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Regina snapped her fingers to refill the whiskey tumbler on her coffee table before mentally cursing, forgetting that she had no use of her magic thanks to the shackle on her wrist. Leaning back into her sofa after manually pouring herself another glass, she propped her legs up on the coffee table where her drink had just been. She'd come home from the sheriff's station and slept the entire evening and night, finally feeling caught up on the hours she'd missed in jail when she woke up the next morning.
Her mood elevated greatly after a long, steamy shower and slipping into a fresh pair of silky pajamas. She'd found no point in getting dressed today. Her only plans included honey whiskey and being alone with her thoughts. Being out of her element for two days and caged like an animal by the Charming's had completely thrown her.
Nothing unsettled her more than not knowing who she should hate. Her focus had been so clearly set on James before they were locked up in such close proximity. Their time spent and conversation confused her. She still didn't like him, per se, but she didn't want to kill him as badly now. Though she'd never admit it to anyone, she was starting to believe her recent attempt to end James was an irrational decision.
Her internal struggle had consumed her, made her lash out without putting any real logic into her plans. She'd dreamed of how she could make James suffer for what he did in the Underworld, but had she chosen the wrong target for her hatred and revenge?
Even if James hadn't helped Hades, Robin still would've never agreed to leave his daughter in the Underworld. If Hades hadn't given Robin's life to James, it would have been given to someone else. Was James really to blame? Or had she just been deflecting the anger she carried over Robin's betrayal and death onto him?
Since Robin had impregnated her sister and the drama that followed with everyone in Storybrooke, Regina had never really had a moment to process his betrayal. There was never a calm time that they weren't focused on saving everyone from outside threats or the darkness where she and Robin could discuss what had happened.
Of course, in the few moments she had brought it up, Robin got very defensive. Instead of apologizing for the pain he caused her, he would flip it around, getting upset with her for not understanding why he had to 'move on' as he would say. Whether they were together or not, Robin had slept with someone else only four weeks after he'd said he chose her. All while she was making a fool of herself, begging everyone for help to get him back.
Throughout her sister's pregnancy, Regina had tried not to be bitter, not to resent Robin for sharing this experience with someone else. It was supposed to be them having a baby together, he was her soulmate. Still, she tried to be the bigger person, tried to make things right and protect him and his child from her sister. And Robin let her…hid behind her as she stood up to her sister, let her clean up the mess that he created by sleeping with someone else.
If he'd only respected what he and Regina had for a while longer by not sleeping with another. She could've found him in time, could've prevented the entire unraveling of their relationship. But he hadn't and he didn't even respect what they had enough to apologize. She'd been angry for so long but had shoved it down deep inside of her for the sake of her family and friends who needed her protection.
As she'd grown accustomed to, she suffered silently so those around her could be happy. After all, that's how she ended up in the Underworld. Putting her neck out for Emma Swan's happiness had cost her her own. And how had she been repaid? By being stripped of her dignity and right to grieve, having her magic taken from her, being feared again and locked up by the very people she'd done so much to redeem herself for.
The entire situation made her angry and bitter. Though Robin betrayed her and their relationship had lost the spark it once had, she still had grieved him. A grief that had turned her loved ones wary of her once again. They didn't trust her, had expected the Evil Queen to reappear despite all of the ways she'd proven she'd changed. She grieved a man who didn't even deserve her love while losing the loyalty of the loved ones she'd sacrificed it all for.
Perhaps she was angrier at the fact that no matter how good she was or how much good she did, bad things always happened to her. It did not matter how she chose to live her life. She could be the picture of innocence or let the Evil Queen out to play and her ending would be the same unhappy and lonesome one. Just as the heroes could do whatever they wanted, but always lived happily ever after.
"So what do you say, My Queen?" A voice startled her, pulling her from her thoughts as she glanced up quickly to see James leaning against the archway of her den. He was staring at her in a way that suggested he had been there for a few moments, reading her thoughts through the expressions on her face. "Ready to get what we deserve?"
Regina tilted her head back into the cushion of her couch to turn her gaze up at him, letting her eyes roll lazily, "What is it that we deserve, James? Have you forgotten your role in this giant story we're all in? Because I think we're getting exactly what we deserve. You need to come to terms with that."
"Fuck that," James scoffed before coming into the den, shrugging off his leather jacket to the black tshirt he wore underneath. "After all the shit you've done for these people, you're just gonna hide out and let them treat you like a villain? Take your power away?"
"What's the point in fighting?" Regina gritted her teeth, hating the fact that he was calling her out. She watched as he grabbed her bottle of whiskey, turning it up and gulping down a few shots worth of liquor before setting it back down beside her calves.
"You're the Evil Queen, you're anything but weak," He replied, sitting down on the coffee table beside of her legs, pulling out his pack of cigarettes, "I haven't changed, so maybe I don't deserve anything better than the shit I'm getting but you…you have…and I'll be damned if I sit here and watch you piss away your life feeling sorry for yourself and letting them win."
"I don't allow smoking in my house," Regina narrowed her eyes as if she weren't listening to him, watching him light the cigarette anyway, resting one of his forearms on her shin propped up on the coffee table beside him.
"Only self-pity, right?" He took a drag, holding the cigarette with his free hand as the other hung over he leg casually, bringing his fingertips up to graze the back of her thigh.
"Fuck you," She snapped at him, leaning up to take the cigarette from between his fingers, bringing it up to her lips and taking a long drag before blowing it back in his face.
He watched her for a few moments, his eyes darting back and forth between her own and her full lips, "You couldn't handle it," He smirked back at her, slowly gripping the back of her thigh where his fingers grazed just moments earlier.
She felt her heart start beating faster at the slightly evil glint appearing in his gaze, gasping softly when he jerked her forward by her leg, "What do you think you're doing?" She berated him, chest rising and falling faster as she now lay on her back on the couch, legs splayed over his lap.
"For once in your life just shut up," James stubbed his cigarette out in her drink on the table beside him, running both of his hands up the side of her thighs, draping them over his own. She propped herself up on her elbows to look at him, her face flushed and angry, as if she were daring him to touch her again.
James' eyes feasted on her body, feeling himself tightening in his jeans. Her thighs were toned and tan, her stomach muscles taught from leaning up to look at him. Her silky pajama top fell off of one shoulder, exposing the swell of her right breast. He ran a hand up her thigh and over her hip, splaying it out after slipping it under the silky top. He watched her eyes darken dangerously as he slid his hand further up her stomach and ribs, grazing over the soft mound of her breast.
He watched her chest visibly move at her intake of breath when his thumb grazed her nipple. It was already hard as he teased it, flicking his thumb over the peak, feeling his blood begin to pump south to his groin. His other hand traveled up the back of her thigh, exploring her round ass as he slid it under her shorts.
Her hips moved slightly, instinctually curling up towards him as he squeezed the flesh of her ass in his grip. She was still watching him with guarded eyes, as if she hadn't quite decided whether she was going to fuck him or kill him. Or both. He felt the way her body was betraying her, becoming confident that she'd give in as his hand left her breast, traveling back down her stomach that tensed at his touch. He looked at her with a half smirk as he ran his thumb over the apex of her thighs through her silky shorts, pressing down hard on her clit.
Regina's eyes closed instantly as she let out a whimper when he thumbed her aching bundle of nerves, making her realize how long it had been since any attention had been paid to it. The pressure of his finger felt delicious and teasing through the thin layer of silk separating it from her flesh. She lost herself for a moment as he started to move in slow circles before stopping abruptly, prompting her to look at him. When she opened her eyes she saw him smirking as if he had won their battle of the wills. It was all a game to him, getting her riled up only to see if he could make her give in.
James watched her expression turn from pleasure to rage before feeling the sting of her palm on the side of his face, making him bring his hands up to feel the claw marks she'd put into his skin. Anger was his immediate reaction, glaring at her in a sort of shock as he wiped his face and saw the smear of blood on his palm. He gripped her small wrist, squeezing it roughly as she narrowed her eyes in an attempt not to show any pain.
"Bastard," She hissed at him for not backing down to her, feeling his grip tighten on her wrist. She watched a drop of blood from one of the scratches roll down his face, heightening the eroticism of the moment. She wanted to both ravage and throttle him, maybe even at the same time. No one had ever been able to enrage her or turn her on this way before. The swirling heat inside of her caused her to act without thinking; the Queen of Control came unraveled and she couldn't seem to make it stop.
She lunged at him, attacking his lips with her own as their bodies knocked the glass and bottle of the table when their chests thudded together. He groaned into her mouth as he kissed her back with equal ferocity, bruising her lips as she struggled to free her hand from his grip. They tumbled into the floor between the couch and coffee table, hands grasping and clawing at each other in a mixture of anger and need.
He landed on top of her, pinning her hands above her as he pressed his forehead against hers for a moment tugging her bottom lip with his teeth. Regina gazed up at him with heavy lidded eyes as she jerked her hands free and scratched her nails over his back, grasping at the edge of his shirt. He allowed her to shuck it, pulling it over his arms and watching her throw it to the side. She surprised him by leaning up, running her tongue over his chest and biting down on the flesh. James let out a groan, gripping her ass and jutting his hips against her sex harder.
Regina felt him pressing against her through the jeans he had on, smirking against his skin at the realization that he was well endowed. She lifted her mouth from his chest to look back up at him, feeling his hands pulling at the silk of her top. She raised her arms as he rid her of the fabric, his eyes darkening a few shades before he lowered his head.
She moaned out loud, letting her body fall back against the floor as he devoured her breast, both of her hands coming into his hair to grip it firmly. He was rough and greedy, not afraid of hurting her like so many lovers in her past. It often frustrated her how delicately Robin would take her when sometimes all she wanted to do was fuck.
James ground his hips into hers firmly, suckling at her nipple and biting down on the flesh around it. The guttural sounds coming from Regina's throat spurred him on, driving him insane with want. Her hips writhed underneath his as he gripped her ass, holding her close against him.
"Fuck," He let one of her nipples go with a pop of his lips before paying the same attention to the other breast. Slipping two fingers under the band of her shorts, he began scooting them down over her hips, his blood pumping faster when she lifted them up to help him remove them.
Regina watched as James' muscular arms peeled the dampened fabric down her legs and couldn't help but smirk devilishly at the look on his face as he took in her naked body. It felt good to give into her primal instincts, to see that gaze of desperate need on a man's face again and know that it was caused by her. It had been years since she felt wanted enough to bring a man to that point.
"Perfect," He groaned at the way she bit her lip and spread her legs invitingly before him. Her nipples were rock hard, her sex glistening with wetness. James wanted to taste her, to bite her, suck her and lick her until she couldn't even make sound. He wasted no time as he buried his head between her thighs, earning a choked moan from the minx underneath him.
"Right there, mm...don't stop," She commanded breathlessly letting her head fall back as she gripped his hair, grinding her sex against his mouth as his tongue prodded her. She could barely recognize the sounds coming out of her as he ate her, his lips sucking her clit one moment and nipping it the next, his tongue thrusting into her and curling to hit the spot that made her burn inside.
"Of course, My Queen," He grinned, his lips brushing against her clit with the words before sucking down on it again as hard as he could, pulling and teasing the throbbing nerves. He watched her chest heave and heard a string of curse words leave her mouth before her back arched from the floor and she screamed, coating his mouth in her arousal as she came hard, hips writhing as she rode out her orgasm against his tongue.
She pushed his mouth off of her quickly by her grip of his hair, feeling so oversensitive that the touch of his tongue was almost painful. Her gaze caught his as he allowed her to hold his head up roughly by his hair before he turned it to bite down on her inner thigh, making her moan again.
"Let me fuck you," He demanded, pressing his hands against the floor as he crawled back up over her, "Look what you've done to me," He hastily undid the button on his pants, taking her hand and pushing it inside of his boxers, making her feel his girth.
She moaned as her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, her fingers curling around his thickness. She could feel him throbbing under her touch, wondering how it would feel to have him inside of her, stretching her deliciously. He was a big boy, his length impressive but his width making her mouth water. With a nudge of her whole body she pushed him over onto his back, straddling him.
He watched her naked body on top of him, hands greedily working at pulling his boxers and jeans down his legs. He saw her eyes sparkle with devious intent when he sprang to life, harder than he thought he'd ever been. She crawled back up his body in a catlike manner, hands pressing into his chest as she rolled her hips, grinding herself over his length.
"Good god, Regina," He gritted his teeth together, looking up at her with dangerously dark eyes as he gripped her bare ass. She was dripping wet, coating his entire shaft in her juices as she slid her lips over it back and forth, achingly slow, "Quit teasing, you bitch."
She gave him an evil grin, showing her perfect pearly whites. Her face was devoid of her usual makeup, making her lip scar more prominent, "Poor little Prince, are you going to blow before you even get inside of me?" She whispered near his ear after running her tongue along his jawline, pressing a hand to his chest to steady herself as she gripped his base with another hand underneath her.
"Fuck, Regina!" James groaned as she sheathed herself on him, feeling unbelievably tight and hot as he stretched her. She scratched her nails over his chest before pressing her palms against his pecks, starting to roll her hips when she'd adjusted to him. They fit together almost seamlessly, her eyes drinking in the sight of his hard body underneath her.
"This means nothing," She glared down at him rather breathlessly, one of her hands moving up to grasp his neck, applying some pressure, "Say you agree."
"You can't make me say anything," He challenged her, digging his fingers into the round of her ass as he moved her harder on him, thrusting himself underneath her hearing her breath catch.
"Say it," She growled as she rode harder, her breasts bouncing with each jerking movement of her hips. She'd soaked them both, making each movement slick and hot and harder for him not to explode too soon. Her nails dug into his neck as her grip tightened, finding it infuriating and sexy that he stood up to her like no man had before.
"Never," He hissed back at her, slamming her hips wildly as he raised further off of the floor with each thrust, making her mouth fall open despite her best effort to keep a threatening expression on her face. Her toned stomach muscles clenched with the fast rolling of her hips, her hand on his neck giving her support as the other one pressed firmly on his own taught abs.
"Come for me, Queen," James demanded, feeling her grip on his neck become tighter, making it harder for him to get a deep breath, "I want to hear you scream my name," He growled breathlessly, bringing one of his hands down to grind his thumb over her clit again.
He watched her brow furrow, perfect teeth biting down on her succulent bottom lip as her eyes closed and a loud whimper came from her mouth. He felt her muscles clench around him and contract violently, causing her back to arch as her hips jerked wildly. Her breasts thrust forwards above him and he couldn't resist lifting up to nip at one of her nipples.
"James!" She screamed as her mouth formed an o shape, her stomach contracting as she clenched his erection. Her nails dug into his neck and chest, scratching down his front deeply causing him to groan loudly as he lost control himself. The waves of her orgasm milked him as he came inside of her, hands returning to her ass to grind her slowly on him, making their pleasure last as long as he could. He smirked as she collapsed against his front with the realization that he'd just made the Queen scream his name.
She felt his labored breathing under her own chest, their bare skin hot and sticking to each other. As much as she hated anything that resembled holding each other or basking in the afterglow, she had to lay against him for a moment, face in his neck, just until she came down from the high and regained control of her body.
James ran a hand down her arm that was folded against her side, his fingers thumbing the enchanted cusp on her wrist, "Now that we've gotten each other off, should we start on this, Queen?" She heard him ask, feeling his lips curl into a wicked smile over her ear.