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Author Notes: Phew, here we go again, folks. Sorry about the wait, but I think the end product will make up for it. I want to take the chance to thank my amazing Beta serenequeen92 for her unconditional help and support. Without further ado, let's get to it.
Enjoy!
Emma's Birthday- Night of the Ball
The rest of the night went off without a hitch. After dancing to a few more songs, Emma and Regan went back to their table. Having worked up an appetite, Regan excused himself to go get Henry from where he was being looked after along with several other children, so he could eat with them and spend some time with his parents and grandparents.
It didn't take long to locate the small brunette in one of the classrooms, where he was playing knights and dragons with his little friends. He chuckled and watched them for a moment before making himself known. The teacher on call at that moment scrambled to get up from where he was laying on the ground while the children smacked him over and over with foam swords.
He bowed deeply "Your Majesty," he greeted nervously. Regan smiled "Pardon the intrusion, I'm just here to pick up my son. I hope he didn't give you much trouble?" he asked while Henry latched onto his leg happily.
"None at all, I can assure you. He really is a well-mannered boy," the teacher assured him truthfully. Though even if it had been a lie, he would have said the same. He valued his life, thank you very much.
"That's good to hear. Thank you for looking after him," He said, taking Henry's hand, "Let's go, Hen. Your mommy is waiting for us. Say goodbye to the nice man," he instructed. The boy grinned and did as his father said, waving at the man enthusiastically as they left.
As they made their way back to their table, a lot of people stared. The reason for that, was that Henry was wearing a miniature version of his dad's outfit right down to the circlet. He looked positively adorable, looking like Regan's mini me. It wasn't hard to see Emma's contribution of his genes, in his gorgeous green eyes and light hair, not to mention his butt chin and dimpled smile, but aside from that he was all Regan.
"Mommy!" he shouted when he spotted his mother, taking off like a rocket and climbing on her lap. Emma chuckled and kissed the top of his hair "Hello, my baby boy. Did you have fun?" she asked, always willing to listen to his cute ramblings.
Midway through describing his adventures in defeating the 'dragon', he spotted the other two people at the table and grinned "Hi grandma, hi grandpa," he exclaimed, waving. Snow melted and David grinned back, showing where Emma and Henry got their signature smile from, "Hello champ, what is it that I'm hearing about you defeating a dragon?" he asked, and Henry's eyes lit up as he started his tangent again.
From the day he had met them, he had been taken with who he was told were his mommy's parents. Even with their still somewhat stony relationship with the former king, Snow and David had doted on their only grandson with abandon. They had to admit that the boy was happy and charming, his manners impeccable, no doubt his father's influence. For all his evil, Regan Mills was a gentleman first and foremost.
When asked about his own parents by his son, Regan had explained to the boy that his grandpa Henry and his grandma Cora were in heaven, looking after him. He didn't have the heart to tell him that his grandma Cora was probably being burned for eternity in the deepest circle of hell.
After dinner, Regan excused himself for a moment. He instructed the waiters to deliver champagne to all the guests while he made his way to a small platform that had been fashioned below the huge banner that read 'Happy Birthday, Princess Emma'.
The blonde wasn't all that fond of being called 'princess' by anyone else other than Regan, but she allowed it, knowing that people were still getting accustomed to the modern world.
Regan hit the side of his champagne flute with a butter knife, getting everyone's attention "Thank you all for being here tonight, celebrating not only a new start for all of us and our beautiful town, but also the birthday of our savior. I include myself in that, because Emma Swan didn't just break the curse, she also saved me way before she even came to this town," He admitted freely, meeting Emma's eyes and smiling lovingly.
"Emma, you entering my life was the best thing that ever happened to me, aside from my precious son, which you also gave me. You and Henry are my beacons of light, to guide me home should I become lost again. You gave me the motivation to rise above the darkness, to become a better person, to let go of the pain and anger that kept my heart captive for so long. Even after finding out the truth about my past, you never gave up on me and that's something I'll never be able to repay. I think I speak for everyone here when I say, that I can't imagine anyone better than you to keep our town safe and guide us into a new prosperous era, and on a more personal note, I can't imagine anyone better to be the mother of my children and my true love. Please join me in a toast by raising your glasses" He paused, lifting his glass in a salute, feeling pleased when everyone else mimicked his actions "To the savior, long live Princess Emma!" he toasted.
"Long live Princess Emma!" everyone echoed cheerfully before they took a sip of the exquisite amber liquid. No one was surprised by the quality, the mayor was all for the finer things in life, especially when it came to the woman that owned his heart, and if anyone noticed that during his heartfelt speech he said 'children', as in plural, well…
No one saw fit to mention it.
After the toast, Emma danced a couple more songs with Regan before Henry decided he wanted to dance with his mother too. Everyone melted as they watched the boy's adorable focus as he tried to mimic his father's dance moves. The King watched on, proud of his offspring for pulling out that level of charm at such a young age. He wouldn't have even dreamed of doing the same with Cora, she didn't have time for such frivolities, and he would have just gotten scolded for his troubles.
After that, came the time to cut the cake. At first, Regan was going to go with a common multi layered, elegant cake. But then he changed his mind and decided to go with several, smaller cakes instead for a variety of flavors, including his mouth watering, native Tres Leches cake which he made himself. Emma and Henry were excited since that was their favorite dessert. Even Snow and Charming had a piece and they had to admit it was good.
The (Swan)Mills left the party a bit before midnight, sleeping son in tow. When they arrived home, they tucked their son in bed, after smoothly changing him into his pajamas without waking him.
Afterwards, they went to their room and helped each other out of their clothes, sharing languid kisses in between. Words were unnecessary as they followed the familiar path to their bed, landing in a tangle of limbs and laughter.
"Happy birthday, Princess," Regan murmured, looking deep into enchanting green eyes and unable to resist claiming pink, supple lips. Emma kissed back without hesitation, wrapped around the man she was never going to give up and held on for dear life as he made love to her over and over until exhaustion won, and they succumbed to it.
'Best birthday ever' was Emma's last though before sleep claimed her.
The next morning dawned bright and cheerful. Storybrooke's citizens could be seen out and about, going about their days with renewed positivity. It seemed the ball did its trick, and everyone was relaxed and in a very good mood, leaving behind their anxieties about their future, at least for the time being.
Though there was one person that was not having a good time. The night before, he had arrived full of expectations, both good and bad. His goal had been simple, find Emma and work like crazy to get her back. Granted, that had not changed, nor had his motivation waned, but the state of the town baffled him.
He had expected chaos, a downtrodden place as its citizens lived in fear and fought to get rid of the evil dictator and take back their freedom. Instead, he was met with a quaint yet charming town, full of blooming business and happy folks.
While arriving at Granny's for lunch that same day, he sat on the booth furthest away from the door and pretend to read his paper, hoping to find some useful info. All he had heard about as people filled the diner was about the ball the night before, how fun it was, how good the food tasted, and how beautiful the princess looked.
He assumed, correctly, that they were referring to Emma. He figured that maybe her parents had been able to pull it off for her birthday, in spite of their feud with their greatest enemy. He was aware of the Evil King, his dark curse, his status as the mayor of the town, and his long-standing fight Snow White and Prince Charming.
Then, a group of teenage girls, probably high school seniors, sat in the booth next to his and what he heard made gave him pause.
"That was some party last night. When they first announced the ball, I thought it would be a boring affair full of stuck up old people, but oh my god, I was so wrong!" one of them exclaimed happily.
"I know, right?! You know Johnny Black, Chief Black's son, he asked me to dance with him!" another one added.
"What? No way! I'm so jealous! He's like one of the hottest boys in school. Wasn't his dad chosen to be on the new council by the mayor?" the third one asked.
"Yes! We had a great time, and what about the mayor's speech, huh? So romantic," the first one sighed.
That made him frown. What were they talking about? It didn't make any sense. Just what could be even remotely romantic about the Evil King? He wondered.
"You're only saying that because you have a huge crush on him! You're such a sucker for older men!" her friend teased.
"Shut up! He's not that old. And he's so handsome! My god, he's tall and fit and gorgeous! Come on, you have to agree with me on that one. The sheriff is a very lucky woman," she concluded.
"Agreed"
"Totally agreed," her two friends affirmed with dreamy sighs.
Neal Cassidy couldn't believe his ears. Didn't these girls know who they were discussing like some celebrity? The man that cursed them all to this town. And the Sheriff they mentioned? What kind of woman would fall for a guy like that? It was crazy!
His musings were interrupted by the ringing of the bell above the door, and he promptly lost his breath. It was Emma and if possible, she looked more beautiful that he remembered. She was wearing a pair of skinny jeans, riding boots and a flannel shirt. Her golden hair was down and her stunning features radiated happiness. Then his eyes widened when he processed what he was seeing.
She was carrying a child, barely older than a toddler, judging by his size. He looked like her a bit, but most of his features must have come from his father.
That pretty much fried his brain.
Emma had a child.
Did she fall for someone else and decided to have a baby with him? He didn't consider the possibility that she might be involved with someone when he made plans to look for her. But where was he then? It couldn't be someone from Storybrooke. The prophecy said the savior would arrive on her 28th birthday and the kid looked like he was like, five years old, definitely way too old to have been conceived after she arrived in town.
Wait. Five years?
His heart stuttered for several seconds and he paled.
No. Please God, no. It couldn't be…
He frantically did the math in his head. They had done the insemination a month after she turned 23 and he assumed it didn't work because she didn't show any symptoms. If it did work, that meant that by her next birthday, she had given birth already. Fast forward four years, she arrives in town at 28 and yesterday she turned 29. Any kid she had would be five years old.
Oh God. It did work! It worked and he set her up. She was pregnant when she went to prison. She had their baby in prison, because he sent her there.
And just like that, his task, which had been difficult enough to begin with, had just gotten about a hundred times harder.
But how was he here? They don't let women keep their children in prison, and knowing Emma, she wouldn't have wanted to send him to foster care, but it was the more logical step unless she asked someone to take care of him until she got out. As far as he knew, he was the only person in her life at the time. He was still musing about it, watching the blonde and her kid sitting on a booth on the other side of the diner, when he heard something that made him stand at attention.
"Morning, Mr. Mayor. You arrived just in time. The usual?" the waitress asked, smiling pleasantly at the man that had just entered. He was tall and broad, exuding power and authority. His clothes and demeanor screamed wealth and high status and his handsome face looked like it had been hand sculpted by the gods themselves. Neal was man enough to admit that the guy was like a work of art.
"Yes, thank you, Miss Lucas," Regan responded, nodding and smiling back before he walked over to where Emma and Henry were waiting for him. He had dropped them off before he went to look for a parking spot. It seemed everyone in town collectively decided to have lunch at Granny's and the street was filled.
Back in his own booth, Neal tensed, wondering what the jerk would do as he followed him with his eyes. He looked around, expecting nervous or fearful faces, but no. No one was tense, no one looked like they expected something sinister to happen.
Over the next few seconds, he knew why.
Regan Mills, the stoic mayor of Storybrooke, the feared evil king, ruffled the small boy's hair playfully, getting an indignant "Daddy!" from the kid, though he was grinning widely as he stared up at the man in adoration. Then, he sat down next to Emma and drew her into a heartfelt, passionate kiss. Neal watched in muted shock as Emma kissed back with enthusiasm, sending their son, who sitting across from them, into a fit of giggles as he covered his eyes with his hands.
Neal was completely floored by the scene, along with the realization that one of the greatest villains from their land was the kid's father. While some of Emma's likeness could be detected, the boy was a mini-me of the King. From his olive skin, to his facial structure and even down to their matching clothes.
Emma, his beautiful Emma, had given birth to the Evil King's child and was now apparently in a relationship with him.
He subtly watched them as they ate, noticing how Emma leaned against Regan comfortably, occasionally kissing his jaw or playing with his dark locks. A toned arm was wrapped around her shoulders, Regan's attention shifting back and forth between the blonde and the boy.
They looked like a happy family.
Anger and jealously were running hot through his veins. The only thing that held him back from going over there and making a scene was the knowledge that Regan Mills could do some serious damage to him. Whether he used magic or not. He had to concede that the guy was built like a powerhouse and would probably knock him on his ass in a fight of any kind.
No, he had to bide his time and talk to Emma alone, to explain everything to her and hopefully start wooing her away from the mayor. He sighed in resignation as he acknowledged the fact that he would probably need to seek his father out and ask for his help.
An opportunity presented itself when Regan got a phone call from his secretary and he reluctantly told Emma he had to go to the office for a bit, just long enough to finish some pending paperwork that needed to be filed before the weekly town meeting that would take place the following Monday. He promised it would just take about an hour and that he would meet her at home afterwards.
Emma sighed but nodded, smiling against his mouth as he kissed her goodbye. He stood up and lean down to kiss Henry's forehead "Be good for your mommy, Henry. We'll play later when you wake up from your nap, ok?" he promised.
Henry pouted but nodded "Ok, Daddy," he agreed before the mayor left, not looking forward to his task.
Once they were alone, Neal gathered his courage and make his way over, his heart racing the whole time.
After Regan left, Emma instructed Henry to finish his meal so they could go to the park for a bit before going home. Her precious baby boy practically inhaled his food in his excitement, making her chuckle.
Her good mood evaporated on the spot when she heard a voice she thought and fervently wished she would never hear again.
"Emma."
She froze, a cold sweat breaking all over her body as she was confronted by her, one she desperately wanted to leave behind. She slowly turned her head and there, standing before her, was the man she once thought she would grow old with. A man she grew to despise with every fiber of her being.
He looked exactly as she remembered, his eyes bright as he looked at her and his trademark goofy smile upon his face. Once upon a time that look would have melted her, she had to admit that she had a weakness for brown eyes. But now, it filled her with disgust.
"Neal" she responded in a monotone voice. Henry must have sensed the tension in her voice because he lifted his head to look at her in worry and confusion, before turning to the man that had interrupted them. He fixed him with a look of disdain so reminiscent of Regan's, that Emma almost snorted.
She fixed a similar expression on her own face and glared "What are you doing here? How did you even find this town?" She asked, narrowing her eyes as he shifted in place, a guilty expression slowly replacing his earlier exuberance.
"No, Wait. You couldn't just drive in randomly. Only natives of the Enchanted Forest and Henry can cross as of now" She mused, her demeanor hardening even further as realization dawned on her.
"Who are you?" she asked in a low tone, straightening in her seat.
"Emma- ", he tried to interrupt before she banged a fist on the table in anger, gathering everyone's attention in the process.
"Who the fuck are you, Neal?!" she snapped, looking at him like she was about to channel Regan and yank his heart out of his chest.
Neal hung his head and sighed in defeat "My birth name is Baelfire," he revealed and hesitated, his remorseful eyes meeting cold green before soldiering on "I'm Rumplestiltskin's son," he added shamefully. Gasps from the onlookers filled the diner but Emma didn't pay them any mind.
Her mind was a jumbled mess, racing as she tried to process what he had just told her. None of it was real. He lied to her from the very beginning, had played her every step of the way. Neither of them had been very forthcoming about their past and they had respected each other's decision. But while she had been wary of revealing the pain and loneliness of her time in foster care, he was hiding pretty much everything about himself. His name, his origins, even his age.
Technically, he was 36, but Regan had told her that by the time he became Rumple's apprentice, the dark one had been alive for more than 300 years and she assumed (and fervently hoped) that Neal or whatever his name was, had been born when Rumple was still human. Compared to that, the 28 years Storybrooke was frozen in time seemed like child's play.
Neal, along with everyone else in the diner were holding their breath as they watched Emma, waiting for her reaction. Henry, who sensed the clogging tension, climbed carefully over the table and settled at his mother's side, breaking her out of her musings. Her arm wrapped around him, holding him close, for both their comfort.
Desperate to break the silence, Neal blurted out the first thing he could think of, "So, this is our kid, huh?" he asked, and he swore someone snickered. He looked around with a scowl, only to realize it had come from Emma.
Then she started laughing hysterically, tears running down her face as her body shook in anger, disbelief and mirth. Everyone looked at her, mystified by her behavior.
"Oh my god, I can't even… You actually believe that, don't you?" She managed to say between gasps, her giggles starting anew. When she calmed down, she met Granny's eyes and silently pleaded with her. The elder wolf understood the unspoken request and made her way over, ignoring Neal completely.
"Come, boy. Your mother needs to have an adult conversation with this gentleman," she said, though it was obvious that 'gentleman' was not really the word she wanted to use.
Henry looked at his mother and Emma smiled, kissing his forehead "Go, baby. I bet Granny will let you watch cartoons if you ask really nicely," she encouraged. It seemed he was going to refuse before he nodded, giving the stranger one last look before he got out of the booth and took Granny's hand.
Once she was sure he was out of earshot, she stood and looked at Neal. Before anyone could react, she drew her arm out and delivered a painful smack against his cheek, turning his head sideways from the impact.
"How fucking dare you?! After everything you did to me, you have the audacity to ask me that, in front of him no less. He is not 'our' kid, Neal. He never was and he never will be. He's mine and Regan's, not yours," she said with deliberate derision. "You and I are nothing, ok? You mean absolutely nothing to me," she added with rage, basking in his wounded expression. Good, she wanted to hurt him.
"Every day, while I was in prison, I thanked every deity I could think off that you were such a failure as a man that you couldn't even knock someone up by accident, much less on purpose. Because of you, I had to give my baby up and miss the first years of his life, all for the sole reason that you are an inconsiderate, selfish jackass, just like your father," she spat.
Neal drew back in shock, surprised at the vitriol she was spouting at him. He knew she would be angry, but this? It was another level entirely. He was hurt and embarrassed by her words, aware that everyone was listening. No one was even pretending to mind their own business at this point. Emma didn't care about that, she wanted everyone to know what kind of scum he was.
"But lucky for him and for me, his real father stepped up, even when he didn't have to. He took him in, loved him and raised him to be the amazing boy he is today, and when it was time for me to come find him, he welcomed me with open arms. So really, I should be thanking you, Neal. Thanks to you, I have the family I always wanted, with my parents, my son and the man that is my true love," she calmly informed him, her anger simmering down after the initial surge.
Hurt and humiliated, Neal glared at her "Oh, you mean the Evil King. That's the man you are so in love with? The one who cursed everyone here and is the very reason you grew up an orphan, unwanted and alone. How can you be with him after that? How can you forgive him and not me? You don't even know why I did what I did!" He protested.
"Tell me, then. Tell me what your reasoning was when you set me up to take the fall for your crimes," she asked with obvious sarcasm.
Neal swallowed and nodded "One day after work, a few weeks after we did the insemination, a man walked up to me and called me by my birthname. I was surprised, since no one was supposed to know. His name is August Booth, better known as Pinocchio, and he was sent to this world along with you as a child. You were in the same foster home in Boston for a while before he ran away with some other children, though he kept tabs on you after that" He recalled, taking a moment to collect himself.
"Anyway, that night he told me who you really were, why you two had been sent to this world, and about the Evil King and his curse. He told me about the prophecy, and that it was absolutely vital that nothing interfere with it. He told me I needed to leave you, that a life together was not possible right then because it would hold you back from your destiny. Settling down and starting a family would harden your resolve to protect it and you wouldn't have any reason to come to Storybrooke and break the curse. I had experience with dealing with an evil villain and I couldn't in good conscience let people suffer, but I knew that merely walking away wouldn't be enough or I would be tempted to seek you out anyway, so I planted the watches in the bug and gave the tip to the police. Afterwards, August told me that after you turned 29, it would be safe to seek you out" He finished and looked at her earnestly.
"I swear I didn't know you were pregnant though. Remember how we read that it rarely works on the first try? You never showed any signs of it, so I assumed the insemination didn't work. I wouldn't have done it otherwise. You have to believe me, Emma!" he added desperately.
Emma stood there silently, looking at him incredulously "You are an idiot" she breathed, baffled at the man's stupidity. Neal merely looked at her with an idiotic expression.
"First of all, how could you trust the word of a stranger? It doesn't matter if he knew your identity. In fact, that should have been a red flag. Did it ever occur to you that he might be working for the King or maybe even your father?" she asked slowly, as if talking to a mentally challenged person, which she felt she was doing. Neal froze, obviously he never thought of that.
"Then there's the fact that your so called love for me was so fickle and my happiness meant so little to you that you were willing to ruin my life over some stupid prophecy you didn't even know existed or were involved with in any way whatsoever. Like you had any right to make choices about my life. And that's not even considering that it was a fucking prophecy anyway! No matter what happened, I would have come to Storybrooke either way. God Neal, you could have stayed and then, when the time was right, find or make up a reason for us to visit Storybrooke, or you could have just walked away without looking back, and I still would have found my way here." She reasoned, single handedly dismantling the reasoning for his actions.
"But it was never about me or my so-called destiny, was it? it was all about you. You were scared, because you knew staying meant either confronting your past or truly settling down and becoming a parent, or maybe even both and it scared you. But you couldn't just walk away because you were weak and selfish" Emma challenged him, not willing to fall for his stupid reasoning.
Neal merely stood silently, knowing he couldn't say anything to defend himself. His initial excuse was feeble at best and she was right, he could have chosen another way, but it was inconvenient for him, so he didn't. Emma just sighed and shook her head.
She looked at him with a serious look on her face, "It doesn't matter anymore. You asked how I can forgive Regan for his deeds and not you, and the answer is simple. You knew about my issues, maybe not everything, but enough to know what your little plan would do to me. You chose people you don't even know and the word of a stranger over me and the family we were ready to become. You deliberately chose to hurt me, just to appease your own feelings," She accused, for the first time allowing the heartbreak he caused to reflect on her face.
"Regan, on the other hand, didn't hurt me on purpose. As awful as it sounds, I was collateral damage in his pursuit of revenge, and I admit that it was awful. But he gave me my son and not a day goes by where he doesn't make me feel loved and cherished. He was willing to lose it all by telling me the truth, because it was the right thing to do. That's why, given the chance, I wouldn't change anything, you know? I would live through it all a thousand times over if it meant that I would be where I am today. You see, the real difference between you two is that, if he was in your place, he would have chosen me and let the world burn to ashes just to make me happy, and that's why I can forgive him," she confessed and went for kill, not caring if it hurt him or not, "He might have been the Evil King, but Regan Mills is twice the man you could ever even hope to be," she concluded with finality.
No one said anything for a long moment. The people in the diner were astounded with everything they had learned. While happy that the curse had been broken, no one was happy with the way their savior had been treated by this man, all for his own selfish reasons. He was more like his father than he thought.
They had known that the circumstances of Henry's birth and upbringing were special, since Emma arrived in town when the boy was already four, but they never imagined it was because she had been imprisoned, under false charges no less.
Neal was about to reach to Emma when a large hand settled on his shoulder, squeezing painfully. He winced and turned to face a tall curly haired guy with a scruffy beard "I think it's time you left, Sir. You can reach to the Sheriff some other time," the former Sheriff stated in a tone that told Neal it wasn't a suggestion. With a last longing look at the blonde, he left the diner and went back to his room at the Inn.
Emma smiled at her former boss "Thank you, Graham. I didn't know how to get rid of him," she said with a thankful smile.
"No problem, Emma. Why don't you take your boy home? God knows is just a matter of time before our short-tempered Mayor finds out about this, and you'll need to do some damage control before fireballs start flying," Graham teased, though he was only half-joking. Regan was unpredictable on his best days, and no one wanted to find out how he was when truly angered.
Emma rolled her eyes but nodded, going in search for Granny and Henry. After thanking the older wolf for her assistance, she drove them to the mansion. The boy was curious about the man in the diner, and Emma did her best to distract him. She was finally able to put him down for his nap, soothing him by running her fingers through his messy locks, and it worked like a charm, just like with his father.
Emma knew her boyfriend would arrive soon, and she took the chance to sit in the living room, contemplating the earlier events while sipping a glass of Regan's 'dealing with morons' scotch.
A little while later, purple smoke filled the room before revealing Regan in all his scowling glory "You know, sometimes I wonder if I would better off hiring monkeys instead of people. I swear, I'm surrounded by incompetent fools," he ranted with a huff, marching over the bar to fix himself a drink, still mumbling to himself.
Emma merely watched him, amused as he worked himself up into a frenzy. She loved him so much and confronting Neal only reinforced that. For a while, after she started to date Regan, a part of her had feared that her past would become an issue. That after all that time, her unresolved issues with the man that abandoned her meant that maybe she wasn't completely over him and what happened.
But now, looking at her true love as he went on and on about the level of idiocy present at the mayor's office, she knew her fears were unfounded and when the words she threw at Neal at the dinner came back, she realized she meant them. She would live through anything if it meant having this wonderful man and their adorable son in her life.
She doesn't regret what happened. If given the opportunity to go back in time and prevent the curse from being cast, she wouldn't take it. Now more than ever, she was sure that Regan was her destiny. Her happy beginning, middle and ending.
The great love of her life.
She put her glass down and walked determinedly over to him, interrupting his rambles as she kissed him, pouring all her love, her desire and her absolute adoration into it. When they separated, he looked adorably confused "What was that for?" he asked, though he wasn't complaining.
Emma just chuckled "Nothing in particular, baby. I just love you so much," she whispered, kissing him again and again.
She wrapped her arms around him and used her own magic to transport them back to bed, settling on top of him and she kept kissing the life out of him. She felt his arms wrap around her, ready to flip them over, but she squirmed out of the embrace, getting a pout. She giggled "Uh-uh, I'm in charge today, big boy. You just lay there and look pretty," she teased, getting back to the task at hand.
Regan wondered what was up with her but complied, not one to deny his Princess. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the feeling of her lips on his skin and her hands on his body as she undressed him, making his heart race and his breath stutter with want.
Smut Scene Alert
Emma ran her hands and her mouth over the revealed skin as she worshiped him, making sure to convey her devotion to him through her touch. Her tongue traced his abs sensually, feeling the sculped muscles ripple in response. Her hands worked on undoing his belt, lowering the zipper of his jeans before she yanked them down roughly, briefly breaking contact while she took the offending piece of clothing.
She looked at him hungrily, once again mouthing his abdomen as she rubbed him through his underwear teasingly. He was hard for her already, straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs. She made eye contact as she traveled lower, getting rid of the last barrier between them.
He truly was a vision of virile beauty. Even if she only a few lovers before Regan, she knows that no one could measure up after him.
She held him firmly in her hand, stroking his throbbing manhood a few times before boldly taking him in her mouth, pleased with the whine coming from his lips. She wasn't ashamed to admit that she loved sucking his cock, not unlike him when it comes to using his talented mouth on her. She knew a lot of women consider blowjobs a chore, considering that most men act like they're entitled to it and are often forceful or inconsiderate. She used to be one of them, until Regan came into the picture.
Now she loved it, craved it like she did him, all the time. She loved giving him pleasure, reveled in the power she had over him, his sounds of pleasure or frustration, depending on her mood, and the expression on his face as she works him the way only she can, the feeling of him pulsing against her tongue making her confident and proud, not to mention incredibly horny.
"Emma, please," Regan pleaded, for what, he didn't know. Today felt different from all the other times. Usually, he tended to be the more dominant of the two, though Emma had no problem taking charge of him sometimes. But today, he felt like prey, waiting for the predator to pounce and the feeling left him breathless and filled with anticipation.
Emma decided to tease him, redoubling her efforts and driving him crazy with arousal. His cock throbbed as she increased her pace and sucked him harder. She could feel his thighs tremble, toned muscles becoming tense as he climbed higher and higher, nearing the edge.
Regan was so ready, groaning brokenly as the first waves of his orgasm made his blood run hot and then…
She stopped.
She fucking stopped.
He almost sobbed, he was that desperate. His brown eyes were full of betrayal as they met her own mischievous green, watching in despair as she let him go with an obscene pop and smirked evilly.
'She would have made a great evil queen' he mused, both impressed and annoyed. Her smirk widened as she left the bed and stood before him, unbuttoning her shirt to reveal lace clad breasts. It hadn't hit him until them that she was still clothed.
His hand traveled south, gripping himself firmly as he watched her undress. She raised an eyebrow at the display and he defiantly lifted his chin, stroking himself in even, measured strokes. He had no intention to get himself off like that, but if he didn't alleviate some of the pressure he would literally die. She merely chuckled and gave him a show, seducing him further.
She crawled back on the bed and smacked his hand away, straddling him and letting him feel her arousal as she ground herself against his rigid shaft, painting his skin with her slick wetness.
"Emma," he breathed, holding her hips "Mi Princesa, please don't tease me," he begged. His pitiful tone along with the slip to his native tongue broke her resolve and she nodded, lifting herself briefly and sinking back down on his cock, sighing happily as the familiar sense of fullness enveloped her.
Regan groaned again, this time in pleasure. No matter how many times they did this, it always felt amazing. Her pussy felt like heaven, her velvety walls stretching to accommodate him. She always felt tight for him, which was weird considering their enthusiastic sex drive, yet he wasn't questioning it. It worked just fine for him.
Emma settled her hands on either side of his head and rocked her hips, riding him like a prized stallion. He wasn't under any illusions; in this moment she was fucking him and not the other way around.
It was hot as hell.
"Mm, you feel so good, my King. I love riding your big, hard, wet cock," she gasped, throwing her head back as pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. She moaned loudly when she felt his mouth suck her nipples, only making her already overheated body even more charged with lust.
He gripped her hips, more to hold on rather than to control their rhythm. His magic was on overdrive, reacting to her own. Their power was tied to their emotions and hormones, the excess of it charging the room. If anyone were to step inside the room right at that moment, they would drop down to the floor in breathless heap of desire, passing out from pleasure. For them, it merely made the sex even better than it was before Emma started training her magic, a feat that was extremely welcomed.
Emma was a moaning mess above him, her own desperation making her move her hips at a frantic pace, a delicious shiver running down spine. She looked down at Regan and leaned down to kiss him, her tongue invading his mouth to seek his, while a heady mix of his cologne, sweat and his natural musky scent assaulted her senses. Each time she rocked her hips, her clit rubbed deliciously against his pelvic bone and she knew she was just about to explode.
"Cum with me, My King. I want to feel your potent seed deep inside me" She husked in his ear, wickedly appealing to his male pride. In his logic mind, he was aware that he wouldn't get her pregnant at that moment, and even if he could, it was not in their immediate plans. But Like most men, but specially one raised in such a family-oriented place as the Enchanted Forest, he was prideful and unconsciously sought to follow his natural instincts.
She didn't find it demeaning or offensive that he responded to her words. She knew he didn't think of her giving him children as her duty or some middle age nonsense like that, nor did her expect her to become a nice little housewife that took care of the house and his kids in order to appease such an outdated stereotype.
Granted, being a father was something Regan cherished above all things and he did want to give Henry a couple of siblings further down the line, but he would never seek to expand their family without properly talking to her about it. If he had even the smallest inkling that it wasn't something she truly wanted, he wouldn't force or manipulate her into it, she was sure of it.
Right now, though, logic and reason took second place to his pleasure addled mind. The moment he heard her words, he wrapped her arms around her and pulled her flush against him as he came hard with a grunt, his hips bucking involuntarily. She screamed his name over and over as her own orgasm hit her, her core clenching around him in a vice grip, prolonging their pleasure.
End Smut Scene
When it was finally over, she slumped against him ungracefully while he laid sprawled on the mattress, their sweaty bodies pressed together and their hearts beating in unison as they tried to catch their breath.
There was a moment of silence, the atmosphere becoming less charged with each passing moment.
"So…" Emma started.
"So…" he parroted, lazily resting his hands behind his head as he looked at her with a grin.
"Was it good for you?" she asked, her lips twitching as she fought to maintain the exaggerated cocky smirk on her face.
He snorted and on the next beat, they broke into uncontrollable peals of laughter. Regan's chest was rumbling under her as he guffawed without restrain and she hid her face on his neck as she did the same.
When they could look at each other without snickering, she kissed him softly as they snuggled. She pulled back a bit and traced his strong jaw with her fingers, running her thumb over his lips, smiling when he kissed the digit.
"I love you, Regan, more than you'll ever know," she murmured, nuzzling his nose. He smiled and his eyes lighted up with adoration.
"I love you too, Emma. You are my dream come true," he said back and held her close, shifting onto a more comfortable position before they drifted off together, safe in the knowledge that nothing would ever pull them apart.
No matter what.
To be continued.
So, that happened. I hope you liked how I introduced Neal into the story. I debated for a while and settled on an explosive reunion. Most stories tend to focus on Emma's worry about Henry's reaction to the truth more than her feelings. I wanted to focus on her, her thoughts and her anger, specially after experiencing for herself what true love feels like.
Next chapter is already on the works and I will have it up as soon as I can.
Thank you for reading and don't forget to leave a comment!