breath then coughed. She tried to catch her breath.
Regina hooked a finger under Emma's chin and forced the Sheriff to look up at her. She leaned in and kissed the blonde. She started slowly, softly, before she slid her tongue over Emma's lower lip to demand entrance.
Emma parted her lips and granted Regina the access she wanted. She touched the brunette's biceps through a black blazer, but the connection didn't last.
Regina abruptly broke the kiss and removed Emma's jacket then quickly peeled off her T-shirt. She grinned down at the blonde and ran her index fingers under the bra straps, up and down, but never off. She ran her fingers under the material two or three times before she snapped them against pale skin.
Emma hissed and scrunched up her face.
"What do you think I'd do next," Regina asked in a sultry tone.
Emma shook her head.
"I have no idea."
"Would you like me to continue?"
"I have a feeling you're gonna keep going no matter what I say."
Regina nodded.
"Smart girl."
Regina started to grind against Emma. She created a slow burning friction between their centers as she moved back and forth. She kept a steady pace, not rushed and completely sensual.
Emma gasped and bit her bottom lip.
"Don't tell me you'd fuck me to death."
Regina throatily chuckled.
"I wouldn't do anything pleasurable if I were actually killing you. Right now I'm just having some fun."
Regina undid Emma's jeans, but didn't slip her hand inside. She left Emma wanting to be touched, but continued to grind against her.
Emma licked her lips and started to pant as her skin warmed.
"After I would strangle you," Regina started to explain further. "I'd take out a knife or a box cutter and tear into your skin."
"I take it you like sharp things."
"Actually," Regina said as her hand made a slow descent into the Sheriff's pants. "I prefer using my hands."
The Mayor teasingly ran a finger though Emma's folds.
Emma leaned back and rested head on the back of the seat. She closed her eyes and spread her legs for the brunette.
"As much as I love to see you struggle, there's something to be said about when you give in to me."
Emma focused on her labored breathing.
"I'd mark you with an 'xo' and finish off my name around your thigh. Then I'd slip the blade into your stomach. I wouldn't call it a stabbing because that, to me, would mean I'd use excessive force. I'd do it slowly, listen to you scream in pain. It wouldn't kill you, but it would surely hurt."
Regina thrust two fingers inside Emma.
Emma hummed and ran a hand threw her own hair as she opened her eyes and stared at the roof of the car.
"You'd bleed," Regina continued. "And I'd watch you squirm."
Regina thrust her fingers further inside the younger woman.
Emma tensed as she tried to spread her legs even more, but unfortunately caused Regina to move against her injured thigh.
"Ah," Emma hissed and squeezed her eyes shut.
Regina lifted off Emma's lap, but kept her knees on either side of Emma's hips.
Emma relaxed her face and sighed in relief.
The brunette slid in and out of Emma as the Sheriff became more aroused with every thrust and spoken word. She avoided touching Emma's left thigh as she continued. She quickened her pace and began to bury her fingers inside Emma much like she had in her dream.
"I'd tie you up," Regina started to explain again. "And I'd bruise your pretty face."
Regina reached up and held Emma's chin between her left index finger and thumb. She turned the younger woman to the blonde's right to look at her black and blue cheek. She pressed her thumb against the sore bone and caused Emma to jerk away. She pulled her hand back and leaned in.
Regina placed a tender, chaste kiss on Emma's bruise. She gently braced herself with her free hand on the blonde's neck as he pushed harder into Emma.
Emma moaned as her hand flew to grip Regina's hips. She dug her nails into the brunette's skin as their movements raised the Mayor's shirt under her open blazer.
Regina bent over Emma and crashed their lips together. Immediately, her tongue slithered past Emma's parted lips while the blonde was caught off guard. She pushed into the kiss with as much force as she did with her fingers. She plunged into Emma and kissed her hard, lustfully.
Emma moaned and felt Regina suck all the air out of her lungs as they feverishly kissed. She didn't have time to come up for air until Regina quickened her pace yet again and started to grind down on her stomach. With Regina on top of her, doing the things she did, Emma broke their kiss as she turned her head to the side and gasped.
Regina kept her free hand on Emma's neck and dipped her head into the crook of Emma's neck on the opposite side as she thrust harder, longer, and faster into the blonde.
"Fuck," Emma rasped out, no louder than a whisper.
Regina moaned into Emma's blonde locks as she felt a familiar wetness drench her own panties.
"It wouldn't be enough," Regina admitted as she tried to finish her explanation. "I wouldn't...just use a knife...to cut and kill you."
Emma bit her bottom lip and continued to claw at Regina's hips.
I'd poison you, Regina thought.
"But you don't need to know the rest, dear," Regina panted and kept up with her pace.
Regina's nails sunk into Emma's neck as she closed her eyes and took in the scent of Emma's cornsilk curls.
She smelled like honey.
Regina curled her fingers inside Emma.
Emma restrained Regina at the hips as she tightly held them and pulled Regina completely on top of her, the brunette's center pressed to her stomach. She stilled the brunette's movements as she came undone.
Regina didn't stop. She raked her nails down Emma's throat to her collarbone as she kept a consistent pace. She remained on top of Emma and allowed the blonde to feel all of her weight as she thrust in and out of the Sheriff.
Emma took as deep of a breath as she could. She felt herself tighten around Regina's fingers a second time and her bit lip as she came again.
Regina barely, though noticeably, slowed her pace, but kept going.
"Regina," Emma breathlessly started. "I can't."
"Yes, you can."
"Please."
"Please what," Regina huskily asked.
"Please don't make me."
"Make you come?"
Emma nodded and gulped.
"Two more orgasms," Regina said.
Emma shook her head.
"Can't," she insisted.
"Will," Regina purred, almost growled.
Regina wrapped her fingers around Emma's neck and squeezed enough to limit the younger woman's oxygen supply, but not enough to fully strangle her.
Emma ran a hand upward under Regina's shirt then raked her nails down the Mayor's smooth back.
Sweat coated Emma's face as the Mercedes' windows fogged. She reached up with her free hand and smacked the roof of the car with her palm.
Regina panted against Emma's neck as her clawing hand scratched down Emma's sternum. She moved her hand inside Emma's bra and rubbed circles over one of the younger woman's nipples with the pad of her thumb.
Emma moaned, unable to contain herself as she came a third time.
"And now for the grand finale," Regina throatily purred in Emma's ear.
Regina swiftly removed her fingers and noticed Emma relax.
She wickedly grinned as she sat back on the center console between the front seats.
"Turn around," she commanded.
Emma panted as she opened her eyes to look at Regina.
"I told you...I can't."
"And I told you, you will. Turn around or find out what will happen if you don't," Regina said as she threateningly hovered her right hand over Emma's injured thigh, covered by tight denim.
Emma looked between her thigh and Regina's hand before she met the brunette's gaze again. She complied and turned to face the back window, on her knees.
Regina flashed a satisfied smirked as she noted how the blonde kept her legs parted for her. She moved in and quickly unhooked Emma's bra. She removed it then tossed it into the passenger's seat.
Emma's nipples hardened at the lack of warmth previously provided by the bra. She instinctively braced herself against the seat as she dug her nails in.
Regina pressed herself flush against Emma's back then yanked the blonde's jeans and soaked underwear down to her thighs.
Emma closed her eyes and gasped as cold air hit her exposed, dripping sex. She gulped seconds before Regina placed her left hand on her own then slid four fingers into the younger woman from behind.
Emma loudly moaned as she clutched the seat for dear life while Regina picked up her pace from the same speed she left off before their new position.
Regina laced her fingers with Emma's and dug her nails into Emma's palm as the blonde continued to sink her nails into the seat.
"F-fu...fuck," Emma breathlessly moaned.
Regina forced her fingers deep inside Emma with one swift, aggressive thrust then twisted them as she hit the right spot.
Emma whimpered as she squeezed her eyes shut tighter, but the moment didn't linger.
As quickly as Regina had pushed her fingers into Emma, they left.
Fortunately, though also teasingly, for Emma, Regina pushed into her with the same amount of force and depth as she had only seconds ago. She twisted her fingers again and curled them against the same spot inside Emma.
"God," Emma said as she threw her right hand out to touch the fogged window in front of her.
She slammed her hand against the window and made a hand print in the fog.
"Not God. More like the devil," Regina corrected, a little strained. "But you can call me the Queen."
Emma's hand started to slip against the window as Regina moved in and out of her. Within a matter of seconds, she came undone for the fourth time in a matter of minutes.
"Regina!"
The brunette couldn't stop. She continued to thrust into Emma, even after she achieved her goal.
"No more," Emma tiredly panted.
"We've still got plenty of time left on our break. I want to enjoy every second."
"I...ah...no! It's... I'm...so sens-sitive," Emma barely managed to say.
"I want you to hurt when I'm done. I want your legs to wobble, for you to feel like jello. Because of me."
Emma whimpered again as she tightened around Regina's fingers yet again.
"Fuck...hmm...Regina," Emma slumped forward as her hand slid down the fogged window and gave Regina a small view of the street through the streak she made in the process.
A few people passed by in the distance as they walked around the corner either coming from the direction of the diner or going in the direction of the diner.
Regina mischievously grinned as she thought about it.
"I could fuck you all day...right under everyone's noses. No one knows about us."
Emma bit her bottom lip as she continued to pant. The sweat on her forehead increased and wet some of her hair, causing it to stick to her.
"I could make you scream my name and no one would know. I could hurt you immensely and make you cry out...no one would hear you."
Emma moaned in crescendo as Regina drew out another orgasm from her.
"Please...stop. ...Can't..."
Emma could barely think. Her vision was blurred when she tried to open her eyes and each release after the third time started to rip into her. She felt weak and Regina was doing a fine job hurting her, each orgasm more painful than the last as her body fought to keep up with the Mayor.
Regina felt the same darkness from her dream consume her. It blinded her as she continued to feel Emma with her fingers twisted inside the tiring blonde. Her eyes were no loner dark, they were black. Completely black. At least that's how they appeared if anyone were to look at her.
She pulled her fingers out of the younger woman and released Emma's hand. She used her newly freed hand to rest on Emma's lower abdomen.
Should I even warn her, Regina thought. No. Time to go in for the kill.
Regina squeezed Emma's lower half against her with the hand on the blonde's stomach. She pressed the woman down on her fingers as she pushed inside Emma.
Emma grunted and pulled her hand back from the window. She tried to reach around herself to stop the hand the hand that moved between them, but Regina quickly bucked her hips and jerked Emma forward.
Emma hit the seat, her front pressed harshly against it as much as she could be, Regina's hand the only thing between her hips and the seat.
Regina slid her hand down Emma's stomach to her center and ran her fingers through slick folds. She coated them before she moved her fingers back up to Emma's clit. She rubbed up and down then made circles.
Emma tensed her entire body and tried to brace herself for what happened next. She came violently as Regina pressed a wet fingertip against her bundle of nerves as she slowly slid it downward through her folds.
The blonde emitted a strangled cross between a moan and sigh as she melted against Regina's body. She leaned back in defeat as she panted and rested her head on Regina's shoulder.
Regina slowed her fingers inside Emma as she pulled her left hand away from the Sheriff's sex completely. After a few moments, Regina withdrew her fingers and licked them as she looked down at Emma.
Emma's eyes were closed, her brow furrowed as she tried to come down from her sexual high. Her head was spinning as a huge cloud formed in it. Nothing was clear and her body felt like it had been hit by a freight train. Her center throbbed and the muscles in her legs were exhausted.
Regina sucked her fingers clean of Emma's taste as she admired what she'd done to the younger woman. She allowed Emma to rest on her, but she wouldn't let her fall asleep on her like she had after the massage. She waited until Emma relaxed her brow then used her left hand to push Emma off her. She moved away from the blonde and guided her onto her left side across the backseat.
Emma curled up as much as the seat would permit, her eyes still closed as she tried to drift off to sleep.
Regina settled on the center console and faced Emma's back, the blonde curled in toward the backseat. She was wet and itching for release. Emma's pants were still around her thighs, her bare backside in front of Regina.
"Don't go to sleep," Regina spoke up, her voice thick with desire. "I need you to do something for me."
Emma sighed and opened her eyes as she slowly rolled onto her back then turned her head to look at Regina.
Regina undid her pants and pulled them, along with her damp underwear, down to the floor. She removed them both entirely and sat on the console with her legs pressed together, hiding herself from Emma.
"Taste me," Regina said as the edge to her voice disappeared in her need.
The younger woman pulled herself into a sitting position and turned her body to face Regina. She looked from Regina's eyes to her legs. After a long moment, Emma met Regina's gaze again.
"Open up," Emma said as she sunk to her knees in the confined space on the floor between the console and the backseat.
Emma touched Regina's knees as the brunette kept her legs closed and let the Mayor open them of her own accord. She waited a few seconds before Regina spread her legs.
Regina held on to both the passenger's and driver's seat as she slid forward on the console and placed both feet on the backseat.
Emma bent over and curled her body to level her mouth with Regina's wet sex.
Regina's breathing became shallow and rapid as she waited for Emma to move closer, to put her mouth where it was needed most.
Emma hesitated. She licked her lips to wet them as she stared straight at Regina's exposed center. After a few seconds that felt more like long minutes, Emma looked up at Regina through thick, dark lashes.
Regina looked down at her, her eyes carrying less authority with every passing second Emma didn't touch her. She quickly tried to mask it and managed to look more domineering the longer they stared at each other.
Emma reached out and held Regina with her hands on the backs of the Mayor's thighs, close to her sex. She leaned in and closed the space between her mouth and Regina's center then licked up the woman's sleek folds. When the tip of her tongue made it to Regina's clit, she teasingly moved it up and down over the bundle of nerves at a quick pace.
Regina tightly gripped at the seats and closed her eyes. When the flat of Emma's tongue descended her sex and stopped short of her opening, she threw her head back. She parted her lips and gasped as she felt Emma dip her tongue inside. She tensed in anticipation.
Emma wriggled her tongue around inside Regina then pulled out and licked the rest of Regina clean. She moved her mouth back up to Regina's clit and sucked on it as she slid a few fingers toward the Mayor's opening again.
Regina bit her bottom lip as Emma's fingers came closer to where she needed the blonde.
Emma tantalizingly slowly slipped three fingers into Regina and nipped at her clit.
"What did I tell you about biting," Regina throatily, breathlessly warned.
Emma licked the bundle of nerves one time before she sucked on it again. After a few seconds, she nibbled at her clit as a silent way of telling Regina that was as far as her teeth would go in terms of biting.
Emma started a slow pace that quickly picked up after four inward thrusts. She massaged the backside of Regina's right thigh with the pad of her left thumb. She made circles as she moved her free hand closer to the apex of Regina's legs.
Regina's breath hitched and Emma's pace quickened.
Emma pulled almost completely out of Regina then paused for a split second as she worked to add a fourth finger.
Regina half groaned, half moaned as she felt her body open for the new addition.
Emma curled her fingers and moved deep inside Regina, though not as deep as the brunette had pushed into her. She flicked the tip of her tongue over Regina's clit then pinched it with her teeth before she suffocated it with her mouth and sucked.
Regina was close.
Emma made the decision to still her fingers inside Regina then curl and uncurl them as she reached for a specific spot inside the woman.
Regina hummed her approval.
Then, Emma slowly withdrew her fingers before she licked a trail down to Regina's opening. She teased it as she circled around the outside with the tip of her tongue. She pressed the flat of her tongue over the area and covered it before she licked up toward Regina's clit, but changed direction again and dipped her tongue barely, briefly, inside Regina.
Regina groaned and let go of the driver's seat to grab a fistful of curls with her right hand. She pressed Emma against her.
Emma would've smirked into Regina's center, but she was too tired. She trained her remaining energy on satisfying the Mayor. She slid her tongue inside Regina and ran her coated fingers over Regina's clit.
Regina lightly raked her nails across Emma's scalp as she simultaneously gripped blonde tresses and the passenger's seat. Her walls tightened as Emma slithered her tongue in and out of her as much as she possibly could. She quickly came undone.
Emma pulled her tongue out of Regina as the Mayor came and tasted her as instructed earlier.
Regina let go of Emma's hair took deep breaths as she tried to even them out. She opened her eyes as Emma finished.
Emma pulled away from Regina and licked her lips to clean herself up. She ran the back of her hand across her mouth to get the rest of it she couldn't reach with her tongue. She sat back in the seat, bare breasted and exposed to mid-thigh.
Regina pulled herself off the center console as she gripped the two front seats and straddled Emma's lap. She leaned in as Emma rested her head on the back of the seat with her eyes closed. She kissed Emma's nose and cleaned up the mess Emma had missed. She moved down Emma's body for a better, easier angle, and locked lips with the Sheriff.
"So..." Regina started as she pulled back, but stayed in Emma's lap. "The next council meeting is Friday. It starts at eight. Make sure to be there on time."
"Mm."
Regina grinned.
"Are you tired, Miss Swan?"
"Mhmm."
"Would you like to rest?"
"Hmm."
"You've got to get back to work, dear. As do I. There's not much time for sleep."
Emma took a deep breath through her nose before she parted her lips and tried to speak.
"No one will miss me at the station," Emma sleepily managed to say.
"Well, you can't sleep in my car. I've got to get back to my office. Unlike you I will be missed. I have too many things to do."
Emma didn't respond as her breathing evened and slowed.
Regina looked out through the streak in the back window Emma had made earlier and didn't see anyone on the street.
She quickly dressed herself completely then looked back down at Emma. She picked up Emma's shirt and pulled it over the blonde's head to cover her. She then tugged on Emma's jeans.
After a few seconds, she opened the back door then slid out of the car and went to Emma's beat up yellow bug. She tugged on the door to the backseat and opened it.
She turned back to her car, the door still open, and popped inside. She hooked her arms under Emma's and dragged the blonde across the backseat.
Emma hummed and furrowed her brow as Regina pulled her out of the Mercedes.
Regina frowned as she struggled to move the younger woman from her Mercedes into the Volkswagen.
Emma's feet landed with a thud as they crashed against the ground an inch or two away from the Mercedes. She groaned.
Regina hastily pulled Emma along then used what little upper body strength she had to lift the Sheriff against her chest. She slid out from between the yellow bug and Emma and tried to ease the blonde into the car.
She laid Emma on her back in the seat, her hips on the edge of the seat while her legs hung out of the car. She angrily looked inside the Volkswagen and wrapped her arms around the backside of Emma's thighs. She thrust her body against Emma and pushed the blonde completely inside the car with a grunt. She sighed as she let go of Emma's thighs.
Regina backed away and looked at Emma as she rested in the car, her feet sticking out of the backseat as her head nearly touched the door on the other side of the car. She ran a hand through her hair. She looked around in search for something, but didn't see anything she wanted. She went back to her car and rummaged through her purse. She grabbed a tube of lipstick and a makeup remover wipe and came back to Emma.
She leaned over the blonde and opened the lipstick before she left a note on the Sheriff's forehead with it. She then applied it to her lips and kissed Emma's chest where under the surface her heart beat inside her. She purposely left a lipstick stain in the shape of her lips and grinned as she backed away from the car.
She closed the lipstick and admired her work for a few seconds before she bent Emma's legs at the knees to get her completely inside the car. When she could safely close the car door without hitting or hurting Emma in any way, she left the makeup remover on Emma's stomach, over her thin T-shirt.
She backed away again and closed the door. She left Emma alone in the yellow bug to sleep as she returned to her black Mercedes and shut the back door. She walked around the front of her car and got in the driver's seat before she started the engine and peeled out of the somewhat secluded area.
Okay, so hopefully the inner conflict with Regina is appreciated? I thought it'd be true to her character if it were explored more on the show. I've seen some of the faces she makes when she knows she about to do something bad this season then does it anyway.
So, next chapter, along with Chapter 4 of Masquerade should hopefully be up some time next weekend. If not, I apologize in advance.