Chapter 10
I feel like I can breathe again when instead of running from my side, Regina's body melts into mine. It feels like I was holding my breath for days, and the oxygen I was depriving myself of is finally granted permission into my lungs. This must be the taste of happiness. Suddenly all I want to do is lose myself in its flavor for as long as I am possibly allowed.
I pull Regina into a kiss. A kiss that rapidly escalates since I can't keep my hands to myself when I'm around her. My hands get lost into the depths of her silk pajama shirt, feeling the soft skin of her back and sides and finally moving to the front.
Regina kisses me back, her lips moving equally or even more eager than mine. She straddles my hips, and her hand starts rambling below my tank top as well, but then she pulls apart from our kiss, and all her actions come to a stop. I groan in response, complaining of the lack of caresses that I could feel only a second ago.
She sits up in my lap, her hands resting over my chest, and she looks at me directly in the eye. Her face is a mix between arousal and concern. She bites her bottom lip, and I decide that the brunette looks like a teenager groped for the very first time under her clothes.
"I can see you overthinking it. What's wrong, Gina?", I ask her because she doesn't look like she's going to talk or move soon.
"Nothing, it's just that I can be a little intense in bed, somewhat fond of rough playing. I know this may be an issue considering your past. Maybe we need to establish some boundaries that I shouldn't cross?", Regina asks, biting her lip again after she's finished talking.
I consider her words for a minute. Thinking back to our days in Wonderland and the few times we were in this situation before, the ones I remember, at least, since I can't be sure if I'm missing anything. Intense was an understatement when it came to describing Regina Mills in bed. This fact, however, was never an issue for us before, so why was Regina now so concerned about it? Well, for starters, she didn't know about my past at the time, and on the other hand, I didn't quite know either.
The only memories I have in the dreamland are of stuff that occurs in Wonderland and my name. I also have a clear notion in my head to always cover my tracks while navigating the dream grid. I know this because that's the only information I could ever pay for when crossing the threshold. I know I have done an excellent job at hiding there because my past hasn't come to bite me in the ass for the last six years, even though the notion of how I do it is unknown to me out here.
Today is different. We are in the real world now, and I know about my past. All the traumatic experiences haunting my mind are very present to me here. I ponder for a moment if I do need to establish boundaries in bed? I honestly don't know. I have expended most of my time of freedom after escaping Gold's club, buried in Wonderland, so I've had near to non-sexual partners in the real world. A few one-night-standing experiences while drunk clearly are not of much help to solve my predicament, but looking into Regina's beautiful and expecting eyes is.
"I don't have boundaries with you, Regina—." I respond with a tone of absolute confidence that even surprises myself, "maybe only one", I add doubtful of whether this would be a problem with Regina, as it is with every other human that dares to touch the patch of skin that I'm about to show the brunette.
I sit up in bed with Regina still in my lap and take a second to steal a kiss from the corner of her mouth. She releases her bottom lip from its teeth prison and smiles sweetly at me. I carefully push the brunette off my lap, and she complies, kneeling on the mattress beside me, waiting for my next move. I slide my feet off the bed, sitting on the edge with my back turned on her. She waits expectantly in silence until I remove the tank top I'm wearing, showing her the skin of my back.
"What is this? What happened?" She gasps at the sight of the scars near my shoulder blades.
"Lily and I tried to escape for the first time a month after we were sold to Gold. Neal cut off our wings so that we never tried again, or so he said. More like burned them into our skin to remind us never to try again", I explain to the brunette, "Birds without wings cannot leave their cages on their own", Neal's words leave my mouth in a dull tone.
"Does it hurt?" Regina asks in a whisper.
"I can't feel anything", I reply, and I turn around to look at her, "the nerves are damaged. I can't feel a thing, not over the skin, at least. The muscle underneath is intact, so it feels weird when anyone touches the scars. Unpleasant. I can feel the pressure and not the touch. I'm not too fond of it. It is okay if you touch it over my clothes".
"Understood", Regina smiles sadly at me, "anything else?".
"Maybe not choking me today? I still have that dream carved in my mind", I shrug.
"Wasn't planning to do that", She shrugs as well, "anything else?".
"I trust you, Gina. You can do whatever you want with me. I am all yours", I let out huskily, thinking of the implication of the words leaving my mouth as I say them.
There is that wicked smile I love so much.
"You probably shouldn't have said that to me, and just so you know, I've never been fond of sharing, so I'll hold you up to that statement, Missy.
You are all MINE", she says, and my cheeks flush a soft shade of pink when I repeat the words I said in my mind and analyze the meaning the brunette just gave them. My blushing intensifies when I realize that if she wanted them to mean that, I wouldn't have it in me to fight her. I am all hers.
I gulp audibly as I watch her approach me, crawling on the mattress. Regina's animal-like demeanor is enthralling as well as a little intimidating. She pushes me on my back, forcing me to my last position, and she straddles my hips again. Her dark eyes have lost their remaining chocolate color. They are now two black pools in which I could easily drown—, the difference between bottom or surface impossible to determine when residing within their pitch-black depths. Swimming with no course until your lungs run out of air and your windpipe burns like you are swallowing the sun itself seems like a low cost to pay for a woman like her.
The brunette slides her hands up over my bare stomach. So painfully slowly that my chest moves up and down with my frantic breathing at least a hundred times before she finally reaches my breasts. I swallow audibly when she once again bites her bottom lip, but the action lacks the trace of innocence and concern that it had before. Instead, I find myself facing an avalanche of pure lust charging against me from every pore of Regina's being.
She leans over me until she places a cast kiss over my lips that is just out of character for her lascivious look and demeanor. And her hands move so quickly from my breast to my wrists that I'm barely aware of the moment when she pins my arms over my head because they clash against the cushioned board of the bed.
"Keep them there", she instructs me, and all I can do is nod my head, feeling her hands crawl back to their previous position on my breasts. My breath hitches when I feel Regina twisting my nipples so very slightly. She leans back to grab one of them in her mouth and starts nipping at it ever so slowly with her teeth.
"You are unfairly dressed", I state when she lets go of my nipple for a single second, and I can finally draw in a decent amount of oxygen as to speak. My voice sounds hoarse, and Regina growls lowly at the sound of it.
"Then undress me, Emma", she says with her mouth close to my breast. Her hot breath collides against the wet patch in front of her mouth and sends a shiver through my spine, making the skin of my chest get goosebumps. I moan barely audibly, but Regina doesn't miss it, making her start another torturing game. A game where she catches my nipple within her lips or teeth and then whispers sweet nothings into the wet skin. Her rewards are my quiet little moans and mortified groans that only make her wicked smile widen every time she stops her attentions for a mere second to look me in the eye.
It takes all my self-control and a couple of minutes to get my hands on the task she gave me when I pointed out the unfair state of our nakedness. Nevertheless, for a second, I doubt whether to move my hands from their invisible bidding or not. She asked me to keep them there after all, but how was I supposed to undress her if I wasn't allowed to move my hands? In the end, I opt for going against her first instruction. The need to feel and see Regina's body is more powerful than her possible wrath.
My hands move between our bodies with difficulty as Regina keeps playing the game she just discovered, moving from one to the other nipple instead of away from my body to grant me the space I need to do the task at hand.
"For fuck sake!", I grunt when I can only unbutton the first two buttons of her shirt after several minutes, remembering there are many left for me to unbutton.
"Language, Miss Swan", she scolds me, sending another shiver through my body when her hot breath collides against my now swollen and reddened nipple.
"You know what? Fuck it!" I say, ignoring her warning and grabbing a handful of the silk fabric over Regina's back to pull it with all my strength off her beautiful body. The silk shirt wrinkles up around her head, forcing her to release the nipple currently in her mouth with a loud pop as the fabric gets in the way between her face and my body. I moan because of the sudden release and the soft silk harshly grazing against my now too sensitive nipples. She growls, not pleased with my actions and much less with my language that she just warned me to keep under control, which I completely ignored.
The shirt comes entirely off when Regina jerks back from my body, and I keep hold of the silken fabric tightly in my hand. She looks less than pleased when she glances back at me from her position on my lap, darting daggers with her eyes as if what I just did was her worse nightmare. Nevertheless, she quickly moves on, smoothing her hair gracefully into place with her fingers.
"I did warn you about that filthy tongue of yours, didn't I?", She asks, taking the shirt off my hands and throwing it somewhere over the floor around the bed, "what shall I do with you now, blondie?", Her smile looks intimidating while she glances up and down my naked body, thinking of what to do next.
"Love me?", I let out in a whisper, faking innocence with a pout of my lips that I'm sure Regina will not buy for a second.
She doesn't buy my pouting. However, her expression relaxes in a matter of seconds, and her smile becomes tender and so beautiful that I automatically smile in response.
"Okay then, Emma, I'm gonna make love to you because you, my darling, deserve to feel loved", She says after a moment of consideration.
I can hear my heart pounding loudly in my ears after this declaration.
Does love feel this way? Your heart pounding erratically in your chest, with the only purpose of escaping your body by sending waves of blood in every direction to find a way out of its prison. Tiny red and white cells soldiers born to fulfill one escapist purpose. Or maybe this is just me being a nervous wreck.
I hold my breath again when Regina leans down to kiss my lips, and her dark hair works as a curtain that isolates us from the world. The dim light seeping through the strands of her hair is just enough for me to ravish my eyes in the sight of her perfection.
"You are precious, Emma", the brunette whispers against my lips. I say nothing in response because I don't know how to respond to compliments very well. No matter what I say, I know it will sound something of the sort of me being Sauron's ring and Regina being Sméagol, worshiping the monstrous golden ring as if it was made by gods, losing her soul by contemplating its beauty. I scoff at this occurrence, and Regina mistakes my reaction as me discarding her compliment completely. Hence, she reassures me, "you are precious to me, Emma, more than you can imagine", she repeats, her hands cupping my face and her blown pupils threatening to swallow me whole into oblivion.
I let myself believe that I can be someone Regina Mills holds dearly in her heart just for a moment. Her eyes are oozing affection as proof that this declaration was undeniably true. The rational part of my brain, however, differs utterly from this affirmation. Constantly reminding me that I'm lucky just for being in her presence and asking for more is just calling for disaster. Unforgiving future suffering that I won't be able to withstand. I am glad to be in her company, for the time being, seizing the moment for as long as I possibly can. Until she decides to move on from my life like everyone inevitably ever does.
Regina kisses me repeatedly on my lips, cast little kisses, ghosting my lips with her own. She moves to peck my eyelids, my forehead, and my cheeks. My giggle reverberates in our little dimly lit hideout surrounded by her hair, making her smile.
She eventually tries to move away, probably to continue her kissing trail further down my neck or even to the extend of my body. However, I stop her with my hands wrapped around her upper arms. Her eyes widen slightly.
"Stay like this", I whisper, moving my right hand from her upper arm to bury it between the soft strands of her hair. I pull her close to my face again, my hand flat against her nape, and I kiss her. My tongue slides over her bottom lip, asking for permission, and she grants me entrance by parting her lips slightly.
One of her hands slithers between our bodies. At the same time, the other holds her in position, with her face stuck to mine so intimately that I'm no longer able to tell where my lips end and hers start. Her hand finds a way into my minuscule underwear, and she gasps for air when my soaking wet folds meet her fingertips. I moan in her mouth when her fingers stroke more confidently against my wetness, again and again, finding their way around my heated core. I spread my legs as much as I can with her still straddling my lap to give her more access.
My fingernails dig into the soft skin of her nape when without notice, two of her fingers slide forcefully inside of me. I bite her bottom lip more out of surprise than anything else, and she seems to like it because she lets out a panting moan that clashes against my upper lip. She starts pumping her fingers in and out of me at first slowly, but the pace rapidly increases with every passing second; encouraged by the moans escaping my mouth every now and then, she pulls apart from our kiss just enough to look at my face, her hair still isolating us from the world when her fingers curl up to hit that particular spot inside of me that makes my hips buck up against her hand. I let a squeaking sound escape my lips, and she laughs lowly in response.
"You like that Emma?", she asks, and I nod yes with my head, biting my bottom lip this time, "say it out loud".
"Please Gina, I want you to do it again", her smile brightens with my reply. Her fingers curl up again, hitting the same spot over and over, until my hips rock uncontrollably, and I feel the need to press my legs together, overwhelmed by the sensations she is causing in me.
My inner walls tighten around her fingers, pushing them out every time she pushes them inside of me. The feeling of this internal fight makes my breathing fasten, my bottom lip quiver, and my legs shake uncontrollably.
"You are precious to me Emma, you better start believing it", Regina says when I'm about to cross the line of no return. One more tap of her curled fingers inside of me, and I am lost. Finally swallowed by darkness, the last thing I see is her dark-blown pupils consuming me. And I let go, allowing ecstasy to take over my body for the first time without regret, concern, or fear. For a moment, I believe that no experience I ever lived in Wonderland compares to this moment, sensory enhanced experiences or not. If I were to choose one moment to live in for the rest of my life, this is it.
AN/: My gift to you on this boring boring day is this sweet piece of smut, enjoy and sorry it took me so long. Hopefully, it was good enough to compensate for the long wait.