ahhh i'm so relieved you all like the twist! I debated on a few different ways to go with Snow's plan so i'm glad you all are into this one. here are some of the answers you're looking for :) pls review and let me know if you're confused by any aspect of the plot and i'll try to elaborate in the next chapters xxx
"I'm sorry, it's not you, I just..." David couldn't explain it and he instantly saw the irritated expression on Snow's face when he shut her down. She withdrew her hand from where it played with the edge of his boxers, sitting up in their bed to glare at him. He desperately wished he was in the mood just so he could avoid this argument; but it wasn't happening for him.
"What is wrong with you?! You've been impossible all week," Snow gritted through her teeth. She had not foreseen David being disinterested in her sexually when she cast the curse. He was her husband for years, after all, and they'd never had this issue before.
Everything was as she wanted it, except for this. In her curse her husband was mayor, they lived in a mansion, the people of the town were all happy and Regina was an outcast. None of them had a clue that only a week prior their reality was entirely different. Her curse had even changed their memories, making them all think that Regina had failed in her initial curse and that is how they lived happily while she suffered her own misfortune.
These idiots had no clue that Regina had actually stolen years of their lives with her curse. Snow was a unsung hero, working on refining her newly acquired magic and giving up Zelena's wand to Rumple, all to create this alternate reality where the people were all obliviously content. And how is she repaid? By an impotent husband and a town budget that gave her a headache.
"I don't know, Snow," David groaned frustratedly as he sat up, running a hand through his hair, "I'm just not feeling right this week. I don't question you when you have a headache," He frowned at her. Why was she being so hard on him?
"Come on, you're always wanting sex and now you don't? You've been distracted all week, I basically had to run the town meeting the other day because you were staring off like an idiot!" She snapped and got up from the bed, pacing around their large bedroom. At least Regina had impeccable taste, their room was like a sanctuary despite the tense situation.
"Will you get off my back?!" David raised his voice in frustration, throwing the covers back on his side of the bed before hearing a startled cry in the other room.
"Nice one, Charming," Snow smiled fakely, crossing her arms, "I do believe it's your turn."
He frowned at her but was relieved to get away from her for a moment, making his way out of their bedroom and down the hall. His daughter was standing up against the railing of her crib, her pouty bottom lip sticking out and a large tear rolling down his face. Her soft black curls were mussed from sleep and he could tell she was only half awake.
"Come here, baby," David smiled to himself at how adorable she was even when upset, scooping her up into his arms, wrapping them around her tightly holding her to his chest. She tucked her arms to her chest and nuzzled her head into his neck, relaxing completely against him.
He kissed her head, breathing in the lavender scene of her hair, "Did daddy wake you?" He murmured with a frown as he stepped over to the rocking chair, sitting down gently to rock her back to sleep.
David had to find out what was wrong with him before he went crazy. Before Snow went crazy. He couldn't help the feeling that something was off, but he couldn't pinpoint what it was. It put him on edge constantly and feeling confused as to why he would question his seemingly perfect life. Then there were the dreams...Tilting his head back against the rocking chair, he allowed himself to remember them and his heart constricted.
He'd lived here in this home that looked exactly the same. Neal and Violet were still his children, but Henry lived with them for some reason. One larger aspect was very different in his dream, as well. Memories of making love to the Evil Queen flooded his mind and he swallowed hard. She hadn't seemed like the Evil Queen, she was much more warm and inviting, especially the way she smiled up at him when they moved at a slow, intimate pace.
The other odd part was unlike other dreams her had, he remembered every part of these. They stuck in his memory like something that had actually happened instead of something his mind had conjured while asleep. He wondered for a moment if this was some sort of spell the Evil Queen was using to toy with his mind. When he'd seen her at the town hall she'd refused to look his way. Maybe she was messing with him and didn't want to give herself away?
Hopefully he could shake the odd way it had him feeling soon. Every time Snow tried to come onto him lately he was brushing her off, making up excuses because all he could think about was the Evil Queen underneath him, looking up at him with such love. Being affectionate with his wife suddenly did not feel right anymore, as crazy as it seemed.
He realized his daughter had fallen back to sleep when he glanced down at her, so he rose from the rocking chair slowly and tucked her back into her crib. She was growing so quickly it made him a little sad, for she preferred crawling and eating baby food over bottles and being held now. He smiled as he watched her sleep and all of his irritation faded away. Quietly leaving the nursery he glanced towards his bedroom, hesitating on what he should do. His desire to avoid the awkward tension won out and he ended up slipping downstairs for the den. Maybe after a few drinks and some television he could sleep without dreaming.
A strangled moan escaped her lips, feeling strong hands pull her thighs up higher against his sides as he pistoned in and out of her. Regina put a hand behind her on the table in her vault, giving her leverage as she pushed and rolled her hips up to his thrusts, her other hand gripping his neck to make the task easier. The lights were dim and there was no other sounds besides heavy breathing and moans.
Her stomach coiled as she got closer and closer, looking up at piercing blue eyes watching her intensely and giving him a breathless grin. They were both stark naked, sweat beading at his brow and her own hair sticking against her neck at how hard they were working at release. She squeezed her thighs around his sides, moaning again as she leaned back flush against the table, feeling him jerk her hips tighter to him with a groan.
"Fuck, David," Her voice was hoarse as her hands gripped the edge of the table on each side of her hips, turning her head to the side and closing her eyes tightly as her body started to tighten, her clit throbbing, both of them dripping wet from her arousal. She caught him smirking at her when her eyes opened slightly as he pushed her thighs towards her chest, making her gasp and moan louder, her knuckles turning white from her grip of the wood underneath her.
"Just let go, Regina," He beckoned her, his hips pounding against hers as he moved his hands down her thighs to grip her ass. Her back arched when he gave it a squeeze and tilted her hips up to push deeper. It was just the two of them, in their own little world down in her vault. She let her head fall back with a moan as she let go of the edge of the table with one hand, bringing it down between her legs to stroke her own clit. Never had she been so bold with other partners to openly touch herself in front of them, but she felt so comfortable with David.
He groaned loudly in response and she knew he loved it. Loved her. Nothing had ever felt so right than the connection they shared. The way she felt comfortable being brazen, the way she moaned and pleaded, the way she looked up at him with love in her eyes and saw it reflected when he looked back at her. The intimacy made her stomach coil tighter and she stroked herself harder, her lips parted and face flushed as she locked eyes with them, knowing they were both on the verge-
The loud clanging of the door above her vault startled her awake, nearly causing her to fall out of her chair at her position at her vault table, having fallen asleep with her chin propped on her arm. She quickly realized what she had been dreaming about and frowned deeply, worrying she was losing her goddamn mind at the fact that she was disappointed her sex dream with Prince Charming had been cut short. But more importantly, who the hell had the nerve to come into her vault?
She stood suddenly, feeling anger surge within her at the interruption and the invasion of privacy. The needy slickness between her thighs did nothing to calm her mood as she stormed across the floor towards the steps. At that moment, the gangly teenager of Emma Swan's rounded the corner, his eyes growing wide with surprise when he saw the Queen glaring at him.
"What do you think you're doing?" She snapped, putting her hands on her hips and burning a hole through him with her angry stare. He was intimidated, she could tell by the way he took a step back and swallowed hard. Good, serves the little shit right.
"I-I was just exploring, I didn't know anyone was down here," The boy stuttered and gripped the straps of his backpack as if he were about to take flight.
"Do you think it's respectful to go exploring around a graveyard? This is a place of rest for the dead, not your personal playground," She grit her teeth, "But speaking of playgrounds there's a lovely one by the shore I bet you'd love," She smirked to herself, enjoying the evil joke herself. Nobody else in this town had a goddamn sense of humor.
"I should get going, my Mom will be looking for me," He admitted with a guilty expression and it struck something inside of Regina. For a moment his face looked so familiar and she stared at him in confusion as she tried to sort it out in her mind. Sure, she'd seen him around town with his obnoxious family, but something...something made her feel like she'd seen that look before. She watched him take advantage of her hesitation to run back up the stairs and swallowed hard. What in the hell was happening to her?
"Cheese fries," Granny smiled, putting the plate down in front of David as she brought out everyone's orders at the diner. His family ate there every Wednesday and for some reason instead of a decent meal, he found himself craving the greasy cheese covered french fries his wife was snarling her nose at.
"Thanks Granny," He glanced up at her with a smile before reaching for a napkin.
"Grandpa gets to order junkfood, why can't I?" Henry joked with a roll of his eyes as he sat across from David. Emma and Killian sat on his side of the table while Neal and Snow sat to David's left, and Violet's high chair was propped up to David's right. His daughter had been fussy since she'd started teething and his wife's patience was wearing thin by the time the evening rolled around, so he'd taken over baby duty for the night. He didn't mind, though. He found Violet irresistible even when she cried.
"Nice, Dad," Emma laughed with a shake of her head before picking up her grilled cheese.
"Like you can say anything," David raised an eyebrow and grinned.
"Aye, she eats like an unsupervised lad at a birthday party," Killian joked and gave Emma a nudge to the side that she responded to with playful, narrowing eyes.
"Honestly David, you're going to have a heart attack if you keep eating like that," Snow chided disapprovingly before taking a bite of her salad and looking at him with a judgmental gaze.
"I'm not that old," He guffawed before looking at his daughter who giggled at his reaction, "You stay out of this," He smirked and ran a hand over her hair, glancing up when the bell over the door rang. The sight of the brunette that appeared in the doorway made him swallow hard and shift in his seat. Damn dreams.
Regina felt all eyes turn on her as she entered the diner, just like anytime she would show herself in public. They all stared as if she were some kind of monster or zoo animal on display like the village idiots they were. But right now she was hungry and she'd be damned if she'd let these people treat her like a second class citizen.
She gave a quick scan over the room as she began to make her way towards the counter to order, her anxiety skyrocketing when she saw David sitting at the table with his family. He looked at her too, for a brief moment, before casting his gaze back down to his plate. Then there was Snow staring daggers at her, of course. The bitch had it out for her, not that she didn't have reason to, but it was starting to get annoying. She had done nothing to provoke or harm a hair on any one of these commoner's heads.
Pride got the best of her and she lifted her chin in defiance as she started to pass their table, not giving a second glance their way before the sound of something dropping in front of her feet made her look down and stop suddenly. She frowned at the object in front of her boot, realizing it was a baby rattle. Typical Charming brat, throwing something at her when all she was trying to do was keep to herself.
"If you don't mind," Regina said testily with an annoyed expression as she reached down to pick up the child's toy, "I'm trying to walk he-" She swiveled to return the rattle to it's owner, looking down to see the Charming's youngest in the high chair staring up at her. Something startled her about the dark haired little girl. She wouldn't call herself a kid person, but the child was beautiful. The baby's arms reached up instantly at the sight of Regina, cooing and smiling in an attempt to be picked up. Her lips parted slightly as she stared at her in surprise and awe, feeling her heart constricting with warmth that confused her.
David watched the odd exchange happening between the Evil Queen and his daughter in disbelief. Violet was acting as if she knew the woman personally and had spent time with her. He didn't notice Snow's eyes narrowing or the shocked expressions on the rest of his family's face, he was too mystified by the effect that the Queen seemed to have on his daughter.
"Here you go," Regina's tone was much softer as she snapped out of it and quickly handed the rattle down to the baby, who discarded it on the tray of her high chair and shot her arms up pleadingly again. The Queen surveyed the confused expressions at the table, her eyes landing on David who looked back at her with something more in his eyes when she found him watching. She swallowed hard as they stared at one another for a few moments and she knew they'd never looked at each other like that before.
"Thank you," Snow's clipped tone brought them all to attention and Regina looked back at her with a frown. She could tell there was no merit behind the words. It served more as a dismissal from her ex-step daughter who clearly did not want her presence at their family dinner.
"Teach your children some manners, would you?" She snipped in an attempt to deflect from the strange moment she'd just had with the child before quickly making her way over to the counter. She really had to learn to cook something other than apple turnovers and lasagna so she wasn't forced into these situations to cure her hunger.
"Boy it's a good thing you don't have children," Granny looked at Regina over the rims of her glasses when she sat down. Great, another pain in her ass.
"Watch your tone with me, wolf," She gritted out, the comment getting to her more than she cared to admit. There was something in that baby's eyes that made her feel a longing she'd suppressed for years. Nothing like that would ever happen for her; the Evil Queen was not a family person.
"Who says you aren't improving? The Evil Queen I know would've pinched a baby's head off for less," The wolf prodded her again. There was only so much pushing she could take before she exploded and the awkward moment with David's family already had her on edge. Why did everyone insist on coming after her?
"I did not come here to chat, wolf, I came here for dinner now are you going to shut up and serve me or not?" Her voice raised and the older woman put a hand on her hip in defiance. This had turned into a battle of the wills, for she knew the old mutt was just as stubborn as she could be herself.
"Not with that attitude, I'm not."
Regina's blood was boiling at that point and she stood, leaning over the counter to sneer at her, "Who do you think you are acting like you're better than me? You're a dog."
"Is there a problem here?" Snow White suddenly appeared and Regina had to physically clench her fist to keep from sending her flying onto her ass. Of course she would insert herself into this situation. She was the beloved hero of Storybrooke, defending the good people and all of that utter bullshit. Placing herself in other people's business was what Snow was best at, especially if it meant having a chance to put her down.
"No, dear," Granny crossed her arms, "Just letting the Evil Queen know I don't serve murderers in this establishment."
Even though she did not care what these people thought of her, the comment felt like a blow to the gut. She did carry guilt over the innocent lives she destroyed. It was buried deep, but it was there. She'd tried so hard to behave lately, to stay away from the people of this town and mind her own business. She'd only come in here for dinner, for god sake. Now it had turned into a chance for hypocrites like Granny to publicly shame her with her past sins.
"Regina, I think you should leave," Snow said in a firm tone with a nod towards the door, the high-and-might attitude oozing out of her.
Regina glanced between Snow and Granny, struggling with the urge to turn them both to ash. All eyes in the diner were on the Queen, waiting for her to show the slightest sign of violence so they could drag her out and burn her at the stake. She was highly aware they were all waiting for her to display her true colors and she refused to give them any ammunition. "As you wish," She hissed with a glare at the both of the fools before squaring her shoulders and storming out of the pathetic establishment. Looks like she was skipping dinner tonight.