What the actual fuck?
Emma couldn't wrap her head around what had happened. It didn't make any sense how quickly her and Regina went from zero to a hundred when they were together. At least, it didn't make sense on Regina's part.
Emma groaned and rolled over onto her back, messing up her sheets. Her body was still buzzing and there was a steady throb building between her thighs, aching for attention.
I won't do it.
Unbidden, her fingertips traced the exposed skin between her tank top and her boy shorts.
I'm not gonna do this. I need to find a better way to deal with this.
Her other hand grazed her stomach as it traveled upwards between her breasts to hold her throat. She remembered the fierce look in the mayor's eyes, the way her body had pinned her against the wall...
Fuck it. I'll find a better way tomorrow.
Now resolute in her decision, Emma's lower hand dipped into the waistband of her underwear. She shuddered as her fingertips discovered heat and she realized she'd been wet since leaving the mausoleum.
She'd been so close...
Her imagination brought her back to that moment: being pinned and helpless against the queen's wrath.
In her mind's eye those ruby lips smirked at her knowingly.
"My, my, Emma. You seem... excited. Do you like this? Do you like being at my mercy?"
Emma groaned as she cupped herself, pretending it was Regina's deceptively strong thigh pressed between her legs.
"What shall I do with you?"
The hand at her throat tightened threateningly.
"You still think you can disobey me without being...punished."
Regina's lips wrapped around the word, coating it in sin and desire.
"I admire your spunk, Miss Swan. You are the only person who has challenged me in a long while... But you need to learn your place."
The queen's free hand slithered down her front, easily bypassing her tight jeans and smirking at the wetness she found there.
"Oh, I'm going to have so much fun breaking you."
Emma groaned as her fingers swirled around her clit, hips arching off the bed. It wasn't gonna take long, not when she was this close.
"Already, my dear? I haven't even tasted you,
"Emma!!"
The fantasy shattered and Emma desperately tried to cover herself in her twisted sheets as her mother's worried figure appeared in her doorway.
"Emma! Are you alright? I heard noises."
"Uh, yeah! Yeah, I'm good. Just...having a nightmare."
She was glad her mother hadn't turned on the light because she knew she was probably an unhealthy shade of red.
"Oh, honey. Do you want to talk about it? You know I'm here if you need me."
"Y'know, I really appreciate that but I'm good right now."
Mary Margaret sighed, leaning wistfully on the doorframe. She couldn't believe how many nightmares she'd missed while her little princess grew up without her.
"Alright, sweetie. Try and get some rest."
Emma smiled reassuringly until the door clicked closed. Then she grabbed the nearest pillow and screamed into it.
I need my own place...