Here she was, back in the Enchanted Forest, in the middle of the night.
She took a deep breath, looking around, only then realizing that she herself was chained to a tree this time. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest because deep down, Regina knew what was about to happen. It was her dream, after all.
Then she saw her coming closer. She was wearing a long dress. Dark blue. With a corset. It was pushing up her breasts, showing so much cleavage that it could be considered obscene.
Her hair was long and curly, a little tousled, but utterly attractive.
It was one of the more intense dreams, but in a completely exciting way. One of those dreams in which you felt as if you could live out your darkest fantasies. One of those dreams in which you knew you were dreaming but would do anything to keep your body from waking up.
"My queen…", Emma whispered as she finally reached the other woman, her eyes shamelessly devouring Regina's body. Her lips were slightly parted, her tongue wetting her lower lip in anticipation.
Regina couldn't move. Her wrists hurt from the chains but she couldn't care less. The tree felt hard against her back and the air was cold, still her body felt hot and eager.
"Dark one…", Regina finally replied, her voice husky. "Unchain me."
She knew Emma wasn't going to unchain her and she certainly didn't want her to. It was all part of the game. A game she truly enjoyed.
"I don't think I can do that, your majesty", Emma replied, fake pity in her voice. "You might run away before I get the chance to fuck you."
Regina let out a deep sigh, the words sending shivers down her spine. She wanted nothing more than to feel Emma's body against her own, her fingers inside of her. Hard and fast. To forget everything. All of her morals, all of her responsibilities, all of her cares. She wanted nothing but to be taken by the woman in front of her who was impersonating all evil in this world. Nothing excited her more but the thought of being desired by this creature. Of being the dark one's weakness.
"Do you like it?", Regina asked breathlessly. "Do you like seeing me like this? Helpless? Being completely and utterly at your mercy?"
Emma's eyes darkened as she stepped even closer, the look in her eyes so full of raw desire, it made Regina's knees turn weak.
"I fucking love it."
Emma parted Regina's lips with her index finger, daring her to take it into her mouth, which she did. She sucked it slowly, holding the other woman's gaze.
"Good girl…", Emma whispered, a smile tugging on her lips as her free hand started caressing the brunette's soft hair.
It turned Regina on immensely. The thought of not being able to move, of being here for the dark one's pleasure, of giving up control over her own body. The throbbing between her legs became unbearable and she knew she couldn't hold back much longer before she would start begging.
"Emma…", Regina moaned as the other woman let her tongue run along her collarbone. "Please…"
"Oh, you're so needy", Emma mumbled. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? You want me to use you, am I right? I bet you're so wet already…"
Regina nodded frantically, her eyes closed, her head pressed against the tree behind her.
Emma's tongue was travelling lower to the valley of her breasts and she brought her hand between Regina's legs, spreading them further apart. Two fingers were pushing against the clothed core underneath Regina's dress, rubbing the already soaked material of her underwear. Regina thought she was about to explode, trying to push herself harder against the other woman's touch, frustrated by the chains holding her in place, cutting into her flesh.
"More, please", Regina whimpered, not sure she had ever heard her own voice sounding so needy.
Emma smiled viciously.
"I don't think I heard you, my queen."
Regina's breath had become much shorter, she could still feel the woman's fingers press against her clit and it was driving her insane.
"I need more, Emma", she repeated, much louder this time. "I want you to use me."
Emma slowly pushed the fabric of Regina's panties aside, finally touching her where she needed her most as she breathed into her ear.
"Your wish is my command…"
A loud thunder was echoing through Regina's bedroom and the woman opened her eyes, seeing the bright flash of lighting through the closed curtains. She growled, entirely frustrated, pressing her eyes shut again. She pulled the blanket over her head, trying her best to fall asleep again as fast as possible, hoping her mind would pick up right where it had left off. She was still sleepy and she wasn't willing to let herself fully wake up, knowing all too well that she could use her drowsiness as an easy excuse for clinging to that inappropriate fantasy.
The weather, however, wasn't on her side. The sound of heavy raindrops on her roof, the rough wind rattling against the window panes and the rumbling thunder made it hard to shut out the world around her. Regina gave up.
She took a deep breath, realizing that the dream had, in fact, not only caused damp sheets but also a damp feeling between her legs. What the hell was wrong with her? Was Emma powerful enough to control her dreams now? Or was this really a result of her own twisted brain? And why did these things keep happening in the Enchanted Forest? It was deeply disturbing, especially because it felt too real and too… good.
Regina wanted nothing more but to finish the job, to use her own hand to get that much needed release, but she couldn't. Could she? Touching herself while thinking of Emma controlling her was certainly not something she would allow herself.
She grabbed her phone with shaky fingers, pressing her legs together to still the throbbing she felt there. She opened her text messaging app, her thumb pausing on Emma's name. The latest texts were several weeks old, coming from a woman who was nothing like the person Emma had become. Regina missed the old Emma. Missed the woman who had given her a feeling of security rather than a feeling of utter confusion and frustration.
Her thumb was faster than her brain, however, when she started typing a message.
I don't know why you're doing this to me.
Suddenly she had hit 'send'.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Emma's head was buried between Ruby's thighs, the rather aggressive nu metal song banging through the room easily drowning all sounds of the huge thunderstorm outside. She was drunk and annoyed, not knowing how to distract herself other than calling the girl back to her house and pretending she had a good time with her.
Nobody knew that she had found a way to leave Storybrooke several times in the past few days, gathering information on certain people from her past. These trips down memory lane had been completely draining, yet she kept telling herself that it was for the greater good. That it would finally give her peace once she had found the information she was looking for and acted accordingly.
Still, whenever she returned to her empty house, it felt as if the walls were going to suffocate her any minute. She tried to remember what her life had been like before it was attached to the dagger, but she couldn't really remember. The memories were present, but they seemed to belong to a different person. The feelings that used to be connected to them were completely gone. She had spied on her parents from afar, trying to awake some kind of emotion inside of her, but all that she had found was emptiness. She had considered talking to Henry, but the thought scared her to no end, knowing exactly that in her current state she should probably stay as far away from the child as possible. There was, in fact, no one she felt connected to except for Regina, and part of Emma knew that Regina didn't feel the same way - and she was not going to force her. Even if her entire being wanted nothing more but to be with her, she couldn't fool herself. She needed the feeling to be mutual, otherwise she would only lie to herself and be even more miserable in the end.
Instead she tried to focus on the woman in front of her who might not be here by choice either but who at least told her what she needed to hear.
"Fuck yes, Emma. You're so good."
… Or thought she needed to hear.
Emma had to roll her eyes, annoyed by the fact that the words didn't have the desired effect at all.
She kept sucking Ruby's clit, opening the buttons of her own jeans to let her hand disappear inside of her panties. She started rubbing herself, hoping she'd quickly find her release and then get some much needed rest.
"Oh, Emma. Yes. Just like that!"
Emma paused, looking up at Ruby with a frown.
"Babe, would you mind staying quiet? I need to focus and you're distracting me."
Ruby nodded with a smile, biting her lower lip as Emma continued caressing her.
Emma kept stroking herself, her hand moving faster inside of her pants as she pressed her eyes shut, Regina's face clearly visible in front of her inner eye. She was licking and sucking, inhaling the very female smell in front of her, trying her best to imagine it was Regina underneath her, moaning her name in that deep and sexy voice that had made her nervous since the first time she had heard her speak.
She tried to imagine the expression on Regina's face when she'd be close to the edge, tried to imagine her begging for release and it made her feel even more powerful. The thought of having that effect on the other woman, of being desired by her, it was all she could wish for lately.
She wanted her fingers to be surrounded by Regina's warmth, wanted to kiss her, tease her and – most of all – wanted to see it in Regina's eyes… wanted to see that it meant more to her. That there was still hope for her, or them, in this rather depressing reality.
Suddenly she felt Ruby come, felt her muscles clench around her fingers, yet it didn't bring herself any closer to the edge. Emma gave up, fastening up her jeans again as she let the other woman recover from her orgasm.
This was wrong on so many levels, Emma knew that. She hadn't been able to help herself, but a small part of her was fully aware that what she had just done could never be excused. That small voice that kept creeping back into her mind every now and then, making her feel even worse about her own actions than any other person ever could. She looked at the woman in front of her, remembering Regina's words. Ruby used to be her friend.
Emma turned away from the other woman, closing her eyes as she suddenly pushed her hand into her own chest, reaching for her heart. She ripped it out, forcefully, trying to hold back a pained groan. Holding it in her hand, she could clearly see what she'd already been expecting - a rather big black stain, darkening a heart that used to be pure and filled with love.
She gritted her teeth before pushing it back into her chest with one swift movement, sighing hard.
"Please get dressed" , she spoke into the room, not able to turn around again just yet.
She could hear Ruby search for her clothes and waited another moment until she figured the girl must be looking decent again.
Emma turned off the music, pouring herself another drink. She could finally hear the thunder outside, the sounds mirroring perfectly what she was feeling inside. The voices in her head had returned, most of them telling her that it was stupid to send Ruby away before she had gotten off herself. The small voice, however, was screaming at her, asking her what the hell she had done and how she could still look at herself in the mirror.
As long as the voice of reason was still audible, she figured she'd have to be grateful for it. She had seen what had happened to Gold. Had seen him close to dying because of a heart that had turned entirely black. Yes, Gold might have lived many many years as the dark one, but Emma wasn't sure she'd hold out that long. She had had the biggest potential for darkness, who knew how fast it was going to eat her up entirely?
She slowly stepped behind the bar, opening the small box with Ruby's heart before taking it out and looking at it with regret.
"I want you to forget this ever happened", she spoke into the heart. "Now leave. And as soon as you're back home, I want you to forget that you've ever set a foot into this house."
Emma sighed heavily before softly pushing the heart back into Ruby's chest.
The other woman looked at her, slightly confused, before remembering what she was told and quickly leaving the building.
Emma was alone again, letting herself sink down onto the couch. No amount of alcohol was going to help her get rid of what she was feeling.
She grabbed her phone, surprised to find a text on her screen.
A text from Regina.
Her heart started beating faster as she read it, over and over again.
I don't know why you're doing this to me.
Emma knew she needed to reply, but there were a million thoughts in her mind. Far too many to stuff them into a single text.
After a moment, she realized there was only one thing that was short enough and still summed up what she was feeling.
I don't know what I'm doing either. I'm so fucking scared. I need you.
Then she hit 'send'.
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A/N: I warned you it was going to get darker. It's rather difficult to explain, but I think there are many things, besides killing someone, that might turn a person's heart black. A lot of things are beyond Emma's control as long as she's cursed and it might be difficult to deal with that... Anyways -I hope the next chapter will be longer again but a very annoying stomach flu made the writing process a little harder. Reviews are always appreciated!