Disclaimer: I only own the mistakes.
(I'll try to correct the previous chapters as soon as I have time)
This is not as miserably long as the others, but it kinda didn't take too long, so let's look at the bright side here.
[About Regina's denial, Laura, unfortunately I'm trying to keep it as closer to her character as possible, you know? And if this relationship would actually happen, I hardly doubt Regina would simply embrace it before using every excuse form her arsenal. And then some more.
Milla, hahaha, Regina com certeza tá numa sinuca de bico, coitada.
And thanks, ello2, I tagged humor as well. ;] And of course, she just had to sell their story, an Oscar-worthy performance of her. And to make Hook miserable even when he already has his eyes on someone else, but well...]
Thanks for the reviews and following and all that, guys. And I'll see you soon, hopefully. xo
"Ooaf!" That was the first unladylike noise that came out of her mouth. And it was followed by a litany of furious cussing as soon as a head made contact with her chest and knocked the air out of her. "Fucking Christ!"
Her anger suddenly disappeared as soon as she reminded herself of the owner of said head and heard a displeased grunt coming out of the said owner's mouth.
Only Regina would manage to silently reprimand her choice of vocabulary after she was almost knocked out cold by her hard head.
Emma couldn't say she was surprised with the brunette's response, though she was physically incapable of not running her hands through the woman's back to check for injuries.
(And after she grouped the former Evil Queen like a horny teenager, she couldn't fucking believe why she was making excuses for her behavior either.)
"What the hell?!" Hook's booming voice was a wake-up call as good as any (no, not really) and she was forced to stop her mind (and hands) from wandering around curvy breasts, tan skin, wicked mouth, a very demanding tongue and an ass that most definitely-
"Are you okay, Emma?" It was a whisper. A sexy whisper coming from the object of her affections – and sex daydreams – that had her blinking like a moron.
Fucking smooth, Swan!
"Yeah, I guess." She said as soon as she opened her eyes and stared at those pools of melted chocolate that she could spend the rest of her mundane life swimming and never get tired- "And what about you?" Emma chose to ask before Regina's stare turned anymore analytical – and somehow worried, she'll save that for a rainy day – because it was pretty plain written in her dark eyes that she didn't believe the blonde's answer.
And maybe she was right not to.
After all, Emma could have suffered a concussion after that nasty fall.
Or maybe Regina just destroyed all her brain cells after that make out session that left her breathless, horny and a step from jumping her kid's birth mother.
Why in hell she didn't try that fucking sooner?
Jesus! That woman was sex on legs!
(On legs, breasts, smart mouth, a motherfucking ass, that cunning face that could leave the blonde penniless with a stare on a normal day-)
"I suppose I am okay." And oh lord! That fucking sexy voice! God! That woman was a sin! A delicious one that had the ability to make her sappy, mushy, needy, fucking dripping and- "Are you sure you are okay, Emma?"
There had to be laws against that fucking breathless moan of her name because it was simply a crime!
That's it, Regina was a criminal and should be behind bars! And only a sheriff as good as the savior could be trusted with such dangerous duty to teach that fucking woman a lesson-
Oh fuck that!
Regina was hovering above her, only a breath away with a wicked smirk on her just indescribably beautiful face and that thing with the raised eyebrow? That was the last straw.
So she kissed her. Roughly. Just like they were doing few minutes before when she was being backed against cell bars (a pretty fucking change of her fantasies, if she could say. When she dreamed about it, and boy she did!, it was always the other way around; at the very least, on her daydream she was the one in charge) before she found herself laying underneath her for whatever reason that meant shit.
"For the love of fucking God, not again!" She heard that noise very, very far away… It sounded like Hook. Or Louis Armstrong.
Who cares?! When she was being pinned down by one Regina Mills, nothing else mattered.
(But she should have thought about that change of positions, surely. You know, from the standing to lying down one. And she would, any other time. Because that was what she did as a sheriff of a creepy town full of magical hateful fuckers making death threats, always ordering crazy revenges and with a knack for erasing their shit with spells.
Her job as sheriff included having to analyze stuff and read dog's thoughts, save people from supernatural bullshit and bicker with an evil delicious sorcerer about bat shit things as learning to cook a proper meal because 'Miss Swan, Henry needs to eat enough vegetables in order to have a normal and healthy teenage life and grown decently for his age, so you better make him do it because if something happens to him after you and your disastrous taste for trash that'll clog your arteries in no time came to wreck every effort I put to keep him happily fed with food that won't make him roll like a ball before he hits puberty, I'll be sure to make you pay for it. And I'll enjoy every second of your torture.' Or something like that. The blonde couldn't be sure because she was always staring at the impossible brunette's lips or eyes the whole time so that was that. Though it was totally Regina to bicker about something as meaningless as the menu when they went to family outings at Granny's.
Whatever! The point was simple, she should have spared a thought or two about the fact that, due to the gravity laws, the bitchy woman was, as regally as only one Regina Mills could ever manage, sprawled on top of her right after they were standing!
Not that standing would be right choice of words either. More like she was pressed against hard bars with Regina's hot as motherfucking hell form molding her body like they were one. And now they were grouping on the floor for whatever reason. Which was pretty disturbing in every way.)
Yeah, but the woman was deliciously moaning on top of her and fuck if she cared about shitty details.
Not when she had one hand inside that luscious black hair, the other was squeezing the brunette's wicked ass (and now she knew she was an ass girl. Though Regina's boobs deserved an Oscar as well. Christ! It was simply impossible to choose between them!) and their legs were wrapped around each other.
"Lord in heavens! This is outrageous! How can you deal with them?"
How come could she really focus on anything else?
And the maddening woman had her tongue deep inside her mouth and manicured nails scratching her front with abandon.
(There was no denying she would be able to play tic-tac-toe with the amount of marks Regina will most definitely leave on her body. Not that she cared in the slightest.)
But the worst of all were the breathless husky moans that made her question the possibility of cumming on her pants without losing a piece of clothing.
"Honestly, I have no idea…"
It was an impossible feat in her history of sexual encounters so far, but Emma learned to never bet against Regina.
"Jesus, please!" And she was never a religious person – how could she when she had such a crappy life? Most of it thanks to brunette tonguing the sanity off her mind, but screw the details! – though it looked like the evil brunette was bringing the best outta her.
(What a fuck up!)
"Mmn…" There was that little humming noise Regina made every time she was too invested on something else to make a proper comment.
And it was beautiful.
(Emma was used to it and she was damn proud to say she could pinpoint what the brunette meant with every hum she made.
From being tired of dealing with idiots – that usually happens every time her parents are nearby; when Mary Margaret starts to talk; when some peasant dares to make some silly threats or when the town's shrink tries to talk her out of evil plans or give the woman a lesson on the benefits of being good.
Though it was still somehow more used with her Charming family after all. If Neverland was anything to go by.
There were the mad hums that went with a grimace and sounded a lot like a dismissive growl but weren't exactly. Different from Emma, Regina was way too proper to make such sounds. Well, only when the blonde screwed her over, that is. She growled alright those two times.
And last, but not least, those ones she was making just now. They were almost content with a note of need to let the former sheriff know she was really enjoying herself immersed deep inside her mouth.
Those were her favorites so far.)
"Do you have any idea how much I want you?" Emma rolled them around before pulling dark hair to groan on her ear in abandon and diving to kiss a delicious neck.
But suddenly, she desperately needed to see her.
And Regina looked at her with a face that knocked the air off her lungs again. There was nothing and no one as beautiful as that uptight woman in the world. In any world, or realm or land or whatever the fuck those freakazoids called it.
With her hair all messed up and her luscious red lipstick smeared all over her lips (the blonde was absolutely sure her own mouth was looking like a crazy mix between The Joker and Ronald McDonald after a gangue fight in a dark alley from Regina's kisses), her wandering dark eyes even darker with uncontained lust and shinning white teeth slightly biting her lower lip in an elegant show of desire.
It was a mystery how people could admire Mona Lisa. Probably because they never met this goddess of a woman. It was maddening how gorgeous her son's other mother was.
A walking work of art.
"No, but perhaps you could show me exactly how much you want me, Miss Swan." The sinner said and bit her earlobe just because she fucking could.
The blonde growled like an animal in response. Oh how she would love to show her that. In fact, she even planned to so, in every little aspect to leave no room for misunderstanding. Staring with a lick on that delicious neck and then going down that beautiful collarbone to kiss every inch of skin she could find before she went down-
"Fuck!" Or so was the plan hadn't she felt something coming in contact with the back of her head.
Hard.
"About fucking time!" Was shouted.
"What the fuck?" She asked in barely contained rage as she opened her eyes and massaged her scalp. That fucking hurt!
Turning to inspect what in hell almost killed her, she saw a dirty combat boot that could only belong to the son of a bitch of a pirate and jumped to her feet, ready to beat the motherfucker into a coma.
(However, looking at Regina's confused and red face, she helped the woman up with a hand and a shy smile before glaring daggers at the fucker. She had manners and the brunette was much more important than the nasty pirate, anyway.)
So, with less than civil intentions in mind, she turned around and was greeted by a very odd sight.
Impossible would be the right word.
"Oh thank God! Now can you please help us out of this shit and have sex later?" Hook's stupid comment was hardly registered by her because she was staring in complete shock at a confused Regina.
(That time it had nothing to do with their earlier activities or the other woman's sexy aura. Unfortunately.)
"What are we doing outside the dungeon's cell?" She asked mostly to Regina, but, by the looks of it, the woman was stunned into silence.
How did that happen?!
"Glad to see you're back to your simple minded self, Miss Swan, but could please put your slow brain to work and get us out of here as well?" Jesus Christ! If she didn't need this fucking whore to give birth to Regina, that woman would six feet under already.
What a bitch!
She would love to punch some civility inside that witch's thick skull, but then Regina turned to her as whispered with confusion.
"What happened?"
She deflated and gave the brunette a worrying little smile. Fuck her if she knew.
"Well, after your unnecessary and quite obtuse grouping session, you two, somehow, fell free from the cell bars. I'm sure you would have noticed a lot sooner hadn't you decided to ram into each other like rhinoceros's in mating season again." Of course that was Cora being as subtle as a kick to the dick and Emma couldn't help but hatefully glare her way.
And when she suspected Regina would be blushing and apologizing, the brunette surprised her yet again by ignoring her deranged mother entirely and turning to look at her face again.
(Take that, old cow!)
Emma's insightful response was a simple eyebrow waggle that had the brunette smirking and narrowing her chocolate eyes.
(And goddamnit if that wasn't one of the sexiest things she ever saw.)
Before she could point the fact that yes, they were free to get out of that creepy place to find something more suitable to the things she had in mind, the useless pirate interjected.
How she hated that fucking idiot!
"Hey, can you two please set us free now?" He asked in despair. Good, he deserved every bit of it.
Maybe the two of them should just take the kid and run the hell away out of this mess. They could try to go back to their time without the asshole stopping every attempt to drink or talk shit. And even if they couldn't get back to Storybrooke… Maybe they could be happy here, just the three of them.
Right?
Henry would have his two moms and they would have each other. Of course, they would have to pay the price of never seeing anyone back from Storybrooke – though she highly doubt Regina would be sad by that. And her parents, Emma wouldn't see them again, too.
But well, she lived her whole life without them, it wouldn't be-
"I'm not going to break anyone free, Hook." Regina said with finality.
Wait a minute, what?
"What?!" Hook's yell could have raised the dead back if that was possible and she glared at him.
(Maybe it was possible to bring dead people back and it was better to be safe then sorry. From all supernatural crap that could happen to her, Emma was endlessly disgusted by zombies. No need to test the veracity of that shit.)
"Oh, of course you won't! You will just gallop out of here with your love-sick puppy, take your son and leave us to root in here. Why am I surprised?" Cora seethed some more and Emma was suddenly glad that crazy demon was behind the bars.
It was never too late to have a little justice.
By her side, Regina looked truly saddened by the fact that the whore would think so low of her – or so Emma assumed. And the blonde almost told Regina that it wasn't her fault, her manipulative and heartless mother simply couldn't think high of anyone.
"No, Cora, you are not getting out and we are not leaving." Regina stated with crossed arms and a diminutive glare in a stance that screamed no bullshit and for that Emma was proud. But she still failed to understand why in hell they wouldn't leave.
The creepy bitch looked surprised for a second before arching an eyebrow. And the pirate was still looking at Regina as if she just dropped from the sky.
Said brunette sighed.
"And why won't you?" The whore asked with doubt written all over her face.
No, Prison Break had nothing on them.
(Not that she could disagree with that question.)
"Our son asked me to wait to be released and that's what we are going to do." She put so much strength on that sentence that everyone was quiet for a while.
(And hearing Regina calling the brat their son filled Emma with a silly sense of belonging she really never felt before. She was probably grinning like a fool, but fuck if she cared!)
Cora stared at them in incredulity and something that would resemble respect if that bitch was capable of feeling anything for anyone but herself.
Hook looked stunned and betrayed as if Regina just said she was about to flee away from that fuckery and leave them behind.
(Which they should.)
And Emma felt her face splitting in a crazy smile at the brunette like a lunatic for no apparent reason other than being a creeper with a crush.
(Seriously, what in hell was her problem?)
But then the former Evil Queen gave her a tentative smile and everything else just faded away.
Her less than ideal company; being stuck back in the past because motherfucker Zelena had mommy issues; willingly to stay outside the bars of a dungeon when they could simply run away after being accused of a nasty crime she never committed because a pervert blondie kid had a fucking crush on her wife and having to deal with disgusting Hook and Cora mocking her very existence…
Nothing else mattered because Regina still had her eyes locked on her face with a crescent smile on her lips.
Ugh! She needed to kiss her!
"What are you-" The infuriating woman started to ask but stopped her sentence as soon as Emma had her arms locked on her waist and her face a breath away from hers.
That would never get old!
"I'm going to kiss you now." She said because it was only polite. And there was no way in hell she would ever do something without Regina's agreement.
(Even cooking Henry's meals was Regina-proofed after the long-winded speech she didn't pay that much attention because she way lost daydreaming with that delicious red mouth on hers.
And take the moment to know that she absolutely despised healthy food!
So she wouldn't start to do it now.)
"Okay." Was the breathed response before she rested her palm on the woman's soft and stunning face and kissed her like hell was about to break loose.
"Fucking hell, not again!"
And it was, one way or another.
Henry was grinning to himself. Yes, he was happy, thank you very much!
Not that he particularly liked the sight of his mothers making out like it was the last day to live.
He made a face.
No, he didn't need to see that.
Still, if he just erased that mentally damaging image from his innocent brain and focused on the bigger picture; like how dandy his masterpiece of a plan was going on, all in all, it was a good day.
(Apparently not for the guard who was limping and cussing under his breath, but well, nothing's perfect.)
And he didn't plan to have his moms, Hook and grandmamma locked in the dungeon, but it wasn't so bad. Like it brought his mothers together – that was very, very important to his plan.
In fact, that was his plan! To have mom and Ma dating and being a normal family (well, as normal as they could get with their history) with dinners and movie nights and vacations and saving the world for big bad guys and bringing back more happy endings-
Okay, he got sidetracked.
Still, the rough part was seeing that their True Love's kiss didn't bring them back to Storybrooke. Which led him to a very horrifying insight: was he wrong in assuming his moms were meant to be?
Maybe he was way too focused on having his family back that he failed to see the signs.
Maybe Robin Hood was it for mom.
(Nah, it couldn't be. His brunette mom deserved way better than that guy. Not that he was bad or creepy or something like that. The thief was just… Spineless. He couldn't protect his mom's heart and Henry was sure as hell the man couldn't even put up a good fight against anyone. And that was a very important trait because there was no time to breathe in Storybrooke with the amount of crazies coming to wreck havoc and swear revenge.)
Not that Emma was any better than him, of course.
Sure, she was his birth mom but thinking wasn't one of her long lost virtues. Though she wasn't a coward in any way – maybe emotionally wise – and she was the savior. She also had magic even when she didn't know what to do with it. She also wouldn't win the award of Knight of the Year because her skills with a sword were laughable at best.
(Save for that time she stole a guard's sword to protect his mom and almost impaled the King with it, if not for some other men. That was pretty dope!)
She couldn't ride a horse to save the world.
Better yet, Henry was sure the apocalypse would happen before she went near a horse.
But still, there was no denying Emma was in love with his mom. Disgustingly so. All the signs were there. The jealousy (that not even an eight year-old girl could escape from), the care, the attraction... Everything.
And his blonde mom stared at Regina as if she was the sun and moon. Only a blind person couldn't see that.
(Or two blind people: Regina and Emma herself.)
Then there was Regina… She was a little harder to read than Emma (in fact, English was harder to read than Emma; let's just say his birth mom was pretty obvious). But still, she kissed Emma! And after everything he saw, she enjoyed it!
So yeah, she might like the blonde to some extent. Maybe she just wasn't in love with his Ma like the other way around.
But again, why would she suck a death curse to save his Ma? And why would she give Emma her memories with him if she didn't care about her?
Also, she was always staring at his Ma (not as much as his creeper of a birth mother was, of course; no one could stare at another person for so long and so thoroughly without having to face a restraining order); she protected the blonde when she could and was even enduring Emma through long periods to teach her magic!
Not to forget the thing about being jealous of Hook and Walsh, when she went out of her way to learn more about his Ma's engagement and all that. Only to sneer like a mad woman and remind his Ma of her flying furry boyfriend every chance she got.
Whatever! There was no denying it! He knew they felt something for each other.
So what now?
Now he would need to scheme another plan to get them out of here seeing that True Love's kiss was out of the way.
But what?
If True Love wasn't the answer then what could ever-
"Peter, there you are!" Before he finished his line of thought, Elsa was in front of him beaming a lovely smile. It took him some seconds (and a grimace from the blonde girl) to come back to his senses that she was talking to him. He was Peter. "What's wrong? Are your moms okay?"
Was he really that deep in thought that he walked all the way back to the girls' playground without even knowing?
Never mind.
"Yeah, they are okay, thank you. I guess I'm just kinda tired after everything, you know?" His lies were falling quickly from his tongue and he gave her an awkward smile. Elsa just nodded her head in understanding, even when she had no freaking idea about what was going inside his head. "And anyway, I would like to thank you for defending my moms to your dad, Elsa. That was pretty cool." He said and he meant it.
"It was nothing." The girl replied in a whisper with an embarrassed smile at her feet.
Henry grinned at her.
"It meant everything to me." And yes, losing his cuckoo-crazy mothers over Emma's last show of jealousy would destroy him. He would probably reenact Zelena's curse (or whatever it was) to go back in time and bring them back to life.
Of course, if he still existed in future Storybrooke after his moms' demise which would be hardly possible.
"No, it was my fault, you know? The least I could do was telling the truth to save them. If I just hadn't ran away…" Elsa whispered again and Henry didn't say anything.
First because, yes, it was her fault. But still, it wouldn't be very gentlemanly of him to blame her so he kept his mouth shut.
"And how's my mom?" A ginger head appeared behind the blonde girl and Henry stared at the pair of worried cerulean eyes deep in thought.
That little girl was his aunt. The one responsible for all of this. The one who tried to destroy his adoptive mom out of envy and who took his even younger uncle to make a Satanist curse to make sure his brunette mother would never exist.
He should hate her. Deeply and truly.
But he just couldn't.
"She's okay, Zelena. They are getting to know each other and getting along rather well." His smile wasn't as big as it previously was. But what was another lie after he sold many anyway?
And the girls' smile was kinda of worth it.
They both nodded and went back to their dolls or whatever.
She looked naïve. Zelena, he meant. She was just another girl playing with her friends and having a blast. From time to time, she would look at Elsa and Anna in a questioning way, as if she was afraid of making a fool of herself in front of the princesses. The younger ginger was too absorbed in her talking to pay attention, but her older sister would always give her friend a big grin to make her feel at ease. And Zelena would duck her head shyly and get as red as her hair.
It was so different to see her like that. So vulnerable and in need of reassurance, just like a normal kid.
Perhaps that was when Henry decided to join the girls and received three beaming smiles in return.
He heard from his grandparents that evil wasn't born, it was made. And maybe, just maybe, it was for the greater good his moms didn't break this curse. It meant he could help the girls and they would save so many lives and heartbreaking if that happened… After all, everyone deserved a second chance.
His mom was the example of that; of what love and hope could do and how it could save the darkest soul and give them a reason to live.
"So what are you girls playing? Can I join?" He asked as soon as he came to the conclusion that no matter what, he will protect these girls even from their future selves.
Zelena gave him a brief hug and Elsa explained what their game was about while Anna was giggling and messing with his hair (the three year-old ginger couldn't talk as properly as the other girls, but hell if it would stop her from blabbering every sort of things like she was having a meeting in court. And Emma accused him of talking a lot…)
Though his happiness didn't last much too long and a cold shiver ran down his spine. One that he became acquaintance in Neverland and could only mean he was being watched by someone.
Turning his head to have a better look at whoever that was, he only saw a bright pair of eyes. Not because said eyes were disconnected from a body or something as crazy as that, but the person – the man – was in the dark corner of the room wearing a black hood and from afar, besides his crooked evil smile, his eyes caught the boy's attention. As blue-ish as Zelena's and just as cold as the tremor it gave him.
Henry found himself locked in a stare contest with that creepy for God knows how long and as hard he would look at the man, the colder the playroom would become. Or it was just him?
"Don't look at him. Let's just play, Peter." A gloved hand on his arm had him turning around in time to hear her admonishing whisper from a grimacing Elsa clearly as uncomfortable and frightened as he was. He blinked in confusion and she narrowed her eyes.
(Okay, was he supposed to understand this wordless conversation?)
"Why?" He mouthed at her but the blonde shook her head.
What the hell?
What's up with everyone wanting to keep him in the dark? He had a goddamn right to know! It was truly unfair to save everyone when all of them kept him out of everything! First it was his mothers (but that wasn't new) and now Elsa! What in hell-
"He's the tutor I told you about. Just please, ignore him." Elsa somehow explained before he could march to the man and demand an explanation (that would be his very last, after last in fact, option, anyway). Instead, he crawled closer to the blonde and kept his mouth shut (he was capable of that, even when his birth mom didn't believe it). After quite some time that they acted as they were playing, the princess continued: "He has some kind of magic control all over this place." Yes, that he could see. Or better yet, feel it!
"Come on, Elsa! Let's go! You are late for our marriage!" Zelena shouted with a smile and Henry almost swallowed his tongue in shock before looking dumbly at a grinning blonde.
What in dearly heavens?
"Okay, I'm ready!" He looked at the older ginger with wide eyes. Jesus!
He was almost expecting a true ceremony with whoever made marriages in this realm and Elsa's crazy parents to come barging to stop that nonsense (it was no secret they disliked Cora and Zelena deeply, maybe even more than his moms) but instead he saw the girls holding two dolls and pretending to have a dance or whatever.
Oh well…
From the corner of his eye, he saw the creeper moving around in the shadows no doubt to have a better look at whatever game they were playing and Elsa strangled her doll probably feeling his dark magic, too.
And as if wonders would never end, before he could do anything to assure the blonde (not that he had a plan anyway, so there was no love lost here), Anna jumped into his lap and hugged his neck as fiercely as a kid could.
He hugged her back. For no reason other than having nothing in mind to sooth the little ginger.
"He's mean, he hates Zena an' are hu'ting my sis. Ca' you hug me?" Was whispered against his neck and he did hug the girl a little tighter. He felt bad for the little girl, really bad.
For a fleeting moment, he almost dashed out of the room with the child on his arms to share that information with his moms. Tell them what was happening in this castle and who they were up against.
In fact, he was just going to share what Anna told him and hope they would figure out everything else. Like: who was this man and what did he want with both Zelena and Elsa?
And why he could sense this man even when he didn't have active magic (he already decided that he had to have magic by default; being the savior's son should work like that). But, as far as he knew, neither did Anna and she still felt the creepiness emanating from the guy.
Maybe the man was a big creeper and everything that was alive was terrified of him.
Just before he could ask Anna to elaborate her opinion (as much as a three year-old could, of course), Big Creeper of All Realms glared right through the four them (a glare heated enough to have Elsa holding Zelena's wrist with one hand and squeezing his leg with the other) and bolted out of the room like he was late for an appointment with the Queen-
Shit!
A frightened look from the blonde was enough to make his blood run cold and make him dread the future.
Shit, crap, shit!
That must have been his mothers!
Fuck! What have the two of them done now?