A/N: Lesbian sex ahead. If you're not into it, stop reading when things start heating up.
Robin was considered a hero by many so seeing him behind bars was strange. Regina knew from experience that villains were the ones contained and the hero's were the ones that celebrate. There would be no celebration here because, in this rare occasion, a hero had taken the life of a (reformed?) villain.
As she sat directly in front of his cell, his eyes burning through her, she couldn't look back. She had to stare at the concrete block wall. At one point, his face would have brought up happiness and contentment. Now, she felt shame. He had been her soul mate. He went back to Storybrooke because of her. Maybe she should have left him in New York with Zelena, as it seemed that those two had fallen. Yes, she had been pretending to be Marian but he had to know, deep down he had to notice differences. Then, even after she revealed her true identity, he hesitated to go with her. Regina now knew he should've left them hours away from Storybrooke so that they couldn't hurt Emma. Because that's what the murder of Hook did. Emma was crushed.
She knew she should feel anger, betrayal, or something about his death but she didn't. Hook had hurt her several times and, for her, his death had no direct affect. But Emma was upset so she was upset. If Robin hurt the pirate, he had to be punished.
"Regina—" Robin whispered, hoping to only garner the brunette's attention, as Emma searched for a camcorder to record the questioning. No such luck.
"Hey! Quiet!" Emma roared from her office. Regina peaked at the man, who was still staring at her. She gave him a sad smile, trying to communicate how his actions have affected her life, which was really all about Emma and Henry at the moment.
"Regina, please, help me," Regina gave a succinct shake of her head but he continued, "I love you."
Regina tensed before letting out an incredulous bark of laughter that caught Emma's attention. The blonde stopped her rapid movements, turning slightly to listen to what was being said in the other room. Robin gaped, that annoying sanctimonious look on his face that made him look extremely unattractive.
"You loved me so much that you came to check on me everyday when I locked myself in my home? No, as I recall, you were at the asylum with the mother of your child. I'm sure you remember her. She's tall, redheaded, my sister. Ring a bell?" Regina stated sarcastically and Emma allowed a victorious smile to appear as she strolled towards the cell with a camcorder in hand.
"Alright, Hood, as I set this up, I want you to sit," Emma transported a metal chair that had previously been in front of her desk into the cell, "on that chair, facing Gina."
"Can I have a moment with… Gina?" Robin asked, his tone a bit aggressive, and Regina glared at him. She suddenly realized that she hadn't informed Robin of their breakup and her love for Emma.
Regina looked at Emma pleadingly and the blonde groaned before backing up a few steps. It was good enough for the brunette woman, not so much for Robin, who was glaring at the blonde. Emma didn't even pretend to not be eavesdropping.
"Robin, I feel that we allowed the pixie dust to force us into this relationship and move way too quickly. We hated each other in the Enchanted Forest before Zelena's curse and I wasn't attracted to you then. I only became interested when I saw your tattoo. I think, if I hadn't seen that tattoo, we would have never dated." Regina cleared her throat as Robin's face scrunched. How unattractive.
"Regina, we had a connection—" Robin began but Regina was quick to cut him off.
"You're right, we did, but was it authentic and natural? I don't think so. I think we let an old pixie dust decision force our union but we didn't realize that when the dust matched us, I was a different woman. I was depressed, trapped, resentful but still pure. I'm not that woman anymore, at all. I've done horrible things, I've had horrible things done to me, and I have changed so much. I don't think we're compatible."
"What're you saying?" Robin whined. Goodness, what did she see in him? He was a man-child.
"We're breaking up," Regina looked over her shoulder at the blonde woman, "And I'm in love with Emma."
The blonde smiled but her joy was interrupted by a deep scoff, "You're not gay! Come on, Regina, we love each other!"
"It has nothing to do with gay or not. I'm in love with Emma," Regina scrunched up her face with aggravation, "But I don't think that should be your biggest worry right now."
"Yeah, Hood, get in the damn chair." Emma growled but internally, she was so damn proud of her girlfriend. Robin complied angrily, throwing his body into the chair contemptuously. Regina scooted over and allowed Emma to place the camcorder stand in front of Robin, catching his face perfectly through the bars of the cell. Emma pressed record, checking for the red light three times to make sure, before sliding a chair next to the device and plopping down unceremoniously.
"So, let's make this easy. Just tell us what happened." Emma stated stoically and Regina nodded at the man, who wasn't taking his eyes off his the brunette. It was really pissing Emma off.
"Robin, please, just tell us the truth." Regina stared him down with that Evil Queen expression. It makes everyone fall to his or her knees, even Emma. But Emma would be on here knees for a different, sexier reason. The blonde couldn't contain the shiver that ran from head to toe.
"You want the truth? I love you! I'm not going to let this woman corrupt you! We belong together!" Robin howled, his face doing that unattractive thing again. Regina began to notice that he wasn't good-looking a lot of the time. Huh, the things you notice when you take off the blinders.
Regina was rearing up to respond calmly but Emma exploded, "Corrupt her? We're in love and you're a killer! The fucking nerve!"
"Stop! Both of you!" Regina yelled, her voice hard, "A man lost his life and we're arguing about something that has already been decided. Robin, I love Emma. She and I are True Loves and I plan to spend the rest of my life with her. So back off because this discussion is closed, over, done! Tell us about Hook!"
Robin let out a shaky breath, slicking his hair back with trembling hands, "We were at the bar. He was… being disrespectful towards you, saying you ruined his life and that the citizens should ban together and get their long awaited revenge. He was planning to hurt you, Regina! I was protecting you."
"Don't put this on me! I could've protected myself. I don't need a man to do it for me." Regina scoffed before motioning with her hand for him to get on with the confession. Emma blew out a frustrated breath, hating that Robin most likely planted the guilt into Regina even if the brunette seemed unaffected.
Robin sighed, "I confronted him at the bar, told him to stop and threatened him a bit. I didn't plan to follow through—"
"But you did?" Emma tried to move the confession along. She wanted to go home and just be with her girlfriend, without the darkness and extenuating circumstances. She wanted to snuggle and make love and talk. She wanted to forget Robin and give Hook justice. She wanted to move on, past this, so that she could start building her future.
"He was cocky and laughed in my face," Robin spit, his anger finally rising, "so I followed him to his grimy boat and into his quarters. I wasn't planning to hurt him but we started arguing again and he wouldn't stop. So I grabbed a heavy candlestick and, God, I hit him on the back of the head. He fell and never got up. No matter how hard I tried, he wouldn't wake up."
Emma dropped her head, her chin grazing the area above her breasts, and rubbed her eyes. Regina reached out and stroked her muscular thigh, hoping to convey support. The blonde let out and deep breath as Robin rose from his chair and began pacing in the cell.
Regina stood, made her way to the blonde, and whispered in her ear, "What happens now?"
Emma hopped up slowly before leading her lover into her office and shutting the door, "We officially charge him and… we don't have a prison and we can't keep him here."
"Using our magic, I'm sure we could build a small prison near the station. I think the asylum is getting a bit crowded and it could bring more jobs for the people. What do you think?"
"That sounds perfect. But, right now, I want to go home." Emma sighed. Regina pursed her lips and nodded.
"Alright. We'll start tomorrow then. Goodnight." Regina turned and Emma scrunched her brows in confusion.
"Wait! I meant home as in the mansion. I want to go home. Wherever you are is where I want to be. You are my home now." Regina's resulting smile almost blinded the blonde and Emma subconsciously patted herself on the back. The brunette had never felt needed or admired. Not since Daniel but Emma was like him in so many ways. The most important was the way they loved her: unconditionally. Regina hadn't felt so safe in decades and she had to contain a sob.
"That sounds great." Regina laughed merrily and Emma stepped forward playfully, pretending to be unbalanced, before laying a sweet kiss to her lips. They heard, but did not acknowledge, Robin's groan and whine.
They were naked, pressed together, and placing occasional sweet kisses on different parts of each other. Regina sighed, looking into Emma's affectionate eyes.
"Are you okay?" She asked, raking her fingers through Emma's blonde hair.
"I'm conflicted, really, really, conflicted." Emma whispered, her eyes closing as the pressure of Regina's fingers against her scalp increased.
"How so?" Regina patiently waited as Emma collected her thoughts. The blonde felt a burning sensation behind her eyes. She cursed her emotions and looked up towards the ceiling to try to quell it.
"Hook was good to me. I liked him but I didn't love him. I felt like I had to, that's why I said it. I feel like we would've been great friends. There's one thing that I haven't been able to shake," Emma sucked in a large breath, "When I was the Dark One, the darkness made me hate him. I couldn't stop thinking of him strapping you down on that metal table, leaving you for dead. I wanted to hurt him, maybe even kill him. Once the darkness was gone, those feelings of resentment lingered. He could have taken you from me. But he was changing and I liked him and he's dead. I'm sad but I'm angry with him too. Does that make sense?"
"Emma, anything you feel makes sense. But I'm right here," Regina placed Emma's hand on her chest, allowing the woman to feel the thump of her heart, "and, unfortunately, he's not. He and I made a lot of mistakes in the past but we were trying to be better. He did not deserve this and it's okay to mourn the loss. I've forgiven him for it, you can too if you'd like."
Emma nodded, running a finger down to Regina's right breast, swirling around the nipple. Regina gasped as Emma whispered, "I love you and we are going to move forward as best we can."
"I love you too and things can only get better, right?" Regina smiled lightly; trying to change the mood from the somber tone the conversation had taken. Emma chuckled.
"I hope so. Although, if you remove the murder and Robin and the darkness, this week was amazing. We finally came to our senses, we're together and happy, Henry and my parents are happy, and we discovered that we're True Loves." Emma gripped Regina's chin and shook it playfully. Regina smirked as she slapped the hand.
"There was a lot of ups and downs but it was well worth it, dear." Regina scooted closer to the blonde, mushing their breasts together and forcing Emma to remove the finger that had been stimulating the nipple. The blonde whined teasingly but Regina cut her off with a kiss. Emma laughed into the lip lock, the vibrations tickling their tongues.
"Do you have a naughty drawer?" Emma quirked her eyebrow impishly, her smirk made her look like a villainous cartoon. The brunette couldn't stop the snort that rose from her lungs.
"I do. Are you asking for something in particular?" Regina's tongue swiped across Emma's jaw and the blonde moaned.
"A strap on." She watched as Regina's eyes darkened and her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip. The brunette stood, plucking a key from her bedside table, and walked over the locked chest at the end of the bed. She opened it within seconds and lifted a large, purple dildo with a leather harness. Emma groaned. Regina Mills holding a dildo equals sexiest thing ever. Regina hopped back on the bed, tossing the items in between them.
"Who's wearing it?" Regina purred and Emma snatched the harness and dildo, assembling and sliding it on without preamble. It was snug and pressed on all the right places. Regina pushed Emma onto her back and wrapped her hand around the base.
"Watch me," Regina purred, and Emma's eyes fluttered down to stare at the woman, before taking the dildo into her mouth. She pushed down to stimulate Emma's clit, receiving a deep moan. After a minute of sucking and licking, the toy was thoroughly coated and slick, "How do you want me?"
"God, in every way. But right now, on your back. I've never really done this before." Emma watched as Regina flopped onto the bed, placing a pillow behind her head.
Regina saw Emma's hands tremble and was quick to reassure her, "You'll be fine. Go slow and we'll communicate what we like and don't like. Don't worry Emma, I'll still love you even if you suck."
Emma snorted; feeling the pressure melt away and the desire for the brunette grow exponentially. Emma placed a long kiss on Regina's lips before traveling lower, giving each rosy nipple a quick lick and tug before continuing. Emma leaned in and gave Regina's slit a thorough lick, savoring the taste. She then rose, aligning their centers and dragged the toy across the slit to gather essence on it.
"Ready?" Emma asked and received an eager nod. Emma kissed Regina's jaw before placing the tip right in front of Regina's wet hole. She pushed in slowly, wanting to give the brunette time to adjust, but Regina bucked and took the entire length like a champ. Emma groaned as she stared at their connected pussies.
"God Emma, please." Regina begged, her hips grinding in a circular motion. Emma pulled out before pounding back in. They set a slow, sensual rhythm that had both women flying towards the edge. With each thrust, the dildo would stimulate the blonde's clit and Regina's moans and pleas were driving the blonde crazy. They moved in synch, their hands roaming. The air was hot, their bodies were glowing with sweat, and their mouths were lightly caressing with each thrust forward. The headboard was smacking in the wall, expanding the dent from their last session.
Emma felt herself getting close, really close, so she snaked a hand between them and began rubbing small circles on Regina's swollen clit, making the brunette let out a breathless scream.
"I'm gonna come, Baby." Emma wailed, her movements becoming erratic.
"Don't call me that," Regina whimpered loudly, "I'm close too. Please don't stop."
They only lasted for a few more seconds, their orgasms hitting them hard. They both let out a scream: one silent, one probably woke the neighborhood. Emma would deny that it was her until the day she died because, come on, Regina didn't need a bigger ego. They rode their climax until Emma collapsed on top of Regina, crushing her deliciously.
"Score."
A/N: I think I should end it here! You let me know. Anyway, thanks for reading and following and reviewing and all that great stuff!