Disclaimer: I checked and I still don't own shit.
(I have no idea why Regina's POVs are so goddamn long but well...)
[Emma does sound a bit creepy, ello2, I don't know why but she always gave me this vibe of acting without entertaining her feelings (or others, for the matter) and still thinking she was being subtle. And as far as making out to escape prison goes, we wouldn't have Orange is The New Black if that could actually happen, but then again, we are dealing with inmates without magic there...
Well, I hope you like this chapter, Laura. Of course, Regina won't be admitting anything any time soon, but at least she took the time to think about her attraction to Emma or whatever she calls it to make herself feel better. Baby steps, I know, but they are still steps.
MKThrall, sorry about upsetting your OCD, it wasn't my intention. I did correct the last two chapters though and feel free to point the grammar mistakes or misspellings, I would hate to cause you a crisis because I don't take enough time to correct the chapters (it's awfully tiring).
Bem nesse naipe, Milla. A Emma, coitada, não tem a menor chance contra a Regina (e eu entendo perfeitamente porque eu também não teria no lugar dela). E o Henry, óbvio, vai pensar num plano pra lidar com o creeper e 'salvar o dia' causando mais discórdia. Gotta love the little shit!
Thank you, too, Sassgina! They are just like horny teenagers these two. Hope you like this madness as well. ;)]
I can't find the first two chapters of this shit in this crappy computer so that's why I still didn't correct them, but I'll find a way to do this. I promise you.
Thank you all for showing appreciation and wasting your time with this piece of crap. Really. And, please, feel free to share your opinions about whatever you like (or don't like) and to point mistakes as well. I have no problem with criticism, as long as my mom's out of them.
See you soon, hopefully. Xoxo
"Well, maybe we could try to break these bars and jump back inside the cell." Miss Swan shared with an unreasonable smile at her.
Besides rolling her eyes, Regina didn't honor that bizarre thought with an answer.
"Are you being dense on purpose?" Though her mother, of course, wouldn't let any opportunity to berate the blonde pass.
(Not that Regina could fault her for that.)
"You didn't break the bars, Swan, you two just flew through them. So how breaking them would help your case? I'm pretty sure it won't just look like we were trying to escape." The handless oaf mocked the disturbed savior some more and Regina massaged her temples because killing them all was not her best alternative right now. "Hell, they will probably think we are mental if they saw no bars and four idiots willing to still be locked." And until she could think of something less… deadly, it would best if she calmed herself down. "Not that I would blame them actually." Hook's complain was completely overlooked.
For her migraine's sake.
She was so ready for all of this to be over.
"Yeah, but how in hell did we do that? I mean, it's kinda impossible to pass through stuff according to physics and shit. This is not Ghost."
Unfortunately, the savior was right (for the very first time in her cursed existence). It was impossible in many levels, including in magically wise to simply fall through silver bars covered with any sort of protection spell.
First and furthermost because magic here, in Enchanted Forest, was stronger than back in Storybrooke and more effective. Second, Regina could actually feel the several layers of this special spell and it wasn't an easy one by any means. In fact, this sort of magic was even more powerful than hers, which led her to only one person (right, not exactly a person seeing that Rumple was nothing but a rat) and that option was highly unlikely because she knew his magic, everything about it and how it worked so, all in all, the brunette would have connected this to him.
And that, she could not do.
Whoever cloaked this dungeon was strong and very versatile in their flair of spells. It was still dark magic that much was unmistakable if she analyzed the fact that nobody with light magic would have done this to mask a torture chamber. Neither would a good person's magic attack hers quite viciously and render her magic useless and dormant.
Oh yes, and through a physical prism, nothing and nobody could simply move through material things as if they were never there. There was no such thing as forcing your body to disintegrate by will.
They weren't the X-Men, for crying out loud!
Still, it did happen. Both of them simply fell through the bars as if said cell was never there (which wasn't the case as she could still see it). To mystify this craziness even more, those were not normal bars; they were made of silver.
And as any magic user should know, silver repelled magic by itself. Every type of harming magic (or any magic different to the silver's owner purpose and style, mostly) would be violently willed to attack whoever dared to break or touch said barrier.
That was why silver was harder to find and a lot more expensive than gold here. It also explained why any supernatural being from ogres to werewolves and genies would shy away from it for its natural function as a magic breaker – it served, if she recalled right, to protect defenseless people from night threats (it was how they dared to call any magic related being), as if anything other than plain and human was against God's good law.
There was a myth behind it all that started long before Cain and Abel's grudge against each other. It said something about creatures of dark and light and said that it all started when Eve, not satisfied in betraying the creator's word, started to practice the arts of magic.
She couldn't care less about all of this silliness, of course. If the woman sold her soul to the devil or made love potions to find herself a fine man was up to her. Though it was still a mystery how a worthless mineral could repel every type of shady magic.
(Regina even asked Rumple, back when he was her tutor, but the imp ranted in so many riddles that not knowing seemed like the best option then.)
That being said, she never met any magic user who could work, enchant or manipulate silver in any realm. It was even written in the Sacred Book of Magic among its laws. And trust her, she read that forsaken book over and over again when she was tying to bring Daniel back.
It said that magic couldn't bring back the dead (oh how she loathed that law!), couldn't make someone fall in love with another person and that dark magic couldn't rupture or harm enchanted silver linings. There were some more things she wasn't invested enough to learn then, but those three were stuck in her mind for whatever reason.
However now she did it, she broke an ancient magic law (with the savior's help, but still). It was as frightening as it was exciting. To think that not even Rumplestiltskin was able to break free from his enchanted silver cloaked cell in the idiotic duo's castle…
(There was no way she could be as strong as the Dark One, that wasn't up for debate. And yes, she used light magic to defeat her despicable sister so that possibly expanded her magic in strength and proficiency, but that wasn't enough to break the laws of magic.)
Because she may have both dark and light magic now, however, this magic surrounding them was primitive and feral as was the same presented in the cell. She would need to have at least centuries in practice of light magic to try to disarm it, layer by layer and not even the repulsive Dark One knew that much about this. Whatever that was, it wasn't a simple counter spell like her heartless mother and disturbed sister used in order to restrain her.
No, it was still a spell to contain her magic with some other shady ones to also attack her and drain her power and strength.
(Come to think of it, that was most definitely why she felt so tired and weak as soon as she was incarcerated in this hellish place. It also wasn't a death curse. She already crossed that bridge and came back kicking without feeling any close the how beaten she was now.)
Whoever did this was absolutely sure there was no way to break the spell and survive to gloat about it.
Well, unfortunately for them, they were wrong and both the former Evil Queen and the good-for-nothing Savior did survive to see another day. How and why were still the main questions.
If it had nothing to do with her knowledge and expertise, then it was probably Miss Swan's fault (starting with breaking her curse, that unpleasant woman was always the one blame). After all, she recalled, even in blurry detail, the moment when said disgraceful savior started to push her against the bars and everything started to shake.
(And no, that woman was not that good of a kisser to start an earthquake!)
It was the only option, really. After all, she was locked with the blonde misfit in a kissing spar during this unfortunate mishap. (Which meant she couldn't recall much of anything besides how that hellraiser was making her feel.
Not that it was a good memory.
It wasn't.)
Anyway, it could have happened because the brainless woman was the product of True Love and still the savior. Not a very useful savior at that, but she wasn't the one who gave the blonde that uneatable title.
(A pitiful one at best.)
Emma was perhaps slower than her mindless father in anything regarding the supernatural. And Regina could actually tell because she was the one trying to get through that hard head of hers and teach the idiot something useful for a change.
To say it was deeply frustrating to explain anything to that bothersome woman would be a glaring understatement.
But then again, the other option was to consider True…
No.
That was absurd!
(Yes, True Love was the most powerful magic ever known to mankind, she knew that in gory detail with those sappy Charmings' flaunting that stupidity on her face. It just wasn't the case. First because her True Love, dearly Daniel, was long gone. And second because that was Miss Swan. Case closed.
Nothing good ever came from her cursed family and the blonde was no exception.)
Somehow the latter option filled her with dread.
"Yes, Swan, it should be impossible. But it still happened and how you two did that I just don't know…" The pirate offered with a grimace and a hard stare at her as if that was the brunette's master plan; as if she plotted that craziness and wasn't just as terrified herself. Regina rolled her eyes again; she was more than done entertaining the horrid possibilities for that disaster and didn't need a jealous useless fool to judge her. After a deep sigh he shut his dirty mouth and chose to put his nasty boot.
(Because after Miss Swan abused her for the umpteenth time, the distasteful pirate decided to strip and throw things at the blonde as if he was dealing with an annoying stray cat.
How dared he?!
At least he didn't attack her or Regina would make sure his life would meet the bitter end and it wouldn't be pretty in the slightest. Oh she would make sure of that.
Though seeing that uncouth swine throwing things at the savior was almost enough to make her act on her urges to burn him alive to his doomed ashes. If not for the blonde woman who, against all odds, stopped her with her misplaced chivalry by stepping between the two brunettes to defend her honor.
Unacceptable!
Regina killed for less and the rowdy drunk was very below her class; killing animals was harder than handling that depraved moron.)
She had her hands on Emma's collarbone while the former sheriff was hugging her waist and massaging her tongue with hers.
Nothing was being rushed after the silly woman informed her of her wicked plans to abuse her and she, due her shock of facing their strange predicament, somehow let her.
It was a very sweet kiss.
For a moment, that is.
Regina was still unsure why in God's name she kept kissing that crude mouth and finding herself tangled in that woman.
(Yes, besides running her mouth like her unfortunate lineage, the savior did know just how to kiss her. The exact amount of pushing and gentleness the brunette could endure. And she already established that tonguing Miss Swan was better than hearing her nonsense. But then again, few things weren't.)
This could only be a nightmare!
(Anyway, back in Storybrooke, she heard something about the insanity defense and she thought that should be an explanation as good as any for why she let herself be manhandled by the dreadful idiot. Seeing that she couldn't blame this madness on the alcohol, that was her only choice after all.)
But Jesus! This woman could drive her insane!
Right now, only a deep breath from the savior had her biting wet and smooth lips and pulling blonde hair roughly. And it wasn't enough! The train wreck was glued to her body and how in hell she still wanted more?
(Then two disrespectful hands held her butt and pulled her roughly into that hard but still smooth body. And her own hands sneaked themselves into a pale back to continue her Dadaist art of marking that fool as hers.
She soon opened her eyes to see an oafish grin full of teeth she lost count how many times she wanted to punch them down the woman's throat. Like right now, for different reasons though.)
It was completely and utterly crazy how that troubled idiot could work her up with only her smirking mouth. And tongue and teeth and those breathy and raspy moans that made her knees weak and scared her heart into frenzy…
And how it made her feel… There was no sane explanation for that (not one she would consider without drinking her weight in alcohol, anyway). From being rough or gentle, either way the hooligan would make her feel under water: with a foggy head, hard breathing, galloping heart and buzzing with energy and excitement.
It was unbelievable.
Pure and plain.
"I want you so, so much…" A deep whisper against her mouth was the reason why she opened her eyes to look at the wreck of a woman impossibly close to her (still holding her butt as if it would magically disappear, the shameless fool). Regina looked back just as intently.
Somehow she knew they were being yelled at – her Mother and her inept pet hated shows of affection of any kind.
Still, she couldn't care about them when the nightmarish savior was looking so earnestly at her.
And Emma never looked so messy. But oh so sinfully beautiful. The blonde then closed her bright vivid eyes and gave her a tiny lopsided smile on her deep red lips with Regina's lipstick smeared all over her face. Her expression was serene as if she just knew she was being analyzed by the former Evil Queen.
She couldn't help herself and gently placed her palm on heated cheeks.
(Insanity defense it is!)
Her smile grew bigger and the brunette's heart soared by the sight while her stomach did somersaults.
So chaotically majestic.
(Regina decided she could blame someone for having such abnormal thoughts later – probably Snow White, that burglar was never innocent! – because now, right now, she wanted that terrible woman just as much.)
"And I want you, too…" Dark green eyes opened and stared at her in hope, confusion and something else entirely. Something that had the brunette swallowing hard and regretting saying anything.
(Why in hell couldn't she keep her mouth shut?)
But then Emma gave her that crooked grin Regina hated (to love) so much and her heart went skyward in a mad bliss when she felt the blonde's breath on her lips and a tongue licking her in a painful slow motion meant to torture her for every crime she committed.
Christ! How she fucking wanted that reckless klutz! That was pure foolishness; she was surely losing her mind!
Unfortunately, as soon as she held that sly face in both hands to kiss that disturbed blonde with all her might, their moment was interrupted by another one of Hook's dirty boots hitting her savior again.
After that, the uncouth former sheriff turned around with her sculpted body ready to protect her and yelled every expletive ever heard in history and then some more. Regina sighed. At least when she had her tongue deep inside Emma's mouth they were all safe from hearing so many obscenities.
So that was how they found themselves discussing means and ways to get back inside the disgusting dungeon. Or better yet, Miss Swan was throwing impractical ideas and the psychotic duo was mocking her intelligence.
(Because some of those plans were way past idiotic and downright unbelievable.)
Still, she should thank the despicable pirate for saving her from another one of Miss Swan's grouping sprees.
But she would never. First because she truly loathed that vile bastard.
And second…
Emma was a good kisser, that was all. Way better than Robin if she dared to admit to herself.
(Which she didn't.)
There was nothing more than that. Regina was just being dramatic comparing the savior and Robin. It was just a waste of time to think about it.
Robin was her soul mate after all.
And Emma…
She was the bane of her existence! It couldn't get any simpler than that.
Surely, she kissed her once or twice (if only) and it wasn't as disgusting as Regina would have predicted. Maybe it was alright. A fine kiss, just nice.
Still, it meant nothing.
No-thing!
At.
All!
(Even when she knew, deep inside her black soul that kissing Miss Swan was her option. As brain dead as she the woman surely could be, she still cared enough about Regina to ask her before she violated the brunette. Not that it was exactly asking when she was a breath away and looking hungrily at her. Because it was impossible to say 'no' to that vision.)
Still, she asked.
Just like Robin did.
Oh Jesus Christ! Not there again!
(Where could she turn her brain off?!)
In fact, those two were a lot alike. Physically and emotionally as well. Both stubborn, narrow-minded, with a repulsive quest for good and always up to annoy her with mindless banter back and forth.
Of course, there were still differences. Like how the leader of the Merry Men (seriously?! Who in the nine circles of hell would call themselves that in their right mind?) was still afraid of her even after they started their affair, as if she was a hand grenade ready to blow everyone to pieces (she could, but Henry asked her not to and there was nothing she wouldn't do for her son); he was way too tentative and sweet, if not for a little too optimistic and slow brained ruled by his unshakable morals (as if theft was suddenly some sort of spiritual clan composed by good citizens with the best of intentions at heart; as if it wasn't a godforsaken crime).
Unfortunately, none of those things were what she wanted or needed.
On the other hand, Emma was a mess and couldn't spare a minute to think before jumping into action like an excited child high on sugar. She was also a lot more obtrusive, obnoxious, exasperating, forthcoming, awkward, and nosy and her poor vocabulary was vulgar and filled with expletives that could make a grown man cry.
And besides sharing the same denseness, Emma Swan was not an optimistic by far (thank heavens for that!), though the blonde shared a past of childish crimes, she actually managed to turn her life around and became somewhat acceptable enough. And that garish woman was never afraid of Regina, not even when the brunette was still full on her Evil Queen mode.
Maybe she was a lot more moronic than the brunette gave her credit for.
Most people were wise enough or at least had a sense of dignity and self-respect to take the hint and mind their own business, however the godforsaken princess was either too simple or lacking in common sense to shut her mouth and simply let Regina be.
But God forbid if that insane woman couldn't make her feel everything Robin (and all her earlier affairs) didn't.
Except it all came back to the goddamn tattoo!
Sometimes she hated so much that ridiculous lion design…
Because Robin may be her soul mate but Emma was…
An idiot.
(With whom, almost four years ago, she felt a surreal connection from the first moment she appeared like a poltergeist on her doorstep with that idiotic crooked smile and giving her Henry (once again), Regina's only source of happiness through ten years. And damn that moron who didn't go away and stuck around to destroy everything she held dear and her peace of mind!
That woman was just-)
"-Impossible! Do you have any idea what you are saying, Swan?" The pirate's scornful grunt called her attention. No, Miss Swan probably had no idea what she was even suggesting, she never did. "You can't be serious right now." The man was pulling his already chaotic hair with his only hand as if whatever the mad blonde said was killing his brain cells or giving him a migraine.
Well, Regina knew the feeling.
"Seriously, dear? Are you really suggesting we should try to bend these bars so you two could squeeze yourselves back inside?" Cora asked stupefied. Oh, so that was why Hook was a step from committing suicide. "Is she really being serious?" Suddenly her mother was questing and staring directly at her with an expression that could only mean she was expecting Regina to laugh and say it was all a joke.
The brunette made a displeased face. If only it was…
Now they knew how tiring it was to deal with that unwise hooligan on a daily basis.
(Still, the looks both of them were shooting her stupid fake wife did not sit well with her at all.)
She sighed in distress. There was simply no ending that insanity and it was up to her to deal with her idiot.
The idiot!
"Emma, you are aware that those cell bars are made of silver, right?" At hearing her condescending voice, the brainless blonde turned to her with a confused look and nodded her head.
Jesus Christ! What in heavens name was the mental problem with that woman?!
"I do know that. Okay, not about the silver part or whatever." Or whatever? Was that the oh so good savior who came to give people their happy endings? Christ! What a joke! "But, I mean, we need to get back inside, right?" Regina gave her one firm nod. "Yes, so we can't break those bars, we can't bend them and I heard you, Hook!" She grunted after the pirate's 'as you should bloody know!' before looking at the regal brunette again. "And yeah, I know this fucking dungeon is cursed and shit," Emma just continued her grumpy rant as the three of them sighed and frowned every now and then. That woman's lack of magic expertise (and brain cells as well) was simply absurd. "-you know?" No, she didn't. And didn't even pretend to pay attention either way. "So our only option is to repeat what we were doing and hope-"
Before Miss Swan could finish her startling conclusion, Regina felt it; the owner of said magic coming closer. And it was terrible.
Her head fogged as if someone was trying to break her mental walls to disintegrate her brain – like they were trying to wreck her mind and swept it clean. Her whole body was trembling and her lungs felt like they were collapsing, as if she was drowning and they were full of water. Her vision got blurry because her eyes were most definitely watering from the mental pain. And she was sure her heart stopped.
For at least a few seconds anyway.
"Hey! I got you! It's okay!" Emma was holding her shaking body with force and if not for the lump in her throat Regina would have yelled at her because it wasn't. Whatever was happening was very far from okay. "Jesus! Please talk to me! What's wrong?" Even with tears falling from her eyes the brunette could still see the concern and worry on Emma's face.
And how wasn't she feeling it?!
Was Regina really the only being haunted by that?
"Swan, hurry! You need to bring her back inside now!" No, apparently the pirate felt it as well if that shout was any indication. And, looking at his disgruntled face, the former Queen could see how frightened the man looked. He was pale, his mop of a hair was all over the place and his eyes were shinning with tears while he looked right inside her soul with a pleading expression.
Maybe only villains were haunted. It made sense after all.
"Fucking hell! What's up with this fucking noise?!" Her head immediately turned to the blonde who let go of her body and had both hands covering her face while Regina gathered herself up with the help of the bars. "Jesus Christ! I'm going insane!" And she did look the part. The savior was pulling her hair in a mad fury much like the insipid pirate was doing few moments ago, kneeling on the floor and rocking like a mental patient.
"You two need to get back inside, come on!" Hook yelled again and she turned to see him holding her forearm probably trying to push her back inside with his only hand as if was as simple as that to get through those bars.
Her mother was hugging her knees to her chest and saying a prayer in a desperate attempt to shoo whatever or whoever was coming their way away.
(And Regina would have taken the moment to entertain the idea that yes, her mother was asking God's help – and that was completely insane. Though she didn't have the time to amuse herself with Cora's inclination towards any religion now. Not when she was almost praying herself and she was far from believing in anything.)
It was getting closer, she could feel. It was like a dark cloak was about to embrace the dungeon and drain the living lights out of them.
Still, different from when she first felt this presence a few seconds ago, Regina found herself a little more collect – as much as she could. Amazingly enough, Hook was also somehow calmer now, still very distressed, of course, but not as much.
(It was as if he also gave up on hope and was just expecting them all to be drained dry.)
Though Emma and Cora were very close to a breakdown. It was very hard to watch it.
The pirate was cradling her mother and shooting worried looks at Regina as if she knew what in hell was going on. And Emma…
Emma was a bumbling mess.
It was clearer now. She could actually see a dark fog approaching the savior's light as if she was seeing it all from another dimension. And no, he wasn't anywhere near the dungeon yet, but he willed his magic to act like his eyes, he was watching them. And that spell Regina knew. It was the same one she used on her magic mirror; it was exactly how she enchanted Sidney to be her eyes no matter where she was or what information she wanted to know.
(And she had no idea how she knew this dark and twisted person was indeed a man. After all, her terrible sister was free. But by some superior power, she just knew this couldn't be a woman's job.)
So there was only one reason she could find as to how this man could actually stalk them; whoever he was, he enchanted this whole castle. Maybe it was Elsa's father.
(No, that man was weak. Pathetically so.)
That was how she found herself mutely watching a dark fog of magic (if she had any doubts about its conjurer purposes, now they were long gone) forming tendrils on the ceiling and the walls and approaching them, little by little.
(It was terrifying yes, but she was rendered motionless seeing that. For every inch it moved inside that distasteful place, the darkness was swallowing the light; more precisely Emma's.)
"Regina…" Her head snapped to the blonde's direction after hearing her whiny breathless voice and broken expression. God! She must be suffering so much… "What's happening? I don't understand…" The savior said trying to get up and supporting herself against the bars.
Well, she didn't understand it either.
(Looks like not understanding was the new black. Quite literally.)
The black tendrils were up above them, she could see it all painting the walls like a shadow and so, so very close to her that she was feeling her magic simply vanishing from her body. How in hell was that happening?
"Come on, please! Get back inside!" Hook was pleading in a whimper and she almost rolled her eyes. Weak fool! However, knowing that he had their best interests at heart (for once), Regina controlled her urge to incinerate him (and the fact that was getting weaker by the second was a big motive as well) and turned to look at the Savior.
No, Emma and Hook could not see the dark manifestation she was seeing, though it didn't mean the wrecked savior couldn't feel it if her determined eyes were to be considerate.
"Tell me what I can do, please…" Before the end of her sentence, the blonde was again a breath away from Regina and looking at her as if they were about to die (which was a high possibility). The brunette took the moment to admire those charming features for a while (because that irrational princess was extremely gorgeous; as gorgeous as infuriating) and, interestingly enough, Miss Swan's face were contorted in anger for whatever unreasonable motive floating through her empty head. "No! You are not giving up! We are not giving up! I refuse and you should too! What about the kid, huh? What will become of him if-"
She seriously gave up on that pointless speech because trust that cursed woman to annoy her to her last breath.
So she just shut her mouth.
(The fact that Regina used hers to do that was an unfortunate detail, but, as people said, it was the means to an end – it meant that she had to shut that mouth before her magic was sucked out of her body.)
Then something just as absurd as finding herself with her tongue deep inside Emma's throat (again) happened. Those tendrils of dark magic retracted a little as soon and they started their kissing battle.
(Not that she could see, but she felt all the same.)
Miss Swan suddenly interrupted the kiss to glare angrily at her.
Dear lord what now?!
"This is not a goodbye kiss, okay? This is not!" Of course, if the blonde had a useful brain, she probably would have felt the air a little clearer after they scared that unsettling dark magic away. But she didn't. And she just loved to talk. Regina rolled her eyes, that nuisance of a woman was plain mad. "I mean it! I'm not letting you go! Not now-"
"Will you please just shut up and kiss me?" She sneered at the idiot who, at the very least, honored her first demand. The savior was, if you can guess, with her big mouth gaping like a black hole. Holy heavens! Did she really need to be that dense? "Do I look like I'm giving up here, Emma?" She snapped again. In fact, she was a step from slapping her across the face before that unknown magic came back with vengeance and killed them both thanks to the moron's inability to keep her goddamn mouth shut. "So what in hell are you waiting for? A rin-"
Before she could scowl some more at the brainless idiot, the gears finally turned inside that vacant head of hers and her mouth was being abused by an angry tongue.
She sighed.
Not that she liked to kiss that fool, but she had little to no option about how she was going to get back inside the cell.
And unfortunately, she needed Miss Swan's mouth for that.
(Any other reason was simply unacceptable!)
"Mmn" The blonde mumbled into her mouth and Regina should have known that a kiss was all it took to make that idiot forget their very difficult and deadly position. Couldn't she be any more irresponsible?
Better not to know.
So she used her body to trap the reckless woman against the bars again without any complaint for her less than wise company. It was good while her silence lasted.
"What-" Miss Swan interrupted the kiss to give her a confused look and rehearsed a question that had Regina shutting her up with a finger.
It was time to test her theory so this idiot better do her part or God help them all.
"Do you trust me, Emma?"
The brunette could say it was an intense moment. From her question to the way she was looking at the blonde clown and being stared back, it was as if there was another conversation happening.
(One she did not wish to partake in at all.)
"Yes." Was answered after a heartbeat or two and came with a genuine happy smile that had the former Evil Queen paying more attention than she should before she put herself out of that reverie.
She couldn't afford to play the irresponsible card too.
(She may or may not have smiled back but that was not important.)
"So kiss me now." And the savior did. With her usual expression between determined and just hopeful, she kissed Regina with a vigor that really made the brunette forget the own plan.
(You see? This klutz was always messing with anything she plotted!)
For whatever reason, everything faded when those insolent hands got familiarized with her butt and pulled her hair forcefully again.
It was just surreal how quickly they found a rhythm in any mood they decided to kiss. It was as if her idiot always knew how she wanted to be kissed and that was plain terrifying.
The idiot.
But when push comes to shove, she did what she had to do and after asking a raspy 'are you ready?' that went unnoticed on swollen lips, she squeezed her- the moron forcefully against the cell with moans flying around in the air, scratched those rock hard abs she secretly liked more than she would admit with her other hand lost inside a blonde mane full of knots (probably one of her gifts) with her teeth biting a lower lip and being rewarded with a loud groan.
Okay, maybe she did enjoy herself a little too much.
(She certainly did.)
But after she strangled the bars and roughly grinded her hips against Miss Swan and they fell backwards inside that ungodly dungeon (Regina really needed more appointments with the bug after being somewhat content from being locked. Surely she was losing her mind.), there was no place she would rather land than above that little fool.
Yes, her plan worked. And of course it would, she was Regina Mills after all.
"Motherfucker!" Seriously? That amount of expletives falling from the blonde's mouth already lost its appeal (not like that cussing festival ever had any). She rolled her eyes at the crude savior. If she didn't know better, Regina would have guessed the foul woman was raised by wolves. Perhaps she was…
"Oh thank God!" Hook exclaimed with a smile on his voice from somewhere near but before she could set herself free from Miss Swan's tentacles they hugged her harder.
Oh here we go again…
"Hey there, you okay?" Facing the fact that yes, as long as the troubled blonde still had arms, Regina was fighting a lost battle to evade them. So she looked at the messy former sheriff who was beaming at her. What in hell was this woman's problem? "You know, I kinda like the view from down here. It's truly beautiful." She rolled her eyes at her idiot. The idiot. Christ!
But the idiot was still Snow White's spawn which meant that she was about to be annoyed. And true to that, the moron winked at her and Regina couldn't help but laugh.
At her idiotic face.
The mentally challenged savior, of course, lost the memo and decided to laugh too. Because she was that stupid.
"Shut up, just please… Shut up." Regina admonished and shook her head but it only made the crazy woman beam in response.
"And kiss you, right?" The crazed grin she was receiving was probably a living proof of why she shouldn't try to save people's lives. They always got the wrong idea, the blonde under her especially.
She sighed. Life was so very difficult…
"Right." She scowled in answer and saw the mad idiot beaming before focusing her heated stare on Regina's lips. "Only because it will shut you up." She completed her train of thought and, as if she was sharing a joke, the obnoxious savior laughed like the crazy woman she was.
Before she could ask what in heavens name was wrong with her, said mental woman dived at her mouth and kissed her without her permission (how dare she?!) with a hand on her hair and the other where everyone already must know by now.
Jesus! This woman was worse than a teenage boy!
"Well, at least when this ogre of a woman is kissing Dianna she can't talk nonsense or cuss like a sailor. Though I still don't know what is worse."
Regina bit the disrespectful blonde's bottom lip with force, if only to make her pay for that insolence. But obviously, the brainless moron did not register that and decided to pant on her mouth.
Ridiculous improper woman!
"Neither do I, lass, neither do I…"
But then she was being rolled around and came to face a foolish grin from up above her. She almost rolled her eyes – because Regina Mills was not a bottom! – still she wasn't fast enough because that happy mouth was back at hers in no time licking her bottom lip and smiling smugly.
As if she could win a battle against the Evil Queen…
"Is this the best you can do, Miss Swan? Because I really expected more after everything you told me… Perhaps I read too much into it." She whispered with a smirk while she played with the woman's tunic. The fool just stared angrily at her.
(Oh well, maybe she went too f-
She didn't have time to finish her own thought before the wild blonde's tunic was flying away and she was being pulled to a sitting position by strong arms that, as soon as they completed their task, were on her hair with a mouth moaning huskily on her ear a sentence she knew far too well.
"You have no idea what I am capable of." She would have scoffed at that if said mouth wasn't attacking her neck and that bloody woman didn't start to ride her like she was in an equestrian competition. Emma was grinding so madly against her that for a moment Regina was afraid of them falling through the ground (God knows nothing was impossible after that madness with the cell). "Is it good enough for you yet?" She panted before licking her neck and biting her earlobe. "Because I can make you feel so, so much better." Without stopping her hips, a hard bite followed this nonsense and Regina found herself growling in abandon before she pulled the woman forcefully by her hair and attacked her mouth.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I for one would have Swan's obscenities over this any day, lass."
"No, Emma, it still isn't." Regina moaned on the blonde's ear and before the savior could try to regain her upper hand, the brunette threw her at the wall (better avoid the bars) with magic.
"Jesus Christ! What in lord's name is wrong with them? This is not- It's just… I can't even!"
After seeing Emma's stunned expression (for which she gave a smirk), Regina slowly walked the distance with the most sensual saunter she could manage and stopped just in front of her with arms supporting her weight right on each side of the blonde's head. Miss Swan's was completely gone and just swallowed in reply. Poor savior!
"What do you want me to do, Your Majesty?" Her voice was hoarse and her eyes were so very dark that only that vision made a shudder run through Regina's spine.
That woman was screwing with her head, she was sure!
"Kiss me, Emma. Kiss me now." She whispered back and her idiot didn't fail to follow her order.
Just as soon as Emma's mouth was touching hers, she was being pressed against the wall yet again with the savior's hands holding her thighs to help her lock her legs against the blonde's waist.
"I want to do so much more than kiss you, you know?" Was whispered against her ear followed by horny panting and little sexy bites that had her hips grinding against Emma's rigid stomach. "Will you let me, Regina?" The hooligan asked while she gently squeezed one breast a licked her neck to sooth her earlier aggression.
(Since when this woman was so eloquent?!)
And fuck! She was so turned on she would be agreeing to be Snow White's maid of honor right now!
Her answer was a very animalistic moan and it was up for interpretation.
She licked Emma's chin (she really, really like that ridiculous chin) and started to rock her hips against the blonde more sensually. "Maybe I'll let you. If you play your cards right, of course." That was all bullshit! She would be fucking the savior in no time if not for how uncomfortable being crushed against that horrible wall felt.
"Maybe it's your time to throw things at them and see if they can let go of each other, Cora. I already tried it but they don't respect me."
(That was a lie. She would still fuck Emma against that uncomfortable wall if they were alone. But they weren't, that was the problem. And as gone as she was in that moment, she, unfortunately, could still hear the despicable handless pirate's voice.)
But the blonde didn't need to know that, of course. And what the savior didn't know wouldn't haunt Regina afterwards.
"I'll play whatever you want me to; I'll be whatever card you need me to be, Regina." Lord in heavens! That cursed woman will surely be her downfall! Goddamn Snow White for giving birth to her! Why didn't she kill that nosy pixie when she had the damn chance?!
Anyway, she pulled Emma's mouth back at hers because no matter the deck or who dealt her heart wrenching cards, she desperately needed her.
No questions asked; she wasn't prepared to think about it.
And she indulged herself in the pleasure of simply having the blonde's toned form against her; of pushing her tongue inside her mouth and having her strong arms holding and teasing her.
(Apparently Emma couldn't decide between squeezing Regina's ass or massaging her breast, but the brunette couldn't reprimand her for that. Not when she was loving every single ministration.)
"Are you really asking me to strip, Hook?"
When her lungs started to burn, Regina was forced to end their kiss, sadly. But surprisingly Emma rested her forehead against hers and just looked at her face. No moronic smile and no hungry stare, it was just the woman she vowed to hate staring right inside her soul.
(Whatever the blonde was trying to accomplish, Regina didn't know.)
"Yes. I mean, no! I mean, if you want to? Aw! No need to punch me, lass. I was just kidding. See? They stopped already, no need to be aggressive!"
Regina whimpered. She definitely loved those eyes staring at her.
"What do you want from me, Regina?" After a long stare contest, Emma finally had the courage to ask her. Of course, she wouldn't just keep her mouth shut and of course she had to make it all difficult by asking impossible questions.
She should have seen that coming.
And what Regina wanted from her? Hell if she knew!
How could she possibly answer that if she herself didn't know what she was feeling?
On pressing matters, she just wanted that woman to keep doing what she was doing now. But in the long run… She had no idea whatsoever.
"I mean, if you do want something from me, that is…" But the more she took to reply, the sadder the blonde was getting and for whatever reason, the brunette could not see that idiot in low spirits. "It's cool if you don't. Okay, not exactly cool, but I'll try to-"
"I don't know, Emma. I'm sorry but I just don't know." She whispered back before she got wrapped in another one of Emma's embarrassing rants. The addressed woman looked depressed and was probably thinking of turning back to do God knows what.
(She couldn't let that happen.)
"It's okay, I guess. I'll just-" It was a whisper but she still heard and watched her idiot trying to detangle their bodies and unlock Regina's legs from around her waist. To no avail. "Hey, could you-"
And there was Emma talking nonsense once again.
"No." To show how she wasn't willing to let go, she squeezed her legs around the blonde. And the poor woman looked miserable. Strangely it didn't lift her spirits as it most definitely would prior to this trip.
"Look, I know we kinda have to pretend to be married and stuff, but this-" She made a wild gesture to show their position. "doesn't need to happen, oka-" Of course that brain dead fool would make her talk about it. It was not a surprise after all.
For some reason, the possibility of not having that messy woman kissing her or even near her (as in glued-to-her-body near) was sickening.
"Jesus Christ! Why can't you shut up, Emma?! For God's sake!"
So she had to make her shut her mouth. It was her only alternative out of this. Really.
But as ever, Emma Swan couldn't listen to her.
"Hey, I'm trying to be-" Oh lord! This idiot!
"Obnoxious and annoying, as always." She then untangled her legs from Miss Swan's waist and tried to right her appearance to something at least average; seeing that proper was so out of her options card now.
"You know what?! Whatever! I was just trying to talk-" Regina started to walk away but that nuisance was really wearing her already thin patience!
"Trying to make me talk about something I'm not prepared to, that's just what you were trying to do!" The former Queen spat at her with a glare heated enough to melt silver and steel. With arms crossed, she defied the pest to say something.
(Regina should know by now that challenging that stupid savior wouldn't bring anything good.)
"No, I wasn't. I was just-" Still, the woman tried to babbler her point of view.
There was no stopping that family's running mouth!
"Playing the victim because I can't give you a proper answer." Her smirk was cold and from her narrowed eyes she saw the annoying savior swallowing hard. Good. "And that's because I don't have a proper answer, Miss Swan. But of course you wouldn't think about it, right?" Walking towards the damnable blonde, she stopped in front of her, just to see her trying to deny it.
"I'm sorry I didn't think-" And she didn't even bother enough to try to deny anything.
Somehow that got her enraged. Of course the good and holy Emma Swan wouldn't spare a minute to think about the Evil Queen's feelings!
How could she be so naïve?
"You clearly didn't, but that's not new." Regina scowled before narrowing her eyes at the moron. "And I don't want a thing from you, you idiot!" Her tone regressed back to her Evil Queen glorious days, she knew that. Full of hatred and anger.
But as sure as the day was long, the loathsome former sheriff could never take a hint.
"Of fucking course you don't! You have that useless thief to follow you around like a fucking creeper all day! Why would you want something from me, right? He's your fucking soul mate because of a fucking tattoo! Jesus! Where in hell did he get that crap from? I'm pretty sure there's no Miami Ink here!" After that cussing show, the disturbed chatterbox gave her a look so sharp it could physically cut.
She massaged her temples. Surely there was a plausible explanation for all that nonsense coming out in a hatred scowl.
What in hell Robin had to do with any of this craziness? The man wasn't even here! She wasn't thinking of him! So why would this moron bring him into the conversation?
Only if…
No, it couldn't be.
(Right?)
"From trying to mate like senseless animals to arguing like a pair of unstable children, they really do cover all the bases, right?"
But it was still the most reasonable explanation she could think of.
The blonde was being nasty to someone who never did anything against her. Yes, of course, Emma wasn't a saint, but hating the man just because of his rash tattoo?
It looked like jealousy. And that couldn't be possible.
"Can you please shut up? Christ!" She sighed.
But staring at Emma now, it looked just like jealousy. How she had her hands closed in fists, how her eyes where shinning with betrayal and rage, how she was looking like a caged animal.
"Well, what can I say? What you see is what you get with these two, lass."
(When Regina thought about some of the kisses they shared earlier it all made sense. That was why the blonde was kissing her like she would never have another choice.)
Oh God! What would she do now?
"Hey! You can't tell me to shut up, it's fucking rude!" Her urge was to choke this idiot to death. But she decided against it.
(It was still surprising that out of the two of them Emma would be the one to think about Robin.
No that she hadn't compared the two of them just few hours ago. But she had the right to do it! He was her…
What did he even mean to her anyways? And why it was so hard to decide now after she kissed this loony woman?
And did Emma even know she was being jealous?
By all means, Regina doubted. Besides being dense as a door, Miss Swan didn't take the time to come in contact with her feelings. Just like her.
Anyway, it was still unfair to be put in that position when that distasteful wreck didn't even know why she was lashing out at her.
Not that Regina had any idea about what to do with her insights.
Lord above, what a mess!)
"Your vocabulary is rude and I've been telling you to keep quiet all day long. Or does a 'kiss me' makes that much of a difference?" She sneered at Emma's face who, by her part, looked like she was physically slapped.
So yes, the savior was jealous.
"So what? I'll just have to choose between the two dreadful possibilities of having they assaulting each other in anger or like horny mindless beasts? How can you manage that?"
The blonde's green eyes were watering – if not from hate then from sadness, or whatever was fueling her now – and the woman was trembling like a leaf.
And Regina felt something tug at her heart at this horrid vision.
Although she was still unsure if she was willing to attend her foolish heart.
"You know what? Fuck you! Just fuck you, Re-you!" Emma yelled in a tantrum with closed eyes.
Because she was close to crying.
Regina was close to slap her for putting them both in that position in the first place.
Couldn't the forsaken woman just let things be?
"I usually manage it with rum. Gotta love the effects of alcohol. At least Swan's screeches don't seem too loud or too annoying to hurt my ears. But I suppose you'll learn this as you go, Cora."
Absolutely not, that was Snow White's spawn after all.
Jesus Christ! This can only be karma!
The fact that she was still feeling somewhat at odds from seeing the savior's wrecked expression was unbearable.
(And the blonde could have punched or shoved her, but when she just decided to suffer alone through this… That was even more heartbreaking.)
She simply had to do something.
Goddamn woman!
"Because I may not want a thing from you, Emma, but I want you to kiss me." She chose to tell the truth. Not that it ever worked in her favor anyways.
But when they burned every bridge and Regina would certainly be stuck in this cursed past line for quite some time with the woman, it couldn't be that bad.
(Except that it could. Nothing good ever came her way from having feelings for someone.
Not that she had feeling for the moronic blonde, of course.
Maybe attraction, but that was it.)
After hearing that, Emma finally opened her watering green eyes to look at her like a mentally disturbed patient who escaped the asylum and just hit the runaway.
What was up with that family and their slow brains?
"I- you, what?" Regina rolled her eyes. Saying that stupidity one time was uncomfortable enough and now the idiot wanted to hear it again?
"Does Miss Swan suffer from any mental disease? Perhaps some family gene or anything of the likes. Do you know something about her parents, Hook?"
The brunette took a deep breath. Of course she would need to say it again because the stuttering fool was staring at her like a lost puppy.
It didn't mean she was willing to though.
"Are you deaf or brain dead, Miss Swan?" Probably both, she decided. Anyway, Regina asked not really waiting for a response, which was good because she would probably spend the rest of her life to fish something out of the mental woman's mouth. Emma was just blinking like a lunatic who woke up from a sleep curse so it was probably going to take a while. She sighed again, this woman was more tiring than whoever was sucking her magic. "Yes, you moron, I want youand I want you to kiss me."
After that, she waited a few seconds.
Emma was tilting her blank head from one side to the other like she was manifesting a demoniac possession.
Any time now.
"Unfortunately I do know her parents, lass. And I believe you are right, they are not exactly bright. I just hope the little lad escapes whatever madness is running on their blood."
But more seconds passed and Regina really didn't have time for coyness so she glared at the mindless blonde.
That glare fortunately woke her up from whatever trance she was in and a shy smile crossed her lips.
"I- okay. I can do that." The idiot said with an eager smile and took her hands – that were still closed in fists in case she lost control of her magic and burned this stumbling fool.
The brunette breathed more easily after that. For insane reasons.
Still, the unstable woman was just smiling at her face as if it was fucking Christmas and Regina so didn't have time for this!
"So?" Her foot was tapping against the grime floor, otherwise she was the perfect image of calm and serenity.
(She didn't slap that hellion just because the savior was still holding her hands.)
"Hey, I'm nervous, gimme a minute." Emma Swan replied with a grimace and good god above if she wasn't a step from getting the hell out of this place after beating some sense inside that impossible woman's head.
(Instead she took a deep breath to calm her temper.)
"You were just kissing me a few minutes ago, how could this be any different?" Though it was asked through gritted teeth, Regina was sure the blonde heard.
If her dumbly nod and sudden embarrass were anything close to a proper answer.
How infuriating!
"It just is. Because…" Emma started to say looking intently at her. But sure, right when she wanted this chatterbox to say any fucking thing the woman bit her tongue. The brunette shook her head in disappointment (and she should have been used to it by now) and extracted her hands from the blonde's cold paws and turned her back to her. Whatever, it was her loss. "Because I'm an idiot, okay?"
Before she could walk any further away she heard that shout and felt a hand resting on her forearm.
She still had her back to the moron and actually heard when repulsive Hook and her demented mother muttered.
"No need to shout, Swan, everyone already knows that." Regina scowled at the smirking filthy pirate.
Yes, Miss Swan was denser than a rock, but he had no right to mock her!
"Well, isn't this forced road to self-discovery working quite exuberantly, dear Hook? They call it spiritual growth and it's never too late to admit one's flaws. These little wonders never cease to amaze me." She sneered at her monster of a mother too, seeing that was already at it.
Deranged psychopaths!
A tug on her arm made her turn around and look at a blushing Emma Swan.
Yes, she was an idiot. But Regina was the only one who could call her that.
The blonde was her idiot and only hers.
"I already know you are indeed an idiot, Emma, so maybe we could move this topic to more pressing matters."
(Not that she would be caught dead sharing her ownership of said idiot. It was still her secret to keep.)
However, as if she had swallowed her tongue all of sudden, Emma simply nodded and looked at her boots.
Regina sighed. She still would have time to concoct a sleeping spell, drink it, fall asleep and wake up before this exasperating woman decided to say a word.
How annoying!
"I'm sorry, I'm not ready to talk about this either and I shouldn't have pressured you into doing so. It's all just confusing and I'm just-" After some time, Emma chose to let her in and started her speech. Just by looking at the blonde's guilty features Regina knew she was in for an endless and mad ride.
There was no possible way to have a normal conversation with that idiot.
(Her idiot.)
So the brunette just held her hand up and stopped her altogether.
"Please, just shut up…"
When she thought that Emma was about to flip a coin and give her a hissy fit, the idiot (hers, actually) just gave her a large and sunny smile and nodded her head as if Regina had done her a favor.
Perhaps she had, seeing that the bothersome woman's lack of filter and brain cells to think before talking nonsense only put her in trouble.
"And kiss you, right?" The uncouth birth mother of her son asked suddenly fidgety and as red Regina's lipstick that still painted the blonde's mouth.
The brunette rolled her eyes. Couldn't she just feel whatever that was for a less idiotic person? Was that too much to ask?
"Yes. I wouldn't be opposing to that. " She sighed and the bipolar former sheriff gave her a rakish grin entirely too opposite from how she was handling this forsaken situation just seconds ago.
"Okay, that was just to check." She didn't punch the blonde, but that was surely a close call. And of course the uncanny savior was probably seeing the exasperation swimming in Regina's eyes because as soon as she failed at her attempt at being charming, the grinning red mouth she missed was locked on hers and the brunette sighed in content.
Emma was finally doing something useful with her coarse mouth and kissing her.
(God! How could she miss those lips so much when she spent almost one day kissing them again and again?)
The idi–her idiot finally embraced her waist with those tentacles of hers while she hugged the blonde's neck.
(They were somehow trying to be sweet, as if both of them were even capable of such mysterious feat. But still... They were trying, it had to worth something.)
And Regina kissed back because…
She wanted to.
Oh the nasty things she did to keep that woman from talking…
"Oh I'm already missing their fights! Do you think it will take too long for them to try to kill each other again, Hook?" On the side of the room, Cora Mills was frowning at the unbearable visual in front of her and complaining to the only person who could share her pain. And the man, as oddly as he looked with that bizarre attire, just glared at the appalling exhibition and nodded at her.
Why would she dare that hateful blonde to be cruder than she already was?
If she hadn't doubted their marriage, probably none of these dreadful passion spectacles would be happening. This was probably her fault.
She still had a long road to walk if she wanted to control her temper and keeping her witty tongue inside her mouth would be a good start as any.
"Well, it never did, so let's just hope, Cora." The man, also known as 'Hook' (and it was easy to see why) mumbled tiredly, as if just looking at the two possessed women on a mission to scare every one with a good pair of eyes away with their frivolous demonstration of lack of decency and manners was somewhat making him sick.
She was sick as well.
Still, even when she worked day in day out waiting tables and serving any and every sort of pervert swine, the auburn haired woman never had the displeasure of seeing such revolting affair as these two decadents claiming to be noble were intended to display.
(By the looks of the two indecent women less than respectable dalliance, it wouldn't be stopping anytime soon. On the bright side, besides having the inopportune blonde quiet, they weren't trying to fuck the living lights out of each other. Actually, the less than smart woman was only hugging Miss Dianna with a disturbed beam on her mouth and the brunette was laughing at her disturbed face.
The poor brunette was probably forced to marry that uncouth peasant and now had to make up for it. Cora suddenly felt sad for Dianna. No matter what the brunette might have done, she just didn't deserve such doomed fate.)
And just how a woman as elegant as Dianna could spend a second of her time with the offensive blonde?
Cora sighed in disapproval. At the very least, the vulgar brute wasn't shouting obscenities back and forth.
God forbid a woman using such a lewd language.
"At least Miss Swan's quiet." She told her new acquaintance with a smirk. Better look at the bright side.
"Don't get happy yet, it never lasts long." The charming, if a little unruly, brunette man responded with the same smart smirk and that was when she knew they did have some sort of connection.
At least they have something in common; after all, making fun of that immoral blonde commoner was bringing them close.
As friends.
(She still could feel the man's unwavering stare at her; even from the first time they met. It was as if they had met in a past life perhaps.
Silliness of her to entertain said venue because there was no such thing as that.
But still, when Hook looked at her like he was doing now, it really felt like he simply knew whatever was inside her mind.
And there was something in his alluring green eyes… Something that looked like happiness and incredulity. As if he found something in her that he thought it was lost forever.
That didn't make sense at all!)
"Only until Dianna tries to choke her vulgar wife with her tongue." If only she could choke the insensible woman to death…
"Yeah… Thank God for small victories though, right?" He smirked at her in his different accent, one she couldn't pinpoint and she gave a nod his way. It was sort of good to actually meet a man who didn't objectify her first and assaulted her after (though women could be just as bad, if not worse, as she took that deranged blonde as an example). Hook also looked at her with sad and longing eyes that she feebly ignored. Whoever this man was, she wouldn't let him deceive her like her daughter's father did. It was simply not happening again. "I could really use a drink, you know?" The man by her side interrupted her thoughts and she turned to look at his face. "I should have asked the Queen for at least a bottle of rum before they started to grind against each other like mating animals."
Cora held back her laughter. Not because it was any close to funny seeing that horrendous sight in front of them, actually. But he was right. They should at least amuse themselves with alcohol if they couldn't get rid of that indecency.
(She thought back to the moment their improper behavior managed to even break the laws of nature. Maybe God was punishing them for having no boundaries or respect for others.
But still, Cora doubted it.
Whatever happened there, between one inappropriate activity from another, was magic. She'd come to know it with Zelena. Her child had latent powers just like these two sex-driven beasts. Of course, Dianna was a lot more experienced and educated in said matters – her poor excuse of a lover not as much – and the trace it left in the air reminded her a little of her ginger girl.
For no apparent reason at all.
Better close that can of worms before she lost her mind over it.)
She frowned just before looking at the unruly man by her side and remembering a very important thing.
She did have liquor with her so it wasn't all lost.
(Cora actually stole it from the tavern when all this madness begun. No, she was not planning to drink it when she did that, but it could be used as a weapon.
And she forgot about it until now.
At least one head would be cracked open if she had remembered it before being unfairly incarcerated.
But God works in mysterious ways, so this would be a fine opportunity to make good use of that liquor.)
"Oh, I suppose I have whiskey here, if that helps." She said with a smirk and a wink before pulling a half empty bottle (as you can see, optimism wasn't her strong suit) from inside her very cheap dress. If not for fashion, at least her lack of wealth could mean comfort.
"Wha- How?" Hook asked in astonishment if for her cleverness of for the fact that he was willing his eyes not to roam over her body, she wouldn't know.
She also didn't care.
"Dear Hook, a lady never reveals her secrets." Was her answer before she gave him the bottle to open it.
Not that she was useless, but it felt nice to have someone doing something for her, as small as opening a bottle was, for once.
"Well, let's drink to that!" He gave her a genuine smile before swinging the bottle and wink her way.
"Well, when we finish this bottle I'm sure you'll find out that Miss Swan would make a very good target." Cora smirked at him before taking a gulp of the alcohol as well.
The mysterious man laughed and nodded at her plan and she felt silly and happy.
Perhaps it wasn't so bad to be locked out with these eccentric thugs.
(She would do better without the wicked sex feast happening on the other side of the room, but well, she would take what she could get.)