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Disclaimer: Mary Margaret is not being raped. She may not know of Regina's true intentions with her, but their intercourse is 100% consensual, so please stop complaining that Regina is raping Mary. I'm sorry if my writing led you to believe so, but this is not rape.

She was in too deep, Regina knew. In sinking her teeth into Mary Margaret, she managed to get herself roped in as well. It had to stop, she knew. Even as the anniversary of Daniel's death was coming, she could only boil in her hate until she was red-hot and fuming with hatred.

Mary Margaret has no idea the things Regina thought or intended. All she knew was that their relationship was complicated and Regina was always the one to show she had control. She would be the one to cancel dates, to leave before getting to the good part in their date, or leaving as soon as Mary falls asleep. She was always in control, but not like this.

Regina walked into the diner to find Mary in the farthest corner, where almost no one could see her. The judgement had died down and the gossip mill had spit them out again. Regardless, even a few more opinionated people really wanted to show their true feelings towards them.

"Hi," Mary Margaret greeted a little too cheerily for her liking. Regina nodded slightly at her then sat down. She fiddled with the ring on her finger while Mary Margaret looked through the menu, pretending to be distracted.

"How was your day," Mary asked.

"Fine."

"I didn't have any parents come in and complain to me."

"That's wonderful." Mary could tell something was off. She was unfocused, distant, and cold to her. Regina knew she deserved it, but Mary Margaret didn't have the faintest idea what was going on.

"What happened at work?"

"The usual."

"Which is…"

"Paperwork." Mary Margaret sighed softly, nearly inaudible.

"What's wrong," Regina almost demanded.

"Why are you being so weird all of a sudden."

"I'm not being weird."

"Yes you are, you seem…distracted." Mary Margaret waited for an answer, but instead got Ruby asking for their orders. She scribbled them on her notepad and left before she became the victim to Regina's burst of anger.

"Please tell me what's going on."

"Why do you deserve to know."

"Because maybe I can help you."

"No, you can't. You could never help me," she threatened in little more than a whisper. Mary Margaret recoiled in hurt, then quickly rebounded.

"Why not?"

"Because you're you, now can we talk about this later?" Mary Margaret bowed her head in defeat and nodded lightly.

Mary Margaret tried desperately to meet Regina's icy gaze that looked around the diner every few seconds, if she wouldn't. It was like someone pulled a switch in her brain, automatically building up her walls in a matter of seconds.

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Regina tugged at Mary Margaret's wrists forcefully, digging her nails into her skin. She yelped then pulled her hands back towards her body, not at all breaking their kiss. Regina has kissed Mary many times before, none of them could compare to this. She was desperately tugging at the bottom of Mary's lips, forcing her way into her mouth. She was always passionate like that, but not like this.

Regina threw her onto the couch with more force than necessary. Mary hit her head on the back of the couch, but quickly recovered in time to pull Regina down with her. She leant her head back as Regina bit her way down to Mary Margaret's clavicle and unbuttoned her flowery blouse.

"Stop for a moment," Mary ordered half-heartedly. Regina reluctantly pulled back to catch a glimpse at Mary's swollen red lips. "What are you doing?"

"I'm kissing you. What does it look like I'm doing."

"No, not that. What is this? You're not acting like yourself."

"Would that not be a welcome change, dear?"

"Well, you just seem more…eager than before."

"I thought you'd like it," she growled against her skin. She went back to digging through Mary's blouse and ripped the rest of the shirt open. The scattering buttons on the floor and Mary's panting was the only thing that could be heard in the small loft.

"Regina, we can't do this. I need to grade papers tonight and I have an early morning."

"Well then, I can make it quick." She gently pulled Mary Margaret's bra straps down her shoulders and unclasped her bra.

"I mean it, I have to be up early." Regina looked up and dramatically rolled her eyes.

"You'll be fine, dear. I'm sure you have enough turtlenecks anyway," she whispered. She couldn't bring herself to make her stop when it felt so good, so she succumbed to the darkness she was kissed by, and embraced it.

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The only thing Mary Margaret remembered when she woke up was their date. Regina had already left, but she could smell her scent on the cotton sheets.

It all came back to her when she pulled back the covers and saw her own body. Purple marks ran up and down her legs and stomach. She rushed to the mirror beside her closet and saw the extent of her evening on her ivory skin. Reddened scratches were easy to see on her back and neck and it hurt to stand up. Crescent-shaped breaks were engraved on her hip bones, and when she saw her face, makeup was smudged, and there were faint signs of dried tears on her scarlet cheeks.

Regina was never violent, except for that night. Sure she was mean, but never physically harmful to her. She rubbed at her marks and dressed in the most unrevealing clothes she owned.

The worst part of it all was she didn't mind any of it, other than hiding the marks from the already eagle-eyed residents, it was the best sex she ever remembered having. Though she wouldn't ever admit it, she liked Regina when she was dark and brooding, it scared her more when she was relatively calm and forgiving.

What she didn't think fair, was that Regina didn't have any marks on her body. Mary Margaret was always too gentle and she hoped it didn't take away from her. Not that she'd ever let Mary touch her more than a few times, but that didn't matter.

All through the day she ached. She had gotten good at keeping her soreness from her students, but it was hard when coworkers were eyeing the suspiciously positioned turtleneck or the way she walked with her legs slightly more open.

When she got to the diner after school, she was surprised to see no one gossiping about her or Regina, or even paying attention or shuffling away when they noticed her at the counter with a hot chocolate.

It was after Regina came in that they tried to ignore them.

"Hi," Mary Margaret said. Nervousness pricked her voice and shot it up about three octaves. Regina fed on her nervousness and begged for more.

"Hello, dear. How was your day?"

"Fine," she lied, tapping her fingers on the brim of her second hot chocolate. Normally she would've been healthier and asked for a water and a homemade granola bar, but Regina always made her uneasy, and when she was uneasy, she was hungry. Regina leaned in closer to her until her mouth was breathing hot air against her ear.

"Are you sure," she whispered. Mary shivered.

"No." Regina pulled back and grinned with all the pride rushing to her smile.

"Good to hear."

"May I ask, why were you so…"

"Forceful," Regina offered.

"Forceful, last night."

"Because I wanted something and I will do whatever it takes to get it."

"What was it that you wanted," Mary Margaret played along.

"You screaming my name in pain and desire." Mary Margaret stopped thrumming her fingers on the mug and took a bite of the untouched cookie sitting in front of her. Her body silently shook and quaked with the same lust Regina drained from her.

"Nervous?"

"…yes and no." Regina laughed melodically, a sound Mary never hears often, but one that still hums in her body long after.

Regina loved the power Mary handed to her immediately. This was the power she wanted in the Enchanted Forest, to be able to replace her poor Prince Charming with herself. Mary Margaret has just made it so much easier for her.

"Come back to my mansion," Regina offered sultrily. She knew Mary Margaret would perceive it as a question, but knew it was an order.

"Um, I um…sure." Regina grinned wider.

Mary Margaret has never been offered into her mansion before, the only time she's been in there was when she would storm over there and rant about Regina's unending complaints about her horrid teaching to the school board.

Regina offered an arm to her, which Mary graciously took to steady her dizzying head. Around them, small whispered sounded and people glanced in their direction, unable to take their eyes off the couple. Regina craved their attention.

Mary Margaret was excited but tense. She didn't think she could handle Regina after a second night and even more marks to possibly scar. When hey pulled up at the large white house, Mary didn't get out at first. Regina opened her door for her.

"I won't be so rough with you tonight, if you want," she assured. Mary Margaret nodded and unbuckled her seat belt.

The entryway was gorgeous. The floor in front of her was wide open and the floors reflected the light of the chandelier hanging above them. The staircase leading to the second floor wound up and around, and there were two rooms off to the side. Regina led her through the one to the left, with a leather couch in the centre and a minibar to her right. A desk was pushed up near the window and she immediately knew this was her office.

"Have a seat," Regina said,"what are you drinking?"

"Um, whatever you're having." Mary Margaret muttered. Regina poured them to glasses of bourbon and sat beside her. They both found themselves speechless.

"Can you tell me what brought on last night," Mary Margaret asked for the thousandth time.

"Quit asking me," she growled warningly. Mary Margaret ignored her angry pleas.

"It's just that you've never been like that, and I'm wanting to make sure you're…"

"I said quit it." Mary Margaret stopped rambling and took a large sip from her glass. It burned its way down her throat and she gasped faintly at the unfamiliar sensation.

"Please just tell me why you're on edge, this isn't like you."

"You know nothing about me. You need to leave."

"I was just trying to…"

"Leave." She had to stop herself from threatening Snow White with magic, and pulled her off the couch and dug her nails into the skin on her wrist and pulling her.

"Regina, let go of me." As if being controlled by a puppet, Regina let go and watched her storm out of the house. When she knew she was gone, she pulled the ring off her finger and gazed at Daniel's face.

"I will destroy her, if it is the last thing I do," she murmured to herself in her fit of rage. It was all her fault; if only it were that simple.