Love me Apocalyptic
Chapter Nine: The Beast Underneath my Skin
This burden came to me and made it's home inside/I've turned into a monster and it keeps getting stronger
-Monster, Imagine Dragons
"Shit, was this really necessary?" Regina hisses once the black spots stop dancing in her eyes and the pain of the bullet fades to a dull throb as her new body heals itself, spitting the bullet out into the hand that is clenched to the now ruined shirt. The shot had violently pushed Regina into the back of the stall, splattering the tiles with her blood. She clambers up awkwardly, having miraculously avoided plunging into the toilet water by the grace of her nails digging into the steel of the stall and indenting the metal enough to hold on.
The only thing that hurts more than this shot is betrayal. How could Granny do this to her? How could she try to kill her?
"I had to make sure," Granny says in soft wonder, eyes round, watching as Regina heals without magic. She knows this was a risky move, and she knows she's pissed Regina off given the full on curse word first thing out of her mouth, but honestly, Granny's more interested in keeping her diner and her family safe. She doesn't know how Regina came to be a vampire but she's sick and they need to do something about this.
"Hey, what's going on in there? Did I just hear a gun go off?" Emma is knocking on the locked door and then all of a sudden the door is blowing off it's hinges due to magic when no one answers her.
"Everything is fine, Emma," Granny reassures, eyes never leaving Regina. "Just dropped my gun and it went off." But Emma shoulders in and see's Regina's hurt in the bathroom stall, blood on her hands and chest.
"What the fuck!" she turns on Granny, anger rushing through her veins like a freight train. She stands in between Granny and Regina whose still coughing as the pain of the bullet ricochets through her.
"I had to do it, Emma. She's one of them. One of the vampires. We need to deal with her." Granny is unapologetic, features of her face hard.
"And what if that had killed me, then what, Granny?" Regina is spitting and furious because she's just been outed and she wasn't planning on that happening. She was never going to reveal being a vampire to anyone. "Or was that your intention? What if I hadn't been a vampire?" She might as well say the word, might as well admit to the dirty little secret out loud.
Granny raises a hand in a placating manner. "It wasn't going to. And I wasn't going to." An important distinction.
"You need to leave, now," Emma says through gritted teeth, almost shaking with rage.
"And let her go free?" Granny sputters. "Do you have any idea of how many people she could have hurt?"
Emma is too riled up to think about that. All she knows is Granny has hurt her friend and she wants her out of here. She waves her hand and the shot gun metal twists in Granny's hand and falls to the ground, useless. "Leave and let me deal with this, my way," she hisses, voice so low it hurts to speak.
Granny nods her, figuring she has crossed a line, a line she still won't apologize about. "Be careful," she urges and then leaves the bathroom. Emma is breathing heavily, trying to calm down. Neither her or Regina say a word until finally the sheriff manages to relax an inch and turns to face Regina.
"Regina. Why didn't you say anything?" Emma asks. She's not blaming Regina for anything. Not yet. She's just mad Regina didn't trust her to tell her this. Haven't they been through enough to have trust between themselves?
"You think I could?" Regina spits out. "I have a town to run, and people to protect."
"You're infected!" Emma suddenly cries out and her words ring harshly in Regina's too sensitive ears. "Fuck, you're a fucking vampire. What are we going to do now?" The realization hits Emma like a ton of bricks to the stomach and panic is already creeping in on her, making her start to hyperventilate because what the fuck does she do when her best friend and Henry's other mother is a fucking vampire? She can't lose her. She just can't. She doesn't want Regina to be turning into a vampire. Doesn't want her to succumb!
"Preferably you won't shoot me again," Regina said, her chest still throbbing where she had been hit.
Emma's face sours at Regina's ill timed humor. "How are you going to protect people if you are one of the greatest threats right now! A vampire, with magic!"
"I have it under control," Regina hisses and she knows she doesn't. She's barely holding it together. Barely able to stop the pull of thirst that burns her throat and the roll of her hunger that heats between her legs. Emma is here and she is too close to her and that's like waving a steak in front of a pack of starving wolves. She needs to leave this space, get some fresh air.
Anger, she needs to use anger to keep her mind from these urges. "I have magic. I use it to restrain myself."
"God," Emma shakes her head. Disappointment pooling in her eyes. "I can't believe you didn't tell anyone about this. So what if you have magic? It won't stop you from feeling those impulses. How long has this been going on?"
How long have you been lying to me?
That's what Emma's eyes say even if her mouth doesn't and no, Regina refuses to feel guilty about keeping this hidden.
"Not long after Hook's imprisonment. I probably caught it from him, that filthy no good-"
"Have you hurt anyone?" Emma cuts in impatiently. "Have you?"
"I am offended by that-" Regina grits her teeth, because Emma of all people knows that Regina would never willingly hurt someone anymore. She's one of the 'good guys' now.
"It is a legitimate question, Regina." And God, Emma hates accusing her friend but she has every right to, every right to know because Regina's a fucking vampire and now a threat to the town she so swore to protect.
Regina sighs, puts her wounded pride aside. Crosses her arms across her chest for moral support. "No, I have not. Like I said, under control." But despite all her efforts to understand Emma's interrogation, there is still an edge to her voice that says 'fuck you for not trusting me, for making me say things that should be blatantly obvious'. Emma picks up on that but decides to keep most comments to herself. She'll chew Regina out later; right now it's about facts, about how dangerous Regina is.
"Then what about...the blood drinking?" Emma says lowly as if afraid to speak those words. Has her friend sucked anyone dry? And who? And when? And wh-
"I've been ignoring my urges. I haven't drank from anyone." And there is honesty in that voice, with a thick spread of pride. Regina does seem to have the infection under control and Emma briefly marvels at how that is possible where everyone else has fallen. Maybe Regina's not really a vampire? The hope is short and dies in a quick flicker. No, the gun shot proved Regina's otherworldly nature. So...was she simply different? A different form of vampire because she had magic?
Admiration flashes in her eyes and Regina feels like she doesn't deserve it given the way she has hidden her secret in cowardly nature. "You can do that?" Emma wants to know how so she can tell Hook how to do it. So he can become more in control of himself.
A barb is waiting on Regina's tongue of course. "I'm not some weak willed Hook-"
"Seriously, you can stop at the digs on him," Emma narrows her eyes, protective. "He's my friend and I care for him a lot even if he is a blood thirsty vampire. Just like I care for you, despite the fact my best friend was hiding this secret from me."
Regina's heart thumps faster at the term of endearment. "It's a reflex," she mutters which is the most apology Emma will get on Hook's treatment.
"So what are we going to do now?" Emma asks, because she still doesn't have an answer to this and her mind is drawing blanks.
They can see Granny peeking her head in, Ruby behind her. They're trying to see if Emma's fine but she doesn't need this right now. She and Regina need more privacy. "We'll talk about this in my house." And Regina poofs them both away.
They arrive in her living room. Henry's at Mary's so it's just the two of them, with no threat of inquisitive minds interrupting. Regina makes sure to station herself across the room from Emma because even though her control has held her for so long, she doesn't entirely believe in herself to not leap onto Emma's neck if she continues being right in front of her. Emma rubs a hand over her mouth, other hand in her back pocket as she walks a small circle back and forth in front of the couch there.
Emma's brow is furrowed up which means she's thinking hard, and the gesture, one so simple and banal makes Regina's heart swell with fondness while her loins swell with something lustier. Already she's about ready to drip down her legs and it hasn't even been a full ten minutes with the savior. Fucking shit, she curses in her head because this is a situation certainly deserving of foul language. Can Emma not do anything remotely unattractive in regards to the beast inhabiting Regina's body and poisoning her mind? Because, really? This shit is getting old.
"Are you still going to be mayor?" Emma asks at last and Regina breathes out because Emma's not asking her why she didn't tell her earlier with accusation in her eyes and sadness tugging down the corners of her lips. This is something Regina can handle.
"Naturally. In such a crisis the townsfolk need a strong leader now more than ever."
"But you're a vampire," Emma points out as if Regina was slow.
"I thought we already covered that," Regina said behind clenched teeth because she resents that name, resents being one.
"How can you lead the town, protect it, when you're one of those...those things?" Emma runs her fingers through her hair now, eyes slipping closed in frustration. "As sheriff it's my job to make sure the town is safe, and that includes you too Regina."
The mayor's heart stops at this. "Don't tell me you intend to imprison me. I have done nothing for you to indict me. I have not drank any blood, have not hurt anyone, not even Henry, and he was here for a good while before I sent him away." Therefore I am undeserving of such a fate. This reeks too much of being a victim in the plot of Archie's death. Emma had turned on her then, but she had thought they were beyond that. That their bonds were greater.
"All I have is your word. And fine, you've got great control. But you sent Henry away, which means you're not utterly sure of yourself, which means-"
"I sent him away so I could focus more on my work. So he would not be plagued by worries about a vampire apocalypse happening right here. I didn't want him to know, and if he stayed here any longer than he would have found out." Regina says quickly and quietly and it's a good answer but Emma can detect the hint of untruth running behind it.
She decides to humor the mayor. "Okay, fine, but what if, and don't tell me it won't happen, what if you do slip up. Lose control to the virus? It's going to happen sooner or later-"
"I'll have cured myself by then," Regina insists in confidence with gritted teeth, hating how Emma is drawing her into a small corner from where she cannot escape. She feels like Emma is peeling away her options, her aspiration to ending this virus. "This is the exact reason why I didn't want to tell you. I knew you would doubt me. I knew you don't fully trust me. You're just like all of them, waiting and watching for me to slip up so they laugh at my failures and shortcomings, say I'm never going to change, that I can't change, that I'll always be disappointing!" Regina's yelling now and tears are pressing at the backs of her eyes. She didn't expect Emma's lack of certainty in her to be so painful.
Emma's face is pensive. So that was why Regina didn't tell her. She thought Emma would turn on her, would think her incompetent. "I didn't mean to...to make you feel like I don't trust in you. Heck, you've withstood this for so long...you've withstood a lot of horrible things for so long. But everyone breaks, even the strongest, and I don't want you to go this alone." She rubs her hands together, tries to stop from fidgeting with them. "I wanted to be there for you. I want to help you get through this. You know I don't care what kind of monster you are. Evil Queen, Overbearing Adoptive Mother, Bitchy Boss, or Vampire," Emma adds a bit of her humor in to take off the edge of her words. "Or what kind of monster you think you are. I'll still be your friend. So let me help you. I want to be there for your so called failings and shortcomings, and not just for your victories."
Regina's heart squeezes in her chest, and she fears Emma's words may just kill her for all their magnanimity. She could depend on Emma. She could. And what had she done to deserve this? Absolutely nothing.
"Just don't keep important things like this from me, expressly if they relate to this apocalypse situation."
Regina nods her head, lips tight, but relieved. "Okay." She's so happy Emma hasn't turned from her, hasn't tossed her into jail. Emma was going to believe in her. It meant the world to Regina to know this. Not many did, so even the support of one made such a huge difference. Yet, she's tentative with this support, scared of losing it.
"Good," Emma rocks back on her heels unsteadily, not sure where else to go with this conversation. "So uh, how's it like being a vampire?"
Regina is thankful for Emma's levity. "How do you think?"
Emma shrugs. "I dunno. A lot brooding and pining for the human days?" At Regina's sour look she shrugs again. "Twilight was like that."
"Whose Twilight?"
Emma chuckles at Regina's confused face. "Not who, what. A popular teenager book series about vampires who sparkle."
Regina snorts at that, starts to feel like she can relax once more. She doesn't need to defend herself from Emma and her allegations. They've smoothed things out. "Vampires don't sparkle."
"Then what do they do? Transform into bats? Go around saying 'I vant to drink vour blood?' " Emma improv's a bad Dracula accent, complete with her pointer fingers hanging down from her upper lip. Emma's loosening up too, because she can do this, she can handle Hook turning into a vampire, but she refuses to lose Regina to this disease and she will do whatever she can to help her.
Regina laughs because it is so Emma to crack jokes about something as serious as this. Emma could be missing a leg and she'd still make jokes about it. Guess where this one legged savior is working? Ihop!
"They actually existed prior to this wide spread eruption of them," Regina says and it's mesmerizing to listen to her voice. She casually walks over to the window, peeks out through the curtains keeping the light out. "Creatures of the night with bone white skin, ghastly teeth, and the agility and ability to over power almost anything thanks to their enhanced strength and senses. There weren't many of them, most hunted down by humans in the late 12th to 13th century, prior to when the humans started picking up witch burning, and so the numbers are even lesser today. They stick to small covens, in towns or wilderness where they are free from humans eyes."
"So vampires actually existed before all this? I just thought it was mother nature fucking with us, being all like 'haha, let me pull a quick doctor Frankenstein and construct this nightmare of a sickness and dump it all on you with no cure'."
Regina shook her head no, turning to look at Emma once more. "They did, which is so surprising that something like this erupted. Vampires are careful. They wouldn't spawn so many younglings. Its against the laws of their survival. And the symptoms of the virus and the curse of vampirism are different though they share many similarities."
Emma tips her head in curiosity, urging Regina to continue. "I've read up on some ancient books that I have with me, and the symptoms of a traditional vampire, the signs of their turned nature are different. Actual vampires can walk in sunlight, though it is draining to them and can weaken them to do so for long. Additionally, they pose the ability to transform either into bats, or wolves, or dogs. Not to mention they have powers. Like the power of compulsion or manipulation of weather. These new vampires don't have any of that. Though both species can be killed in similar ways, these new vampires are weak copies. They cannot even control their blood lust which a traditional vampire can."
"So what does this matter?" Emma frowns. "Scientists named this virus a vampire virus but it doesn't mean people are actually turning into vampires." Emma's brain has decided to skip over the mind boggling possibility of real motherfucking vampires in order to keep her mind from shutting down due to inconveniences such as, motherfucking vampires.
Regina shakes her head and immediately feels dizzy. She hasn't eaten at all today her synthetic blood, and taking into account having to heal a full bullet wound at close range, she's not feeling too well. "I'm not sure yet, but I know I'm onto something. It has to matter. If only I could talk to some real vampires myself...I'm sure things would be cleared up..." she rubs her forehead inconclusively and catches herself swaying before she heavily sits down.
"Regina, are you okay?" Emma's making strides towards the armchair and Regina raises a hand to pause her, to prevent her from coming closer. She can hear Emma's heart pounding in alarm and she can't have Emma any closer or else she can't guarantee the state of the blonde's neck. Regina's mouth is churning venom from hunger and all she can do is envision a tall glass of blood, sides steamed from how warm it is.
"I'm just...the bullet took a lot of healing, and I haven't been eating human blood which my body needs," Regina admits.
"At all?"
"Not a single drop from the moment I turned," which was an impressive feat considering how damn tempting it was.
This makes Emma feel guilty. Granny had shot her friend- admittedly, Regina wouldn't have confessed to being a vampire if Emma simply asked- when she was weakened. Emma wanted her to feel better. Wanted to amend things that had been done in haste.
"You haven't eaten in days. You must be starved," Emma surmised, seeing the flicker of interest in Regina's dark eyes at the mention of food. The brunette was hungry. Desperately so. Her throat burned like it was stuffed with lit coals. But it was more than that. Her insides twisted and churned and it was like a constant furnace going on there, the occasional wetness slipping free and down her thighs.
Emma watched as Regina's face contorted in pain as she tried to clamp down on the wealth of need the blonde's words had drudged up. Emma rubbed the back of her neck, unsure of her words. All she knew was that she didn't want Regina to suffer anymore. She was sure there was a cure. There had to be one. But in the meantime..."What if...what if I let you drink my blood?"
Regina's head snapped up, her pupils dilating as Emma's offer sunk in. Her fangs felt heavy in her mouth. She could already envision it. Sinking her teeth into Emma's soft neck, red crimson flushing her mouth as she drank deeply. Feeling Emma's heat underneath her lips, the thudding of her pulse as her heart pumped furiously.
And then the softness of her skin as Regina's hands ripped her shirt open and began their exploration, brushing nipples and ribs down on their way to between the heat between Emma's legs.
She realized she was shaking with anticipation and that venom was pooling in her mouth again as the throb between her own legs began to pick up. She couldn't do it. It was wrong. It was wrong, wrong. With great effort she turned her head away and breathed in deeply, counting to ten, her knuckles white as she griped the cushion edge.
"You don't want it?" Emma asked softly, misinterpreting all this.
"I do," blurted out of Regina's mouth. "I want it so much, but..." but Emma didn't know that if she offered Regina her blood, Regina was going to take something else, something intimate and significant from Emma. And she wouldn't do that to Emma. To anyone. No one deserved that.
Emma looked pained. She could hear the need cracking Regina's voice, see the way she tried to restrain her trembling. "But what? You think it will hurt? I can handle a little pain."
"It's not that, it's," Regina licked her lips, trying to find a decent way to pose this. "I'm hungry."
Emma furrowed her brows in confusion. "Exactly. So what's the issue?"
Regina tried to hold back the growl of frustration from spilling out. "Emma, I want to eat you."
"Well, duh. Don't all vampires do that to people?"
"How obtuse can you be!" Regina threw out her hands in exasperation, throwing her words angrily at Emma. "I don't only want your blood from you Emma."
Still, realization was slow to dawn on the blonde's face. "Not only my blood...do you want to eat my flesh too? Is that a thing vampires do?"
Regina was one second away from getting up and hitting some sense into Emma...with her lips. How could the blonde be this slow?
"I want to fuck you, Emma! Long and hard and rough!" Regina had gotten up from her seat without even realizing it, striding towards the blonde who took a surprised step back and then another until Regina had backed her up against the wall. "It's all I can think about day and night, and it's worse than the blood lust. I want to fuck you so hard you won't be able to sit down for days. I want to fuck you in dozens of different ways. Want to..." Regina trailed off with a lusty groan when she saw how close she had unconsciously gotten to Emma. The blonde was breathing quickly, chest brushing chest, and it only served to excite Regina all the more, her nipples straining the fabric of her bra at the accidental touch. She planted one hand on the wall behind Emma's head, the other one tangling unbidden into blonde locks. "Want to make you mine," she breathed out, pressing her forehead against Emma's, drinking in the sweet scent coming up from her and letting her eyes drift closed.
They stayed like that for a while, Regina's body raging with unspent arousal and Emma in shock.
"Ohh," Emma let out a shaky breath at last, breaking the moment. "I-I get it now." She was flustered. "So you don't want to drink from anyone because you get- get sexually aroused."
Regina let out an displeased sigh. "No, Emma. Just you. I only want to be intimate with you."
"Ohhhhh," another shaky inhale. A long pause. Regina refused to open her eyes, worried of Emma's reaction. Will she look disgusted? Probably. But Regina couldn't help the monster she had become. Her outside now matched her inside. "Uh, I um, wow. We should probably talk about that?" Strong hands grabbed at her upper arms and pushed Regina away and she opened her eyes to see that Emma's cheeks were flushed red and she couldn't maintain eye contact with Regina, her voice high in pitch.
"Is that supposed to happen when you become a vampire? I thought they only wanted blood?"
"I don't...know," but Regina knows and as she sits back down on the couch to give Emma some space to breath, she rubs her upper arm uncertainly, feeling the heat of Emma's last touch. She knows where else she wants Emma's touch and damn it, she will not submit to these teenage hormonal impulses this infection is giving her!
Regina had gone and talked to Hook about this. About if he felt any...less than pure intentions towards Emma.
"Less than pure intentions?" the man had asked, somehow managing to look derisive in the way he lay on his cot, arms crossed behind his head. "Do you mean, do I want to sleep with her?"
"Yes, that," Regina had said blandly, disgusted by the thought of Hook so much as suggesting him and Emma to engage in intercourse. For some reason her homicidal tendencies towards Hook were amplified. She had the urge to rip his head right off of his neck.
"Of course I have. We dated. It would be odd if I did not."
That wasn't the answer she wanted or needed. "I do not mean that. I meant...once you became a vampire did you feel a surge in these thoughts or feelings?"
"My, is the majesty wondering if I get horny?" Killian sat up, his eyes sparkling with mirth. At this he tapped his nose. "Because I can smell how much you are."
Regina could feel a blush burning her cheeks. She had forgotten how sensitive vampiric smell could be. She crossed her legs tighter as if that would do anything; all it did was further aggravate her throbbing. He merely chuckled at her discomfort.
He took three steps towards the one way mirror, leering down at her through them as if he could see her on the other side. She tried hard not to shift in her chair to give him the satisfaction of seeing her uneasy. "As far as I know, your majesty, becoming a vampire does not involve becoming horny for Emma. I think that's an issue between you and her that needs to be discussed." He shoots her a toothy smile and she wants to break every last tooth in that smile. Of course he knows she's turning too. Damn vampiric sense of smell. "But do try to hurry. I wouldn't mind having a bunk mate. It does get boring here."
She gets up, trying to remain prim and proper. "Don't count on it."
As she is leaving he calls out behind her, "You can't fight this Regina, not with magic and not with the sheer power of your will alone. This disease isn't a curse; it isn't a spell. It's science and biology. You have to stop living in the world of fairy tales and think rationally." He flops back down onto his cot. "But when you do turn fully, snag me some of Emma's blood will you? She smells exquisite."
She slams the door shut and tries hard to not think how he's all too right. She cannot even be mad about his comment on Emma's blood, because she wants nothing more than to taste it her herself.
"So what do we do now?" Emma asks quietly, breaking Regina free of her reverie.
Regina shakes her head, at a loss, but making her voice hard. "I can handle the blood lust and the sexual drive. I do not need your pity, or your help."
Emma scoffs and says something that Regina is not entirely expecting. "Are you crazy? What kind of a savior would I be if didn't help you. You're in pain. You're starving yourself! How would Henry feel if I let his adoptive mother die?"
"I think he would be fine. I've truly become the monster he's seen me as these past months," Regina said bitterly.
"That is not at all true," Emma gets down on her knees, holds onto Regina's hands. "You're not a monster. Not yet. We can still find a cure."
"You are too optimistic," Regina says softly and slightly breathlessly because Emma is on her knees in front of Regina and there is no shortage of times that Regina has imagined this exact scenario. "Henry does not love me. He loves you. That is why you cannot be around me, do you understand?" Regina draws in a shuddering breath and tries hard to stop her hands from twitching and pulling Emma into her. She wants Emma's face buried between her legs, tongue delving inside. She clamps her legs shut and Emma notices this.
"What are you thinking about?"
"About you tongue fucking me," Regina says honestly because at this point she's already told Emma this much and maybe this will convince Emma that she should stay away from her.
The blush is back on Emma's face and her mouth feels dry as she attempts to speak. "Regina-"
"I can't, Emma. I am a mess and you need to stay away from me until I figure out a way to stop this." Regina pulls herself up from the couch and paces by the curtained window, eventually stopping to grip the chair by her with a white knuckled grip. It pains her to admit that she is less than perfect right now, barely teetering on the edge of control. "If you don't I will hurt you. I will...I will fuck you." Regina didn't want to force that on Emma.
"What if...if I didn't mind," Emma said softly and timidly, something dark in her eyes shining.
"What?" The chair snapped under her hands in shock. Then she caught it. The scent of Emma's arousal. It sent her stomach into such a tight twist that she almost doubled over with need, barely holding it together. A whimper came to life behind her lips but she clamped down on them, praying that she would be able to hold herself together at the same time she prayed for Emma to destroy her.
"I mean...you're my friend, and you're hot...it certainly wouldn't be the worst thing, to, you know," Emma kicks at the ground, bashful all of a sudden, "sleep with you. Scratch your blood itch too, if you want. I want to, I mean, it's not like I've been dreaming about sex with you, just, it's, uh, something I specifically can help with, and you're clearly in pain. And I don't...I don't want you to be. And if I can do something to help you," Emma stutters, blushing furiously, pauses and then licks her dry lips. Regina's eyes follow the pink appendage before it disappears behind words again. "I'll do it."
Something surged to life in Regina and her restraint finally shattered. It was like a dam was breaking and out came pouring all that Regina had been holding back. She didn't even think to question why Emma was okay with sleeping with her. Her body ran on the primal instincts of a vampire, having to take and conquer what was now declared hers. She just slammed right into Emma mouth first, tossing her up against the wall so hard there was a loud smack. Emma let out a low groan at her now throbbing head, but it was covered up by Regina's moan of pure ecstasy. She would have been embarrassed by the wanton quality of it if she was in her normal state of mind, but right now she was too elated; mind falling under a fog of lust as she gave in to her base desires.
Oh, how she had longed for this for the longest time.
It had physically hurt her to be so separated from Emma, to hold back. Had felt like a piece of her was missing, and now with Emma's sweet lips on hers it felt like that missing piece had been returned. She felt whole.
She kissed frantically, hungrily, trying to taste all of Emma's lips, hands in a vice like hold on the blonde's hips. She was panting heavily with desire, feeling like every nerve in her body was on fire, like it was telling her to get even closer. She had waited this long, she would wait no longer to have what was hers.
Emma could feel herself being overwhelmed by the kisses. They made her head spin; they were never ending and she needed air. "Re...gi...na," she said between puffs, trying to push the brunette away so she could inhale. This was intense, way more intense than she had expected, and it was all going so fast. She didn't want Regina to regret this later, to feel like she had pushed Emma into doing this, because holy hell, Emma did not mind the way the mayor had fallen apart, given in to her wanton vices. It had been too many times Emma had dreamed of this, hand between her legs, and now the reality was happening.
"Give me a moment." But pushing Regina's mouth didn't discourage her. She only lowered her lips and began to pepper wet kisses up and down Emma's jaw and neck. All Emma could do was throw her neck back and hold onto the brunette's shoulders as liquid heat settled into her stomach.
The pulse pounded under the thin skin at Emma's neck, the promise of sweet blood right underneath it, but even that certain thirst could not draw Regina out of her lust. She needed to feel more of Emma's soft warm skin under her hands, so with a low growl she tugged the jacket roughly off of Emma's shoulders before losing patience for respectable undressing and ripping the shirt off of Emma by the front of it, getting the bra off in the process as well.
Emma let out a loud gasp of shock as buttons and shredded material joined the mess on the floor. "Regina!" Emma was indignant. "That was one of my better shirts!"
Regina merely responded by licking a trail down the valley of Emma's breasts to her defined stomach, stopping on the button of her jeans as she ran her hands over flawless flesh- there was no time for foreplay. Regina was ready to drink from Emma now, and it wasn't her blood. She fisted her hands on both sides of Emma's thighs, gripping denim material.
"Don't you dare-!" Emma warned but with another resounding rip and harsh tug from Regina's hands, the jeans were ripped off. Rip those off, Emma finished with a sigh. Though she would be lying if she didn't find the usually composed mayor losing control of herself to be excitatory and heady. She was sure her excitement was dripping down her legs right now. And given the dark look in Regina's eyes as she got down on her knees-how many times had Emma wished to see the Queen down before Emma like that- between Emma's thighs, she noticed. Regina could feel herself salivate; she had only fantasized about this thousands of times before and now it was happening. She breathed in Emma's delicious scent of arousal deeply, rubbing her own thighs unconsciously together. A fire had settled there, demanding to be doused out with caresses, but Regina ignored it; Emma was more important. She wanted Emma and her pleasure more than her own pleasure.
Predictably the underwear Emma wore was torn to shreds as well before Regina delved right in, impatient. There was no gentleness to the action and Emma let out a long hiss as her back arched off of the wall and her eyes slammed shut at first touch. Her hips began to grind in response, chasing after every tongue stroke.
Regina ate like she was starved, taking every inch in greedily; ravishing until Emma stood on shaking thighs, Regina's strong hold the only thing keeping the blonde up. Regina was moaning in appreciation at Emma's taste, loving how sweet she tasted and Emma's own moans rose in volume as she got closer and closer to the edge. And Regina wanted to go deeper and deeper, reaching in as far as she could with her tongue. She could feel Emma's walls began to contract and tighten around her appendage, the blonde's wetness spilling down her chin.
All it took was one last stroke from Regina's skilled tongue and Emma was yelling and coming, holding onto the head between her thighs as she ascended heaven and made her way back down on weak legs and spent lungs. Still, Regina didn't stop, letting Emma ride out her orgasm on her tongue, and cleaning up the sticky mess left behind eagerly.
Too sensitive from her first orgasm, Emma quickly mounted up into another one within minutes, this time bending in on herself as she shook and moaned a litany of Regina's name. She felt tingly all over and like she could just float away on the clouds.
The heat between Regina's legs was unbearable right now at seeing Emma's state, but she didn't want to stop. She wanted Emma to fall apart and apart and apart...she was hers and she was going to make sure the blonde knew it with the very core of her being.
"Regina. Regina..." Emma panted, face twisting up in pleasure again. Rough hands dug into brown hair. "That's...you need to...stop, I'm too sensitive," she half moaned half groaned.
Regina merely growled possessively, the vibrations from that translating into heat once more, not ceasing in her endless and persistent licks and Emma could feel her stomach coil once more with the threat of reaching another high.
"Regina. Regina," she tried to keep her voice even and continued trying to pull Regina away from her slit. Regina growled again. "Mine. All mine," she reverently hissed before nibbling on Emma's clit, causing the sheriff to collapse into her third orgasm of the hour, it weaker than the rest as her body screamed at her that she had had enough. Tears entered the corners of her eyes from over-stimulation.
She wrapped her shaking fingers deep into Regina's locks and pulled with all the strength she had before dropping down to the floor on aching legs. She was thoroughly sore between her legs; a feeling she hadn't felt in a long time. She looked on at Regina with tired fondness. The mayor's pupils were blown wide and her hands were already crawling back to Emma's hips where bruises in the shape of fingers were formed on the sheriff's pale thighs. Emma was smeared all over her lips and gently with the back of her free hand, she wiped it away before leaning in with a soft kiss.
"Mine?" Regina questioned, looking lost, brows upturned. She didn't understand. Was Emma not satisfied with her efforts? The vampire in her demanded to make up for the mistake.
"Yes, all yours," Emma whispered soothingly against the brunette's plump lips finding this look of uncertainty and need on her face endearing, along with the sudden possessive behavior. Was it a vampire thing? "Let me show you how yours I am."
Then she laid Regina out on the floor, kissing her all the while undoing her buttons on her shirt slowly. Emma didn't want to ruin the mayor's expensive clothing. The mayor began to squirm impatiently, hands circling up to Emma's shoulders. "Patience," Emma said and took to kissing down her neck and then the jutted rise of her collarbone, and the soft mounds of her breasts peeking out of the cups of her bra once the shirt lay opened. One hand traced down the curves of her waist and cupped her mound right through her black pants. Regina hissed at that and ground down in appreciation.
"Shit," Emma groaned out. "You're so wet." The brunette had soaked right through to her pants. "Is this because of me?" she asked, tracing a finger lazily over the inseam on the crotch of the pants.
Regina merely nodded her head as she squirmed harder, hands pulling at Emma's blonde curls. Deciding she shouldn't tease the brunette because Emma was supposed to be helping her not feel this way, Emma slid the pants off along with the mayor's panties, a pair of black lace ones.
Ruby was going to owe her ten bucks on that. Emma was so right on what the mayor wore underneath.
She traced her fingers up from Regina's thigh right up to her slick center. She was able to slip two fingers in right away and Regina's head thunked hard against the wooden floor as she gnawed on her bottom lip to hold back the strangled cry that almost made it out of her throat. She was already so close from eating out Emma that she knew it would be embarrassingly fast before she reached the edge. But as Emma moved in and out of her slowly and curling her fingers after each motion, she realized she didn't have anymore strength to deny this long awaited release. She had already denied herself of the pleasure of having Emma before, she wasn't going to now.
So she closed her eyes and let it happen, rocking her hips with gusto into Emma's palm. "More," she demanded and the sheriff added another finger, putting her whole arm into each thrust, causing Regina's hips to slide up on the floor with each movement.
"More," she still hissed and a fourth made it's way into her. She felt so full of Emma, wanted Emma to break her, wet slick noises filling the air with each harsh thrust, and the muscles on her stomach grew taunt as her grip on Emma tightened in impending release.
Emma was surprised when Regina's body twitched with a huge jerk and her mouth opened wide in a heavy moan of pleasure and relief. Her fangs glinted, sharp and pointy and it was the first time Emma had seen them. They didn't look monstrous like they did on other vampires. But cute.
Emma watched in fascination as Regina came down, lids fluttering open and Emma saw the change in them. Her Regina was back. They no longer had a wild look to them, full of insatiable hunger, but held intellect and the spark that was her.
"So?" Emma asked, voice low in the aftermath of their screams and moans. And she didn't know what she was asking with that question. So, what do we do next? So, are we still friends? So, we pretend this never happened? So, was I good? So, would you do it again?
She had just had sex with her best friend in town and the realization was just settling over her, a blanket of shock and WTF, wiping away the tingling feeling of what they had just shared, which in Emma's opinion, was some of the best damned sex she'd ever had.
Regina looked around, a bit disorientated. She recalled her conversation with Emma before a fog descended upon her mind. Slowly the memories of how she had gotten on the floor suddenly half naked with a fully naked Emma on top of her and in her hit her and she let out a long sigh, throwing an arm over her eyes in shame.
She couldn't believe she had lost control of herself like that. Had called Emma hers. She only hoped the monster in her was satisfied now. She hoped to never have to resort to using Emma like that again. To having to use her best friend for things Emma didn't want. She cared for Emma too much to have to force her down such a path.
"Get off me Miss. Swan," she said, trying to keep her voice even and emotionless despite its hoarse quality; trying to put distance between them by using that moniker. Her lips felt dry and when she went to lick them she could still taste Emma on them; sweet and citrus-y. She shivered in delight at the taste.
"Uh, sorry," a suddenly flustered looking Emma, quickly pulled out of where she had been buried in deep inside Regina and the brunette let out a sudden moan at the motion, hips bucking up to chase retreating fingers before Regina could control herself. "Sorry," Emma muttered again, rolling off Regina and trying to cover her chest with her hands as she got up. She tried to hide the disappointed look on her face but it was hard to, when Regina's dismissal of her stung. Ms. Swan. It's back to that, again? She picked up the ruined remains of her clothes, intent on getting out of here before making things worse. Was Regina regretting all they had just done? Rejection rooted in Emma's heart and she felt the urge to hide gnaw at her bones. It had felt so nice to be called Regina's. To be wanted by someone so openly. Usually that level of commitment was frightening; Emma would have run. But with Regina...
With a low sigh, Emma gave up on trying to pull her shirt on; it was ripped open and would not be covering anything. "Uh, hey, I don't suppose you could give me some of your clothes, could you?" Emma hated how shaky her voice sounded. She had thought this would mean something more...that her feelings would get through to Regina. But it didn't matter in the end. Only the vampire part of Regina wanted her.
Regina had gotten up, wincing at the wet and sticky sensation of her pants and underwear as she pulled them back up. The scent of sex hung heavily in the air, seeping into their skin and Regina had to remind herself to take small breaths because she could feel an unsteady throb pick up between her legs again. "I did that?" She looked on in astonishment at the clothes and sighed, answering her own question before Emma could. "Of course I did. I didn't mean to. Follow me." She indicated for Emma to follow up the stairs, trying hard not to think about how irresponsibly she had behaved. What if Henry had come in? It would have been a terrible thing for him to see Regina practically tearing into his birth mother. Curse Emma for even offering such a thing in the first place. It had weakened all of Regina's resolves, making her act this vile way. This wasn't how the first time between them should have gone.
Wait...did she want a first time between them?
She tore herself out of her thoughts. No, this was only because of the infection. She didn't really feel that way about Emma did she? She distracted herself by throwing open her closet and picking out a nice blue shirt and some black pants for Emma to wear. "Here," she tossed them at her, afraid to look at her while she changed because everything was just so exposed and Emma's pussy was right there and she could just get down on her knees again and all she really wanted was to dip her tongue in, get a small taste really and-
Regina curled her hand into a fist, letting the nails bit down hard to stop those thoughts. Panic was flaring up in her along with desire. Wasn't this supposed to be over? Wasn't she supposed to have gotten it all out her system? Why was she feeling this way again? It hadn't even been five minutes! She felt sick with despair at the all too tormenting feel of arousal rising in her veins. She refused to believe it could be back.
The final zip of the zipper told Regina that Emma was done dressing. Meaning it was safe to look.
Wrong.
Seeing Emma wearing her clothes, just lit a possessive fire in Regina and she could feel the beast's rumble grow in her chest. Minemineminemine, ran in her mind.
Emma was unaware of all this again, looking herself up and down. These clothes smelled heavily of Regina and had been one of the first outfits Emma had loved on the brunette. Had Regina purposely picked this out for her? "I guess it'll be good for now. But I'll have to teleport home so people don't ask questions about why I'm dressed like this. Oh, and you still owe me for a new bra and panties. Those were my good ones."
Emma looked up at Regina whose hand was splayed against her collarbone, rubbing gently, as her eyes took in Emma, took in the human covered in her clothes, marking her openly as hers. None of her words had just registered with the mayor.
"Regina?" Emma questioned, not noticing the way Regina's eyes had darkened again as the inner vampire reared it's head. Her words brought Regina striding closer to her, big powerful predator like steps, and suddenly they were kissing again, Regina gripping Emma's face between her hands, kissing her so hard and tight that her fangs were pressed up against Emma's teeth, both of them crashing into the wall behind them.
"Jesus, Regina!" Emma exclaimed when the mayor removed her lips and placed them on Emma's neck once more, pressing hot kisses there. "What is up with you!" The back of her head was in pain, again. Was this being pushed into walls going to be a reoccurring thing?
She really couldn't understand the woman. One moment she was desperate to fuck Emma, than she was cold to her, trying to kick her out, and now she was trying to fuck her again!
"Stop this. We aren't doing this again. I have more dignity than that." Emma huffed, pushing Regina off of her. She wouldn't let Regina treat her like that. Wouldn't let her heart be filled with hope, with a connection only brought on by two people being intimate with each other, so that it could be crushed by the realization that Regina was ashamed of her, of having touched her like that.
This time it was easier to bring the brunette back to reality as the beast hadn't come fully back out. She gasped in shock when she had realized what she did and looked her hands like they weren't her own, backing up from Emma until she hit the wall on the other side of the room.
"Go." She whispered hoarsely. "Just go." She was trembling and looked to be scared of her own self.
Emma nodded her head. "We have to talk more about this later." Because she was damned if she would Regina suffer through this alone, even if Emma's own feelings would get hurt. Then she poofed away.
Regina hated this. Hated this so much; this inability to be in complete control over her own body and needs. She was always the one in control. In control of the kingdom, of the town, of the people, and even of her own self. And now, it felt like her grip on everything was shaking, especially the one on herself. She hated herself for doing that to Emma, but she still couldn't stop herself as she slid down the wall and undid her pants once more, going to finish the job that apparently even Emma couldn't finish.
Thoughts of the blonde wearing her clothes and walking around town, having people like Snow and David see her in them, fueled her frantic and desperate hand motions as she pressed harder and harder into herself, trying to reach and find the spot in her inner most sanctum that would finally satisfy her.
By the time she was done, her pants and underwear were ruined beyond salvation. And she still wasn't any closer to being satisfied.