Chapter 3
I don't know well how we arrived at the manor, I want to enjoy every second of the time I spend with Regina but I'm also eager for what comes after our little travel around the city, so my view jumps constantly and now we are at the front door of her house, the white wooden door separates me from what could be the best night of my life and it's all so exciting and surreal. In the past, I would have thought I was dreaming, but in this era I know I am.
The number 108 of Mifflin street seeps down the open crack of my dream drive and I hold it tight within my mental archives as if it was a matter of death and life.
"Fancy a cuppa?" Regina asks me, breaking the silence with her perfect British accent that I know it's not her own but it would fool me any day, that is if I hadn't watched the full nine seasons of the Space wives TV show she filmed in England, that also happens to be my favorite show in the entire world. The phrase has a double entendre in the show and her character uses it always she feels like shagging her wife, I don't respond because the words simply won't come out of my mouth. I must look ridiculous, like a fish out of water trying to breathe, I know this because I hear her laugh. Dear God that beautiful laugh. "I knew you were one of THOSE fans—", she pulls my hand, forcing me to walk into the house since I remain frozen standing outside the door she just let open.
"You are having a blast playing with my fangirl heart aren't you?" I glare at her reprovingly.
"Of course I am. I'm only human", she closes the door at my back and corners me against it.
"You certainly don't feel like one", I breathe out, intoxicated by her closeness.
I can feel most of her body against my own and her lips so close to mine that I can almost taste them. However, she doesn't close the gap between our mouths and I burn slowly in sweet torment, still unable to move.
"I swear it, cross my hearts," she says in a whisper, pulling apart from my body just enough to make a gesture of two crosses in the air on either part of her chest. Yet another reference to her TV show where she's a sexy alien and has two hearts. That's as much as I can handle.
"So very human of you, having two hearts for me to break," I respond and in a shift move I flip us around and it's her that is pinned against the door instead of the other way around and I kiss her right there. She tastes like heaven and a little bit like apples.
"Don't you dare to break them", Regina says out of breath when we break apart for a moment.
Her arms wrap around my neck and she kisses me again before I can say anything, one of her legs snakes around my hip bone, bare skin revealed through the front opening of her trench coat where the belt doesn't hold it together and I could swear she was wearing more clothes a minute ago.
My hand slides up her toned leg and I feel she's only wearing underwear underneath her coat.
"You are a naughty girl Regina Mills," I whisper, smiling against her lips.
"Oh, Please! You love that—," She vacillates for a moment probably noticing just now that I haven't given her my name yet, "— stranger", she decides and my smile widens.
"My name is Emma Swan and I'm so very pleased to meet you madame Mills, believe me," I say and I have to fight the urge I feel to bow, merely because the proximity of our bodies doesn't allow me otherwise. My hands slide between our bodies and I start unbuckling the belt of her coat until it flows open and Regina's lingerie is the only thing separating me from her perfect body.
"Where is your room?" I ask, stepping back to relish in the delicious look of her perfect body.
"There is one behind every two doors I'm sure you'll find one easy enough", she replies and my brow furrows.
"I don't want any room, I want yours!"
"Hmm, so bossy—, I shouldn't like that, kinda do a bit," Her voice has a husky tone to it that wasn't there a second ago and it sends a fire wave between my legs, "upstairs, second door to the right, you couldn't miss it," she explains and before she's finished talking my view fades and I find us entering the room she mentioned, "So eager... My, my—," Regina laughs.
I don't respond to her taunting, but my index finger travels to her plump red lips, in a shushing gesture, she smiles and sticks her tongue slightly out of her lips to lick it. I swear this woman is gonna be the end of me. I take my hand away from her mouth and instead I decide she's still overdressed, so my hands travel to her shoulders and I slide the trench coat off of her. As she stands only wearing her underwear and her knee-high black boots in front of me, I start wondering how the hell I got here? I think I should play the lottery soon, I might get lucky, because right now I am the luckiest girl in the entire world, or at least I feel like I am.
"You are too slow, Miss Swan," Regina complains in front of me and I am not entirely sure of how much time I've been staring at her seminude perfection, "at this rate we are going to wake up before you get to the point, and let me tell you something, people wait for me, its never the other way around," She makes me walk backward toward the bed until the back on my knees hit the mattress and the slightest touch of her hand plops me on my back.
"Who's eager now?" I taunt her and she glares at me in response, sitting on my lap.
"Undress for me, Miss Swan", her voice crawls to my ears as smoothly as silk and my hands automatically move to do as she pleases. I start to unzip my leather jacket under her attentive eyes, but she slaps my hands away from the zip and clicks her tongue, "You can do better than that", she states, I know exactly what she means, and I gulp feeling self-conscious under her deep chocolate eyes. I blink twice and in my third blink, my clothes completely disappear, except for something that takes the place of my underwear, something I didn't anticipate and now is pricking the side of Regina's inner thigh. The strap-on harness crossed my mind for a fraction of a second as I was thinking my clothes off, and here it was now.
"Who's eager now?" Regina retorts and I blush a shade of red that would make my prior flushes look pale in comparison. I blink and the Harness disappears, "don't worry blondie, we'll be bringing that back later," she assures, leaning her body over mine and I notice her clothes are also gone when I feel there's no layer of fabric separating our flesh.
I kiss her hungrily when she leans in for a kiss and my hands slide across her body like there was nothing else worth worshiping in the world more than Regina Mills' smooth olive skin. I delight in every goosebump my fingers make sprout of her skin and every shallow breath that escapes her lips. This is paradise and I am certain that there is no drug powerful enough in the dreamland nor in the real world, that can compare to watching this woman melting in my arms.
We fall on our backs exhausted after a while, the shinning skin from all the sweat, looks and feels so real, the racing heart, the shortness of breath, and the orgasm vibrations still reverberating inside me make me wonder if I'm not mistaken and it is completely real. I suppose this is what the elder ones meant when they say in the past you couldn't tell a dream apart from reality until you woke up. If I was with anyone other than her I wouldn't be able to tell the difference either, I wouldn't believe this was a dream because it feels real, no shortcuts, no fast forwards, just she and I in our perfect heaven, uninterrupted and blissful.
"This was certainly something else", she breathes out as if she knew what I was thinking about.
"We didn't even need the strap-on", I laugh and she joins me.
"Maybe later", I want to know more about you, she turns to look at me, leaning her weight on her elbow and her head's on her hand, "So what's your favorite scene from the show?", I know she's talking about the Space wives and I shake my head before I answer.
"You won't like my answer", she shrugs, staring at me expectantly, "the one with the flying beds".
"Not that one, it was horrible!" She complains.
"I know the shots were filmed in a terrible manner, it's messy, and the special effects are horrible. I also know you hate it, you've said so in many occasions and several interviews, but you were half-naked the entire scene, and there were not careful of what they showed in the post-production, can you blame me?" I genuinely ask.
"Yes, I can, I'm completely naked right now in front of you, have a little perspective, Emma Swan, she scolds, smacking my shoulder, "anything you wanna ask me?"
"Did you really date the other actress in real life? Mallory Page, I mean, "I ask and she rolls her eyes blank, I've seen a million interviewers ask the same to her and she always defends the relationship fervently in front of the camera.
"That was merely a marketing strategy, but you are not supposed to know that", She tells me.
"I knew it! And don't worry I'll most likely forget that detail when I wake up, I can't afford much information while I cross the threshold", I tell her and her expression turns into one of worry.
"Will you forget about me?"
"Never", I assure her even when I know that most likely I won't remember much of this once I'm awake, just little details and if I'm lucky her name, but if I'm really lucky I won't confuse my little memories with watching one of her movies in here, "And if I do forget you out there, I'll have pictures to remember you in here, who needs the real world after all?", I continue and my mobile appears magically in my hand and I try to take a picture of her, but she holds my hand covering the camera while she pulls the sheet all the way up to cover her body.
"Maybe if we let something to your imagination, you'll want to see me again", she offers, smiling for the camera and I take the shot.
"And would you like that?" I inquire not believing that is even a possibility.
Regina doesn't answer me though, instead, she snaps the mobile from my hand and leans in to kiss me tenderly, she then gives me back my phone, and there is a selfie of the kiss on the screen.
"Does that answer your question?" she asks, pointing at the picture.
"Not really, can you be more specific?"
"Agh, yes Emma Swan, I would like that very much," she responds rolling her eyes once again.
"Alright", I give her my biggest goofy smile.
"Do you really think this world is better than the real one?" She poses the question after a long silence. I nod my head and she frowns.
"There are no opportunities out there for people like me and we get to earn a decent amount of credits in here, enough to have some kind of quality life.
"But what kind of life is it to come in here and live most of your day doing whatever it is you do for a living and then go out there and not remembering a single thing", she asks, genuinely concerned and I lean to kiss her forehead to see if the frown disappears, it does not.
"It is what it is, most of the time I can't afford transporting more than my name through the threshold, but I have a good life the way it is."
"There is so much more to life Emma", she whispers, smiling sadly at me.
"Maybe for people like you Regina Mills," I say her name and the words sound to me like the name of a goddess, "I'm not wealthy enough to afford the life of a god, and I have more urgent things to spend my credits in", Regina hesitates for a moment but doesn't reply, "I think I'm gonna wake up soon", I warn her.
"It's too soon, I still know nothing about you", she complains and sadness settles in her eyes.
"It's an automated system", I tell her, the sadness on her face reflects perfectly in my voice.
I spend so much time in this world I have to keep track of my bodily needs in an automated way, otherwise, time would go by me and I would forget that I'm still human and sleeping is not all there is.
"Just promise me one thing," she requests and I nod my head yes, not even knowing what she'll ask next, "Promise you'll let me show you the real world, Emma Swan if I can find you".
"You'll have to find me first," I tell her, "but I promise".
"Do you even live in L.A.?" she wonders after she agrees to find me out there with nothing but my name to start.
"I don't have the faintest idea", I shrug, she smacks my shoulder again because I laugh, "I always dream of it so I must, right?"
"I hate you!"
"No, you don't", I smile at her, "if you can't find me there, I can find you here if you use your real name, that's what I do for a living, I find people that want to be found for people who wanna find them", I tell her.
"I never use my real name, are you crazy? There must be a billion fanatics out there looking for me every hour of the day," she grabs my phone and adds a contact to my list.
"Evil Queen", I read when she gives it back, "It suits you", I say, holding her face in my hands, and when I do I see they are glowing a bright shade of gold, Regina can see it too and we both know its time for me wake up.
"It's time to wake up Emma, Wake up and smell the coffee—," She lingers on the noun for a second and then places one last kiss on my lips.
The first thought that crosses my mind as I open my eyes in my house is that my public name on the outside world is not Emma Swan, technically it is but I erased everything concerning that name from the internet and every single database, she will not find me.
I let that fact slide and concentrate to remember every single thing I can about my dream storing it in my memory the best I can before it all fades away. But there is nothing I can do and a few minutes later it's hard for me to remember more than a few little details.
AN/: I couldn't help the Doctor Who references in this one because I'm rewatching the show, in case you noticed and didn't let them pass... Bless you, and I love you.