Chapter 1: Before the Fall
Emma slams Regina's wrists against the wall. The cheap paint cracks, flicks of white dusting down onto their hair.
Why did Regina choose the cheapest possible motel? Most would presume the regal Madame Mayor would only deign for the very height of luxury and yet, here they were. In this sad excuse of a roadside motel just 30 minutes from Storybrooke.
Was it because Regina was ashamed of them, of their son finding out?
That he'll walk into the master bedroom one morning and see them sharing his adoptive mother's bed?
Regina must despise it, to have Emma, righteous and naïve. Someone that embodies the very love she attempted to destroy being the one to bring her cresting over the precipice of pleasure.
Emma's free hand glides down the rise of Regina's ribs and the curve of her hip, skimming along the waistband of the skirt before flicking at the clasp to leave her in standing in a lacy pair of panties.
"Tell me you want this." Emma crushes her bittersweet smile against Regina's lips, pretending to swallow an answer the other woman would never provide.
If this was the only way she could have Regina then she'll settle for it, and Regina knew it too.
Regina's hands release their grip on Emma's shoulder and slides down the blonde's collar bones. She takes a moment to cup Emma's chest, her thumb flicking roughly over a hardening nipple.
She lets her nails scrape along Emma's toned abdomen before unbuttoning those impossibly tight pair of jeans; she presses her fingers rather cruelly against Emma's core.
Emma bucks and would bet her life on Regina being just as intoxicated by them together. Regina was the kind of bitch to bask in how easily she could unravel Emma.
Another lover would've teased with sweet nothings, but Regina isn't like any of her previous bedfellows.
"Someone's excited, aren't they?" Regina purrs in a particularly malicious tone. It's said with judgement, said in a way that Emma knows she should feel shame for her body's reactions.
The whole situation is so fucked up, she's sure she's splotchy red with rage and anguish.
Emma wants the façade to continue, wants this hate to blossom into something substantial.
Something that was healthy.
Where their fervent touches evolve into something that could be witnessed in daylight. With PG-13 dialogue and secretive hand holdings. They could take their son to the movies, where they tease and kid without malice.
But Emma isn't delusional; she knows she isn't in a fairy tale and there's no such thing as happy endings.
At least not the kind of happy ending that lasts beyond the bedroom.
"You're a real motherfucker, Regina Mills." It's disappointing how little Regina wants to do with her. Maybe it's karma for her lack of feeling for the faceless lovers of her youth. Maybe that's why Emma insists on this senseless heartache.
"Well, you're first in line for that position once I get you off." Regina twists her hand just so.
Regina smirks when Emma twitches, not giving her pause as she begins anew. She's pumping her fingers in and out in a breakneck pace while Emma does her damnest not to mewl. She was never one to be quiet in bed, but no one has managed to play her quite like Regina.
After their first session together, just one smug look had made Emma withhold her voice.
She refuses to let it betray her secrets; expose the extent of her pleasure just for Regina's ridicule.
Emma's petty like this and silly if she truly thought on it. She's not getting to truly indulge in the euphoria of Regina's attention. She's all fucked up, intent on remaining silent as death as she cums.
Emma strains off the bed and tucks her face into the crook of Regina's overheated neck; she can hear their hearts pounding to a synched beat. She bites into Regina's shoulder to muffle her own scream and manages to gain a throaty groan from her partner. She still has her arms locked around the other woman's nape when Regina starts to pull away.
"That's quite enough, Ms. Swan." Regina's voice holds no room for argument as she wipes her fingers on the motel duvet. "Now if you don't mind."
Regina slides her body off Emma's sticky and overexerted one, she watches with some disdain as Emma takes far too long to settle down.
All the same, she opens her legs willingly when Emma situates herself between them.