*note: WARNING: slightly graphic contents, reference to abuse, assault, rape.
Chapter 16:
His glass was empty. Again.
He brought it down with a loud thump on the wooden bar counter.
"Another" he demanded. The bartender filled his mug.
The warm liquid fizzed as he brought it up to his mouth, drinking deeply from the mug. Alcohol burned down his throat, quenching his thirst.
Boston was exactly as he remembered- busy roads, bright lights, wild nightlife- all looked just the same. He had to ask around and wander a bit before he found this old bar. Hidden away from the main streets, behind closed factories and a cheap dance club, this place was perfect for blending in.
He walked out of the pub, light headed as alcohol took its effect on his body. Hookers were lined up all over the dark alleyway. Streetlights were never bright enough in this part of town.
He didn't bother with hookers, they were too eager, too experienced. Boring.
He liked fresh meat. Unsuspecting preys. He enjoyed their muffled screams, their pain, and their feeble attempts at escaping his predatory clutch.
He had roamed around from city to city-hunting. Unsuspected. Under the radar. He walked with the shadows, hiding, waiting patiently. Always knowing there'd be one. There was always one. Just for him.
He would always find one exactly to his liking. Shopping or drinking late into the night. Never too worried about shadows lurking in the parking lot, or in the park or in dark alley ways such as the one he was walking tonight.
He was fast. He was brutal. He was a shadow entering their bodies, using them to his liking. He hurt them until their pain mixed with their helpless screeching drove him towards his edge.
They never saw his face.
Suddenly he saw a figure stumble out of the dance club. Under the gloom of the neon lights he could see the innocence reflect through the small form. Alone, she walked towards a parked car only a few feet across from him.
There was always one. Always.
He smiled as blood rushed to all parts of his body, intoxicating his senses, his weapon twitched within the front of his jeans.
His shadow lurched forward.
Water slowly ran down their naked bodies. Emma sighed.
She was facing the shower walls, arms stretched on either side, as soft hands worked on her back.
Regina finished running the scrub down her form, covering her in white soap suds. Her palms gently massaged Emma's shoulders.
"mmm…."
Regina pressed her body into her back, her arms reached around Emma's body to pull their wet, slippery forms closer. Her hands trailed up Emma's chest, massaging her breasts, then moved down to rub around her hip muscles.
I'm in heaven.
Emma nearly purred in absolute bliss as Regina's lips brushed the back of her neck, and her teeth gently scraped over the skin there. Long fingers loomed dangerously close to her soft folds, where she ached for her girlfriend's touch. Regina's hands rubbed her thighs, moved up her stomach, cupped her breasts, kneaded them, and then moved back down towards her hips.
Her abs contracted in anticipation each time Regina's hand moved around her body. Emma couldn't take her teasing any more.
She turned around under the soft spray of water and reached for Regina. Her hands grabbed on to the swell of Regina's hips and thrust them forward. Their bodies slapped together as Emma hungrily kissed her lover's soft lips.
She kneaded the firm flesh under her palm, rubbing, squeezing.
"mmh!"
Regina gasped into her mouth as her hand playfully slapped her bottom, Emma smiled at the soft sound. She slapped the flesh again making Regina push into her even more.
"Are you ready for me, baby?" Emma murmured into her ears as Regina humped down her front, trying to rub her heat against her body.
"You first" Regina smiled. She dropped down between Emma's legs; parting them with her hands she moved her face closer towards her slit.
Emma's closed her eyes. She laced her fingers into Regina's hair as her wet tongue buried deep inside her, lapping hungrily.
Regina wrapped her full lips around her clit and sucked. Emma tightened her grip in those tangled wet strands. Regina's breath was hot against her skin. She sucked her roughly, lapped with her tongue, then sucked again. She continued for what seemed like a sweet eternity to Emma.
Emma shook, gasping with her back against the tiled wall, as her insides clenched around her lover's tongue and Regina eagerly drank her wetness.
"Your turn" she smiled as Regina kissed up her body. She picked her up by her waist and pushed her roughly against the tiled wall. Regina locked her legs around her hips as her fingers entered her wet folds.
"Oh god…" Regina breathed into her shoulder as Emma drove roughly into her, rolling her thumb over her lover's clit.
Emma pushed deeper into Regina, her heart pounding within her chest as she saw the most erotic fantasy play out in front of her. Dripping wet, gasping, breasts sticking out bearing proudly peaked nipples- Regina was working her hips on her fingers, taking their entire lengths inside her, slipping out then pushing forward again.
"Emma…em-..oh…unnnh…"
"Baby…" Emma breathed in Regina's ears as her body rocked beneath her arms, moaning as her orgasm washed over her body. Her fingers felt deliciously wet between Regina's legs as the brunette quaked from pleasure.
Emma pulled her fingers out and tasted her lover on them. Regina smiled and wrapped her arms around her neck, pulling her closer for a kiss.
"I just want to bend you over on that bed and-
Regina stopped her with another kiss, her hands pulled up the zipper at the front of her pants.
"We're heading off to the park with Henry, remember. He's looking forward to his sports lessons"
"Oh right…right…" Emma muttered.
Regina moved on to slowly buttoning her shirt.
Emma loved it when they dressed each other back up after sex. There was something extremely intimate about the way Regina carefully pulled her clothes back on her body-buckling her belt, holding the shirt open for her as she put her arms through then buttoning the front- while she was still very much naked. She finished with a soft kiss on her lips before Emma returned the favour.
She helped Regina into her dress and zipped up. Her necklace, which she had carefully taken off before they stepped into their afternoon shower, was still sitting on top of the dresser. Emma carefully put it around Regina's neck. She left a kiss there before stepping away, but Regina grabbed her arm.
"My bracelet. On top of the dresser." she smiled.
Emma reached for the silver jewellery she had bought for Regina a few months ago.
"I never leave without it" Regina whispered as Emma finished securing the bracelet on her wrist.
"Really?"
"mmhmm." Regina murmured, kissing her softly, "I'll go and see if Henry's ready yet, ok, hon?"
"Alright" Emma nodded as Regina left through the bedroom door.
Suddenly a thought occurred to Emma. She could get Regina something else.
A ring.
She couldn't get the thought out of her head. The three of them headed out the doors of Regina's house, she drove them towards the park, helped Regina spread out a blanket on the soft green grass- all the while her mind kept bringing images of a ring, of music, of flowers and of Regina.
She'd be a bride…my bride…walking down the aisle…towards me…
mmm…
The thought was overwhelming. The image in her head made her heart ache with need. Emma wanted this so much it nearly made her breathless.
She kicked the soccer ball across the field and Henry chased after it as her mind played the little scenario over and over again.
Emma looked over towards Regina who was cheering for Henry. She winked at her.
She'd think I'm crazy for even considering it…took me ages to just get her to open up to me…
Is it even normal, to think about your girlfriend this way after it's only been six months…?
She wondered then shook her head at her own silliness, as Henry raced to get his soccer ball.
He spotted them from his place under tree.
He always felt the need for a nice long sleep after his nightly expeditions. A homeless shelter or park bench was good enough for him. He could remain a shadow this way, even in the bright light of day.
He had just finished his last cigarette when he saw them walk into the park. The blonde with her arm over the little boy's shoulder, the other around the brunette's waist.
It was the brunette who caught his attention.
He couldn't believe his eyes. Regina Mills.
Last time he'd seen that woman was years ago, his first prey, the only one to ever see his face, know his name. He remembered her, begging, rolling over his feet for mercy as he unleashed his wrath upon her, his weapon drilling inside, his hands pounding every inch of flesh within reach.
I destroyed you…
And yet here she was, laughing with the blonde, whooping as the little boy moved around with his soccer ball, playing- as though he had never touched her, as though he never existed in her nightmares.
How dare she?
His blood boiled furiously as her laughters rang through his ears. He had snatched her happiness away, drained her soul dry over the years.
All his work was for nothing. There were no signs of suffering on her face.
The boy came running, stopping only a few feet away to kick his ball back. He caught a glimpse of the little one's features.
The boy had his eyes.
His heart thumped within his chest as realization sunk in.
She kept this from him. She never said…his own son…
Rage. It bubbled inside his head. But there was also a soothing sense of relief.
He breathed heavily in anticipation. He will punish her for her mistake, for keeping the boy from him…for surviving…
There was always one. He always found one to his liking.
She will be next.
*note: We're treading darker waters. The story only gets heavier from here. I promise there'll be a swanqueen happy ending, no doubt about that, but just like every other story, every other relationship, they've to go through certain hardships, learn together...have faith in me folks...you'll see...
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