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Just as Regina expected, the next day Mary Margaret stormed into her office, set down the Manila folders containing her lessons, and completely surprised her by yanking her towards her by the collar of her shirt into a searing hot kiss.
"Miss Blanchard, What do you think you're doing?"
"You haven't stopped by and haven't called me."
"Well, I'm very busy." Mary Margaret remained standing in front of the woman until she had to hint to her that she needs to leave by pointing to the door. Mary Margaret sighed loudly but left.
She's never done that before, Mary Margaret has never been the aggressor. Come to think of it, she can't fathom a time when she was being kissed. Regina had a hold on her, a dangerous hold that she should extract herself from. But she can't, she hasn't had this kind of attention from anyone; she was relishing the feeling, but she would never admit it to herself.
As she walked to the school, she tried not to make eye contact with anyone, but it only made her situation worse. Acting guilty with no one suspecting anything will surely gather unwanted attention from someone. So she straightened her posture and continued walking, greeting the citizens she walks past with a faked confidence and a cracked resolve.
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Mary was readying dinner when Regina burst through the door without the decency to knock. She strode to Mary standing over a pot of boiling noodles and tugged her sharply back. Without turning her around, she unbuttoned her way up her shirt.
"Regina, what are you doing," Snow said. Regina growled into her ear and ripped the shirt off her milky white shoulders. Mary whimpered lightly.
"I thought you said you were busy."
"Shut up and turn around."
They had found themselves on her couch, Regina getting up and Mary running her hands through her hair nervously.
Thankfully, before tangling themselves up, Mary removed the noodles from the heat. They were long past the ideal temperature. Steadying her breathing, Mary Margaret collected her clothes. Regina went over to her pot of pasta and popped a noodle into her mouth.
"Needs sauce," she muttered.
"I've got some." Snow pulled out a container of pre-made sauce and put it in the microwave. Regina sat on her counter beside the sink and Mary sat behind her on a stool. They ate their cold dinner let the silence consume them.
"What is this?" Snow broke the silence like a dagger to a rubber band stretched thin. "What is it?"
"Honestly, a relationship, if you want it to," Regina said, turning around to Snow and the small hurt in her ecstatic green eyes.
"You said you didn't want one, a relationship."
"Yes, well, things change, dear," Regina said guilefully. Mary was wrong to ignore the nagging feeling that ate at her when Regina spoke mysteriously, time will certainly tell.
"We still need to be a little secretive, I have a reputation to hold with my kids."
"What?"
"Well, I can't exactly parade around with you on my arm, I don't want any of the kids in my class to know I'm dating a woman. It certainly won't look good to parents."
"We don't have to hide it," Regina said in a lower tone than she expected,"we just won't flaunt it,"
"But-"
"-it won't hurt your reputation, I promise. I understand, I'm sure there will be some parents that aren't open to their children being subject to a relationship such as ours, but I'm sure they'll get over it." Mary thought then nodded.
"Okay." Mary grabbed her hand from across the table and Regina pulled away slightly. Regina climbed off the counter and was heading for the door.
"Do you want to stay over," Mary Margaret asked.
"School day tomorrow, remember?"
"Right. Goodnight." Regina didn't respond and left her plate of half eaten pasta on the counter.
She erases everything I've ever known, Mary Margaret thought. Takes away the smallest sliver of power she has, but it's there, except when Regina is around. She towers over her and makes her head spin and her blood pound and it's dizzying, it's terrifying, it's so easy to get lost in the tormenting splendour of it all, the icy heat, the horrible, terrible, gratifying, resplendent idea of her torturing, dreadful love. It was awfully magnificent.
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She was softening. This can't happen. The entire point of her schemes was to be stoic in the face of Mary's wounded, tormented soul shattered as she breaks out in tears when she repeatedly hurts her. Now, she's enjoying a picnic in the woods with her. It was all for show, she thought. Soon I will get what I want when she is isolated from her friends and begging for me to stop.
They were more public now that Mary was manipulated into doing so. At least Regina likes to think she was manipulated. Everyone avoided them both like the plague and gave the most menacing of glares. You'd think a kingdom of werewolves and dwarves could get over a little homophobia, Regina thought.
She knew it broke Mary's heart, being tossed aside when she finally found something she wanted, but she thought she was good at hiding it. She didn't want to have their date in town, for the fear of being confronted, so they found a spot as isolated as this town could allow.
She had packed snacks, but didn't feel like eating. Instead, she sat daydreaming on their picnic blanket looking at the trees above them both.
"I can't believe people could just cast us aside like that," Mary murmured.
"It'll be fine. They'll get over their petty homophobia and realize that we're happy. If not, then they'll just have to turn their heads when they see us." Mary turned her head and smiled.
"Yes. At least we're happy. I hope they will, get over it." Regina almost laughed and said that she hoped they all hated her, but swallowed her protest.
"We should go back," Regina whispered.
"Not just yet," Mary Margaret whispered. She crawled across the blanket on all fours and pulled Regina by her collar.
"No, I'm not having sex on the dirt, outside."
"We're on a blanket," Mary Margaret whispered. Regina crossed her arms and stood up.
"C'mon, how about in the car."
"That's almost as bad."
"Then when?"
"Well, you could drive me back to your loft." Mary Margaret nodded and climbed into her station wagon. She drove them to the loft and had struggled to unlock her door with Regina pressing up against her back, whispering.
"You're mine." Snow almost shivered, but her desire replaced the cold shiver through her nerves with a burning heat pooling in her belly.
She was breathing heavily when they finally burst through the door and Mary was slammed into the door with such force that it took more air out of her lungs.
"I'm yours," Mary Margaret breathed into Regina's ear, then sucked her earlobe lightly. Regina tried biting back a moan, but it escaped through her teeth. Mary bit her lip and pulled back to let Regina kiss her with a white-hot passion that burns through her tongue and scathes her heart.
They didn't make it to the bed again. Instead, Regina took Snow against the door, and the wall.
Snow was fixing Regina a cup of coffee while she sat on the couch looking around.
"You're apartment is very…humble," she uttered when she sat down next to her and handed her a mug.
"Well, not everyone lives in a mansion." It was true, but her words still made her blood boil. Anything that came out of Mary Margaret's mouth made her blood boil.
It was hard not to refer to Mary Margaret as Snow, despite their personalities being so different, thanks to my curse. But sometimes, little pieces of Snow would break through for a moment without the other woman knowing, but her stubbornness was always short lived.
Once Mary was settled, she inched closer to Regina, little by little, until she was nestled into her shoulder and had her arms around her waist. Immediately, Regina got up.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I just…I was cold"
"Sorry, I was j-" Regina found herself without words again once Mary clung to her. She was softening, most definitely. She would surely fix that, before things got out of hand. As mother always said, love is weakness.
Slowly, she snaked her arms around her in return and Mary Margaret hugged her tighter. Making sure the woman wasn't looking, she smiled softly.
That was the first time her heart got a little less darker and her soul a little less cold and bitter.
