G!P For the last portion.
10 Years Later
We'd been sitting here for hours. How many? I'd lost count. It's amusing now because to think that we were in such a rush to get here in the first place. I have always hated airports, but we can never catch a break. Not since we graduated high school. Even before, we were bouncing around. After my year I discovered my powers, everything changed, not in the way I had expected. Surprisingly, it was easy to keep the secret from my parents for all those years.
Well, all four of them that is.
There was an accident, they were on their way home from a banquet dinner for my mother's company, it was voted top in marketing in the whole country. Understandably, they had a few drinks, but my father didn't believe in cabs or limos, he didn't trust anyone behind the wheel. It was stupid, he was a typical man that they portray in all the movies, who would drop dead before he would ask for directions, or let a woman drive. I guess he dug that hole for himself. Sometimes, it's hard to get over yourself and do the right thing.
Especially when you as well as your spouse are skunk kicking drunk in the middle of the woods. It was held at a lodge about forty miles away from Seattle, where we had been living for the past two years. I guess anyone could do the math with a situation like that, drunk, car, drove right off the side of the road. But, I bet they died laughing. Or at least I hope they did.
I wished for so long that my abilities could reach as far as bringing them back, but they couldn't. Maybe that's for the best, who am I to mess with fate? I've long since stopped mourning them, because they would have wanted that. It doesn't stop me from having my moments when I see mother's favorite flower; a yellow rose. Or Daddy's mercedes in my garage, waiting to be driven, but I won't. He wouldn't want me to, besides I've been driving the same truck since I was 16. I wasn't ready to turn it over to the dump, where according to Emma, it belonged.
Yeah, Emma and I stayed together. Best friends up until around two years ago when we turned 21.
It wasn't at a bar, it was up in the woods in an RV we had planned to drive across Canada in. We were looking for answers, but we found booze. Lots of it and now we were both legal. Emma was born in early December so for two months I got to watch her go out and refuse to drink with me until it was legal. It wasn't a strict thing, she's just an asshole. So once I turned over, we found a liquor store, and we drank it.
Cliche drunken confessions led to me spilling out how I had a huge crush on her, but I thought she only liked men. She laughed, for about thirty seconds. I didn't know what was so funny because I'd seen her with men at bars, I've been in the same room while she was fucking her last boyfriend, but she laughed.
Me, I've been with a man. I didn't love him, but he loved me. I had told him I was a lesbian more times than I can count. That's not true, I can count pretty high. Besides the point, I told him many times, but he just pursued me. It was like talking to a brick wall, or maybe he just didn't know what 'gay' meant. It's not like he was an asshole, he was lovely, became my close friend and the first person to get me drunk. He was there when I cried about Emma after she had found Guyliner, as I deemed him, and ran off with him for six months. He was all I had, and he stayed. He didn't force himself on me, if we're being honest I forced myself on him. Not that he protested.
However, it was that night that I realized just how gay I am. The answer is very. Penis, it was wonderful, but men are boring, at least to me. So uncomplicated.
That is behind me, and Emma and I have been together as a somewhat functioning couple for two years. As I remembered out first night, and all the night in between I smiled and looked over to her. She was incredibly focused on her phone, reading something in a language I wasn't fluent in. I leaned my head on her shoulder and sighed.
"You know, this is bullshit, flight was supposed to leave over three fucking hours ago." She whined and I just stayed silent. I brought my hand up to rest on her stomach, twirling with the ends of her shirt. It was my absolute least favorite, it was dark brown with orange lining and the characters from Looney Toons running around the center. I've had to look at it since we were seventeen and she found it at a yard sale in Nebraska. Though since then it had gone through the mill and rode up her abdomen enough to expose her hip bones if her jeans were low enough. Which they were.
I tickled her tummy because it was my favorite part of her body. She didn't have prominent abs, not anymore. We relinquished exercise aside from hiking after graduation. It's safe to say we've put on a bit of weight. Meaning that now a days, Emma's thighs jiggle and my stomach is all squish and a hint of muffin top. It's cute though, we're cute. Or at least that's what we tell ourselves.
"We have time." I said, my finger slipping in just under her button. I smirked when she twitched. Then, she grabbed my hand and held it.
"I don't think so," She tossed it over towards me lightly, I took it back and rested it under my chin, my head now in her lap. "
"Are you not going to play with my hair?" I asked, she chuckled, my head moved with her as she did. Then I felt cool fingers running over my scalp, gripping and twirling my hair, messing it up even more than it already was.
"You think this time'll be different?" She asked quietly. I nodded, she pulled her hand away, I turned up to face her. "Why?"
"Just a feeling." I murmured. We were heading to Maine, landing in Portland then driving down a hundred miles or so to a town called Storybrooke. It was the place we'd spent so long trying to find, we'd almost traveled the world searching for answers and coming up dry, but then we heard of a man, a traveler. He was there, at least for now, his name was Mr. Gold, at least in this world. It's a fake alias if I'd ever heard one. I just hope he has the answers we seek. I need that. I really need answers.
"What if-" She began, I'm not in the mood to hear her negavity. She used to think this was fun, traveling. She didn't of it like I did. For me, of course it was fun and I loved spending time with her and seeing all these new places with her, but it was also a search for something that I needed to feel safe. I haven"t felt safe since it all happened. I feel exposed because I know that if anyone found out then I'd be done for. Maybe I'm just being cynical.
"No," I said. "Please." I looked up seeing a freckle under her chin. "Not now." She tried to look down at me, but just shook her head.
"Fine." She said, she tensed up and it made me not want to be so near her. So, I sat up and crossed my arms, she looked at me, I could see her from the corner of my eye. Not this again. This argument always started the same way. "Regina, look,"
"Emma!" I hissed. "I know what you're going to say,"
"So why do you keep avoiding the subject?" She interrupted.
"Because, I already told you, the fact that you keep bringing it up only irritates and depresses me." I sighed. "I just want answers, you don't have to stay with me, you know that." I glared at her. "I tell you every time that you can leave."
Her gaze softened and she tilted her head. "Is that what you want?" She asked.
I bit my lip and thought over the question, of course I didn't want that, I was in love. Love was something I didn't feel like I deserved because.. because I just didn't. Here I am, and I have it, how could I just let that go? "I-" I managed. "I want whatever will make you happy, Emma."
"Don't give me that shit." I watched as she rolled her eyes. I looked away, I didn't understand how she could be so insensitive, like, all the time. It hurt, to be treated like this all the time. I didn't understand it and I didn't want, she was hardly ever happy.
"After this trip." I said.
"What?" She asked and turned fully to face me. I glanced down at that god-awful shirt and pursed my lips into half smile.
"It's over." I sighed. "I won't look anymore, I promise." I said, she smiled and grabbed my hand, pulled me into her. I wasn't happy, but I couldn't lose her. I wanted to make her happy, but I wanted to be happy too, and how could I if I gave this up? This search is all I've known, it's all I have held on to for so long and giving it up is like giving everything up. I don't like to give up, not until I won. I haven't won this, not yet.
"I love you." She whispered into my hair. I smiled and my fingers tingled, I touched her leg and imagined the spell. Our favorite spell. I felt it, against my back, standing at full attention, I grinned.
Over time, we've picked up a few things, spells and incantations but nothing concrete aside from that.
Emma moved uncomfortably and I sat up and straddled her where we sat. Never ashamed of who we are and what we do. I grinned down at her salaciously and she looked up at me with dilated pupils full of desire. Then she looked to my lips, unpainted and just a bit dry. I licked over them before blanketing them over hers, she gasped into the invasion. Her breath smelled like chai and she tasted the same. I slipped my tongue past her lips and pressed it to her teeth, ran it over them as she tried with her own to tango. I smiled into the kiss as she bit my tongue. My left hand was twirling the hair closest to the nape of her neck as my right drifted down to the member that had grown with between her thighs. Her hips jutted into my hand and I chuckled at the power she relinquished to me. Right between by fingers.
"Come on." I said and stood, taking her hand with me. She jumped up after me, I walked in front of her to hide the bulge. The airport wasn't too crowded, it was the end of fall in Las Vegas, we've been here a few months, it was a great place, once you got past all the fucking tourists. We were tourists, but we didn't stay in any of the fancy hotel on the famous Strip, we stayed up north where there was less human traffic and more stars. Hardly, but still.
We passed the slot machines and slipped into the bathroom, we took full advantage of the handicap access and door. The other's did not have doors. I slammed it shut and twisted the lock, the sink counter was large and had the most beautiful mirror. I pushed Emma up against the far wall and cupped her face with little grace. I pinched at her cheeks, pulling her down into me. I bit and sucked on her lips and tongue, she gasped and moaned into the sensations, with a final nip I tipped her head to the side, her hair behind her ear and licked over her pulse point. She tasted like mint from the lotion we had made on evening. It was all natural and made the skin softer than ever. I bit into, she squeaked and I smiled with her skin in between my teeth, she grabbed my hand and slapped it on to her waste..
"Eager?" I whispered into her ear and ran my tongue over the shell of it.
She was breathing hard and ragged, her eyes heavy as she glanced to me. I saw the shift as she moved and grabbed my shoulder roughly, pressed me down to my knees. I giggled like a small girl, a sound that in any other situation I would make sure never elicited from my vocal cords.
I began to unbutton her jeans, revealing a pair of lacy gray panties with a little pink bow that had been stretched and ripped in some places. Beyond the lace I saw the cock that I had given her. I yanked her pants down to her knees along with the lace guardians and allowed for her the false manhood to be set straight in all of it's glory. The size varied, this time it wasn't too large, as it had been before. Maybe six inches, but it was superior in it's diameter.
I ran my cold tongue over the tip and tasted the essence of her, a taste I could never forget. She moaned and fisted her bony fingers into my mused hair. I hummed as she pushed forward into the depth of my open mouth, filling me with all of her. I gripped the base and he grip loosened. I felt her pull my hair a bit when I did so, one of the light curls that had grown there caught in my ring as I raked through them lightly.
I heard as well as felt the glucking and slipping sounds of the tip filling my mouth and rubbing up against the roof of my mouth. I ran my tongue over the hard member from left to right, sucking as much as I could and pressing my lips over the veins that decorated it.
Emma would gasp and moan with each thrust as they became ragged and without rhythm. I was taking all of her now and enjoying each glorious moment. She grunted as I felt her liquid excitement begin to drip. No warning, not as if I expected one, but I braced myself for the spurt that I knew was coming. I waited but only for a moment as she came with a throaty moan. I swallowed all of her and relished at the tasted as I pulled back and off of her with a pop. I wiped my lips and stood, her eyes were on my the whole time, she cupped my face and pulled me into a heated kiss.
Emma was restless, she bit and pulled my tongue into her mouth and circled it with her own, but I pulled it out and without any passion I no less than attempted to swallow her face. I began to strip myself of my leggings, pulling my legs out and kicking them to the side without care. I pulled away from Emma and took seat on the counter with the beautiful mirror behind it. Wearing noting but my cotton tank and silky panties.
Emma smirked and moved towards me, kissing me once more on the lips, before sucking my neck, pecking and licking over my collar bones. She slipped off my top, and I wasn't wearing a bra, so she smiled and rolled her tongue over my breasts, popping over the hard center. I saw her hand find her cock as she began to rub over it, and it was hard in no time at all. Between my thighs, I knew that there was a pool. She reached between and pushed the navy material aside, plunged into my pussy with a single finger, curling it in as I gasped at the beautiful intrusion.
The member was removed and she studied it, I expected her to taste it, to taste me, but she only smiled and poked me on the nose with it. I laughed and pulled her into a kiss as she entered me. I moaned against my will, it was high pitched and short. Emma pulled back and gripped herself, pulling out her member and running it over my folds, I could her the sounds it made as it played over.
"Please," I gasped. She raised a brow. "Please, Emma, fuck me." My head fell back, my hair tickling my back as she entered me once one and began to pump into me, fast and hard, her testes slapping against me. Then, slowly but no less hard, grinding in at a new angle and hitting me where I was still dry. I moaned a little too loud for my liking. Now, she picked me up and my arms wrapped around her, nails raking at her shoulder blades, maybe I'd ever draw blood.
I bit her shoulder blade, moaned into the hot skin, just barely slick with sweat as she breathed long and loudly into my hair, I could feel the warmth of her breath tingling my ear. She pounding into me, I bounced up and down as I felt myself, and m pleasure building. It was becoming so intense that I feared I might pass out. All I could see and feel was her. Not that I could see anything with my eyes pinned shut. I knew that I was close to screaming, but I could care less.
I felt her hot cock between my legs, my last thought before I came was how I never wanted this to end. When I did, I saw stars, then it was over, flowing out of me was the heat of this moment and the essence of myself and of her, what I felt for her.