"You're not going anywhere, I'm afraid" said a low and cold voice.
I felt my back straightened, my whole body answering to her voice. I had not heard it in an entire year (exception made for my heated dreams). Electricity felt through my veins, whilst I felt my knees weaken. I slowly turned around to face her.
She was dressed almost the same way we were. But she wore a corset black dress, emphasising her perfect breast. Her long black coat only partially hid it. Her plain red lips were smiling at me, revealing her white teeth. And her black eyes, heavily made up, were staring right through me. Although she was smiling, I could feel her rage. I was finally in front of my worst nightmare: Regina.
Chapter 8. Temptation.
Ruby loudly scoffed. I realized why few seconds later: Belle was here, too. Just the two of them against the two of us. It felt like a written scenario. Or a very bad joke. Or both.
Belle was fixing my best friend. I knew how much the latter had to feel heartbroken. I wanted to protect her more than anything. Belle was going to hurt her… and such a wound was far worse than physical pain: it was never going away.
"Red, take the kid and leave." I authoritatively said.
I did not hear her move. I turned to her, and glared. She returned my stare, silently communicating me her fears, and reluctance. I knew she was scared to leave me alone with the both of them. But she also knew I could handle it, and we needed to protect Henry. Her eyes implored, but she understood. She grabbed Henry's hand, and left, focused on her task, and avoiding Belle's eyes. But while she passed next to Regina, she looked her right in the eyes, stopped and said:
"Harm her, and I will track you down… find you… torture you… and kill you."
Regina loudly laughed, but as Red walked to the door, she did not attempt to stop her. When they got out, I exhaled, relieved. Red and Henry would be safe. And I would easily find them afterwards… if I made it out alive. Even if I did not, Red would know what to do to go back to our place.
"Belle, bring me back the boy" Regina sadistically murmured, never breaking eye-contact with me.
"NO!" I shouted.
I tried to follow Belle to stop her, but Regina blocked me. I could not move anymore, and I felt like the student I had once been with her. Belle exited.
"You, stay here… dear" Regina purred.
I stared at her, furious. Although I couldn't help being fascinated by her. My attraction to her seemed to have increased throughout the year. But my fears for Ruby took over. And I broke her catch on me.
"I'm no longer your student, Regina."
She looked at me, amused. She raised her eyebrow.
"Too bad it did not happen before…" she teased.
"Had it happened before, you would have found reasons not to be with me anyway." I sarcastically (and bitterly) laughed.
I could not believe I was flirting with her after everything that had occurred. I hated her even more. And I hated myself deeply for wanting her so bad. I needed to change the subject, this was becoming very dangerous.
"You know Belle doesn't stand a chance against Ruby."
"And this is why you wanted to protect your friend so desperately, I suppose…" she teasingly smiled.
My eyes fixed her mouth against my will. Once again she was captivating me.
"Belle knows how to fight" she added.
Her voice was passive and deeper than usual. When I looked at her eyes, I noticed her dilated pupils. And here we were again. This was not just me affected by her presence. She looked me from head to toe, and back up again, detailing me… or my outfit. I felt the habitual yearning for her, somewhere in my lower abdomen… I was reduced to silence, and it had nothing to do with magic.
"So tell me… how did you become the Savior, Emma?"
She pronounced my name with so much sexuality in it, I almost fell to my knees and begged her to take me. Almost.
"Who said I am?" I firmly answered. I was proud of my self-control.
"I do." She smirked.
"How did you become the Evil Queen… Regina?"
I tried to imitate her as much as possible. By the way her eyes darkened, and her fists clenched, I figured it had had the desired effect. It made me sneer, although I didn't find it funny in the slightest. Quite the opposite, actually.
"An idiot called me that…" she murmured.
"Is that idiot the Savior?" I innocently asked.
"I suppose so" she smirked.
"And the Savior is me."
It was not really a question, more an affirmation. She smiled and said:
"Indeed, it is."
"What makes you so sure?"
"The way you're dressed. Your authority on Ruby. The nickname you gave me. Who else would have referred to me as a Queen?"
"I called your mother the Queen of Hearts… doesn't mean I want her."
I realized my mistake too late. Regina was loudly laughing. I cursed myself for my stupidity.
"Right. So, you truly are the Savior…"
I did not answer.
"Shall we talk about the 'wanting part'?" she innocently asked.
"We shall not, Regina. There is no wanting. There is me about to defeat you. And when it's done, I'll defeat your mother."
She remained silent for several minutes, detailing me. I had no idea what she was thinking. But as the seconds passed, I saw rage fill her eyes. She very slowly walked to me.
"Don't come any closer" I weakly warned her.
I stepped back, but my back hit the wall, just as it had done months ago, in her classroom. I could not move anymore, and didn't want to. Still silent, she kept on walking. Closer and closer. Until our bodies brushed. A shot of electricity ran throughout my whole body when her breast touched mine. My desire became overwhelming. She finally spoke, her deep voice ringing in my ears:
"No wanting, uh?"
She brought herself even closer and my head hit the wall, trying to establish distance. But her lips brushed mine and I lost it. I loudly moaned while exhaling.
"Why did you leave?" she angrily murmured, her pupils so black I could not see the brown of her eyes anymore.
"I don't know". I whispered.
And right now, I was being honest. I did not know anything anymore. I could not proceed anything besides her lips brushing mine, our noses touching, and her eyes burning my pupils.
She stepped back, enough for our lips to lose contact. Enough for me to recover… at least a little.
"Why did you leave?" she repeated.
"Because I felt as if I did not belong there"
"And it never occurred to you that maybe I had the right to know about your decision?" she asked, furious.
"You were my Professor, nothing more. You had made that perfectly clear. Especially in front of your mother. I didn't owe you anything"
Her eyes flashed, and she violently grasped my jacket, pulling me impossibly closer. Losing balance, my hands fell on the first thing I could grip: her hips. We both quivered at the contact.
"Didn't owe me anything? You flirted with me for months, we kissed, and you dare say that I was nothing more than your Professor?"
She was truly and utterly wounded. I could see it in her eyes. But so was I.
"I flirted with you? You flirted with me! We barely kissed, you had a boyfriend, and you became a dangerous psycho! I trusted you! When Ruby told me what was going on underworld, I refused to believe her. I gave you excuses. What are you doing to the deported? Where are you transferring them?"
Even though my words were harsh, I was completely crashed inside. Knowing she felt betrayed broke my heart. It was like a hidden love confession. I fell in love with the woman all over again. Unconsciously, my grip on her hips tightened… whilst hers loosened.
"Those informations are classified. I will certainly not give them to you."
"Even if I ask politely?" I teased. I had no idea where the hell was that coming from.
"You can try. Say please." She smirked.
This time I was the one to bring myself closer. And as our mouths touched, I languorously whispered:
"Please."
We both knew my pleading was not just about the war. And what had to happen, indeed happened. Our lips fully and finally met. This time, nobody interrupted us. As her tongue entered my mouth, an explosion erupted in my stomach. One of her hands grasped my hair, while the other travelled my body, not seeming to know where to land. She was everywhere. Without even realising it, my hands were acting just like hers. Moans reasoned through the house, as we finally relieved ourselves. Or tortured each other even more.
Kissing her felt like becoming a living firework. My ears were ringing with the sounds of her moans, my stomach was aching with desire and need, and my head was exploding: I could not think of anything else but her. The war, the suffering were long forgotten. She was revolutionising my entire being. I had never been kissed like this before. And I would never be kissed like that by anyone else again. The taste and the feeling of her tongue on mine were divine. I died under her hands, and she brought me directly to heaven. I didn't want to ever go back in the hell of a life without her.
I lifted her up, her legs encircling my waist, and inversed our positions. I pushed her against the wall and tightened my grips on her thighs. It made her moan even louder. It seemed that excitation had no boundaries. Every time I thought I could not be more turned on, she would prove me wrong. I violently bit her lower lip, while her nails dug into my back.
"Fuck me" she heavily breathed.
Even though she had never sounded so sexy or so desirable, these words brought me back to earth. I could not just fuck my worst enemy… how could I survive to lose her again afterwards? Plus, it can seem ridiculous, but I had no intention to fuck her… I wanted something more. Something she was obviously not ready to give me.
I released her legs, putting her back on her feet, and stepped back. I turned my back on her, as I took my head in my hands, trying to make the pain of being apart from her go away. It did not work.
"I take that as a no" she meanly said. "Look at me".
I was scared to do so. If I did, I was fairly positive I would not be able to stop from going back to kissing her senseless… and I would also probably make some very inappropriate things to her. Since I had not turned away, she magically did so. Her made-up had not falter in the slightest from our kiss. It was the only thing I could proceed, and I was oblivious to her rage.
"Second time you refuse me, my dear."
Wait what had she said?
"Second time? I'm not sure I remember the first… that said, I remember yours… where are the deported?"
"I already told you, I can't tell you… my m…"
"I asked politely, Regina!" I interrupted her.
Her eyes flashed.
"Is that the only reason why you kissed me?" her voice had never been so threatening. Of course it was not the only reason. But I could not say that, could I? So, instead, I didn't answer anything. She clenched her fists, and raised one, throwing me in the air at the other end of the house. When my back hit the wall, I heard a loud crack. But it was not coming from me. My training had been intensive enough. No risk for me to break for such a little thing. I had seen worse. I fell on my feet, and looked at the wall behind me. A large crack was forming where my body had impacted.
I had no time to proceed the risks, when I heard a noise coming from Regina. She was leaning against her wall and two tears were running down her cheeks. Without even realising it, I felt her heartbreak and it made me cry, too.
"Why did you do that? Why do you obey your mother? I thought you were a good person, Regina… I trusted you."
Her eyes hardened again.
"You have absolutely no idea of what you are talking about."
"Then explain to me. I really want to understand your reasons for being such a cold bitch." I provoked her.
I heard her magical slap more than I felt it. Yet the burning feeling stayed. The only chair in the foyer moved, as she tried to throw it at me. I blocked it, and our powers finally measured. She was trying to hit me, and I was trying to deviate the chair. Right now, it did not move. It was frozen in the air, while neither Regina nor I succeeded in defeating one another. I held my two hands up, and the chair slightly moved on its right. Regina did as well and it slightly moved to me. I knew it wasn't leading anywhere, so I transformed the chair into a parrot, hoping it would distract her. But it didn't. She simply smirked. Which distracted me greatly. The parrot was thrown at me and landed in my hands. She transformed it in a Rottweiler, and I screamed as it tried to bite me. I made him vanish.
"Fuck Regina!" I exclaimed.
She laughed out loud and bitterly said:
"Too late for that…"
She threw a fireball at me, which I froze. She tried to freeze me, and elevate me, but I broke her power within a few seconds. She disappeared and reappeared right in front of me, punching me in the face. I guess she had understood our magical powers could not be defeated. I thanked Ruby for her training in that moment.
She tried to punch me again, but I blocked her fist, and threw her on the wall, next to me. This time, I was the one in front of her. She tried to kick me, but I blocked it. Few blows were exchanged. But I didn't want to hurt her. Despite all the hatred and all the frustration, I couldn't not harm her. Exasperated, I threw my fist in the wall, next to her head. The impact made the walls tremble and crack. I understood the house was going down. I pressed myself against Regina, encircling her waist with my arms, trying to protect her. I created a sort of protecting bubble, as her hands grasped my jacket. It was not necessary, but I couldn't help burying my head in her neck, deeply smelling her, as if it was the last time – which it probably was. And as the thunder of the collapsing house reasoned in the air, I did not hear anything but her loud moan, and did not feel anything but the electricity running through our linked bodies.
I kissed her pulsing point, even though I knew I shouldn't. She did the same. Our breathings were erratic. She bit my neck and I bit back. I needed more… so much more. I jerked back from her neck and ravished her lips. The kiss was passionate, ravaging. As my right hand tightened her hair, I pulled her back just a little, licking and biting her lower lip, never breaking eye-contact with her. My other hand, grasping her thigh, was slowly and teasingly pulling up. The way she moaned was not human.
"Fuck stop" she erratically exhaled.
"Why?" I whispered, not stopping.
"Because… if you don't… stop now… don't you dare… stop… after…" she was having a really hard time trying to make sense and speak. But I understood her.
I pulled back away from her. "I'm not sure I will be able to control myself if we keep on" I apologetically smiled at her, before realising what I was saying. She's your enemy, Swan. Get it back together.
I looked around and saw the remains of the house, all around us. Regina licked her lips, cleared her throat, and ran her hand through her hair. She then exploded the protection bubble and walked away.
"Where are you going?" I screamed.
"To Belle and Ruby." She simply answered.