A/N & Warning : Rated M Alert. No kids allowed.
Chapter Three:
13 years ago
Fairy Tale Land
Enchanted Forest
It was a trying few days, but eventually a formal request for marriage was sent out to the kingdom of Valentia from the Enchanted Forest. An acceptance was received almost immediately. The announcement of the engagement was sent as far as the Southern Isles and talked about for weeks. To say the townspeople were stunned was an understatement.
It took eight weeks to plan what was surely to be the biggest wedding the realm had even seen. Because the two kingdoms had been opposing, their allies were different. This meant twice the number of guests. Luckily, any resource that one kingdom lacked, the other had in spades. Despite the White Queen's hesitance, she had to admit her daughter did make an excellent choice in spouse, economically speaking.
Snow White spent every available moment drawing up the treaty agreement. She couldn't have told Emma, but she was sure this marriage was not going to last. Something was not right about Cora's quick acceptance of Emma's offer. Her daughter may have been in love, but Snow White was not an idiot. Cora had wanted access to the Enchanted Forest from the moment she had married King Henry. Every threat, demand and notice that came from Valentia was from Cora, no matter what the signature said. The Queen of Hearts was ruling, not her husband.
Snow drafted up the agreement, adding in a clause that ensured that any dissolution of the marriage was considered an annulment, and negated any and all claims from Regina to the Enchanted Forest, and vice-versa. The only legitimate heirs to either kingdom would be the respective princess and legitimate offspring. Henry and Cora agreed with no argument. With the formalities out of the way, Snow White prepared to paste a false smile on her face, as she felt she was giving her daughter away to the devil. She had to have a plan, something in place to protect her daughter and her kingdom.
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Regina paced in her dark chambers; the only light was coming from the fireplace. This wedding was a bad idea. It was a horrible idea. King George and Prince David in the same room? All 12 of the princes of the Southern Isles in the same building as Queen Elsa? The differences in the Enchanted Forest and Valentia were becoming apparent day by day. Even if they were going to end their issues, their allies weren't. This wedding was a war waiting to happen. She had spoken to her mother about it that afternoon, but the Queen assured her that everything was going to go as planned and she didn't need to worry.
"I can hear you thinking from down the hall," Emma said stepping into the guest chambers that her fiancée was occupying. Regina had been staying there for a week, preparing for the wedding.
"Emma you shouldn't be here. The wedding is tomorrow."
"You really believe in that superstition?"
"I'm a witch."
"Point noted." Emma stepped up to her fiancée and pulled the nervous woman into her arms. "You are way too stressed for a blushing bride. What is going through that beautiful mind?"
"Emma I am giving you an out right now. You can call off this wedding, this engagement, and I guarantee you that neither Valentia, nor any of her allies, will retaliate."
"What? What are you talking about? I'm not calling off anything." Emma pulled her fiancée to the chair by the fire. Sitting down, Emma pulled the frantic woman on to the lap, wrapping her arms around Regina's shoulders. "Tell me what's going on love."
"This is crazy Emma; there is no other way to describe it." She pressed into the blond, laying her head down on the woman's shoulder. "We can't marry. It's unthinkable"
"What we have Regina, this is what people look for forever," the blond muttered. "This is what it's like when two people are meant to be together. That doesn't mean it going to be easy. But I'm ready to start forever with you."
"I just looked at the guest list. We had to spend two weeks just on seating alone so as not to start the largest war the realm will ever know. What kind of marriage is that? Not only do our families dislike each other, our guests have tried to murder each other. Every kingdom invited has been at each other's throats. And our marriage is supposed to fix all that."
"It's not about them. It's about us."
"No tomorrow is about them. It's about presenting to the realm the future rulers of Valentia and the Enchanted Forest. It's about Princess Regina and Princess Emma marrying, brokering a treaty that the United Kingdoms were unable to enact since their existence." Regina could feel tears coming on. "Our wedding day is one big political alliance. We give our vows, thereby offering the kingdoms a gentle peace. If anything ever happens to one of us…."
Emma continued stroking the dark hair that was falling across her shoulder. She knew how Regina felt. Their entire relationship was built on the fact that when they were together, they weren't royals. They were just themselves. And now, on the day that they were supposed be celebrating that relationship, it was turning into the very thing they despised.
"Get up." Emma said, gently pushing the brunette off her lap. "Stand up."
"Wha- Emma!" Regina said indignantly as she was removed from her comfortable spot. The blonde pressed her hand to the older woman's mouth. The White Princess squared a shoulder as she looked down at her attire: loose breeches and a ragged blouse that probably should have been thrown out months ago. Regina on the other hand was still in her gown from earlier. A long fitted gown; black with diamonds going from the collar down her sternum and onto her waist. It was perfect.
"I, Emma, Daughter of Queen Snow White, first of her name and Prince David, of the Enchanted Forest, take you Regina to be my lawfully wedded wife," the woman said with a smile creeping up on her face. "I vow to love you till my last breath, unconditionally. I promise to use my arms to hold you, my legs to stand for you, my hands touch you, my lips to kiss you and my eyes to see you, the real you. I promise forever to use everything I am to love all of you. Every second of everyday you will never wonder, because my time will be spent on you. For you and only you. I take all of you as my wife. Your good days, your bad ones because we know you have them. I promise to take the things that you find questionable about yourself and cherish them for eternity. "
"Emma-" the other woman whispered.
"Do you, Regina, Daughter of King Henry, first of his name and Queen Cora, of Valentia take Emma to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Emma had to bend her head to look into the tear-filled eyes of her fiancée. "Do you?"
"I do. I know I am far from perfect, but I promise that will walk through any tempest to make sure you are safe. I promise to always see you for who you are. I promise to hold you in my arms and call you mine forever to make sure you never forget it. I promise that you will never feel alone, not a single day that I am with you. I swear I will stand beside you every day in your life. I will be your strength and your voice when you don't have it. I will be your faith when you lose it. You have seen the best in me when no one else has, not even my parents. From the moment we met, you have been the light in this dark heart. You are the truth throughout all the lies that have made up life. I promise to be all that for you and more."
Emma wiped away Regina's tears, and more than ever she wished she had the rings they were exchange tomorrow. It didn't matter whether the clerics deemed it or whether there were witnesses or not. This was their wedding. Not the pony show and fair they were attending tomorrow. No, this was them, Emma and Regina.
"Then by the power vested in me as heir of the Enchanted Forest, I pronounce us: wife and wife." Emma didn't wait a moment before pulling Regina into her arms and kissing the woman with all the passion she could. She placed both her hands on the shorter woman's face, angling the delicate chin up, so as to deepen the kiss. Regina opened her mouth to the unspoken request and accepted the blonde's tongue between her lips, gently sucking on the soft muscle.
Sharp nails gripped the back of Emma's peasant shirt as the blonde used her tongue to stroke the inside of the Dark Princess' mouth, searching out each and every pocket of flavor that was Regina. Feeling the need to breath, the brunette broke the kiss, only to feel soft lips begin to trace their way up from her lips, to the side of her jaw, and down to her neck.
"Emma….Emma," she called, her fingers pulling at the taller woman's shirt. "We need to stop."
"Why?" Emma replied breathless.
"Because…well…because we aren't supposed to…."
"We're married Regina. I don't care what their rules are. We are married and I am done making us wait." Nodding, Regina pulled the woman back to her, crushing their lips together. Her hands loosened their grip, trailing down strong shoulders to a thin, but muscled back. She sucked Emma's bottom lip into her mouth, nibbling at the plump flesh. She could feel one of the blonde's hands stroking the center of her back, the other palming her backside, squeezing and massaging the firm globe.
"Oh gods," she muttered into the blondes mouth. Emma wasted no time in using her free hand to undo the zipper that kept the painted on dress covering the skin she was desperate to taste. She spun her wife around, kissing the exposed skin before licking down the sorceress' back as every clink of metal exposed more skin. She kissed back up, nipped at the woman's shoulders, before pushing the expensive gown and corset down and off Regina.
"You are beyond beautiful," she whispered mostly to herself, turning her wife back around. She had seen Regina clothed and had often marveled at the woman. She could have been wearing dish rags and still looked lovely. However tonight, illuminated by nothing but the firelight, she was ethereal.
Regina pulled them together again, aggressively kissing and biting at the blonde's mouth. She ran her hands up the sculpted abs she had touched, but never had the pleasure of seeing.
Stripping the blonde of her shirt, the brunette pulled them both down onto the soft rug in front of the fireplace. The sorceress rolled them over till she was on top, finally able to gaze upon the body she'd spent many nights caressing. The blond was soft, yet she could see the planes of muscle with each breath she took.
Regina ignored her hesitation, and licked across the muscles on display. She ran her tongue across the planes of Emma's abdomen, enjoying the moans and gasps as she made her way up to two small breasts. Capturing one nipple between her teeth, she bit down gently, and then laved her tongue around harden pebble.
"My gods Regina, what are you doing?"
"Hush my love." The brunette continued her ministrations, switching to the left mound. With every swipe of her tongue, the body beneath her trembled. Hands were now running through dark hair, pulling the brunettes mouth firmly to Emma's breast.
Regina trailed her kisses back down the blonde's torso, licking and biting as she went.
"Um, Regina," Emma murmured. There was no denying that what the woman was doing felt good, but as the kisses began settling by her waist and she felt her pants being undone, she had to question. "Regina what are you doing."
"Do you trust me," Regina asked, removing one boot, then the other.
"With everything."
"Then trust this." The brunette quickly rid the body beneath her of the pants, throwing them onto a pile comprised of the discarded shirt and gown. Lying back down, Emma could feel soft lips making their way up her legs, and between her thighs. With each touch, she could feel tension spreading to every muscle in her body.
And then she felt it.
A soft press of lips to her womanhood.
"Regina…" she whispered. The brunette answered with another kiss and then another. This time she could feel a tongue added to the kiss. It was unlike anything she had ever felt. With each kiss, Emma could feel the tongue sliding into her body, till it seemed to be stroking parts of her she didn't know existed. "Regina…."
"I love you," the woman murmured into Emma's sex, kissing her again, before spreading the soft pink lips, and running her tongue up to the small button of pleasure. The woman beneath her gasped, and Regina held onto the trembling thighs as she repeated the gesture. Regina could feel the wetness beginning to spill from the innocent body.
"R-R-Regina," the blond moaned, her hands pushing the head into her core, as every pass of the woman's tongue sent tendrils of pleasure throughout her being. The tension that was there earlier seemed to increase, pooling into her abdomen with Regina's touch. She could feel as Regina pulled the hardened nub between her lips and sucked as Emma moved her shaking legs up and onto the brunettes shoulder.
The brunette sat up, staring into her wife's eyes as she ran two fingers through the wetness she'd created. She crawled on top of the blonde; her fingers were poised at the entrance.
"I love you," she whispered. Using her free hand, she pulled the blonde's mouth to hers, sliding two fingers into wet heat. Emma gasped into the kiss, parting her lips, allowing Regina to push her tongue into the blonde's mouth as she pushed her fingers into Emma's body, stroking the woman's insides.
"Oh my gods!" Emma said, head falling back at being filled for the first time. "Regina."
"My love," Regina whispered against the blonde's throat, kissing the soft skin while moving her fingers gently. The warmth that surrounded her fingers didn't compare the warmth that filled her heart as she heard her name being called out. The dark woman was becoming entranced by the sounds coming from beneath her. The soft gasps and deep moans pouring from her wife's mouth. The breath that seemed unable to be caught. The sound of short nails scratching at her scalp.
Emma tightened her fingers around the brunettes neck, rolling her hips to match the speed with Regina had begun to thrust into her.
"P-Please," she said, not knowing what she was begging for, but whatever it was, she knew she needed it. At her words, the brunette sped up, curling her fingers with each pass. "Yes, yes!"
Regina continued kissing the soft neck beneath her lips, ignoring the burning sensation in her forearm as she pushed deeply. She could feel the trembles beginning, as she was met with more resistance with each thrust. She trailed her kisses back up to the blondes jaw and over, crushing their lips onto each other and aggressively shoving her tongue in the blonde's mouth.
Scrambling for some control, Emma released the death grip she had on the rug's edges and held Regina's head still, biting and sucking on the brunette's mouth. She could see the swirls of purple magic ricocheting through the sorceress' eyes. She moved her hips faster, increasing the pace as a sweet bliss began to overtake her. With each thrust, a white hot spark of delight hit her, and she held onto her wife.
Emma had so many questions, but her mind couldn't articulate them as Regina curled her fingers a final time, using the base of her hand to stimulate the blonde's seat of pleasure.
With a final plunge of the witch's fingers, Emma's body stilled briefly before arching off the rug, her muscles contracting and squeezing Regina's digits as an inhuman wail erupted from the White Princesses throat. Regina sealed her lips over Emma's to muffle the sound, causing the woman to bite into the brunette's bottom lip, piercing the skin. Soft moans and grunts flowed through the room as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled though the princess.
Regina slowed her stroking, allowing the blond to come back down from her high. She peppered the woman's brow with kisses, as the grip on her hair loosened and the body beneath her stilled.
"That was…" the blonde started, still not opening her eyes. "I can't believe we never did that before." Regina just grinned as she carefully removed her fingers her wife, licking them clean. She rolled onto her back, pulling the younger woman into her arms.
"Well, we have the rest of our lives to do that whenever we like. Well until we have children, then we'll have to make the time."
"Have you thought about that," Emma whispered, stroking the soft skin between Regina's breasts. "our children."
"I guess, in an abstract sense."
"A boy or a girl?"
"It doesn't matter. I know a boy is better for the throne, but a girl would be nice." She began tracing invisible lines on her wife's back.
"Yeah, I want a little girl, who looks like you. All dark hair and eyes." Emma smirked.
"Ah," Regina said, slapping the blonde's bottom. "You want me to carry the child."
"Sure. We can talk to the blue fairy," Emma said sitting up slightly. "Using light magic we can create a little you and a little me. But I want her to look like you."
"And what would you name this little Dark Princess?"
"Evelyn. Evelyn, daughter of Queen Regina and Queen Emma, first of their names, of the United Kingdoms of the Enchanted Forest and Valentia."
"And if we have a boy?"
"I don't know," Emma said lying back down. "Maybe you should name him."
"Henry, after my father, David after yours. Henry David maybe."
"I like that."
"King Henry, second of his name." Regina smiled, but realized there was no answer. She looked down, only to see the blonde's eyes closed and her chest rising and falling evenly. She knew Emma couldn't stay the night, the scandal would be too much, but she could rest a while.
"I promise Emma," she said stroking through messed blonde curls. "No matter what happens in this life or the next, I will always love you. Nothing will ever stop that. And should you ever leave my side, as long as there is breath in my body I will come for you. Until my heart beats no more."
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It was hours later that the obviously disheveled White Princess awoke and tip-toed out of the guest chambers, never noticing the surprised eyes watching her, nor the devious smile that erupted on the voyeur's mouth.
A/N: So this was my first time ever writing a SwanQueen intimate scene. Was it ok? Let me know so I can…um never do it again if I crashed and burned that badly.