Title: Venom

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Chapter: 2

Pairing: Emma/Regina

Warning: Non except graphic mature content

Copyright: Characters still not mine.

A/N: Hello guys! Since you were very nice (thank you for that!) and wanted continuation of the story, I decided it's worth a shot! I can't say I am very satisfied with this chapter, it's kinda long so it was even harder to check and fix it so I bet you will find tons of mistakes, I apologize for them in advance. I am still very new in this whole writing thing, don't be hard on me, I am trying my best!

And before you punch me for the first part of the chapter, let me say that I am trying to make this story at least a bit complicated and interesting. Things probably are not where you want them to be right now but remember this is a Swan Queen story after all.

Anyway, enjoy!

P.S. Hope you like it :)

P.P.S. Merry Christmas to all of you! Stay blessed and happy!

Chapter 2: Intruder

Emma was staring at people in front of her. She was bored and annoyed. It's been almost 2 hours since they started the dinner and it seems it has no end.

"You ok?" the voiced pulled her out of her thoughts.

"Yeah, fine. Just tired I guess. It's been a long week," she tried to smile to the man next to her. She was right when she said he was a good man. He was. And he totally didn't deserve what she was doing to him. Last time, it was the last time, she swore to herself hoping her willpower will be strong enough.

"Listen… I know you have been through a lot lately. Not even lately, the most part of your life. And I just want you to know, I appreciate the chance you gave me. And I won't fuck it up again, I promise." He was really determined to make it right this time, she knew it and it was making the current situation even worse.

"I know, Neal. Me and Henry, we both do," she sighed. "And what happened to Hook back there, it's not your fault. I know you are still thinking about it. He knew it's dangerous and he was willing to try. It just all went wrong." Emma looked at Henry who was sitting across the table near his grandfather and chatting with Snow. He was cheerful and excited. Happy kid. He enjoyed having these family meetings, enjoyed being the part of this big, as it seemed, happy family. "He is worth of it," she finally said again pointing with her head on Henry. "He is worth of everything I ever had or will have. And he definitely was worth of the chance we gave to each other and…"

"It didn't turn out that bad, isn't it?" he finished for her.

"It didn't," she smiled. "The wedding is in 2 months, I can't truly believe it…" she was staring at Neal trying to imagine him being her husband in less than 2 months. She couldn't imagine being his wife. She couldn't imagine herself being someone's wife at all.

"I know! Can't wait to see your wedding dress. Your mother says it's very fairytale-ish. I am marrying a real Princess, can you imagine that?" he tried not to laugh at this state. He was teasing her in purpose, knowing how sensitive she is about all this fairytale stuff.

"Oh, shut up!" she hit his shoulder. "Let's see what you will be forced to wear," they both were laughing now. She finally felt calm and relived and it seemed what happened between her and Regina a few hours ago never happened at all.

She was naked sitting on top of him in her bed, in bed that was going to become their marital bed very-very soon. Moving her bare core along his member she could feel his erection picking out of his underpants. He was eager just of the thought being inside her. He still wanted her after all these years, she was still the same desirable, even better. She was bold now and able to say her desires loud. And this fact was turning them both on even more.

"I want to fuck you," she whispered in his ear. It made him chuckle.

"Hmm, I always thought it goes otherwise. But you wouldn't be so predictable, wouldn't you?" he teased her. Both of his hands were on her hips trying to position her on the place he needed her the most.

"Eager," she whispered in his mouth taking it rough in a hungry kiss the next moment not even waiting for the obvious answer. He felt her moving faster now, wet with her natural moisture, spreading it along his underwear and abdomen.

"Fuckk, Emma," he breathed out trying to lift her up and freeing his rock-hard member. She was standing on her knees with the crown of his hard cock teasing her entrance and then with one quick push he entered her tight warm core and filled her from inside. She gasped out from pleasure and straightened herself freely riding his cock. She was now moving fast, trying to get him as deeper as possible, it almost hurt every time he would slam himself into her but it was a pleasant pain and she needed it.

They kept going as she was scratching the skin on his arms and torso and trying to banish hateful brunette from her head but still when she was nearly on the edge, the only thing in her mind was this woman with her legs wide opened and Emma's own hand fucking her deep and hard so the moment she came she was only hoping that her mouth won't betray her screaming Regina's name from her lungs.

It's been 3 days, 4 hours and 36 minutes since the last time Emma saw Regina and it was driving her mad. In fact she saw her on Friday, she was dropping Henry to Regina's place but she only greeted her and said she would pick him up on Sunday so it didn't really count it. Regina was cold and distanced referring to her as damn "Miss Swan".

It was Sunday, 11.30 pm now and she was sitting in her bug, completely drunk and senseless starring at the white mansion in front of her. Henry was staying with Neal tonight so this night was the worst. Her and Neal, they would having sex every night starting from Thursday, she still could remember the feeling of him being inside her but despite this, it wasn't enough. It was great at first, they would fuck till exanimation, she would come two or even three time for a night but it always felt like she is missing something. She couldn't even come the last time. She woke up all in sweat and horror last night as she dreamed about Regina. Her olive soft skin, dark and hard brown nipples and full half-opened mouth when she moaned, gasped or screamed - it all stuck in her head. She felt sick and awful feeling of guilt was eating her from inside. The image was so vivid, Emma wanted to scream from anger. She could feel her panties wet, almost soaked and blood wildly pumping in her head. She woke Neal up, frustrated and desperate, and tried to release herself in sex with him but no matter how she tried, no matter how good in total it felt, she couldn't come and she wasn't even nearly satisfied. It felt like she was a junky currently experiencing withdrawal.

Taking the last gulp of whiskey in her hand she decided it's time. But when she got herself from the car, she realized how drunk she really was. The head was buzzing and the lunch was stuck somewhere very near her throat. It's fine, she thought. Perhaps the short walk to Regina's house will make me sober. The night was dark and chilly but she couldn't feel it, both her mind and body were in fever. She felt whiskey pulling her down. Come on, Swan, you can do it, she thought pressing the doorbell button. The house was swallowed in silence. The whole neighborhood was swallowed in darkness and silence. It clearly didn't trouble Emma because she pressed the doorbell again and again a few moments later. Is she sleeping or just ignoring night visitors? Maybe she saw my car and don't want to see me? Idiot. She scolded herself. What if she with someone out there? She felt like vomiting but tried to calm herself down. Don't be an idiot, Swan.

"Regina!" she knocked at the door loudly. She could swear she wasn't that drunk as her voice sounded. She probably could be heard far from Regina's mansion. "Regina, open the fucking door!" she yelled and when she was already finishing the sentence, the door finally swept open.

"What on earth, you think you are doing!" Regina was staying there, barefoot in silk black nightgown barely covering her body. Her hair was tossed and she was shivering from cold night air. She was angry. Emma clearly woke her up.

"Ohh, what a delightful view," she finally spoke laying her eyes on Emma. "I wonder how you even managed to get here. Were you crawling on your knees to get here from your car?" she wrinkled her nose in disguised.

"Don't be rude, Re-gi-na" Emma was drawling. She was finally staying next to this woman she was dreaming all days and nights above. She could see her nipples, hard from cold air, through her nightgown no matter how much Regina tried to cover herself with her hands. She knew Regina could see her hungry starring, going down from her breasts to her hips and long toned legs barely covered with her clothes.

"Where is my son, Miss Swan?" she asked crossly. Dealing with drunken Sherriff, starring so shamelessly on her, definitely wasn't something she wanted to do right now. "Did you live him alone in your apartment so you can get drunk in the middle of the night?"

"Pff, hes with Neal, relax..." she was still drawling. "You know why I came?" she said lifting her hand to stroke Regina's cheek. Regina slammed her hand away. "Always so touchy," she giggled. "I missed you," she finally said and it probably sounded as the soberest part of her performance tonight.

"And I didn't miss you," Regina stressed. "Get out of my porch. You disgust me." She was trying to close the door but suddenly was stopped by Emma's leg. It came as surprise how quick Emma's reaction was even in her current state and the next moment Regina remembers, Emma is inside her house pressing her hard against the wall. She could feel Emma's heavy drunk breathing on her face. Their lips were nearly touching and this kind of rudeness could be arousing at another time.

"I am not going anywhere, Regina. Not until I get what I want." She pressed petite brunette against the wall even harder. Their bodies were now touching and Regina could feel cold denim and leather on her bare skin.

"What is what you want?" The question was stupid because she knew the answer.

"You know what I want," Emma apparently knew that too. "I want you. I want you to pull your nightgown up, to lower your panties and to open your legs for me, Regina."

Regina chuckled. "You are out of your mind if you think I will allow you to touch me in your condition! You are out of your mind if you think I will allow you to touch me ever again at all! You made yourself clear the last time. Get out now." She tried to push Emma away but failed. The blonde was clearly much stronger than her. She was tempted to use her magic and to throw impudent blonde away but she knew Henry will never forgive her. If he gets to know, of course. And he almost always gets to know.

"You loved the last time, Regina, didn't you?" Emma grinned at Regina's attempt to push her away. She knew Regina will never use her magic on her and she also knew Regina is physically smaller and weaker than her even in such state. To be honest she could feel the buzz and sexual frustration making her even stronger. "You were moaning so nicely," she finally opened her mouth again. "Wiggling in my hand. I bet your pussy was sore even the next day." She was speaking into Regina's mouth, touching these sinful red lips and then licking them slowly from one corner to another. The upper one first, slowly, enjoying every moment of it. The lower one came second. Regina moaned and inside Emma celebrated her first victory. Regina can say anything she likes but her body will betray her sooner or later. She saw Regina is starring at her, frozen in her place. There was no fear in her eyes, only anger and irritation. If only she could use her magic…

"The thing is, Re-gi-na," she had weakness of spelling this name, it was rolling so smoothly from tongue, she could feel it becoming material, "you have only two possibilities here." Her hands were now brushing Regina's bare hips, going up almost touching her panties. She could feel Regina's tense. "I am touching you right now, right here, with your permission or not or you are the one doing it."

"Touching you?" Regina's wrinkled nose showed all the disgust she felt imagining herself touching this almost drunken till death body.

The Queen always such a Queen. Emma felt hurt by Regina's disgust look but could barely imagine really forcing Regina to touch her against her will and then another idea crossed her mind.

"No," she grinned, "yourself. You will touch yourself. And I will watch you."

"You are insane!" with that she finally managed to push Emma and tried to get away.

Once again, Emma reacted fast and grabbed her pushing against the wall once. "Don't play with me, Regina," Emma was getting angry. She was pinning her whole body to Regina, one of her hands went to the gentle neck in front of her. She squeezed it a little, not too hard to hurt it but hard enough to show her she is not here to joke. Regina choked. "Now be a good girl and do what you are asked to."

Regina hesitated. She couldn't understand how she is getting into such humiliating positions all the time lately. She was avoiding the blonde successfully for the last 3 days not being able to hide the disappointment of what happened that time. She was humiliated and hurt. And this hurt was exactly what she didn't want to admit and even less to show. Emma fucked her and walked away like she was some kind of a whore. She wanted to touch Emma, more than that, she wanted to make love to her, being able to kiss and touch her in the most intimate ways. She gave herself to Emma and Emma rejected her. And it hurt. Now she was just angry. She barely could find peace for the last few days and to block that evening from her memory, saying that it was nothing meaningful. And here she was again. Staying in her hall barely dressed with the blonde asking to do such thing. The worst part was that she found the whole idea arousing as hell. She knew Emma wanted her, she knew it the moment she opened the damn door. And this thought was making her crazy. She was always attracted to Emma but since they became intimate, it went out of the control. She couldn't restrain her wishes and her desires. She craved being touched by her and she craved to touch her. She was ashamed of this feeling. She hated herself for it and hated herself for not being able to resist. Her feelings have always been the root of her problems…

"Regina," Emma's voice was threatening and brought her back to reality. They were still breathing the same air. "What's your decision?"

"Maybe you can give me some space so I can give you what you want," Regina hissed, her voice full of sarcasm.

Emma grinned. She was excited understanding what Regina meant. "Good girl," she murmured stepping away to be able to see everything Regina is going to do.

With "Fuck you" Regina lifted her nightgown a little and slid the right hand inside her panties. She was wet and she hated it. Even this idiotic ministration with the blonde made her wet. It was sick.

"No-no, not like this," Emma said. Regina was starring at her in confusion.

"Pull your nightgown up and hold it with your other hand. And pull down your panties. I want to see exactly what you are doing."

"Dirty animal," Regina growled but obeyed. She pulled her panties down and lifted her nightgown up, exposing flat, toned abdomen and the strip of black neat hair going deeper into her womanhood.

"Yeah, yeah, like that," Emma managed to spell the words but she was barely sane now. The sight in front was completely maddening. "Open your legs wider," her voice was now husky and trembling. Stay fucking calm, Swan. "You can touch yourself now."

Regina's lips became one thin angry line as she brought her fingers to her sex. She didn't want to give the blonde this satisfaction and she knew she could at least play with her. She knew how she affected the blonde and she was going to use it. Her middle finger was now playing with her clit, wet and hard. She opened her legs even wider so she could give herself better access (and better view to this arrogant creature in front of her) and slid the finger deeper straight into her core. She couldn't contain deep moan from pleasure and closed her eyes.

"Don't. Close. Your. Eyes." followed immediately. Fuck you, she thought as she opened her eyes only to see green and hungry almost animalistic eyes. Two fingers now were teasing her tight entrance and she couldn't handle herself and moaned again. She stroke the full length of her sex – from her entrance to her clit, still not going inside but enjoying and teasing herself from outside. She was so fucking wet and it felt so damn good even with this idiot being drunk and brazen, she still wanted her more than anything.

Emma's mind was going crazy. She assumed she soaked both her panties and her jeans and she just wanted to pull her pants down and touch herself. Not yet. "Show me how wet you are for me, Regina." She wasn't sure how she was able to spell it. She expected Regina to refuse the request as always but the brunette brought her wet hand from her sex almost immediately right into her mouth and she sucked it hard. And it felt so fucking good. It was still the same taste she remembered. Intoxicating, tart and bitter sweet. Driving her even closer to the edge of insanity. She was licking these slim fingers clean and it felt like the best thing she ever tasted in her entire life.

"If you are done, I would like to continue. I don't have the whole night to entertain you." With that Regina brings her hand back to her clit and starts to rub it harder than before. Her hips are moving faster and she can't help herself and stares at the blonde. Her entire sex is dripping now, she arches her back and moans deeply.

And Emma can't stand it anymore. She quickly takes off her jacket and comes closer almost brushing the hand with one Regina is touching herself. Regina's eyes widen when she sees the blonde lowering her jeans and sliding her right hand into her panties. She sees this overwhelming pleasure in green eyes and swallows coming moan with her own mouth. She slides her two fingers deeper and enters herself as deep as she can, because she knows if stays on the bunch of nerves, she will come immediately. Emma starts to circle her clit and presses herself against Regina's hand as they move synchronously. They became one. Emma can feel Regina's hand slamming hers every time she is going in and out and it feels like Emma is fucking Regina and even better. She can't believe how wet Regina is, she can feel her hand and both of her hips wet and it makes her own moisture increasing several time. Regina's other hand goes on Emma's shoulder, foreheads pressed together and lips almost brushing. And they both know, she gave up. There is no anger or irritation in black eyes, only uncontrolled desire.

"Em-maa," the soft gasp escapes hot mouth and she understands Regina have lost her last nerve already and so did she. They have been there in this point already so many times - the moment of total madness. When the world spins around wildly and then stops. Nothing else matters. Nothing else exists. They both could die right now being absolutely happy.

"Hush baby, just keeping doing it, ok?" Regina nods and growls from new wave of pleasure and they keep moving faster. Their hands slam each other even harder and more often. Emma rubs her clit harder and Regina does the same. The blonde can feel legs twining around her waist and preys to have enough strength to hold her with her body and one hand. She buries her head between the brunette's neck and shoulder and sucks this sweetest pulse point. Regina gasps out, her heart is beating like crazy, Emma feels it and sucks even harder. Regina will definitely kill her the next day for marking her but right now… she couldn't even care less.

They both could feel each other trembling, realizing that they are almost on the edge of pleasure. Movements become chaotic and less steady. Emma is pushing Regina deeper against the wall and they both groan, their juices mixing now.

"Em-maa, Em-maa," Regina is almost there, her eyes widens as she is moaning into Emma's mouth.

"Fuck, fuck," Emma is almost screaming now from pain and pleasure, trying to catch her breath, Regina is scratching her shoulder and neck, she is hurting tender pale skin but she doesn't care. She is almost there and she knows by another quick breath and breathless swearing, Regina is near too. Just a few flicks, a few movements, a few pushes and their muscles tense even more and they are both coming hard, shaking and screaming each other's names.

They are all mess now, still moving violently, pressed to each other closer than ever. It felt like nuclear explosion between their sex and it felt unbelievably good. Emma finds hot and dry from screaming mouth and kisses it deeply - pushing her tongue deep inside, brushing and shoving Regina's one, both challenging and enjoying her. She is finally satisfied, she feels so complete, she wants to scream from joy and pleasure.

"Why are you grinning like idiot?" Regina pulls away a little, charming and nice as always, her voice still being hoarse.

"I just got what I wanted," Emma grins even wider.

"What is what you wanted?" And they both know the answer.

"You."