As Emma lay on her old bed crying, purple smoke swirled in front of her. The Evil Queen. Dressed all in black with lace, her hair in a high side ponytail with a lace head piece with blood red lips. God, why did she have to be to beautiful?! Her heart was so broken. Broken from not being able to fix the queen. Broken from being treated the way she was, when all she wanted to do was love her for who she really was on the inside, the person she saw deep down but was afraid to show it. Emma noticed the queen's eyes were bloodshot, as if she were crying. This made her concerned, yet she did not speak. She just stared at the woman then buried her head into her pillow. "Go away." she muffled.
"I need to talk to you." the queen offered as she sat on the edge of the bed.
"I have nothing to say to you. You don't need me, go find another suitor."
"I said I would find one if you did not satisfy me, but you do."
"How on God's green earth do I satisfy you? You don't let me touch you! Or kiss you!" the blonde sprung up, tears streaming down her pale face. "I cannot show you love! I cannot show you anything! You want nothing from me other than fucking me blind and me fucking you! There is no love here, Regina." she emphasized her name. "I have tried to tell you over the past few months that I have always seen the good in you, but you don't want to believe me. You're trying to fucking hard to hide who you really are. Hide your true emotions! But I see right through that bullshit. You have no right to treat me the way you did! All I did was…" love you. "See you for who you really are and I got rejected. And now…now your plaything doesn't want to play anymore. I told you if it didn't work out, I would leave. I've had enough!"
The brunette took everything the blonde said, unable to hold her tears back silent tears rolling down her cheeks. "I need to tell you something. Please…" Emma was taken aback as the queen said please. That was a first. Emma nodded for her to continue. "Emma…I was in love once. Madly in love…but my mother ripped the only person I ever loved heart out, then killed him in front of me. She forced me into a marriage with the king, who I didn't love what so ever. I then killed him myself. His daughter, Snow White, took the man I love. She told my mother about him and I. ever since then, I've gone after her, trying to kill her. Ever since then…I've been on a path of destruction. I never wanted to love again, Emma. I'd rather be alone than die of another heartbreak…I even killed my own mother in a blind rage. My father died shortly after because he caught tuberculosis. For all these years, I was alone…I had no one. I used suitors to fill the void of my emptiness. It wasn't until I met you that I started to feel something again." the queen paused for a long moment, looking down, away from the blonde. Not wanting to see the horror in her face. "Those sparks that flew when we first kissed was the spark of true love. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to believe it. I was unlovable…that's why I treated you the way that I have the past few months. I wanted to prove to you how much of a monster I can be." The brunette started sobbing. "I slept in the other room because I couldn't bare to be next to you…knowing how I hurt you. Knowing I craved your touch and kisses more than anything. Knowing you hated me. I was falling in love with you Emma." the brunette looked into bloodshot swollen eyes. Both women cried silently, the air filling with thickness of love and confessions. "I…I do love you Emma…the reason I punished you when you called me by my given name is because it reminded me of who I really was…who I used to be. I felt vulnerable…something a queen cannot be. But…I loved the way you said my name…I miss the way you feel…"
With that being said, Emma lunged at the queen, shoving her against the wall. Kissing her hard. The kiss filled with anger, love and lust. This was all she wanted…the whole time she was with the queen…this is what she wanted. She always had. She just thought the queen would never feel the same because of her cold actions. Emma tangled her hands through her perfect pony tail, messing it up, not caring. She caressed the queen with every fiber inside of her. Every emotion she had ever felt. The queen moaned in pleasure as their tongues collided, sucking one another's. Emma pulled the queen to her before pushing her on her bed, ripping her beautiful dress. The queen's eyes flared up in anger.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"Getting rid of this damn dress! You have magic, you can fix it. Now shut up and let me show you how I feel damn it!" Emma continued to shred the fabric apart and sucked on the queen's dark nipple, flicking it with her tongue. The brunette arched her back and let out a much needed release moan. God she needed this. She needed to feel the woman she loved, wanted, and desired more than anything on her. The blonde licked down the brunette's perfect body, nipping and sucking, marking the queen. Not giving a single fuck if she would be breaking the rules or not, she was expressing her feelings. Everything. Emma was letting everything out. She nipped at the queens hip so hard she actually drew blood. The queen hissed in pain, but she wanted it; she wanted to feel pain. She had never seen this side of Emma before…the brunette never realized how possessive the blonde was, but she loved it. She wanted more. As the blonde's mouth hovered over the queen's sex, she whispered, "Miss me?" then plunged her tongue and talented fingers inside her. The brunette had no time to respond, only scream in pleasure.
"FUCK! YES EMMA YES!" The brunette grabbed the blondes hair, keeping her head steady. This is how it was supposed to be. This is how love was shown…hot and passionate. The queen bucked her hips with need, how she missed Emma's tongue on her hot cunt. The blonde continued pumping hard in and out of the brunette, flicking her tongue on the queen's clit, causing her legs to wrap around her shoulders. Emma reached up and grabbed one breast at a time with her free hand, flicking and pinching each nipple. It wasn't long until Emma had the queen coming undone for her, feeling her walls clench around her fingers. How Emma longed for this once again. The brunette barley let her touch her after their first night. She got to touch her like this if she was on her knees, hands behind her back or gagged and tied up as she rode her wearing the strap on. She missed the way her silky skin felt against her.
Emma made her way up to Regina and kissed her deeply, letting her taste her sweetness. Both women hummed into the kiss. "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that." The blonde smirked. Regina smiled back and cupped Emma's cheek.
"I'm so sorry Emma…for everything…"
There was a intermediate pause before the emerald eyed beauty spoke. "Do you really love me? If so, why treat me like a slave…like a puppet?"
"I do love you Emma." her eyes watered. "I just…didn't want you to see the real me."
"Why? Because you're beautiful? Even as the Evil Queen, you're still beautiful in your own way. Regina…I have always loved you. Despite the circumstances, I have. Just when I thought I was making progress with you, you pushed me away. And I still loved you. I didn't want to admit it, but I did. I craved touching you…bathing with you…sleeping with you. I…I've missed you." the blonde cried, burying her face into the woman's neck as the brunette held her tightly against her, joining her in her sorrow.
"Oh, Emma…I've missed you too…if you only knew how I craved your touch, how I craved intimacy…I was just so afraid if I showed you the real me you would leave me. God, I've missed you so much these past few months…I'm so sorry…I hope you forgive me someday. How can I make it up to you?"
Emma looked into the chocolate orbs and thought for a moment. "I want to call you Regina. I need to touch you and you touch me…with love, not animosity. I most certainly do not want to be spanked, beaten, tied or gagged…not anytime soon anyway. You need to give me time."
"Do…do you want to come back to the castle with me?"
"I don't know…I need some time away for a while. Gather my thoughts. Maybe a few hours or days, but certainly a few hours."
Regina's eyes watered more before she broke. "Oh, Emma…I am so sorry I did this to you. Please don't leave me…I don't think I can bare it." she held on to the blonde tighter.
"I'm not going to leave you Regina, I just need some time to myself. I don't want to hurt you or harm you. The way I'm feeling right now isn't a good one…I want revenge. I want to hurt and punish you the way you did me, which isn't right. I need to clear my head."
"As we are confessing…I have to tell you something…I know about your mother…how she passed and how you grew up."
Emma's eyes widened. "H-how do you know that?"
"My mirror. I asked where you were and about your past. We barley talked about ourselves and…I was just so worried about you."
"You…you invaded my privacy! I didn't want to tell you that! I was going to tell you, but on my own time! How could you?!" Emma stood up and quickly dressed.
"Emma! No! Please!"
Once the blonde was dressed she ran her hands through her hair. "I can't believe you did that! That was personal! How would you like it if I found a way to look through your horrific past and you weren't ready to tell me?! You'd have my head for that!"
"I know, but…I just wanted to know you!"
"You could have asked!" Emma paused for a moment, she looked to the floor then to Regina. "Get out…"
"What?" the queen gasped. No…oh God please NO!
"I said get out…get out of my house." she whispered. She was on the verge of screaming, but her voice escaped her. So full of anger and betrayal.
"Please Emma! Don't do this! I'm so sorry!" the queen started to beg, weeping at the blondes feet. So unlike the Evil Queen. She didn't want to lose her, she was the only good thing in her life. "Please…don't leave me." she whispered.
It broke the blondes heart to see the woman she loved actually on her knees, begging, but she was too angry. She needed time to calm down. She wanted to hurt this woman. She was so broken hearted that she had the nerve to ask a mirror about her past instead of her. She was there the whole time, she could have asked! It wouldn't have been easy to talk about, but if Regina would have just held her, she could have. "I need time. Please...give me time. I will come to the castle when I'm ready. I promise to show up. Give me three days, and I promise I'll be there."
The regal queen slowly arose, looked Emma in the eyes with complete heart break and remorse, apologizing once more with her eyes, then disappeared. Once she was gone, Emma screamed. She looked around her old home and began thrown things on the ground, breaking everything she could put her hands on. Screaming and crying. She was so hurt and angry. No one had treated her the way Regina did, yet she was completely in love with her. Emma couldn't go with her back to the castle. It was too soon. Emma grabbed the nearest alcohol, which happened to be spiced rum and chugged the bottle, until she passed out onto her bed.
Back at the castle, Regina cried all day and night. Fearing she had lost the person she loved the most. The most since Daniel died so many years ago. How could she have prevented this? She should have listened to her heart instead of hearing her mother inside her head. Her mother was dead, why did she need her approval anymore? Love is weakness. It wasn't, and Regina knew that more than ever. She skipped dinner that evening and drank her wine until there wasn't a drop left.
"One your knees slave." the queen demanded. She tied the naked woman's hands behind her back with rope, blindfolded her and gagged her. "Hmm, now how will you please your queen like this I wonder?" the Evil Queen chuckled as she circled her lover. Emma couldn't speak, but she thought 'Nothing, I can do absolutely nothing this way.' "Oh! I know, lay on your back on the bed." Emma did as she was told. The Evil Queen strapped her down with the strap on again and began rocking on her. "Oh, yes, my pet. You feel so good." she moaned as she rolled her hips forward then up and down. Emma's breath became labored, feeling the queens movements, rocking on top of her, how she longed to touch her or see her. The queen glared down, seeing the woman's breath become erratic and smirked. "What's the matter dear?" Emma bit down on the rope in her mouth and grunted. "I can't hear you, pet. You like this? You like your queen grinding on you?" The blonde nodded urgently. The queen moaned louder as she bucked harder, as the blondes wetness grew more and more with each downward push. "Too bad you can't see me dear. It's a shame you had to say my real name instead of addressing me as your Majesty." She tweaked the blonde's nipples hard, making her yelp. "Oh, I think…I'm going to come!" the queen moaned loudly, biting back her scream until the blonde began thrusting her hips forward as fast as she could. The queen let out a loud scream as she came hard onto the strap on. Once she climaxed, she undid Emma's ties with a flick of her wrist and walked away. "Mmm, that was lovely my pet. You shall have your reward tomorrow. I'm tired now that I'm all wore out. Goodnight my pet." Emma watched the queen exit the room. Once she was gone, she threw herself on her sheets and began to cry hard and quietly.
Emma woke herself up from her tears. She sobbed into her pillow for a few moments, trying to shake herself from her nightmare. She sat up slowly, heart beating fast and hard in her chest. She rubbed her eyes, noting the bright light through her window. "Fuck!" she squinted her eyes at the clock against the wall, seeing it was noon. She huffed in frustration that she had slept that long. Emma had slept fourteen hours straight, the longest she had ever slept. It took her a few minutes to remember why she was here, then she remembered Regina sobbing on her bedroom floor, begging her not to leave her. Emma felt guilty, she needed to make things right. Regina had apologized, something that the blonde always wanted. The brunette had let her in. So what that the brunette had seen her past? She could have done it anytime while she was there, but she didn't. She waited until she was in a panicked state to look into her past. She would have done the same thing if she were being honest with herself. Emma was more upset at the fact that the queen never really asked about her past other than their first night.
When the blonde walked into the living room, she saw the shattered china and glass all over the floor. Furniture knocked over, pictures fallen off of the walls. It was a mess. The blonde sighed as began cleaning.
Back at the castle, Regina had dreamed nightmares all night, which caused her to barley get any sleep. Nightmares that had haunted her for years, but this time, she was dreaming about killing Emma. Ripping out her heart and making her love her. When Regina finally shot up out of bed, she felt like she couldn't breathe. She quickly got up, but fell to the floor. Her hung over kicked in and as she fell, her headache worsened. The queen was a pathetic mess. She lifted herself up slowly, grabbing the water pitcher and making herself a glass, chugging it down as if she were dying of thirst. The brunette was about to go check on Emma, but a heart breaking realization that she wasn't here. She was gone.