DragonQueen Oneshots
Nightly Confrontation:
Regina feels nothing but relief when she's finally able to retire to her bedchambers for the night. The king had hosted another ball, and it had meant another evening of smiling politely and looking pretty. Another night of only speak when spoken to. Another night of strange men commenting on her beauty and king Leopold purposefully squeezing her hand whilst smiling and agreeing with the men.
Another night of an over excited Snow White charming everyone she met and showing of like that spoilt little princess Regina knew she was.
Another night of too-tight corsets that almost prevented her from eating. Not that she was very hungry in the first place, but still…
Another night of watching silently while the king danced with his daughter instead of his wife.
But thankfully that's all over for now.
Now, Regina is finally able to shut the door to her bedchamber, take off her dress and tight corset, free her hair from the tight up-do, and replace her dress with a simple nightgown.
She combs her hair until it's a curtain of dark curls flowing down her back. Then she climbs into bed and chuckles satisfied when she manages to switch off the lamps with a wave of her hand. Maybe her skills are improving after all.
She knows better than to wait for sleep to come for her. She already knows that she can't sleep. Not without a little help at least.
Regina knows she's already had plenty to drink tonight. Not that anyone seemed to notice, but still, there should be a better alternative than to drink.
But all the same she knows there isn't. It's either two or three glasses of wine, or no sleep tonight. And Regina is exhausted. But her thoughts are preventing her from finding rest, so she knows she has to.
Her teleporting skills are improving a bit, so instead of getting out of bed, she waves her hand and summons a bottle of wine and a glass. She eagerly pours herself a glass of wine, and the first sip is absolutely heavenly. Perfect. She empties the glass and doesn't hesitate to fill it anew. A couple of those and she'll fall asleep. Hopefully without any nightmares.
It doesn't take Regina long to empty the second glass and she pours herself one more. It could just be her imagination, but the room is already beginning to blur a bit before her eyes. She takes another sip. The wine is bitter on her lips, but it'll have to do. It's far from the sweet wine Maleficent served her at the Forbidden Fortress, and…
No. Absolutely not. No comparisons. She's not gonna think about Maleficent again. She can't do that. There will be no explorations of those silly, forbidden feelings she thinks she's harboring for the dragon sorceress. That's just a silly idea she for some reason got into her head. Of course it's all in her head. Just a silly idea. Nothing more.
Regina empties her third glass of wine, fully prepared to let her brain shut down for the night, but it doesn't happen.
Instead, her mind wanders to a certain castle and its occupant. Regina tries her best to push the images out of her head, but she remains unsuccessful. She keeps thinking about Maleficent's voice, her eyes, her sarcastic smiles, her fingers reaching up and caressing the back of Regina's neck
Maybe she should just empty the whole wine bottle. That would put her to sleep.
It doesn't come to that. After two more glasses of wine, Regina falls asleep.
But it isn't exactly a peaceful slumber. She's dreaming. Horribly, lewd dreams. Horribly, forbidden dreams that causes her to toss and turn and twist the silk sheet between her fingers and moan quietly.
Regina wakes up gasping for air, the last moan still dying on her lips. She feels slightly dizzy from the amount of wine she had, and the dream certainly didn't make it better. She's sweating and panting and feels deeply ashamed. Regina groans quietly and palms her forehead. She won't be able to endure this for much longer. She's going mad. Mad after something she doesn't even know what is. Mad after something she absolutely cannot have.
Why can't she just go back to hating Snow White and think about how to get revenge on her? Why can't she just be angry again? Those were the days.
Revenge, she thinks to herself. That's what this is all about. Get her revenge on Snow White. Nothing and nobody is more important than that.
"Bad dream, my sweet?"
Regina lets out a quiet yelp and stiffens in shock. No. She can't possibly... she silently prays that her imagination is playing tricks on her, but unfortunately, that is not the case.
Maleficent is nonchalantly sitting at Regina's vanity table, combing her golden hair with Regina's hairbrush like it's the most natural thing in the world, and Regina has a nagging feeling that the sorceress has been there for quite a while already.
"What are you doing here?!" Regina snaps. She's aware that she sounds rude, but it's late, she's embarrassed about finding the source of her dreams in her bedchambers, and she is definitely not feeling very gregarious at the moment.
Maleficent raises one of her perfect eyebrows. "Who sharpened your tongue, little queen?"
"It's the middle of the night," Regina says, determined to appear as cold and uninterested as possible.
"Yes, and so?" Maleficent challenges. Apparently, she is determined to get on Regina's nerves.
"You can't just show up in the middle of the night like this, it isn't right!"
Maleficent waves her hand to dismiss Regina's protest. The blonde sets the hairbrush down on the table and stands from the chair.
Regina panics. Maleficent mustn't come closer to her. Regina won't allow it. She's the queen. Maleficent shouldn't approach her so freely, and… Regina is scared of what will happen if Maleficent comes closer.
Maleficent cocks her head to the side as she looks down at Regina.
"What?" Regina snaps and looks anywhere but at the sorceress in front of her. The sorceress who's dressed in a black velvet dress that leaves too much of her skin bare.
"Why have you stopped visiting me?" Maleficent asks.
Regina shrugs. "I have been otherwise engaged, I'm sure you can understand that."
"And yet you always found the time to show up for your magic lessons," Maleficent points out. "But suddenly no longer. Why?"
"I don't need your help anymore," Regina lies smoothly. "I already have one teacher."
"So you no longer enjoy my company. Is that it?"
"Yes, precisely." Regina says haughtily.
"You're lying." Maleficent states plainly.
"Excuse me?!"
"I said you're lying. You do enjoy my company."
"I don't. And I think you should leave. Now."
But Maleficent doesn't. Instead she narrows her blue eyes at Regina and sits down on the bed like she did the last time.
Regina glares at her. "Get out. Before I send for the guards."
"No. You won't send for the guards," Maleficent says calmly.
"What do you want?!"
Maleficent doesn't answer that. Instead she asks: "Why can't I visit you in the middle of the night, my sweet?"
Regina opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out of her mouth.
"Is it because of… this?" Maleficent says and grasps Regina's hand.
Regina makes one weak attempt at pulling her hand away, but Maleficent is stronger than her, and she unabashedly moves on to pet Regina's wrist lightly.
"Or this?" Maleficent suggests and raises her other hand. Her fingertips lightly brush against the back of Regina's neck.
Regina swallows thickly.
"Or perhaps… this?" Maleficent says and her voice drops an octave as she puts her hand on Regina's abdomen.
There's that tingling sensation again. That tingling feeling that leaves Regina both breathless and ashamed.
No. Regina pushes Maleficent's hand away and slinks away from her grasp. "I'm married."
Maleficent's eyebrow raises. "Are you? Are you really?"
No. No, she is not. The marriage is a complete sham. A joke.
"I'm a woman." Regina states.
"So I've noticed."
"You're a woman!" Regina splutters. She's starting to grow annoying over how little Maleficent seems to care.
"Another obvious fact. How perceptive you are tonight, my sweet." Maleficent half-laughs and her eyes sparkles with amusement.
"It's wrong," Regina says firmly and folds her arms across her chest. Her entire posture screams "don't touch me".
"Is that so?"
"Yes!"
"Well, if it is so wrong," Maleficent mocks and stands from the bed, too. She's several inches taller than Regina. "Then why is it that I find you chanting my name in your sleep, hmm? I'm surprised no one else heard you, little one."
Regina feels the warmth rise in her cheeks. She knew she was moaning in her sleep. That's what woke her in the first place, and she's terribly embarrassed that Maleficent heard it. She lowers her gaze to the floor.
"My, my, aren't you a shy one," Maleficent muses as she creeps closer and hooks a finger underneath Regina's chin, forcing her to look up.
"D-don't touch me." Regina shutters and is painfully aware that her heart just sped up.
"I don't think you mean that," Maleficent whispers silkily and strokes Regina's cheek tenderly. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, Regina."
Regina wants to protest, but every last one of her protests melt away with every light caress Maleficent is giving her cheek. She feels like she's melting under the blonde sorceress' touch, and she exhales slowly. Her eyelids flutters and threatens to slide closed.
"I'm going to kiss you now," Maleficent announces quietly, yet nonchalantly.
"Don-…"
But it's too late. Maleficent very gently presses her lips against Regina's, and Regina hisses at the contact. This is her first kiss in years, the first time someone has touched her, shown her interest in years, and she's suddenly very grateful it's Maleficent. Her lips are so soft. Softer than Regina ever could have imagined. And her lips move perfectly against Regina's. This is… far better than Regina could have imagined. Better than any dream.
Regina wants to pull her closer. Wants to bury her fingers in blonde curls. Want's to touch her, but she hesitates. She isn't very good at this. She doesn't quite know exactly what to do with herself.
And much to soon it's over. Maleficent chuckles softly as she breaks the contact between them and pulls away from Regina.
"See? That wasn't so terrible, now was it?"
Regina shakes her head. No. That wasn't terrible at all.
"Still shocked that I'm not a man?" Maleficent inquires and a little smile lurks in the corner of her mouth.
Regina shakes her head again. Her voice seems to have disappeared.
"You're very sweet," Maleficent says and echoes her own words.
"You're interested in me." Regina finally says, and immediately regrets it. What a stupid thing to say.
"Yes, darling. I am." Maleficent confirms with a laugh. "Took you long enough to realize."
To Be Continued..