Regina had one foot on the first step, determined to face the blast from her past that had just burst into their lives. A steadying hand on her shoulder kept her in place as Emma holds her back, "We don't know what's going on, what's her reaction going to be when she sees you?" The blonde stepped down and laid a hand atop the swell of their child.
Through the curtains they could hear the Queen launching into a familiar speech, "Have no fear...yet. I've not come to ruin anything," the smooth sultry tones sent shivers down Emma's spine as she continued to peek from between the curtains, watching the woman who looked so very much like her wife. "No, I'm not here to ruin anything. Tonight, I'm here to provide a gift," she'd stopped before Snow and David. A sneer on her face as a hand twitched at her side, the temptation to just reach in and tear out her hated enemies heart was strong.
"I don't know," Regina finally answered the question, her eyes alight with emotion as she searched her memories for this event. It was clear that they'd finally gotten their answer about who had come through at least one of the portals. It was hard to gauge what the Queen's reaction would be to seeing an older version of herself happily married and with child. Married to someone who wasn't Daniel especially, at that time in her life she'd been holding on to the idea of him so strongly that the very suggestion could throw the angry woman into a hellstorm of destruction.
Beyond the curtain the Queen continued to pace the room, "My gift is tonight, because tomorrow-"
"Get some new material, Jesus Christ!" Leroy's voice cut through the room, cutting her off. Years without this version in their lives had caused the threat of her to diminish.
The Queen whirled, flicked and the short man flew through air to slam into a wall and slide down in a smear of crimson, "Tomorrow! Tomorrow will be the day that everything you love, everything all of you love will be taken from you. Forever. And out of your," another pointed sneer at Snow, "Suffering, will rise my victory!"
Regina struggled to move forward again, "Emma, we have to stop her!" She hissed out, a part of her reluctant to make her existence known.
Emma stepped down and wrapped her arms around tense shoulders, both holding her wife back and providing little comfort, "I know and we will, but we have to know what she wants and what she plans to do. Revealing our hands won't make it any better, not yet."
Regina growled under her breath, she knew her wife was right. As much as it pained her, they didn't know what the other woman's reaction would be and until they could better gauge it, it was most likely safer for everyone to wait and see. With a deep breath Regina forced herself to relax and accepted the embrace her wife offered. The Queen was finishing her speech as they stood, hidden away and listening, "I shall destroy your happiness, if it is the last thing I do," the last came out on a husky growl and then silence as the angry woman disappeared in a swirl of purple.
Regina shivered as the magic used by herself made her shiver all the way down to her toes. Emma kissed her dark hair and they pulled away, she wiped away the tears that had started to fall, Regina hated feeling useless, "You really do need to get some new material," the quiet words from the blonde caused Regina to laugh once and bury her face in the strong chest of her lover. It wasn't a funny a situation and Regina didn't know why she was laughing even as tears streamed down her cheeks.
The curtain burst open then and Snow and David looked down at them, "Assuming you heard?" Snow had a look of determination on her face and David was displaying his best stoic face.
Emma nodded, "Every last word, we thought it best to keep Regina out of view for now, no idea how she'll react to Jelly."
Regina really kind of hated how easily the nickname was slipping from everyone's lips these days, but another part of her was rather fond of the name, "Snow, could you put an age to her?" At Snow's puzzled look she elaborated, "Do you think she was from a time before I...before your father...died," she didn't regret having Leopold killed. Not exactly, not after everything he'd done to her, but it could still be a delicate topic between them, "Before you'd run? After your wedding day? She's obviously from before I cast the dark curse," Regina stepped out from the back of the stage then, back into the room proper. Across the room she could see Rheoul attending to Leroy, Harry and another paramedic patiently waiting with a gurney as even after the open wound on the back of his head was closed, he'd still need hospitalization to take care of blood loss and potential head trauma.
A handful of people milled closer to them. The atmosphere of the party gone, all joy and hope for the future had been sucked away. Snow shook her head, trying to focus her thoughts and place the woman who had been a part of their lives for so long, "I think after daddy. You weren't dressing so darkly before then. Probably before the wedding, you didn't move from hats to head pieces until then. Not that you had one on tonight… her...she...not that she had one on tonight, so maybe it doesn't mean anything, maybe…. And she was in black, I don't remember you really branching out to other dark colors until a couple years after..."
"It's alright, Snow," Regina laid a hand on her mother-in-law's arm, "I'm just trying to piece together her mental state right now. It sounds like she's from right after Leopold's…. Death," a comforting arm wrapped around her shoulders and she sighed, "So she's pretty raw and feeling everything inside, from Daniel's loss, to the… treatment she received from the King. She'd still be riding the high of having him gone and feeling particularly impenetrable right now," Regina turned to face away from the people starting to surround them, unable to take the looks of both pity and anger, "The gist of all of this equals one thing, at this point in time, I'm capable of anything, quite literally anything."
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Regina looked up when the door to her study cracked open and a blonde tousled, sleepy head poked in, "Babe?" Emma yawned and stepped further into the room, pushing the door quietly closed behind her. After another two hours of discussion that had gone around and around, they'd finally noticed that the hall had emptied as the fairies unobtrusively started to transport everyone back into to town proper. With tired sighs they'd agreed to go back to their respective homes and they would face whatever the Queen had in store in the daylight. She'd never been known for her daytime scheming, so they likely had until the evening at least.
The brunette had slipped out of bed after having laid there restlessly for an hour after they'd collapsed into bed around 3. With a sigh, she'd shrugged into her robe and retreated into her study where she'd conjured a box of her journals from the crypt. A little known secret was that she'd kept rather meticulous journals as the Queen. It had helped keep her centered in a time when she was anything but. Regina hoped to find something to help place the Queen's plan. It may be her to a degree but she was very far removed from the person that had destroyed realms in the name of vengeance. That was where her wife found her now, half slumped over her desk in the home office, halfway through the second journal.
"I just thought maybe I could find something to help," she offered tiredly as she leaned back in her seat and rubbed subconsciously at her stomach. Probably sensing her unease, the baby had been squirming for a while, leaving her feeling an almost hollow ache inside. "Besides the assumption that she's after Snow and everyone attached to her, we know nothing," a tired sigh as she squeezed her eyes shut.
Emma stepped around the desk and knelt beside her wife, lacing their hands together and covering the one that stroked over their child, "She won't win, we won't let her," the words were quietly spoken but the emotion behind them spoke volumes, the emphatic tone brought tears into Regina's eyes and she separated their hands to wipe angrily at them.
She was really coming to dislike the hormones raging through her system. She'd always been an emotional person, someone who felt things strongly and soul deep for as long as she could remember. It had been one of the qualities that her mother had doggedly tried to rid her of, "You don't know her, Emma. She could destroy this entire town without a second thought," the clock on the studies mantel ticked over to 5am and chimed quietly. Regina groaned exhaustedly, "We should try and get some sleep. No matter what, we'll be useless if we're dead on our feet," she lifted herself up out of the chair, getting up and down was starting to get a little awkward but she was still managing. Emma wrapped an arm around her shoulders and they left the study together, heading back up to their bedroom.
An hour later the alarm clock went off and they both groaned. They'd managed to fall asleep but it wasn't anywhere near long enough. The original plan was to go back to regular working hours today, the first of the new year. They'd not discussed a different plan after the Evil Queen's appearance and tiredly they pulled themselves out of bed and moved into the ensuite to go through their morning routine. The mood of the room was quiet and subdued as they used the toilet, brushed teeth and gathered clothing for the day ahead.
When they entered the kitchen a little while later, Henry was there. School was still out until the following day, so Sarah was still asleep upstairs but their darling morning person son was already up and had made coffee for his blonde mother and decaf green tea for his brunette mother as Regina had finally weaned herself completely off of caffeine, "Thank you, darling," Regina smoothed his bangs back and made a note to drag him into the barber soon.
Henry took in their somber demeanors and arched an eyebrow, "What happened?" The intuitive teen knew something serious was up. He'd been long asleep by the time they'd arrived home, but something was clearly happening.
Regina cleared her throat and met his eyes, "Last night at the New Year's ball we had a visitor from my past," Emma reached for her hand as she set a cup of the tea before the smaller woman, "You remember we told you about Mr. Retrice's experiments?" He nodded. For about two seconds, he'd been excited about the prospects of being able to move back and forth between realms, but quickly realized everything he'd have to give up to live in the enchanted forest. Regina took a deep breath and glanced over to hazel eyes, "The Queen came through, from the past when I was in a very bad place in my life."
Henry's gasp was palpable as he stared for a long moment, lost in thought, "What does that mean? Is she going to do something?" He sipped from his own cup of tea that he had discovered a taste for along with his brunette mother.
Emma cleared her throat then and stepped into the conversation, "She said as much, but what that plan is we don't know. She threatened an event today."
Regina interjected then, "We can't really take that a hundred percent serious. I often would make threats and then wait a few days, just to watch them squirm. Or once I'd made the threat of casting the dark curse at your parents wedding, it didn't go how I planned for it to and it took another few months before I was able to cast it," she groaned as she eased her tired body onto one of the stools, "At the same time, right now, her need for vengeance is great and I have no way of knowing if I've….she's...developed her patience yet to even be able to toy with us intentionally," Emma took a large swallow of her coffee as her head started to hurt from listening to the complicated diatribe.
"Are you sure it's safe to go to work?' Henry asked nervously, he set the mug down and leaned against the island as he studied his mothers.
Regina wondered when he had grown up so much. It seemed like almost daily that he was doing something new to display his ever growing sense of maturity. It was Emma that spoke up again, "We can't assume anything. Right now she doesn't know about the baby, we managed to keep your mom out of sight last night and we don't know how she'll react to the news," during her statement she had laid a hand against the swell of their child and stroked a thumb over taut skin covered by a deep blue silk shirt.
"We can't stop living our lives just because we have this new threat. In a way, that would be like her winning and I refuse to give into that fear. It was my biggest ally at that point in my time," Regina's tone was monotone and flat. She was their biggest asset in the Queen's appearance and they needed her knowledge of the Queen's innermost thoughts.
Henry nodded his understanding, "Can I do anything?"
Regina smiled and slipped from the stool to place her mug in the sink, "No, my Prince, not right now," she stood on her tiptoes while he bent down so she could place a kiss to the top of his head, "We'll let you know if and when there's anything you can do. In the meantime, be a teenager, don't live in fear of the what if's," she stroked his arm and gave him a reassuring smile. She turned to her wife then, "I'd like to go by the crypt on the way, take a look through my inventory for anything that could help," Emma nodded her agreement, planning for the Evil Queen took precedence over anything else.
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Snow waved to David as he pulled away from the front of the school. He'd insisted on driving her to work that morning and then picking her up when she was ready to go home for the day. Everyone seemed to be watching her, the assumption being that whatever was about to happen was going to happen to her, or at least to her first. There wasn't any school that day, but she and most of the other teachers were coming in to work on curriculum plans for the following school year. So after dropping Neal off at daycare, David had dropped her at the front entrance before heading into the station for a day of work.
The pixie haired brunette swiped her ID card, since school was out the doors were locked down and reliant on the relatively new security system of the school. She appeared to be the first one in and the hallways were still dim as no one had bothered to turn the lights up yet. A noise sounded down the hall from the other end of the school and Snow jumped, startled, she laughed at herself then. The doors had been locked and they'd long ago created a inclusive magic force around the school, fixing it so that only a select few could utilize magic within the walls. She was perfectly safe now that she was inside. Shaking her head at her nerves she continued on to her classroom.
She was still a little unnerved by the time she entered the dark, quiet room she taught her middle school class in. She set her purse on her desk, hung her jacket on the coat tree beside her desk and hung her hat over the top of it. She turned to her desk and stilled as a chill ran down her spine. She had the thought about two seconds before a familiar figure stepped from the shadows in the back corner of the room, of the approved magic users, Regina was one and if Regina was one, so was the Evil Queen. "Hello, dear," the raspy voice drifted to her across the room.
Snow grit her teeth to still their shaking. It had been a very long time since she'd met this version of her daughter-in-law, "What can I do for you, Re-" she found she couldn't say the name, that's not who Regina was, not anymore, "Your Majesty?" She finished as she pulled her cell from her purse. The Queen would have no reference for the technology of this world and Snow hoped that maybe she could get a message out to signal someone for backup. No such luck as the phone disappeared from her hand in swirl of purple and reappeared in the Queen's. She studied the device for a moment before throwing it away to smash against a wall.
"What can you do for me? You can die dear," a fireball appeared in her hand and she reared back to release it, before she could a mist surrounded her and her whole body froze, fireball and all.
Emma pocketed the now empty vial of squid ink and approached the frozen woman, "You ok, Ma?" She questioned her mother as she slipped a magical suppressant cuff around a tanned wrist. She shivered a little as chocolate eyes identical to her wife's shifted to stare at her, she knew it was a glare even if no other parts of her moved.
Snow nodded as she stepped from behind her desk, "How'd you even know to come here?" She wrapped her arms around herself and just stared, marking the differences between this version and the Regina of the here and now that she had never noticed before.
"Their magic linked, Regina felt it when she transported in a few minutes ago, we were at the crypt, the squid ink and cuff was a last ditch thought though," Emma next snapped a handcuff around one wrist and drew it slowly down behind the woman's back, careful to not hurt the woman, regardless of who she was, "What we're going to do with her now, is a mystery," she cuffed the other wrist after she drew it down, "Regina was clearing out one of her ante rooms in the crypt to turn it into a magic cell of sorts, it should hold until we can figure out what to do with her."
"It's a plan at the very least," Snow agreed as she shrugged back into her coat, work was clearly out for the day. "I'll come with you to the crypt and we should set up a rotation to keep an eye on her there."
Emma nodded, "Agreed, I still don't want her to see Regina until we can be sure that she's secure, I don't trust what she'd try to do the baby," her phone chimed and she retrieved it from her pocket, a message from Regina stating that she was ready and out of sight. "Hang on," Emma warned her mother as she pocketed her phone and grabbed a hold of the Queen's upper arm and laid a hand on Snow's shoulder, they disappeared in a swirl of blue.
Regina watched from the shadows of her crypt as her wife and Snow appeared. A still frozen Queen at her wife's side. A chill ran down her spine as she watched Emma push the woman into the small room the brunette had prepared. With practiced ease, the blonde aligned the crystals Regina had placed in preparation and with a wave of her hand, Emma activated the visible shield that blocked the entrance and slid along the wall until the whole room shone with a shimmer of magic. The Queen was starting to come to life, her head starting to move and her arms came around from where Emma had left them after removing the handcuffs.
David thundered down the stairs then, "Oh joy, the Shepherd," the Queen snarled as she stretched her aching joints from being frozen and Regina found herself sympathetic. She'd always hated squid ink. Her mother and Rumple had used it on her more than once to try teach her one lesson or another.
"Good job, that was quick," David congratulated them as he glared at the dark woman.
The Queen flicked a wrist, testing her new confines, a fireball fizzled in her hand before it was fully formed and she tried another time or two before giving up and flat out punched at the clear shield over the door, to no surprise it shimmered with the impact, but held easily in place, "Very clever… tell me did you have help with this?" The Queen gave a suspicious look, "Everything here is so different and Snow, dear, have you put on weight?" Snow frowned at the accusation but refused to rise to the bait, the Queen gave an arched eyebrow, "That portal I followed, it brought me to another time, not just another place didn't it?"
Emma couldn't help it and her eyes shifted to where she knew Regina watched them, hidden in the shadows. The Queen, ever observant caught the look and her eyes narrowed, "Come out, come out wherever you are," she sing songed, knowing now that somewhere in the room was herself from this time and place.
Regina stayed hidden but her voice drifted out, "Very good, your Majesty," she let her voice drop into its deepest, huskiest register, "What exactly was your plan anyway? Coming into my time and trying to fuck things up."
The Queen arched her eyebrow, she'd never been prone to cursing, finding the practice archaic and beneath her, "Same thing our plan has always been, kill Snow White and take vengeance on the death of Daniel," she lobbed another fist at the shield, growling when it achieved nothing. "I can see you've grown soft in your old age, if you're actually working with them," the Queen snarled angrily as she lowered herself to sit on the only piece of furniture in the room a tiny cot designed for minimal comfort.
Regina glanced around worriedly, concerned that perhaps the Queen could see her, she was in the shadows and well away from the doorway to the room they had her evil self locked in. She laid a hand on her belly, attempting to quiet the agitated child inside, "A lot has changed since I was you," she called out, watching as the Queen shifted on the cot, peering into the shadows, trying to find her counterpart, to see this new person she herself had apparently become.
"Nothing could ever change the fact that our true love is dead because of her!" The Queen spat the words out with every bit of vehement anger she had as she leveled a glare at the child who had ruined everything good in her life.
Regina began to pace in the shadows, still hidden but needing to do something, "Can you leave us, Snow, David? There are things that must be said and it's better if you don't hear them," it didn't escape anyone's notice that Emma wasn't asked to leave.
The Queen's eyes narrowed as she studied the muscular looking blonde. Her eyes traced over lines, ticking things off of a mental list of things she found attractive in females. From the biceps and defined shoulders straining the tan material of the interesting shirt, to the firm thighs and ass beautifully filling out the rough material of the worn pants she wore. Even the short, shaggy blonde hair set off a few different attraction points for her. "Who exactly are you, dear?" Her eyes narrowed as they caught on the simple platinum wedding band.
Snow glanced between the three women, "If you need anything, we're just a call away," a last, slightly uncertain look and they were heading for the exit, trusting her daughter and her wife to handle the situation.
Still in the shadows, Regina summoned the comfortable chaise that resided in their bedroom. She was going to be comfortable damnit, she watched the Queen hide a shudder at the use of their shared magic as she settled onto it. Letting the silence fill the quiet room, happy that her wife was maintaining the quiet stoic attitude she had going on. Regina found it rather attractive actually, she shook her damnable hormones away then, it was neither the time not the place to be imagining a different scenario where she tried to break the stoic blonde with sexual advances.
It was the Queen who finally broke the silence, "I asked you a question, peasant," she demanded angrily as she stood and began to pace the small room, the vein her forehead came into prominence and her eyes shone with the thinly veiled anger.
Regina chuckled from the shadowed position as she stretched her tired frame out and laid a hand against her belly, "She's a princess actually," she held back a grin when Emma twitched at the proper royal title. They didn't stand on anything royal here in Storybrooke, but she did occasionally like to torment her blonde wife as the blonde all but shunned any reference to her royal blood.
The Queen arched a perfect appraising eyebrow, "Looks closer to one of the filthy knights we have to keep around for appearances sake. Tell me, dear, is she as good in the bedchamber as she looks?" Emma twitched again and briefly contemplated joining her mother and father in leaving the two women to their discussion.
Regina gave a low laugh as she slipped easily into the roll, "Going back to the earlier question-"
She wasn't able finish before the Queen was suddenly bent at the waist, no small feet in her corset, and screaming in pain as she gripped her head between tanned hands, "What's happening?" Emma shouted over the screaming to her wife. This woman may not be her wife, but it was still hard for her to not feel anything at the visual of her in pain.
The screaming quieted and the Queen slumped onto the cot panting, "We can't both exist," both she and Regina said at the same time.
Regina took up the explanation as she sat up, swinging her legs off the chaise and straightening her spine with an audible crack, "Magic can only do so much. One soul can't exist twice in the same realm at the same time," she studied herself through the shimmering field of magic.
"Entropic cascade failure!" Emma excitedly spouted knowledge from her sci-fi tv show catalogue.
Regina bit back a chuckle at her wife, "Yes exactly, darling," she toyed with the idea of revealing herself, "We need to find a way to get her back where she belongs, in the past," she stood from the chaise and somewhere in the fog of her memories new ones started to form as she considered their options.
The Queen slumped back against the wall the cot was pushed against, it was the third event she'd experienced and the most draining so far, they were getting worse and she had no desire to keep experiencing it, one thing however hadn't escaped her notice, "Darling?"
Regina fidgeted with a button on her light green shirt, "You're about to learn a hard truth, dear," she took a deep breath and stepped from the shadows, "Daniel wasn't your true love," even after years of the knowledge, it still hurt to say the words. She had done so much in his name, to find out that it was all based on a girls idealistic dreams still smarted, "She is," she fully revealed herself as she laid hand on her swollen stomach and placed a calming hand on her wife's strong shoulder as the blonde tensed at her revelation, preparing to protect her wife and child should the Queen make a move on her.
SIlence reigned over the room as the Queen openly stared at her counterpart's pregnant belly, "It's a lie," the claim was whispered from crimson lips and the Queen brought a hand to her chest, feeling the pounding beat there as she watched the blonde look at herself with such love and devotion. "It cannot be, everything I have done, everything I plan to do…" her eyes turned a shade darker and they glistened in the shadowed lights of the crypt, "It cannot have all been a lie, it cannot," she all but growled the last as she continued to stare at the swell of child in her counterpart's body.
Regina smiled kindly at herself, she knew well, what wheels were turning. She'd long had the same thoughts since sharing true love's kiss with her wife, "The things we've done were wrong, but they got us to here, they got us to a point in life, where I am happy." She stroked her belly, smiling lightly at the kicking baby inside, "There are days when I regretted my deeds, but I cannot bring myself to do so. I cannot change the past, but I can accept it," she watched the younger woman watching her stomach with almost envious eyes and she made a decision, "Would you like to feel? You can't really feel anything yet, only I can when they kick, but you could have the connection?" It was a risk, but she knew herself, perhaps better than anyone and the emotion she could see behind dark glittering eyes told her it was the right thing to offer.
Emma stepped between Regina and the Queen, "Regina, you can't," she laid her hands on her smaller wife's shoulders and the brunette arched an eyebrow.
"Trust me, my darling," she raised a hand and stroked a pale cheek, balancing herself with a hand on a strong shoulder she leaned up and placed a chaste kiss to soft lips.
The Queen watched their interaction and licked her lips in nervousness, "Could I? You would trust me?"
Regina stepped around her wife and waved a hand, lowering the enchantments around the room, "In this moment? Yes," she stepped into the room and took her double's hand in her own, drawing it to her belly and pressing it against her stomach. The lower left hand side today and looked into chocolate eyes and they held eye contact. Emma watched warily, one hand on her sidearm. Although to do what, she wasn't certain. She didn't particularly like this, but she did trust her wife.
"Our future has hope," the Queen stared in awe at the swollen stomach she stroked, without warning her body started to fade.
Emma looked startled between them, "Uh, 'Gina?"
Regina smiled, "It's ok, Emma. Magic is a strange and wondrous thing, she's not supposed to be here," she laid her hand over the Queen's, "Her acceptance of herself, her true love for herself is taking her back to where she belongs."
The Queen smiled briefly, fixed a determined look upon her face, "You may not be able to change the past, but I can," and then she was gone, nothing but a whisper in the room.
The two remaining women shared a look, "What was that supposed to mean?" Emma asked, her voice laced a tiny bit a trepidation.
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Regina pressed her wife up against the door of their bedroom as she drew her into a heated kiss. After returning from the the crypt and deciding that another day would be a good thing after the drama. They'd retreated up to their bedroom under the guise of a nap. Even though Regina's wandering hands at lunch had left Emma no doubt what her wife really wanted. After the Queen had returned to her proper time and place, Regina had been filled with a sense of peace and contentment on a level that she hadn't ever felt before. New memories were taking shape in her mind and she remembered a sense of overwhelming hope and joy once she'd returned to the enchanted forest. Right now all she wanted was her wonderful wife naked and moving against her.
"Slow down, babe," Emma encouraged as she pushed her wife back just a little, removing her duty belt and backing them towards the bed, intent on giving the woman she loved what she wanted.
Regina pressed against her as she turned them and pushed her blonde wife onto the king size bed, "I don't want to slow down," she stripped the shirt over her head after loosening the top few buttons. Her black skirt pooled around her feet next and she tucked her thumbs into blue lace panties. Naked she crawled onto the bed, straddling her lover's clothed body as gracefully as she could at a little over 5 months pregnant. "What I want is to sit on your face," she palmed a small, covered breast as she rocked against her wife's clothed, muscled abdomen.
Emma groaned at the promise. They hadn't used that position in a while, and for the life of her she didn't know why since it was a favorite of both of theirs, "Fuck, yes," she encouraged as she tugged at tanned thighs, encouraging Regina to slide up and fulfill her own desires.
A sultry laugh at her wife's eagerness and Regina was sliding up to take her place as she taunted, "Someone's eager for their Queen's cunt I see," she supported herself against the headboard and lowered her body closer to her wife's mouth, stopping just shy of her destination.
Emma growled her desire as her lover hovered just above her. If she flicked her tongue she would graze her labia. She could feel the wet heat coming from the brunette and it set her mouth to watering when she inhaled the scent of her. She glanced upwards and suddenly remembered why they hadn't used the position recently. Part of it's appeal was the ability to look up and see her wife's face lost in ecstasy. Their growing child shut off that visual and all Emma could see a was rounded belly and the tip of swollen breasts. Regardless, her lover's dripping cunt was a mere inch from her mouth, "Please, my Queen," she husked as she wrapped her hands around rounded hips and tugged.
Regina gave a low hum and lowered herself down, groaning in bliss as she felt a hot tongue lap at her as she cupped her own breast with one hand, "God, my love. Take it, take me," she whimpered when lips sucked her in, suckling at her rigid clit. Her wife's sinfully talented tongue working slow circles around the tip. Regina cupped her other breast while her free hand buried in blonde hair and she leaned her forehead against their headboard. She did miss the full visual, but in a way it was almost sexier not being able to see more than the very top of her wife's blonde head as it moved against her.
A throaty, muffled groan left Emma's lips when her lover gripped her hair and started to rock against her, coating her face in thick arousal from her nose all the way to her chin. She loved the way her wife could demand her pleasure, taking what she wanted. She extended her tongue and held it rigid, letting her wife find it on the up and back down, the move brought an approving moan from her brunette lover and Regina started to move faster.
Regina gave a husky whimper as she slowed her movements, settling over the tongue and letting it slip just inside her tight heat. She ground down against the barely there penetration and groaned as the placement had Emma's nose nudging against her clit. Deciding she liked that she started to rock again, grinding down onto her wife's tongue and against her nose. "Fuck, I'm coming," she cried out as she jerked and shuddered into an intense orgasm that had her shooting down Emma's throat as the blonde swallowed hungrily, lapping at the swollen folds when Regina raised up just a little, mindful of the suffocating position her wife was in.
Emma hummed as she worked her tongue over and around her wife's reddened and arousal slicked flesh, cleaning her wife of previous arousal even as her ministrations created more. "Fuck you taste good," Emma mumbled into the swollen flesh as Regina started to roll her hips again.
A throaty hum and the brunette was moving down her lover's muscled body, "Your cock, darling. No time for the cuff," Regina found it slightly more awkward trying to slide over hard muscle and soft flesh when she was five months pregnant and slightly shaking from her previous orgasm. She managed though and gave a satisfied groan when her wife's hard cock was already waiting for her.
Emma furrowed her brow as she focused on maintaining the magic cock spell as her wife gripped her and drug the head through her dripping folds, nudging it against her clit and placing a firm hand between Emma's breasts as she started to pant just a little in anticipation. "God, babe...put me inside, fuck! Please?" She pleaded when Regina teased against her, letting just the head slip inside before returning to her teasing slide through her swollen sex.
"No, I'm enjoying my self," Regina smirked down at her and slid the tip inside again, she held it there, working her internal muscles around it, massaging at the head, reveling in Emma's pinched face as the blonde struggled to maintain her focus. They hadn't played this game in awhile and Regina found herself enjoying it quite a bit. She waited until her wife was right at that edge, bordering on orgasm and losing her focus. Just as she started to feel her wife's cock head swell just inside her tigh channel she slammed her hips down, taking all 8 inches of her, "Now make me come," she demanded as she started a hard rhythm that had her gasping for breath. She was flushed with heat from her face all the way halfway down her chest, she slipped hand under her swollen belly to find her clit and groaned into the room when she started to stroke over herself. Regina kept the other hand planted between small breasts and moaned as their rolling rhythm had her close to her next orgasm.
Emma clenched her jaw and held her breath as she pumped up into her wife, she gripped tanned hips and felt her facial muscles and veins pop as she forced her orgasm to wait for her wife. The tendons in her neck went next and she growled as she pumped faster, determined or desperate, she wasn't sure which, to get her wife off. She reached up and tweaked a nipple, with a keening wail Regina was coming with a gush of ejaculate, coating their still rolling hips in a slick sheen of arousal as they both heaved for breath. Emma cried out as she followed her wife into orgasm, her cock throbbing and jerking inside the hot cunt as she fill the tight space with her hot cum, spurt after spurt painting clenching muscle. Regina groaned and tremored through another small orgasm, her body starting to give out and Emma gently rolled them onto their sides in a fluid motion.
Regina yawned and snuggled into her wife's side, laying her head on a sweaty shoulder, seemed that nap would be happening after all. Emma smiled as she wrapped her arms around the smaller woman, letting come to rest on her swollen stomach. She grinned when she felt just the faintest flutter against her palm of their child stirring, their life might occasional get crazy and hectic, but together they could face anything. Emma placed a sweet kiss to her wife's forehead and felt herself start to drift off into sleep joining her lover.
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Regina smiled and stretched in bed, she yawned and snuggled further into the blankets, the birds were just starting to chirp outside and the sun was shining in through the window, eyes still closed she frowned, when they'd fallen asleep it had been maybe 2pm, not anywhere near evening and there was no way her bladder would have let her sleep that long. She reached for her wife's warm body, she found nothing but cold bed. She yawned and sat up, rubbing at her eyes and looking around the room, Emma wasn't in the ensuite it stood wide open and dark. Something was off in the room, she couldn't quite figure out what.
She sat in bed blinking for another few seconds, before everything clicked. She threw the covers away from her body and frantically covered her flat stomach with hands. She wasn't pregnant. The room was different because it was as though Emma never moved in. She was out of the bed and moving out of the room when it felt like her head was splitting open, Regina bent at the waist and cried out, gripping her head between her hands as memories assaulted her.
After returning to the right time, she'd never cast the curse. She'd felt such a sense if hope that she hadn't been able to take her father's heart. Had decided that if her future could happiness she could find it also, some other way.
The agony in her head started to clear and she was aware of the doorbell going off repeatedly, of someone pounding on the door. She was moving down the stairs at a jog as she recognized her wife's voice yelling for her through the heavy wood. Another memory flash and she screamed as it took over her. She faintly heard the door splintering open, she felt strong arms wrap around her and she cried into her wife's shoulder as the headache faded and she came back into herself. "Mother," she gasped. In her memory she'd seen Cora casting the curse. Regina gripped at her own chest and gasped for breath, in her memory she'd seen Cora ripping out her heart and using it for the curse, wherever they were, whenever they were, the her that originally lived here was dead. Used by her mother to enact curse she couldn't herself.
Emma felt her blood run cold at the utterance of the Mills Matriarch, she really disliked that woman. She held her wife tight as Regina calmed and relaxed in her arms finally.
"Well, well, well. Another day, another darling daughter come to visit," they both looked up, Regina a fireball in hand and Emma pulling her service weapon that she had tucked into her pants when waking up in the loft apartment. Cora stood the front doorway surveying the damage done to her doorway. Why the alternate versions of her daughter and lover wound up here was beyond her. At least it was another Savior version she really couldn't stand the versions that showed up with that damned Robin Hood.
A/N: And you all probably thought I ended the Evil Queen arc to easily and too soon lol I wanted to play a little with her emotional state and the next chapter will play around with that a little. I just want to say I have new respect for the writers that play with alt timelines and time travel, it's hard! Hopefully I don't screw it up to badly :)