In Secret
It seems almost unbearable and impossible to imagine, but even seven days of nothing but bliss comes to an end, and Regina has to return home to the king's castle.
What an impossible thought. What an absurdity.
But she has no choice. The king and his little brat of a daughter will return home tonight, and so much Regina.
Neither Regina nor Maleficent says a lot as Regina puts her dress and cloak back on. Maleficent doesn't look one bit pleased, and Regina wants nothing more than to turn back time, so she could relive these seven days.
Once she's dressed, there aren't anymore excuses, so she says: "I better get going. The road is long, and I have to be home before nightfall."
Maleficent scoffs. "I'll take you home, my sweet." And with that she takes Regina's hand and leads her out in the courtyard.
Regina watches as Maleficent's frame is cloaked in magic, and the next moment, that dragon stands where Maleficent stood.
Maleficent lowers her head and Regina understand that she's supposed to climb up. So she does. Swiftly she mounts the enormous dragon, Maleficent folds her wings out and ascends towards the sky.
Regina hangs on to her scaly neck. The wind blows through her hair, and despite the prospect of parting with Maleficent, she can't help but to enjoy this ride.
The ride to the king's castle is short, too short, and before she knows, Maleficent lands safely behind the trees where they are completely shielded from curious looks.
Regina reluctantly glides down the dragons back and lands elegantly on her feet. So this is. This is when they say goodbye.
"Well, darling," Maleficent says as she transforms back to her human form.
"Yes, I guess that was it," Regina says bitterly.
"Is it?" Maleficent replies and raises an eyebrow. "Do you not wish to see me again, darling?"
"Of course I do," Regina scoffs, "But…"
"Then we'll find a way to see one another," Maleficent says firmly.
Regina nods, but she has no illusions. Snow will cling to her, demand her attention from morning to evening. The girl will undoubtedly take advance of being back with her stepmother.
Maleficent grasps her chin and kisses her fiercely. Perhaps she's seen the doubt in Regina's eyes.
Regina returns the kiss and wraps her arms tightly around Maleficent. Perhaps even a little too tightly, but she doesn't care. She fears this is the last time she'll see the sorceress, so she will make the most of this kiss.
Maleficent pecks her lips again, then she plants a very, very light kiss on Regina's neck, and Regina shivers a little at that.
"You're mine," Maleficent says silkily.
Regina looks back at Leopold's castle behind her. "No, I'm not. We both know that."
"Shh!" Maleficent says and presses her lips against Regina's again. "Don't ruin it."
Regina giggles a little.
They both linger, prolong their goodbye, none of them wants to let the other one go, but eventually they part, with kisses and whole-hearted promises about seeing each other again.
But this isn't the first time Regina has given a false promise. She rather doubts that she and Maleficent will see each other again any time soon. Regina will be hold up with her royal duties and her studies, and Maleficent probably have her own things to do. Whatever those things might be.
Regina feels completely drained as she walks towards the castle. She's tired. Tired, from everything that has happened during these past seven days, but it's more than that. She already misses Maleficent terribly. Her body aches for her.
The massive gate creaks as Regina sneaks into the castle, but there's no one around to hear that creak. It would appear that Maleficent hasn't lowered whatever sleeping spell she cast upon the castle, and Regina sneak's unseen like a ghost into her bedchambers.
She'll need a bath. And something to eat. And then she'll go to bed and get a few hours of sleep before the king and Snow returns home. She needs sleep. She's positively exhausted.
Regina absentmindedly discards of her cloak and runs a finger through her wind-blown hair. Then she starts working on the strings in her dress.
"And where have you been, dearie?"
Regina inhales sharply, but she quickly recovers from the shock and spins around, one hand holding the front of her dress together. Rumplestiltskin is sitting nonchalantly on the stool in front of her vanity table.
"The young princess and the good king away to visit King Midas, but the little queen didn't accompany them, nor was she to be found in her own home," Rumplestiltskin continues and flashes Regina a toothy grin.
"And what's it to you, imp?" Regina sniffs and ties her dress back up again. "Where I've been is my business. And I doubt you've been concerned about me."
"You missed your lessons," Rumplestiltskin remarked and tilted his head.
"I was otherwise engaged. A queen never truly rests," Regina says smoothly and squares her shoulders.
Rumplestiltskin suddenly flashes her a rather chilling grin and disappears from the stool. Regina doesn't even flinch when he re-appears, only inches from her face.
Rumplestiltskin tilts his head slightly, leans in and inhales sharply through his nose as he breathes in Regina's scent. His chilling grin immediately turns into that terrible giggle that haunts Regina's nightmares.
"Well, well, well," he giggles and claps his hands. "Isn't this delightful."
Regina sneers at him. She has no idea how, but Rumplestiltskin clearly knows, and Regina is tempted to kick him out of her bedchambers.
But she doesn't. Instead she simply glares at him. "What's it to you?" she repeats.
Rumplestiltskin giggles impishly again and wags a finger in front of her. "Tut, tut, tut, Your Majesty. Imagine what the good king would do if he found out what his queen was doing while he was away."
Regina doesn't respond to the thread. Mainly because she doesn't believe he would actually tell this to anyone, let alone the king.
"Is there a point to your visit, or are you simply here to pester me?"
"Oooh, fire," Rumplestiltskin mocks.
"What do you want?" Regina says. Her patience is wearing thin.
Rumplestiltskin flashes her another toothy grin as he waves his hand, making Cora's spell book appear in Regina's hand. "Time to concentrate, dearie."
Regina is more than exhausted when the lesson is over. Her head hurts. Her body hurts, and there's a few bruises here and there from ricocheting spells. But fortunately, they are minor, so it's fairly easy for Regina to lift her hand and make the bruises disappear.
She feels nothing but relief when she's finally able to discard of her dress and let her body sink into a warm, soothing bath. It soothes her aching muscles a little.
Regina tips her head back and closes her eyes. She imagines that Maleficent is here, rubbing her shoulders, kissing her neck. What she wouldn't give to be back in the Forbidden Fortress. And she wonders if Maleficent is thinking about her, too. But then she scoffs, shakes her head. Why on earth should Maleficent be thinking of her? the dragon is most likely busy planning her next attack on some kingdom. Maybe Regina was just her way of passing the time.
Regina relaxes in the bath for a while, until one of her chambermaids knocks on the door and asks her if everything is okay. Regina smirks as she tells her that everything is fine. So Maleficent has lifted the sleeping spell.
Once all the tension in her neck and shoulders is gone, Regina stands from the bath and re-dresses in a light, white dress. She spends a while on braiding her hair and then twisting the braid into an up-do. Once that's done, there's no way of telling that's she's been doing anything but minding her own business in the castle.
After she's dressed and done up, her daddy knocks on her door and they take around the castle ground. Regina listens as he tells her about how tired he feels. She feigns being concerned and offer to send for the castle doctor, but in reality, she's well aware that he feels tired because of the "aftershocks" of Maleficent's spell.
But that isn't something her Daddy needs to know.
"We should go to the courtyard. Your husband should be back soon," he says, and Regina sneers.
"The king." Daddy quickly corrects himself. "Forgive me."
Regina softens a little at that, but quickly frowns again when daddy quietly asks her: "Where have you been?"
"What on earth are you talking about, daddy? I've been here." Regina lies smoothly.
"Have you?"
"Yes." Regina has no idea how daddy can possibly know that she hasn't been here. But she's not about to tell him the truth.
"And if you would excuse me, I should go and greet my husband." She says sharply and spins around on her heel, leaving her father standing there.
That was cruel of her, she knows that. And she instantly feels guilty for snapping at him. This isn't his fault.
A moment later she stands in the courtyard as the carriage rolls in through the gate. As soon as the carriage door opens, Snow flings herself into Regina's arms, and Regina hugs the girl tightly to make it look like she has missed her.
Rumplestiltskin's little "thread" echoes in her head, and Regina makes an effort and plants a quick kiss on the king's cheek followed by a "welcome home, my king. I trust your journey went well?"
"Very well indeed, my dear," king Leopold replies and looks a little taken aback by Regina's "affection".
But Snow just giggles and declares how wonderful it is to be home with her stepmother again, and Regina looks down at the young girl and smiles sweetly, falsely at her
During the next week, Regina really makes an effort and smiles at breakfast, spends time with Snow, takes her horseback riding, on walks into the woods and tells her stories. Snow relishes in it and talks a great deal about her upcoming, thirteenth birthday.
"You seem different, stepmother," Snow declares one day, on one of their walks to the woods, and Regina flinches.
"I don't think so, dear." She gently dismisses, but Snow is steadfast in her assumption.
"You do. You seem happier," the young girl says firmly.
Regina chuckles and ruffles the young girl's hair, but silently reminds herself to be less obvious.
Regina is positively drained when she returns to her bedchambers one night. The king had been hosting yet another ball tonight.
Another ball. Another night of feeling absolutely invisible while watching the king dancing with his daughter.
Sometimes Regina wonders why the king request her to be there at all. It's quite obvious that the king doesn't need anyone else than Snow. Him, Snow and the memory of queen Eva.
It's amazing how long one can keep a memory alive.
Regina takes off her shoes and removes the million little hairpins from her hair. The crispy up-do falls down her shoulders, and Regina takes her brush and combs through it until it hurts.
Next, she opens her dress and steeps out of it. She doesn't waste time on hanging it in the closet. One of the maids will have to do that in the morning.
The corset is a bit trickier; she binds it too tightly, she knows that, but she doesn't care. For some sick reason, the way the corset digs into her skin and constricts her breathing, feels good. Maybe even enjoyable.
She really is twisted.
Regina wiggles into one of her nightgowns, she smoothens the silky material over her hips and then she, as an afterthought, locks her door.
If there's one thing she isn't in the mood for tonight, it's that little brat barging in and yapping on about "the wonderful ball".
No, Regina wants to be alone. She deserves a bit of time on her own after keeping it together for so long.
She pours herself a glass of wine, her six tonight, but who's counting, and then she switches the lights off and goes to bed. It doesn't take her long to drink the wine, and she briefly considers pouring herself a second- a seventh- glass but decides not to. Her head is already a little floaty as it is, and maybe that's why she suddenly feels wide awake again.
Well, if she can't sleep, why not take advance of this moment of solitude?
Regina closes her eyes, leans back against the pillow and begins circling her nipple through her nightgown. It hardens almost immediately and Regina hums quietly as she continues to tease the nipple with her fingertip. She rarely engages in this sort of thing, but tonight it feels surprisingly good. Maybe because of the wine she's been drinking.
She ceases the teasing and wiggles one hand under her nightgown. She rolls the nipples between her fingers and another throaty groan escapes her. It feels so good to get some actual stimuli instead of just teasing. After a while, she switches side and shows her other breast the same kind of attention. Her nipple is already hard, and Regina's breath becomes ragged as she teases her nipple with featherlight touches, then she splays her fingers wide, teases the areola and finally squeezes her breast almost harshly.
Regina gasps when she feels the telltale sign of wetness between her thighs, and then she becomes a bit impressed with herself. This is the quickest, she's ever gotten to this "point". Of course, the images in her head provides her with excellent "inspiration". Her mind is currently running wild, overflowing with memories of what happened not so terribly long ago.
Obviously, the memories aren't quite as good as the real thing, but apparently it's enough tonight.
Regina abandons one breast and slides her hand under the covers. She wiggles a bit until she's lying comfortably. Then she lets her hand travel under the nightgown, in between her thighs. She's wet, so wet, and she wastes no time in rubbing herself through the thin material of her panties.
"Oh god!" Regina hisses quietly. She strokes herself again. Once, twice. She's already skittering around on that precipice, and it seems almost a shame to give herself what she want's so quickly. No, she wants to tease herself, that's what she wants.
She opens her legs slightly and cups herself. Then she slides one finger through her wetness, never pushing inside or touching her clit, just teasing strokes until she's moaning and gasping and relishing in the torture. Regina never ceases to stroke herself while she, with her other hand pinches her nipple harshly.
"Mmmph!" that hurt. But it felt good. She pinches her other nipple too, and she bites down hard on her bottom lip not to scream in both pain and pleasure.
It doesn't take her long to realize that she can't handle this for much longer. The wetness pools between her thighs, and she's aching, begging for release. She stops the teasing strokes and finds her clit with her fingertip. Her breath instantly hitches in her throat and she start rubbing herself ferociously. The tingling in her gut intensifies and she can feel herself getting closer and closer to that edge.
"Fuck!" she breathes, and the sound is slightly muffled because she currently has one fist curled tightly against her mouth. God forbid if some nosey chambermaid or perhaps even the king should hear what she's doing. She would rather gag herself.
"What is it with you and your foul language?"
Regina comes back to earth with a sharp gasp. She's still breathless and skittering around that edge, but she's aware enough to know that she isn't alone in her chambers.
Her arousal doesn't fizzle out, but she's feeling slightly embarrassed when she finds out that it's Maleficent who's decided to pay her another late-night visit.
Regina slowly exhales, and her cheeks flushes. What a time she the sorceress chose to visit her.
"Oh don't stop on my account, darling," Maleficent purrs. "Forgive me. I shouldn't have interrupted you."
"No, you shouldn't," Regina says a bit grumpily. She's still wet, but she can't possibly do this with an audience.
"Did I ruin something for you, my sweet?"
"Mmm, I think you just might have," Regina complains and looks around after the bottle of wine.
"I could leave…" Maleficent muses, and then she flashes Regina crooked smile. "But I could also stay and… help you."
Regina raises an eyebrow.
"Well, we can't let all your hard work go to waste, now can we?" Maleficent purrs and the bed dips as she sits down. "And since I'm the one who ruined it…"
"Someone could hear us…"
"Well, that depends on you," Maleficent says and licks her lips. "And you did such a fine job on gagging yourself a second ago…"
Regina's cheeks flush again. "Good god, how long have you been here?!"
"A while," Maleficent shrugs. "I didn't want to interrupt you, but your language caught me by surprise, and.." her long fingers skates up and gives Regina's still hardened nipples a light pet. "You were a bit rough with yourself, my sweet."
"So what?" Regina huffs. "It felt good."
Maleficent grins at her. "You should have told me."
"Told you what, exactly?" Regina hisses and bites her lip when Maleficent cups her breast.
"That you didn't mind if I were a little rough with you."
"I-I didn't even know it was option."
"Oh, it is, darling. It's absolutely an option. Now lift that silly nightgown for me."
Regina shoves the covers aside and hitches her nightgown up until its bunched around her waist.
Maleficent promptly slides the panties down Regina's legs and nudges until Regina parts her thighs.
"Well, well, what do we have here," Maleficent hums as she brushes one finger through Regina's wetness.
Regina moans in response.
"Quiet, darling." Maleficent whispers. "Use your hand like you did before…"
Regina curls one hand into a fist and presses it against her mouth.
Maleficent smirks up at her. "good girl"
Something inside Regina stirs at that, but she doesn't get much of a chance to consider it; Maleficent spreads her legs farther apart and her tongue suddenly laps at Regina.
Regina feels her hips buck and she presses the fist harder against her mouth. Maleficent licks her again, and Regina feels absolutely euphoric. Because of what Maleficent is doing to her, but also because it's happening here, in her own bedchambers. Right under the king's nose.
The thought of that makes her bite down hard on her hand. The king still mourning his beloved first wife, while his second wife is getting pleasured by another woman. And even a dragon sorceress.
"Yes!" she whispers and her hips rocks against Maleficent's tongue. Maleficent's hand suddenly emerges from under the covers, and Regina moans again when she gives her nipple a not very gently pinch.
Thanks to her earlier "ministrations", it doesn't take long before Regina is pushed over the edge, and she bites down on her hand again.
Maleficent looks absolutely pleased as she takes Regina's hand and examines the bleeding marks Regina made there. She clicks her tongue and waves her hand, making the bloody marks disappear.
"We can't have the king asking questions, now can we, darling?"
"I suppose not," Regina sighs blissfully. But she can't help but imagine his face if he saw them. if he saw Maleficent's head between her legs, saw how much Regina enjoyed it.
"You're terrible," Maleficent says and chuckles as she gives Regina a light peck on the lips.
"I didn't say anything," Regina says and raises an eyebrow.
"No, but I could hear your thoughts, my sweet. You wouldn't actually have him come in here and catch us together, would you?"
"No of course not," Regina denies firmly, but Maleficent chuckles again and leans in and kisses Regina.
Regina wouldn't have minded this to continue all through the night, but eventually, after a series of heated kisses, Maleficent disappears in a cloud of smoke.
And when Regina wakes up the following morning, she finds a single red rose lying on her pillow with a note attached to it:
"Till the next time, darling."
To Be Continued..