A/N: despite this episode being about Emma and the Charmings saving Regina, there isn't actually a single line of dialogue spoken between our two ladies. So I've used some artistic license: instead of David finding Regina with Greg Mendel, imagine it was Emma … Oh and the rest of the episode/season ends differently too.
Also, this is the penultimate chapter but I am so incredibly excited about my new AU fic. I'm not giving anything away but I think you're going to love it! Please follow me as an author to get alerts when I publish the first chapter … which should be tomorrow!
"DON'T MOVE!" Emma bellowed, her gun aimed straight at the man torturing Regina. He hesitated for a split second, his hand hovering over the electrical machine, before sprinting from the room.
Much as Emma wanted to follow him, she was far more concerned about the unconscious state Regina lay in on the table, her hands and wrists bound. Reaching for her police radio, she warned her parents about Greg before turning back to the brunette.
"Regina, Regina! Can you hear me?" Emma asked, leaning over the woman and checking her pulse. It was faint but beneath the sweat slicked skin, there came a steady beat.
"Everything's going to be ok, I've got you," Emma murmured as she hastily unbuckled the leather straps. As soon as Regina was free, Emma lifted the woman into her arms and headed out of the warehouse. She knew Doctor Whale would not be any use so she headed straight for the convent where she hoped she could find Mother Superior.
"What happened?" asked Blue as she came rushing down the steps to reach Emma.
"Greg Mendel and a electrical torture device," Emma said through gritted teeth. It wasn't that Regina was heavy but after carrying her for five minutes, Emma's well defined arms were starting to complain. Blue noticed this and quickly levitated Regina's body so the two of them could follow it into the church.
"Can you help her?" Emma asked as she watched Blue examine the woman now lying on the pulpit.
"Yes," Blue said. She waved her hand and a potion appeared in it. Pouring the yellow liquid into Regina's mouth, Blue cast a spell over the unconscious body which made it shimmer and shine for a moment.
Then there was nothing.
"Well?" Emma asked, moving forwards and placing her hand on Regina's arm. The skin felt a little warmer than it had before.
"She needs rest," Blue said. "But she'll be ok in an hour or two."
"Thank you," Emma breathed.
"You're welcome. Would you like me to transport her back to the Mayor's house by magic?"
"Can you transport her to Mary Margaret's? I think she needs to be around people at the moment."
"Of course," Blue smiled. "Just hold my hand and Regina's hand and think of where you want you two to be."
Emma nodded and did as she was told. She closed her eyes and focused hard on the lounge area at the loft. Magic swirled around her, clouds of blue smoke engulfing her and Regina as they were tugged away from the convent and back across Storybrooke. When Emma felt her feet touch solid ground again, she opened her eyes.
"Interesting …," she said to herself as she looked around her own bedroom at Mary Margaret's. Regina was lying on her bed. Her eyes were still closed but her skin was no longer slick with sweat and the vein in her forehead had reduced. Emma felt for her pulse again and was relieved to find it beating much stronger.
Suddenly, she heard voices from below.
"I'll be back in five minutes," Emma said to the unconscious woman before she turned and jogged down the stairs into the open plan apartment where her mother and father and just arrived home.
"Emma?" Snow said, surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"Looking after Regina," Emma said. "Greg Mendel tortured her pretty bad so I took her to Mother Superior. She's resting now but she's going to be fine."
"She's resting in your bedroom?" Snow asked, eyebrow raised.
"Well she needed to be watched over and I didn't think she'd appreciate waking up in Snow White and Prince Charming's bed," Emma defended, quickly.
"Good point," said Charming who walked in from the kitchen area.
"So what happened?" Emma asked. "Did you catch Greg?"
"Yes we did. And you were right, he was working with Tamara," Snow informed her.
"I knew it," Emma hissed. "Where are they now?"
"At the station," David explained. "Neal is keeping an eye on them. He said he needed some time to talk to Tamara too."
"And Henry?" Emma asked, glancing around to confirm her son wasn't there.
"With Ruby," David said. "We thought we'd leave it to you to tell him what had happened to Regina."
Emma nodded. "Speaking of which, I'd better go and check on her."
The blonde retreated back upstairs with a fresh glass of cool water and an apple, just in case the Mayor was peckish when she woke up.
Entering the dimly lit bedroom, Emma saw Regina was still asleep so she sat down on the bed beside her, waiting.
After ten minutes, a low groan sounded from the older woman. Emma's head snapped up from the book she was reading straight to Regina. Brown eyes slowly appeared, groggy and confused but wonderfully familiar.
"Regina!" Emma gasped. "Are you ok?"
"What happened?" the former queen croaked, looking around the room. "Where am I?"
"Greg Mendel tortured you," Emma explained, taking one of Regina's hands in her own. "But we got him. And Tamara, they were working together to destroy magic."
"And Hook?" Regina asked.
"Hook?" Emma frowned. "What about him?"
"He was the one who tricked me into wearing this bracelet," Regina said, holding up her wrist. "It blocks my magic. He made me powerless and handed me over to those two."
"Hang on," Emma said. "Let me tell my parents and they'll find him. That filthy pirate isn't getting away with this." The anger in the blonde's low voice was evident, as it was when she stomped from the room, leaving Regina alone.
The brunette looked around, taking in her surroundings. The curtains had a distasteful floral pattern on them: Snow White's doing she was sure. The wrought iron bed she was lying on however had crisp, clean white sheets and surprisingly comfortable pillows. The night stand was scattered with random items including several books, a set of handcuffs, and a photograph of Henry. Regina knew she must be in Emma Swan's bedroom. Despite her body aching all over, the brunette felt a twinge of pleasure between her legs at the thought.
"So?" Regina asked when Emma appeared minutes later.
"David's tracking him down now," she informed. "He'll find him. I promise."
"Thank you," Regina smiled, watching as Emma crossed the room and settled herself beside the brunette once more, leaning back against her pillow. "Could you also possibly take this off?" she asked, gesturing to the bracelet.
"How?" Emma asked.
"Will it."
Emma closed her eyes and focused hard. Seconds later, she felt a weight in her hands.
"Thanks," Regina said, rubbing her wrist. "So now are you going to tell me why I'm in your bedroom?"
Emma's cheeks reddened slightly as she placed the bracelet on the beside table. She was trying to avoid thinking about what that had meant herself but now Regina wanted to have a conversation about it.
"Blue magicked us here after she healed you," Emma shrugged.
"Mother Superior, the nun, magicked me into your bed?" Regina asked, enjoying the discomfort evident on Emma's face.
"Well, she told me to concentrate on where I wanted us to be. I thought I was thinking of the loft but …," Emma waved her hand to gesture her bedroom.
"Sometimes we aren't always aware of the thoughts happening at the back of our minds," Regina said softly, rolling onto her side towards Emma.
"What does that mean?" Emma asked.
"I think you know," Regina replied, looking up at the woman beside her.
Emma's eyes met Regina's, as they had on so many other occasions. But this felt different. This felt more intense. This felt more powerful. Emma looked at the beautiful face upturned towards hers. Regina's hair was spread out against her pillow, contrasting brilliantly with the white linen. Her lips were paler than usual and her eyes only held the slightest hint of make up.
"I dream," Emma began but the next words felt thick in her throat. She couldn't possibly admit to Regina how the older woman had invaded her head every night for over a year.
"What do you dream, Emma?" Regina asked. Being tortured had been the wake-up call she needed. She wasn't going to shy away from her feelings any more, certainly not now she knew Emma felt the same.
"I dream about you," Emma whispered, raising her hand to brush some hairs from Regina's cheek. Her thumb rested on the smooth skin, her fingers cupping the delicate jaw line. "Ever since the first day I met you. That night, at Granny's, you were there, in my head. You're there every night. I can't stop thinking about you Regina. Even when you were trying to kill me, to destroy my family, to take Henry from me. None of it mattered when I closed my eyes. All I saw was you, me, us."
Regina's heart beat faster as she listened to Emma's quiet confession. She smiled softly as she looked up into the beautiful, earnest eyes above her.
"Me too," Regina admitted. "The night after you chainsawed my apple tree," Emma blushed, "I dreamed about you. And every night ever since, even after I tried to put you under a sleeping curse. Even after you threatened to take our son away from me. Even the night your mother murdered mine. I couldn't stop my subconscious, I couldn't stop my heart from telling me what I really wanted."
"What's that?" Emma asked, her thumb skating softly over the skin of Regina's cheek.
"You, Emma. I want you," Regina said as she reached up to wrap her hand around Emma's neck and pull the blonde's lips to hers.
Their mouths met slowly, languidly as both women struggled to comprehend what was happening. Emma's hand slid back into brown locks, as Regina's fingers tightened, pulling Emma closer to her. Fuller lips parted slightly as the tip of a tongue skated over them, asking for entrance.
Regina gasped into the kiss as she felt Emma's tongue stroke against her own for the first time. The younger woman tasted like cinnamon as she gently slid her way around Regina's mouth before trapping Regina's bottom lip between her own and sucking gently. Regina moaned at that as she pulled the blonde closer, forcing Emma to roll on top of her on the bed.
Emma pulled back, her eyes dark with lust but also showing a hint of concern.
"Are you ok?" Emma asked, glancing down their bodies now pressed together.
"Never better," Regina promised, raising her head to meld their mouths together once more.
Reassured that the former queen was indeed ok, Emma slid her hands down to Regina's shoulders before her fingers began to trace the delicate collarbone. Needing more access, Emma began to unbutton the blood red blouse until it fell open and Regina's torso was displayed beneath her for the first time.
"Wow," she muttered as she leaned back and sat up on her knees, straddling the brunette's hips and staring reverently at the heaving chest before her. Regina's generous breasts were encased in a black lace bra, the olive skin perfect and smooth.
Regina watched as the blonde admired her. Her green eyes roved over the body beneath her in a way that made Regina feel she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
Emma's fingertips trailed from the collarbone down between Regina's breasts, stroking there softly before her hands parted, cupping one globe each. Regina gasped as she felt Emma's hands cover her already puckered nipples. Squeezing softly, Emma leaned forwards and kiss Regina again as she continued to massage the supple flesh below her.
Needing more, Regina reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. Emma pulled the lace away immediately and covered the now bare flesh with her own hands. The warmth, the sensation, the intimacy, was even more intense and Regina groaned loudly into the passionate kiss as Emma's thumbs flicked over her nipples.
Regina reached to pull Emma's black roll neck up and over her head. The kiss broke momentarily but as soon as the sweater was discarded, their lips found each other again, as if that was where they were always meant to be. Emma continued to palm Regina's breasts as the brunette unhooked her bra, allowing it to fall forwards and the straps to slide down her arms.
Reluctantly, Regina pulled her swollen lips from Emma and placed her hand gently on the blonde's chest. Emma immediately sat up, a slight frown on her forehead.
"Relax," Regina assured. "I just want to look at you."
With that, she reached to pull the dangling bra away from the perfectly sculpted body before her as she smiled up into Emma's relieved face. Regina slid her hands up Emma's slender sides, over her waist and up her ribcage until she slipped them around to cup the pert breasts, each capped with a dusky pink nipple.
"You're stunning," Regina murmured. "Even more beautiful than I dreamed."
Emma smiled, a slight blush on her cheeks at the compliment. After a moment, Regina's hands drifted south again and began to unbutton Emma's jeans. Once undone, the blonde climbed off the bed and shimmied the tight material down her legs. She then turned her attention to unzipping each of Regina's boots and pulling them off. Her hands slid up Regina's slacks until they reached the fastening. Deftly undoing them, Emma pulled the waistband down as Regina lifted her hips to help. When both women were in just their panties, Emma climbed back to her original position and kissed Regina once more.
Their nipples brushed against each other, causing Emma to gasp and Regina to moan softly. The blonde rocked slowly back and forward, her cotton covered sex pressed tight against Regina's lace thong and their nipples teasing each other.
Regina needed more. She had waited too long for this. Mustering her quickly returning strength, she wrapped one of her legs around Emma's hips and skilfully flipped the other woman over. Emma looked surprised as she landed on her back and Regina chuckled at her.
"I have many skills," she murmured as she lay a trail of open mouthed kisses down Emma's jaw and neck.
"I can't want for you to show me them," Emma said before she moaned loudly as Regina's hot mouth covered her nipple. Flickering her tongue back and forwards, the brunette relished holding the hard bud between her lips, feeling Emma's heated arousal as she settled her stomach against the blonde's sex. Once she had fully teased one breast, she switched to the other, Emma's fingers wrapped tightly in her hair as she did so.
Soon Regina was questing southwards, alternating her journey between kisses, nibbles and licks. Emma squirmed beneath her as she felt Regina shuffle her body until she was resting between Emma's spread thighs. She propped herself up on a pillow and looked down to where Regina's face gazed reverently at her panty-covered sex.
"I don't think we need these any more," Regina husked as she waved her hand and made Emma's panties vanish.
Regina groaned as she took in the sight before her combined with the heady smell of the blonde's arousal. Emma's sex was pale pink and dripping wet, her blonde curls trimmed into a small, neat triangle at the apex of her thighs. Unable to wait any longer, Regina leaned forwards and placed a delicate kiss to the swollen bundle of nerves hidden at the top. Emma bucked her hips at the contact, her whole body thrumming with want.
Regina's tongue darted out, circling Emma's clit before it skated down through thick wetness. Emma's essence exploded onto her tongue. Regina had never tasted anything quite so intoxicating. She knew she would never have her fill of the blonde. Reaching around the blonde's thighs, Regina lifted each one onto her shoulder, surrounding her head with Emma's body and burying her face in the delectable woman.
Taking a long, slow lick from Emma's entrance up to her pearl, Regina began to learn what her new lover liked. Circling her clit caused Emma's back to arch off the bed. Tonguing her hole made the fingers in Regina's hair tighten. Sucking each labia lead to a moan spilling from kiss swollen lips. And pushing the tip of her tongue inside the clenching passage resulted in Regina's name echoing around the small bedroom.
Emma writhed on the bed, her body reaching new heights of pleasure as Regina worked relentlessly. Her mouth covered her clit, sucking steadily before her tongue swiped through her folds, slurping a little as she covered her hole and probed as deep as possible with the stiffened end of her tongue. Emma tried to stay still as her orgasm raced towards her but she couldn't. Her thighs tightened around Regina's face, drawing the older woman still closer to her. Regina wrapped her arms around Emma's waist, trying to anchor the bucking hips so she could secure the sensitive bundle of nerves between her lips. She knew what would push Emma over the edge.
Taking her clit between her lips, Regina very gently nibbled the hard bundle of nerves before using the flat of her tongue to lave the intensity away. Emma cried out as the brunette repeated her move. Emma's body felt like it was on fire as Regina's teeth teased her clit followed by warming, reassuring licks. Her pleasure grew and grew each time until at last, gloriously, a scream was ripped from Emma's throat as her hips pushed impossibly further into Regina's face and she came, a warm rush of liquid coating Regina's chin as she did.
Suspended off the bed for a few seconds, Emma collapsed back to the mattress, panting heavily as Regina slowly pulled her head free from the relaxing thighs. She watched, satisfied as Emma's eyes slowly opened and gazed down her own spent body to a rather smug but doe eyed looking Regina.
The two women looked at each other until they heard footsteps thundering up the stairs.
"Emma?" came Snow's voice from just outside the door.
"Shit!" Emma exclaimed, rushing to throw the duvet the two women were lying on top of over their naked bodies as Regina scrambled up from between her legs.
Just as Snow burst through the door, Regina was sliding beneath the covers and wiping Emma's juices from her face.
"Emma are you… oh!" Snow stopped mid-sentence as she took in the two women. Their hair was awry, their exposed shoulders suggested they were both naked and Emma's face was beet red. Her breathing was still heavy and Regina's chin glistened with streaks of liquid.
"Mary Margaret, Mum, I can explain," Emma began.
"No, that's … I don't think … I'm gonna go," said Snow, whose face was almost as red as Emma's.
As soon as the door shut, Emma groaned and hid her face in the duvet whilst Regina giggled.
"Well I guess that solves the problem of how we tell your parents," Regina remarked, rolling over to place a kiss to Emma's temple and pull the blonde's body into her arms.