Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.
Spoilers: Anything up to 2x09 "Queen of Hearts" is fair game.
A/N: Guess what, peeps? Fine, don't guess xD So this chapter is going to get into Black Swan. TW: BLACK SWAN IN THIS CHAPTER! There's your warning, dears. Enjoy.
"The person who really wants something finds a way; the other person finds an excuse."
Unknown
-Previously-
Her magic crackled. She opened her eyes, begging her magic to work for good…
Chapter 2: A Way
Her angle was off slightly, (the mirror, she reasoned, was a tad too low) but she could just make out the blonde savior on the bed. A very familiar looking bed. Her eyes darted across the room quickly, unsure of how much time she would have, searching – searching – for some clue. Where the hell is she? Her eyes fell on the drapes. Why do they look so familiar? Realization dawned on her, and the blood drained from her face. She cursed her mother. And then she cursed Snow for not dragging the blonde through the portal.
Emma was in her castle, which wouldn't be a problem under normal circumstances, but the blonde was in one of her many "guest" rooms. She shuddered involuntarily, thinking of the torture that had been inflicted in rooms similar to the one presented to her eyes. She ran her eyes as best she could over the sleeping blonde. She didn't look injured. How long had she been asleep? Shaking her head, she was about to remove the spell when Cora's dark purple smoke, so like her own, swirled around the slumbering blonde.
"Shit!" the former Queen couldn't control her outburst. She never expected her mother to move her, but then she never thought for a moment that Emma would be in the Dark Castle.
Her magic began to fade and panic shot through her body. She needed to see Emma before she dispelled her magic. To make sure she was safe, she told herself, though she knew it was a foolish reason. The blonde was stuck with her mother, defenseless because she couldn't control her magic. Thinking quickly, she strengthened her locator spell to ensure it wouldn't suddenly disband. Her free hand moved quickly. Knowing that there were mirrors in all of the sleeping chambers in her castle, she allowed her locator spell to guide her, using the mirrors as her sight; they did nothing, however, to lessen the fear pounding in her heart. Not in there. No. Not there. Gods, why are there so many fucking bedrooms? Her eyes darted back and forth frantically, and she struggled to keep her thoughts steady. Magic is emotion. Calm down, Regina. Damn it, calm down! She breathed heavily through her nose, (her eyes closing briefly) releasing the tension with an exhale. She opened her eyes, feeling her magic buzz slightly in her fingertips. Found her.
Her breath caught in her throat. Black curtains covered the windows, obscuring the death-colored sky, she knew. Sunlight managed to peak through, however, staining the dark purple sheets on her bed with warmth. And illuminating the sinfully naked body of Emma Swan, body cast mostly in shadows. She felt her mouth go dry.
Emma was asleep, curled slightly to her side, but because the mirror in her bed chambers was eye-level with her bed, she had the perfect view of the savior's body. She swallowed roughly, her eyes betraying her by tracing along the outline of a soft breast, watching, captive to her desires, as the blonde's bosom rose and fell with each breath. Her eyes seemed to follow a path, skimming along a lightly tanned arm up to a pale shoulder, tracing her neck, her face, memorizing every detail, before flicking down to her lips. A dull ache shot through her body, and she gasped softly in surprise; her gaze continued backwards to strong legs. Her gaze ran upwards, of its own accord, to the hidden junction between the blonde's thighs. Heat shot to her core, surprising her, and nearly making her forget that Emma was in danger. She felt a dull pang in her heart, and she clutched softly at the flesh protecting her organ; it ached for her to simply be able to lay next to the woman. She was afraid of the ramifications if she could be able to…
"Enough looking, darling," Cora's voice startled her, and she found herself staring into her mother's face, their matching eyes locking, Emma and the room around Cora fading into darkness, and she realized the break in her magic immediately, as the Queen of Hearts blocked her magic, leaving them suspended in the older brunette's spell.
"Mother, why are you doing this?"
Cora smirked, and it sent chills down the former Evil Queen's spine, "Love is weakness, Regina."
"Mother…" Confusion was desperate to creep into her tone, but she was in fear for the blonde's life, her sanity. She couldn't let her mother know that she was baffled by her words.
"How many times, do you think, will it take for the Savior to understand that?"
She blanched at the implication, at the understanding of what her mother was going to do, "Mother, please, you don't have to…"
"Don't I, dear?"
She felt a crippling fear take root, "N…No, you don't." She inwardly cursed herself for stuttering.
"Everything I do is for your own good."
"Mother, don't hurt her." Even as she spoke, her own voice came to mind, young in body, weak in magic, and afraid…"Mama, don't hurt me."
Cora continued as though she hadn't spoken, "Who knows dear? Maybe next time you can watch."
"Mother!" Her voice came out raw. Spiteful. Full of emotion.
Cora vanished from the mirror, leaving her staring back into her own eyes, eyes filled with unshed tears, ones she hadn't realized she had been holding back. She brought Emma's jacket to her chest, briefly, allowing herself to get a grip on the emotions rolling through her (she struggled not to let the sob that was building be released, but was unsuccessful, and it caused her to hold the jacket tighter, breathing in the blonde's scent until she was calm), before she wiped her eyes and turned towards the door, masking her emotions as best she could: behind the façade of the Evil Queen. After returning Emma's jacket, she was going to go find the imp and the Blue Fairy and get their help. She'd get Emma home. If it was the last thing she did.
Cora smirked as she turned away from the mirror, her eyes locking on the slumbering blonde. Such a beautiful child. She thought of the stable boy, now long dead. Her daughter always did fancy things far below her…but then again, she mused, a Princess is so much more than a stable boy. But Regina needs to learn that power is all she needs.
The purple of the sheets were perfect for her daughter, but the mood needed to be set. With a flick of her wrist, the purple sheets lightened to a rich red. Better, she thought with a grin, watching in amusement as the blonde shifted in her sleep so that she was lying flat on her back. She had to admit that her daughter had good taste. She sat beside the blonde for a moment before running one of her hands along the blonde's taut stomach. Stretch marks were present near her sides, also appearing on her breasts.
"Who's Henry?" she remembers asking.
"My son. I sort of share him with Regina."
"Your son isn't going to be the only thing you'll share with my daughter, dear," She grinned down at the sleeping blonde, "Trust me." Her grin morphed into a smirk as she shook the blonde's shoulder, "Time to wake up, dear."
"Mom, Ma, come on it's time to get up," Henry's voice floated from downstairs, his voice having grown deeper as the years went by.
"Mmm," she curled herself closer to Regina, a soft moan escaping her lips when the brunette wrapped a free arm around her waist, drawing her closer. Their eyes met, warm green to brown.
The mayor pressed a kiss to her lips, "Good morning, Emma."
"Time to wake up, dear." The vision before the blonde's eyes began to disappear.
"Regina." She whispered gently before blinking herself awake.
"I'm afraid not." Cora's voice was sickly sweet, and as Emma woke fully, she became aware of Cora's hand running softly through her hair.
"Wha…"
"Shhh," the brunette pressed a finger to the blonde's lips, cutting off her protest.
She pulled away roughly, "Where are my clothes?" A harsh crash ricochet in the bed chamber, and Emma cried out softly. "What the hell?!"
"Quiet," Cora hissed before capturing the blonde's lips with such a ferocity that Emma let out a startled gasp. A blush of embarrassment rose to her cheeks at the sudden rush of arousal that polled between her legs.
"No! Get away!" She shouted once Cora released her, her voice holding both embarrassment and anger.
The brunette laughed, moving her free hand down to cup the blonde's sex roughly, even as she struggled to keep her legs closed, "There's no need to shy away from me, Miss Swan." With a flick of her wrists, magic held tight to her ankles and left her exposed. She shuddered, feeling the brunette run two fingers through her soaked folds, and squeezed her eyes shut against the sensations.
Think of Regina. If it's Regina, it's right. If it's Regina, it's okay. Regina, Regina, Regina.
Two fingers slammed harshly into her, drawing a strangled cry from her lips, before Cora's lips settled against hers, cutting off her voice, biting her bottom lip enough to draw blood. Her eyes shot open at the conflicting sensations, and she found herself stuck in Cora's gaze. Regina's eyes. They're Regina's eyes.
"Do you want to come, Miss Swan?" Not Regina's voice. Cora's voice.
"No!" she shouted harshly, but her walls constricted harshly as Cora's fingers upward, making her cry out.
"Are you sure?" Two fingers became three.
Regina wouldn't do this. Regina wouldn't…
"I want my name on your lips as you come, Miss Swan."
"Fuck off!"
Cora smirked, "You first."
Emma's hips tilted upwards of their own accord, and she came, her body tensing up. Cora didn't let up, her fingers still pumping harshly.
"Say my name, Miss Swan. Say my name, and I'll stop."
Emma bit down harshly on her lip as she felt her second orgasm building, shaking her head roughly, "NO!"
"You're addressing a queen," Cora's thumb swiped over her clit quickly, making her cry out, "you should answer in the affirmative. Now, say" fingers twisted none-to-gently inside her, making her whimper in pain, "My. Name." The brunette's free hand twisted in her hair, tugging roughly when she didn't speak: "Say it."
Tears spilled down her cheeks, both from pain as her arousal gave way and shame at getting so aroused in the first place. What little arousal she had left did nothing to cushion the pain the fingers caused as they moved furiously within her. She shut her eyes tightly. Regina.
"Cora!"
"Good girl," the sickly-sweet voice was back, and she groaned softly as the fingers were pulled out roughly (making her shudder in revulsion) and wiped on her stomach. She felt the woman begin to move away and let out an inaudible sigh. Her relief, however, was short-lived as Cora pulled her into a kiss. She struggled to pull away, her hand moving on its own to strike the witch, "No, no." Cora's hand wrapped around her wrist, tugging her closer, "We're not done yet."
"Listen here, you pompous fairy!" Regina growled out, jabbing her finger onto Mother Superior's chest, "This isn't something that's up for debate! It's imperative that I get to the Enchanted Forest."
"Your Majesty…" Blue began.
"No!" She turned from the fairy, facing Rumple, who stood impassively beside the counter in his shop. "Come on, Rumple. There has to be a way!"
"Why do you want to get to the Enchanted Forest so bad?" Rumple asked, curiosity in his voice.
Anger overtook the brunette's features, "It's a matter of life and death." She answered harshly, trying not to let her fear seep through.
Rumple's eyes met the Blue Fairy's, "Very well, dearie. We should have a portal ready soon."
"I can help…"
"No, Regina, please," She turned towards the fairy, confused, "You should try to rest. To get some of your strength back. Absorbing that curse must have taken a lot out of you."
She begrudgingly agreed and set back to her house, though she knew she wouldn't rest. In the hour it took before Gold called her, she paced her living room, thoughts of what her mother was doing to…Henry's other mother, her mind supplied. That was all Miss Swan was. Wasn't she?
"I'm on my way," she hung up her phone and went to her door, opening it…and came face to face with the two idiots.
"Regina," Snow had tears in her eyes, but she quickly pushed aside any concern she wanted to display, pulling her door shut and locking it.
"I've got to go, Snow. Whatever it is…"
"Let me go with you," the pixie-haired brunette implored.
"I can't do that."
"She's my daughter!"
"And she's," Regina bit her lip, composing herself, "She's Henry's other mother. I need to get her. I'm the only one capable of stopping my mother." Or offering a trade, she thought morbidly. "I'll have your daughter back here in one piece."
"Regina," Charming started.
"I need you to take care of Henry until Emma and I get back. Promise me."
Charming nodded, "Okay, we will."
"Thank you." In a swirl of smoke, she was gone.
Regina stood at the portal with Rumple and Blue, feeling her magic buzz within her.
"Take this. Once you have Emma, both of your magic combined will open another portal back here." Blue said, handing her a pocket-sized mirror.
"You realize, dearie, that if Miss Swan dies…"
"She won't die." Regina was surprised her voice didn't break in her conviction.
Rumple offered a small smile, "Very well. Let's begin, Blue."
The combination of light and dark magic was astounding, mixing within the well beautifully. She took a step forward.
"Mom! Wait!"
Regina stopped and turned towards Henry's voice, only to be bombarded by one of her son's hugs. She wrapped her arms around him, "Henry, what are you doing here?"
Snow and Charming came running up to them, Regina shot them a glare, "We tried to stop him, Regina, but…"
"Henry," she looked down at her son, "I have to go. I have to get Emma."
"I know. I just wanted to tell you that I believe in you. And that I love you and Ma."
Ma? That was new, "I love you too. I've got to go, Henry."
"I know."
She offered her son a watery smile, knowing that if she or Emma died, neither of them would see their son again, and turned back through the portal, her magic buzzing. She looked back at Henry, Snow and Charming, offering a nod to Rumple and Blue, before jumping down the well and allowing her body to be engulfed by the portal.
A/N: There you lovelies go. Chapter 3 will be up soon. Please don't forget to review.
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