Warning: Some violence and non-con!
"Regina…" The name fell from her lips like a spell, covering her arms with goosebumps at the shiver it ignited within her.
Regina was sat on her desk, legs parted, Emma stood between them, running her hands up and down her smooth thighs, hiking her skirt further up her legs to reveal more and more skin. Regina let out a soft moan at the contact and Emma wanted to hear more, wanted to hear her screaming her name in pleasure as she came undone. Her hands slid further up the brunette's legs, reaching for the waistband of her panties, but Regina stopped her.
"You first." Regina gasped as she pushed the blonde away from her, stood up and spun then around, so that Emma was pressed against the desk instead. "You're overdressed, Miss Swan." Her fingers gripped the bottom of Emma's tank top and rolled the material up and over her head, revealing a deep blue bra encasing rounded breasts, she sighed shakily, hands reaching for the clasp behind Emma's back which she undid with ease. The bra dropped to the floor and Emma stood proudly before her as Regina gazed in awe over her body.
"Touch me." Emma whispered and Regina was more than happy to comply, palming the blonde's breasts in her hand. Her touch sent shivers up Emma's spine.
Regina leant into her and claimed her lips in a fiery kiss, tongue invading Emma's mouth in a effortless dance. As she pulled away she softly took Emma's bottom lip in her teeth and pulled, eliciting a groan from the younger woman.
"What do you want me to do now?" Regina asked, huskily, a gleam in her eyes.
Emma took the brunette's hand wordlessly and moved it to the button of her jeans.
"Ah, I see." Regina quickly opened her jeans and then hooked her fingers under both the waistbands of her panties and pants to slide them down her thighs. "Sit on the desk." She ordered.
Emma did as she was told and Regina was immediately upon her, pushing her legs apart and kneeling down before the blonde.
"I wonder what you taste like…" She whispered as she placed her face between her thighs. Her tongue darted out, teasing as it dragged across Emma's clit in quick, short strokes, igniting a fire within her belly.
"Regina…"
"You like that?"
"I love that." Emma breathed. "Please."
"Please, what?"
"I need your fingers."
Regina smiled in victory and brought a hand to Emma's core, her fingers teasing at her entrance for just a moment whilst she continued to circle her tongue around her bundle of nerves and then she was thrusting inside of her, hooking her fingers just right to hit that spot that she knew would send Emma wild within minutes…
Emma woke up sweating. This time, she was the one wrapped around Regina, tightly pressed up against her body from behind and she gasped a little when she realised that her hand was resting high on the older woman's thigh. It was still dark and she wondered for a moment what woken her.
When a thud sounded from the hall, she shot a glance through the gap in the doorway to see a figure moving around. Robin had finally decided to return. The two of them had made sure Roland was fast asleep and got into bed themselves at around eleven, assuming that Robin was having some kind of tantrum and would return when he was ready. It seemed he'd finally done so. A quick glance at the clock on the wall told her it was four in the morning and she wondered what Robin had been doing for so long.
She uncurled from Regina as carefully as she could, though she figured that if that loud noise hadn't stirred her, she was probably in a deep enough sleep that she wouldn't wake from a little rustling.
Robin was drunk. Far drunker than she and Regina had been the other night. The man looked as though he was struggling to support the weight of his own head as he swayed about the room and when he turned around to face Emma, she was shocked to see tears tracking his face. Next, she noticed the cause of the thud. A chair lay on it's side on the floor at the other end of the room, clearly having been tossed there. It was then that she noticed the shaking of Robin's fists, his cheeks were flushed red and a deep scowl was set on his face.
Emma froze, completely lost for words.
Robin, on the other hand, wasn't. "All this time," he spat out at her, "you were fucking her?"
Emma gaped at him, "What are you talking about?"
"Don't lie to me, Emma. There had to be a reason, I told her that there had to be a reason, but she lied to my face." He slurred, taking an unsteady step towards her.
"I don't-"
"I just saw the two of you!" He shouted. "Bloody spooning!"
"Nothing was happening, Robin, we moved closer in our sleep, that was all."
"Liar!"
"Lower your voice." Emma snapped, glancing towards Roland's closed bedroom door. "Unless, you want your son to see you in this state?"
"She told me she didn't love me." Robin whimpered.
Suddenly, Emma remembered the look on Regina's face when she returned that evening, the blood on her lip. Her eyes went to Robin's mouth.
"How could she not love me?"
The moment he opened his mouth again, Emma spotted the bite mark on his tongue. Two blood spots on it's tip which pointed to only one thing. "I thought you had a code? That you were an honourable man?" She baited.
"I am." He said, brow crinkled, confused at her question.
"What the hell made you think it was okay to put your hands on her or- or to kiss her, without her consent?" Emma shouted, anger bubbling within her.
Robin scowled at her. "I just wanted to remind her, to show her that we belong together."
"Yeah, well you did the opposite." Emma growled. "She told you she doesn't love you, now you need to leave it at that."
"Because she thinks she loves you?" Robin asked as he stepped towards her intimidatingly. He towered over her in size and his drunken state sent a spark of worry through Emma. She was well aware of the ways in which alcohol could change people, she'd seen it in one too many of her foster parents and the looks in their eyes were the same as the one she was seeing now, violent and out of control.
"We're not together, Robin, you're wrong." Emma said, carefully as she moved away from him.
Robin matched her step for step, fists still tightly clenched, when suddenly he stopped and looked at something behind her, the expression on his face instantly changing from one of anger to one of desperation.
"And even if we were, thief, it would be none of your business." Regina hissed from their bedroom doorway.
"The hell it isn't!" Robin shouted. "If you missed me so desperately that I pushed you into the arms of a woman, I'm deeply sorry, but I'm here now and I want you back." He spat out the word 'woman' like it was poison, like the very idea was ridiculous.
"You didn't push me into anyone's arms." Regina said. "It has become clear to me, however, that Emma would be, by far, the preferable partner."
Emma swallowed at those words. She knew that Regina said them only to hurt Robin, but they sparked something within her and she found herself hoping against hope that they were true.
"I can make you feel things that she never could." Robin said as he started to walk toward her.
Emma blocked his path and shoved him back. "Go to bed, Robin. Sleep this off and we'll pretend it never happened."
Robin didn't even glance at her, his eyes set firmly on Regina's and when he moved forward again, he caught Emma by surprise with a blow to her shoulder, pushing her forcefully out of his way, not even flinching as the blonde crashed to the floor, her head bouncing off the wood. Then he was storming towards Regina.
"Do you not remember how I used to make you feel?" He asked as he grabbed Regina by her waist, spinning her around so that her back was pressed against the bedroom wall. "Emma couldn't fuck you like I can." He held her still as he leaned forward, claiming her lips against her wishes for the second time in one night.
Regina struggled against him, but he was far stronger than her and without her magic she was powerless. There was no worse feeling and the panic it incited was almost paralysing. When his hands moved around to her backside and squeezed, her mind went frantic. She tried to shout, but her words were muffled by his tongue. She closed her eyes and pushed against him but he held still, not even faltering. So when his weight was so suddenly removed, she gasped in surprise.
Emma stood in front of her, a frying pan in her hand. Robin had gone down hard, hitting the floor with a loud thud. He groaned, only just still conscious. He had fallen outside of the bedroom door and without a second thought, Emma kicked his hand out of the way and slammed it shut, turning the key and locking them both inside.
The moment she heard the lock turn, Regina's legs buckled, her body sliding down the wall until she fell to the floor in a heap, taking great, heaving breaths. Emma dropped to her knees beside her. "Hey, you're okay," she murmured soothingly. The brunette held her gaze as though she needed it to keep breathing, eyes unwavering, tears glistening. When she reached out with a shaking hand, Emma quickly held it, squeezing reassuringly. "You're okay."
"Emma." Regina whispered, her voice unsteady. "I thought he was going to- I thought-"
"He didn't." Emma interrupted her. "He didn't, Regina, and he won't come near you again. I promise." She had never meant her words more truly than she did in that moment, the broken expression on Regina's face shattering her heart into a thousand pieces, her chest tightening painfully.
They both flinched when they heard movement on the other side. It sounded as though Robin was dragging himself across the floor. To their relief, he didn't try to get in, it sounded like he was moving away.
"He better be going to bed because I don't want Roland to be the one to find him in the morning." Emma muttered, it was a miracle that the boy hadn't woken yet.
When she looked back to Regina, the brunette had a far-off look in her eyes. She wasn't looking at anything in particular, eyes unfocused and a fearful expression on her face. She was somewhere else, Emma realised immediately, somewhere nightmarish deep within her own mind. She gently shook her hand, smiling softly when Regina turned to face her, brought back to the present.
"Do you want to talk?" She asked.
Regina simply shook her head and pulled back her hand. Slowly, she got to her feet, declining when Emma offered her arm for support. "I just want to go to bed." She muttered.
Emma watched as she climbed back under the covers, curling her knees up to her chest and closing her eyes, blocking out the world. She followed her into bed but was careful to give the brunette some space, lying at the edge of her side of the mattress.
It surprised her when Regina rolled over to face her and moved a little closer, wordlessly reaching out for her hand. She entwined her fingers in Emma's, eyes still closed. Emma smiled. Regina would always be too proud to easily admit when she needed support, but it didn't matter, she would give it anyway.