T/W: This chapter sucks. I killed three people. I would like there to remain some level of suspense as this is still a work of fiction and I am going to leave the warnings at those, people die, violently, if any of these have the potential to trigger you, don't read past the first section.
Chapter 7
Monday morning came and the alarm was blaring at 6:15, Emma stirred awake as Regina turned the alarm off, rolling onto her back the blonde rubbed at her eyes with a groan, the bed shifted and her wife laughed, "Why hello there Mrs. Swan-Mills," and a finger playfully pushed at the erection that tented the blanket. Emma groaned, "I don't even feel aroused!" Regina pushed the blanket down past Emma hips and let a hand drift over the front of the baggy cotton pajama pants her wife had worn to bed, the blonde swallowed, "Ok, maybe a little aroused."
Her wife laughed, "Welcome to "morning wood", darling," her hand slipped through fly hole of her pants and stroked the firm flesh inside. Emma's hips tensed and she groaned, "Do we have time?" she asked, sighing as Regina kept her movements slow and almost teasingly soft. "About 45 minutes, since Henry's still at your parents," the brunette removed her hand and helped Emma slide the pants down her hips and off her legs, her erection springing free and slapping lightly against her belly. Emma had observed early on in their relationship that morning sex with Regina was an almost spiritual experience, when they both were still just a little sleepy and their movements were slow and easy, undemanding and languid.
Regina settled a leg over her wife's thigh and kissed her, tongue sliding out and into the warm cavern of the blondes mouth, Emma settled a hand on the brunette's hip and moved with the kiss, letting their tongues meet and tangle, gently thrusting and slowly stroking against each other, Regina shifted and was kissing her jaw, her neck, sucking lightly and flickering her tongue along the beating pulse in her wife's neck. A languid groan left Emma's lips and her body did that tensing, breathless thing, where it felt like her stomach was shivering, it did that sometimes when their passion was so great, when the love and pleasure was just too much for her. Both her hands went to Regina's back as the brunette slid over and settled between her thighs, her erection pressed tightly between them. The brunette was kissing her chest, tracing the muscles there and sucking along top of her breast, Emma sighed out a moan as her wife took in a nipple and applied a light suck that almost felt non existent.
Regina palmed her other breast and slowly massaged it firmly, nails scratched softly at the sensitive flesh, before the brunette switched breasts, sucking gently on the neglected nipple and palming the other. Emma arched beneath her when a tongue flicked against her nipple this time, Regina moaned into the swollen flesh as she felt her wife tensing and arching up tighter against her. She could feel the slick pre-cum from her wife's erection sliding between them. She moved down further kissing and sucking at Emma's flesh, she reverently kissed the defined muscles of her wife's abdomen, licking and sucking, tracing the etched furrows as she went, Emma was groaning above her, eyes closed, head back as she writhed with the low heat coursing through her blood, a fine sheen of sweat had broken out along her body and her breath came in soft pants.
Regina traced around the indent of her belly button, slipping inside and thrusting repeatedly, hips bucked and Regina groaned into her ministrations feeling her wife's hardness pressed tightly between her breasts. She pulled away, a soft sound of need passed her lips when she glanced down and her chest, stomach and Emma's lower abdomen were coated in the thick lubrication of Emma's pre-cum. A glance up at her wife and Regina was lowering her head, using her tongue to trace along her cockhead, just where the mushroom head meet the shaft. She licked up small distance until she reached the tip and flicked at the bead of pre-cum there.
She flicked her tongue a few times, lifted the heavy shaft with a hand and softly sucked just the tip inside. Emma tensed as her wife enveloped her slowly, taking her in, the soft suction retreating and advancing at slow pace, the blonde moved her hands to wife's head and burrowed her fingers in the thick, long locks of dark hair, she wasn't holding or demanding, just resting her hands there. She needed the connection to her wife in that moment. Regina nosed against her abdomen as she finally took all of Emma's length into her warm mouth and down her throat. She pulled away, just as slowly she'd gone down, once the shaft had left her mouth with a pop she reverently kissed and licked her way down the underside of her wife's hard shaft, then up the right side and down the left, up the underside and took the cockhead back in, her head bobbing softly as she took all of Emma again. She repeated her ministrations several times, returning to deepthroat her wife after each round of attention.
Emma was pulling at her then, forcing her up her body and kissing her passionately, both women moaning into the other, the blonde rolled them and Regina was beneath her. Emma reverently kissed down her body, stopping to worship the more sensitive areas as she went, the underside of a breast, the skin between ribs, the space where hard bone gave way to soft flesh. The curve of a hip and the hollow of a joint, Regina arched and a noise escaped from somewhere deep inside when Emma's tongue traced along her lips, "Oh, Emma," a whisper from her lips as her wife's tongue parted her and slid into her hot cavern. The firm tongue thrust into her, again and again, hips moved slowly, languidly as Regina indulged in the wonderful sensation, the tongue moved to the underside of her clit then and moved back and forth over her. Not directly on her hard clit and it felt so good when the tongue started circling slowly, lapping around her, time and again. Regina tugged at her then, "Inside, baby," she pleaded pulling Emma up, the blonde groaned, her wife only called her that in moments of vulnerability like this, when their passion was great and they were in the throes of it.
Emma moved up the small, trim body below her and settled herself in the warm, wet cradle of her wife's thighs. They were kissing then, bodies moving in a languid rhythm against the other, a easy grind that stimulated their wet and hard flesh. Emma slid her arms under Regina's shoulders and lifted her hips. Their kiss continued, tongues stroking and tangling, in a smooth motion borne of the passion and synchronicity their shared. Their hips moved together and Emma slid in, moving slowly until their hips meet and she was buried fully inside, Regina pulled out of the kiss, "Oh, God!" The brunette softly gasped out, the breath leaving her and she clutched the sweaty back of her wife. They stayed like that for long moments, Emma buried inside her but not moving, their arms wrapped around each other and faces buried in necks, "I love you," Regina's soft husky voice came out and her eyes sheened with moisture from the heavy moment.
Emma's hips started moving then, a soft, gentle thrusting motion, not even pulling herself halfway out before sliding back in, "Now and always," she groaned into the sweaty neck of her wife. Regina's hips rolled up to meet her easy thrusts, she rested her calfs against the backs of Emma's thighs and her hands came down to palm and massage her wife's firm ass as the hard cock moved inside of her. Their movements stayed slow and measured, bodies undulating against each other, soft moans and gasps escaped into the room. They pulled apart and were kissing again, bodies picking up speed as the intense passion grew.
Regina sucked on the tongue that swept inside, her body arching as her orgasm started to build to a crescendo. A breathless whimper left her mouth as she released Emma's tongue, their eyes locked and the sweat of their bodies mixed, their bodies moved faster and their eyes remained locked. Emma's jaw clenched, she was very close to coming and could tell by the way her wife was clenching around her that she was too. "Oh, God, baby," Regina's gasped out breathless, her body arching deeply, "I'm coming!" The brunette sobbed out, tensing as her eyes finally broke eye contact as they slipped closed, ejaculate left her on a soft gush and tears leaked from her tightly closed eyes.
Emma groaned deeply, thrusting once, twice more and she was pumping into her wife, emptying inside her, she buried her face in Regina's neck and her hips just kept pumping, hips moving softly into and against her wife. It felt like she just kept producing more cum, every time she thought she was done Regina's cunt would spasm again, milking more out of her. Their movements slowed finally, breath easing into normalcy, Emma pulled out when her penis had mostly softened completely and rolled onto her back, her wife slid into her arms and rested against her chest, the blonde wrapped her arms around the brunette and glanced at the clock, "Shit, babe it's 7:30." Regina moaned, her body remaining lax, "We'll be late, we're the bosses anyway," she sighed and moved get up, "Shower with me?" she held out a hand to her muscular wife as she made the invitation. She didn't mean to continue their love making, only that she didn't want to leave her wife's side yet, not after the intense time they had just shared. Emma took her hand and climbed from the bed, following her brunette wife into the ensuite.
Elizabeth stared at her reflection, it was almost time to leave for school, but she wouldn't be going to school that day. She heard her brother yelling. Mother had told them last night that father wasn't coming home, not for a long while. And that when he did, he wasn't coming back here, she wouldn't let him. Her days without him had been a healing process for her and after a long talk with the elder woman who owned the diner she had realized that she didn't need him and neither did they, Mother would be starting work at the diner on Wednesday. Thomas had lost it, yelling and crying, throwing and breaking things.
After he'd hit mother with one of the glasses he'd thrown and it had sliced open the skin of her forehead, he'd just stared. The house quiet as they all watched each other. He'd watched the blood slowly trickle from his mother's head, running down and across a pale cheek, over her chin and dripping onto the fabric of the dress she wore. Finally he was in motion again, he stormed out of the room, into his father's room and slammed the door.
He stayed there, all night, no noise leaving the room until an hour ago, when the sound of shattering glass jerked them both awake, minutes passed and all was quiet. Then she heard the door to her parents bedroom slam open and Thomas was yelling, blaming their mother for everything, telling her that if she'd been good enough father wouldn't have had to punish her, wouldn't always be angry and he'd still be here. Elizabeth had peeked through the crack of the door and seen Thomas clutching one of father's pistols, he had it pointed at mother and the look of hatred on his face terrified her.
She softly clicked the door shut, heart pounding, she moved to her backpack, where she'd packed it the day before, she pulled out the school issued iPad and accessed the phone function, father hadn't known it did that, and placed a call, spoke softly into the tablet before ending the call. She slipped back to her door, cracked it open and after checking down both sides of the hallway she moved out into the cool air and down two doors until she could duck safely into the bathroom. That's where she was now, staring at her reflection, listening to Thomas yelling at mother.
Still she stared. She smiled softly at her reflection, it would be over soon and then she could be done, her eyes drifted down to the towel that lay on the side of the sink. She picked it up and unrolled it, finally the small blade that she'd taken from father's shop months ago fell into her palm. It was stained brown in places where her blood had dried, footsteps stomped down the hall, she heard her bedroom door slam open, Thomas called her name, she looked into the mirror, she looked into herself.
The doorknob rattled, "Elizabeth! You come out here, right now!" Thomas screamed through the door, jerking on it again. It creaked as he threw his shoulder at it, at 12 he was big for his age, but he was still 12 and the door held. Elizabeth smiled at her reflection and a look of peace and complete tranquility came over her then.
The door creaked again, a crunch sounded and a long crack appeared in the center of it. Her heart slowed as she calmed, she brought the blade to her wrist, another crack, she slipped the blade beneath her skin. He screamed again and she pulled the blade through her flesh, rending it open. She passed the blade into her other hand and brought it to the other wrist, the door cracked again. He was almost through, but it didn't matter, not anymore, she was almost free, the blade pushed into her skin again and she started to feel light headed. She thought she should sit down, so she did, against the wall her back slid and she thumped onto the cold tile of the floor, eyes slipping closed as the door finally crashed open.
Emma strolled into the station at almost 9am, she had a grin on her face and she whistled out of tune but happily, Ruby looked up as she entered, grinning at her friends happiness, "Someone got some last night," a glance at the clock, "Or this morning, it would appear," she teased her friend, frowning when the station phone rang. Emma just smirked and headed into her office, leaving Ruby to field the call, she'd tell her if the Sheriff was needed.
"Storybrooke Sheriff's Department, this is Deputy Lucas, how can I assist you today?" Ruby greeted with the standard answer Emma asked of her deputies. "Good morning, Deputy Lucas, this is Elizabeth Henderson, at 339 McCormick Drive," the girl's voice came through calmy, almost eerily so and Ruby shivered, unnerved at the tone, "My brother is about to kill my mother and I think that you should be here. I need to go now, I'm going to take my own life," a dial tone sounded then as the girl hung up. "EMMA! We need to go NOW!" Ruby was up and moving, duty belt slinging around her waist. Emma asked no questions, just raced out of her office, duty belt slinging around her waist too. "339 McCormick!" Ruby called as they slid into Emma's faster patrol truck. Emma's blood ran cold as a sense of dread pulsed through her.
The Frontier sped through Storybrooke with lights and sirens going full out, Emma swung it right on McCormick. It was a 5 mile drive into rural Storybrooke before they would arrive at the Hendersons and Emma floored the V8 while Ruby passed on what Elizabeth had said over the phone, "Should I call David in?" she asked grabbing at the dash as they flew over a hill, the truck catching a little bit of air. "Call him, but just tell him to sit tight. He's 12, I think we can handle him," Emma said as she slid them around a corner. A mile out, Emma killed the siren and lights and slowed to a normal speed, she would later recount that all time seemed to slow from that moment on.
Emma pulled the truck to stop half way up the Henderson's driveway, 100 yards from the house, hands on their sidearms. The two of them slipped from the truck, staying behind the open doors, watching for any signs of disturbance. Emma scanned the front door, the ground around the porch, both sides of the house. Nothing. No noise. No movement, nothing. The hair on the back of Ruby's neck prickled, a hawk screamed overhead. They shared eye contact through the cab of the truck and together they left the cover of it provided, they were halfway to the door when it slammed open. Emma pulled her gun and crouched, Ruby a second behind her. Selena Henderson preceded her son onto the porch and then into the yard, his hand locked tightly around his mother's bicep, her 5'4" covered his 5'3" body completely. His head canted to the side, so he could see them. Emma's blood chilled, he had a gun, a shiny silver automatic, probably a 9mm, "Stay away!" Thomas screamed across the 50 yards, he waved the gun at them.
Emma and Ruby tensed, hands clenching around their own raised guns, "What's wrong, Thomas?" Emma tried to keep her voice steady, she really did, she failed, he was 12, she was holding a gun on a 12 year old. Her hands were steady, as she stared down the barrel of her gun and into his, she was grateful for that.
"My father is gone! It's all because of her!" He shook his mother then, pressing the gun into her side, "Elizabeth's too! All she had do was be good, all any of us had to do was wait for father!" He was pissed, everything father had done for the ungrateful woman, and she was just going to leave him in his time of need. Now the damn police were here, probably his sisters doing, no matter she had taken care of herself, just like a coward, just like all women. Father was right, they had one use and weren't very good at that. He decided in that moment that he was done with them. He was done listening to them and putting up with their shit. They were just a bunch women, easily handled for him, a burgeoning young man.
Emma felt her stomach drop out of her body, it felt that way at least, as she watched, feeling frozen in time, as Thomas shoved his mother away from himself and pulled the trigger. Selena dropped like a heavy sack, the bullet traveling straight through her head. Thomas turned towards them, gun out stretched as he walked towards them, a smile on his face, his blood spattered face, as he walked towards them. Both Emma and Ruby screamed for him to drop it, to not come any further, a gun fired. Emma felt searing pain lance through her thigh and she went down on one knee, white hot heat concentrated in her leg and she gripped it tightly, trying to hold her blood in, there was a lot of it, she dimly remembered reading somewhere that leg wounds could be the silent killer, people tended to not pay them serious enough attention, not Emma Swan-Mills, she clamped her hands down tighter as more blood seeped from her..
Thomas was still moving, still walking towards them, gun still out, what could only be described as an evil smile on his face as he watched the dyke Sheriff fall. The gun fired again, he frowned, he hadn't pulled the trigger, he looked down at the gun in his hand, stared at it as his brow furrowed, his chest hurt, that was odd, he was fine a second ago. He was so close to being done with the women. He stopped walking, just 10 yards from them, he felt tired, he fell to his knees, the gun suddenly felt heavy, really heavy, he dropped it, followed the gun's path to the ground and his eyes stopped when they landed on the spreading blood across his chest, weird. Lancing pain ripped through him, his head shot up, looking at the women. The other one, the tall one, her gun was still up, a trail of smoke looping away from the barrel, her hands shook, the bitch had shot him! Shot him before he had the chance to kill her too. At least he got mother and the Sheriff. He wondered if he could count his sister too? He felt so weak now, maybe he'd just lay down for a little while, sure, he could finish when he woke up, take care of that deputy then. Movement to the side, he looked over as he started to fall, no, no, no, Sheriff Dyke was moving, she was still alive, he failed.
Ruby watched as the small body fell forward, on top of the handgun, her hands were shaking so bad, she'd shot him, killed him, he was 12! "Emma?" Her voice was shaky, her hands lowered and she turned towards her friend. Life seemed to fall back into normal speed then and she holstered her weapon and made it to Emma's side, "Just hang on, Emma!" She fell to her knees beside her friend, Ruby called into her shoulder mic, yelling for a medic, for help, for anything, she ripped her own shirt open and off pressing it to the wound on the blonde's leg, blood was steadily pumping out. Everything had gone to such shit, Selena was dead, Thomas was dead, Elizabeth was probably gone too. God she'd shot Thomas, a 12 year old, water dripped onto her hands, fuck now it was raining! Her vision started to blur, "Ruby, Ruby it's ok," Emma's steady voice crashed through her whirling mind. Emma was shot, was practically bleeding out into her uniform shirt and she sounded so calm, "It's ok, help will be here soon, I'll be ok. It's going to be ok, you don't have to cry, you did what you had to do," Emma's hand covered hers then, holding the shirt in place, "wipe your face, Ruby."
The tall brunette rubbed at her face, huh, she was crying, tears streaming down her face, her vision cleared and she clamped down on her tears, conscious of them now. "Call Regina, need her to meet us, make sure she call's Dr. Hendricks." Emma was starting to weaken now, her voice slurring in places and she was asking for their OBGYN, that was weird. Her friend grabbed her hand then, "I'm about to lose consciousness, you're going to have to hold the pressure now," Emma's hands relaxed and Ruby quickly pushed into the now saturated fabric of her shirt. "Tell, 'Gina," she started to say.
"NO! Don't you dare, Emma Swan!" Ruby practically screamed at her.
Emma squeezed her hand and forced her eyes open wide, "Tel., Regina," her voice was emphatic this time and Ruby nodded, "Tell her…" Emma's voice was soft and her eyes started to droop, she could hear the sirens, rapidly approaching.
"Tell her...Now and always," and then she was unconscious.
Someone knocked at Regina's door, she glanced at the clock, 10am, too early to be Emma for lunch and they'd only been apart a little over an hour, it was odd that Linda hadn't buzzed her to let her know someone was here to see her. She shrugged and stood, opening the door she found David standing there, "David, what can I do…." her voice trailed off as she took in his face, the same expressive eyes as his daughter, "David, no. No," she was backing away, arms outstretched as though that could ward off what he had to say, her legs felt like they were going to fail her, she needed to sit down, she was falling then and David rushed in catch her. "She's alive," his arms came around her and held her up as she collapsed against his chest, "Regina, she's alive, she's been shot, but she's alive," he held her close as sobs wracked her body. Their morning had been so perfect, so peaceful and quiet, "I need to see her," she pulled out of his embrace then, her tears drying as she straightened and wiped them away. She could do this. She could be strong.