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Title: Come Undone, Part 3 (Inspired By Waiting for the Flash by Fictorium)
Pairing: Swan Queen, Remma
Summary: Emma is not done being on Team Remma/Swan Queen even after she breaks the spell that wakes Henry and Regina must run from the vengeful citizens of Storybrooke. Little do they know, she broke another spell when she kissed Regina in the hospital.
Timeline: Right after S1 finale and goes slightly AU in that the purple fog of doom has not been summoned yet. Please, I do recommend you read WFTF before this.
Rating: M, yes sexytimes is finally here ;)
Notes: There’s a little twist in the end. I know how I’m going to end this, but to continue this further will take some time. Also read WFTF as a sort of prologue. It’s worth it ;)
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine. Although they are welcome to steal any of my ideas and grammatical errors.
What were you even thinking? Emma wondered to herself. It was only sex.Comfort, hate sex. Meant nothing at all. She desperately hoped as she shrugged Regina’s shirt off.
She flung it at Regina. She was through with being nice to this woman. She wanted to be, anyway – even though everything else betrayed her logic. Every other reasonable human being would have stayed away from her. This woman was her enemy supposedly. She couldn’t stand to be around her. They constantly argued. Sparred about what was best for Henry. Her son. Her son. Their son. That was the first kink in Emma’s armour. She couldn’t begrudge the woman that right. Even when she had one moment of miscalculation and misguidedly tried to spirit Henry away, but she came back – something she never did before.
The second, the most baffling, was Emma’s physical and chemical reactions when in proximity to this woman; the way her heart raced; how she became conscious of her own breathing; how she studied the other woman: watched how she walked, how she took care of her hands, her everything, the way her hair curled and flipped depending on the day, how her clothes fit and clung to her curves, the shade of her lips and that scar.
Now that she was aware of it, she couldn’t blame it all on hate, but she couldn’t reconcile what happened in the hospital supply room – the fact that Regina reciprocated, and they both gave in to each other. Emma had no problems with one-night-stands but she couldn’t just fuck anyone. It was lustful, but as she watched this woman now, just a few breathes away from her in this pick-up truck, in the middle of the woods, her life in danger and her own possibly if ever it was discovered that she was helping this fugitive escape, the feeling slowly overcoming Emma was the desire to give Regina something that was so painfully missing in her life. It was also missing in Emma’s life, allowing her to recognise the same void in Regina. She just couldn’t quite admit it to herself just yet.
For now, what was really bothering her was how Regina could not stop shaking. Emma tried the truck’s heating fan. No such luck. “This is the worst getaway car ever.” she muttered frustratingly.
“Well, you do seem to have a penchant for ugly, dilapidated cars.” Regina retorted without missing a beat.
Emma gave her a sideways glance, trying to appear offended although she always enjoyed Regina’s scathing one-liners even when aimed at her. She put her wet hair in a bun and grabbed a pathetically ragged old towel from the bag and started on Regina’s wet hair who was still struggling with the buttons, she was shivering so much.
“You don’t have to,” Regina protested.
“Your nice, silky shirt won’t be much use if your wet hair is dripping on it.” Emma said as she rubbed Regina’s head like she was some child.
“I know, but I can do it, thank you.”
“Fine, just trying to help.” Emma put the towel aside and brushed Regina’s hair back with her fingers. She was expecting to get punched or some kind of physical protest but surprisingly, Regina let her. It was like a wild leopard was allowing a human to pet them. Emma could have sworn Regina was about to purr. “At least it’s just damp now.” Emma said as Regina kept her eyes down, clearly struggling with something.
“Do you want to put a shirt on Emma, instead of worrying about me too much?”
Emma looked down at herself, she really hadn’t noticed. “God, am I really that repulsive.” Emma joked, her face brighting with a smile. It was a smile never reserved for Regina, until then, who always admired it from afar.
Regina smiled a sigh and shook her head, “No. You’re not.” Regina looked straight at her now. “Not at all. You don’t want to catch you death, remember?”
“And you do.”
“It’s not because I want to. I have no choice but to face certain death.”
“You don’t have to.” Emma protested, her voice small and weak with emotion.
Regina cupped Emma’s cheek, touched by Emma’s protestations, whose genuine concern was finally hitting home. She was surprised by this action as much as the other woman. A touch that was provoked by care not coloured by the desire to harm the other.
“But I do. I have so many regrets.” Regina confessed. “I have committed crimes that I must pay for. It has quite literally come back to haunt me. Maybe it was your kiss…” Regina tried to joke but left the thought aside as a darkness filled her. “It’s killing me inside.”
Emma, feeling the coldness in Regina’s hand on her cheek, covered it with her own as Regina continued. “So don’t you see? Don’t think me self-less for wanting this. I am not redeemed. Death will be my freedom.” Regina’s eyes were brimming with tears and with one blink, they fell heavily down her face.
Emma, no longer able to maintain her distance, “Regina, no.” She cupped the sobbing woman’s tear soaked face, “I’m here. I’m here. I’ll help you. I… I…”
“I have evilness in me. Don’t.”
“No. I can’t now.” Emma pulled her close, only inches away.
“Emma…” Regina struggled to say, now uncontrollably sobbing, her throat feeling the squeeze of emotion she could barely swallow. She rested her forehead against the woman who was so close to her, who was brushing her tears away. “…I don’t want to feel this pain any more. I wish I could forget it all.”
Emma brushed her fingertips on the deep scar on Regina’s lips, wanting badly to have the magic to erase it. Instead covered it with her own lips.
“Emma, what are you?” Regina began to say, but Emma kissed her again. Then again and again with an aching gentleness, coaxing the pain away. Regina felt her body begin to relax, the numbing pain turning into memories as she began to reciprocate every caress of the lips. There may not have been magic in Storybrooke, but the affect Emma had on her was so strong, this was as close to it as she could feel that wasn’t the black magic that coursed through her veins.
Emma broke the kiss, as if waking from a spell, breathless. Surprised by how much her own heart leapt when Regina kissed her back. “I’m sorry. If you want me to stop…”
“Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.” Regina signed, breathless herself, as they studied each other’s face, maybe for some trace of insincerity, their history demanded it.
“I don’t ever want to stop with you.”
They held each other like the most valuable of jewels. They kissed again, this time with an unstoppable passion and in complete opposition to their first experience in the hospital. Emma wasn’t trying to save Henry, she was saving Regina.
Emma threaded her hands behind Regina’s head, tangling in her hair, pulling her forward and deepened the kiss, their tongues dancing - their bodies moving in unison. The moans escaping their mouths only served to further their growing arousal. The heat emanating from them filling the space. The sensations of their passion travelled down their spines and pooled in their sex. Both growing slicker.
As they parted lips, catching their breathes for another round, they remained close enough to feel the breath of the other, unable, afraid, to part for too long lest it break the spell between them. Regina traced her hands down Emma’s shoulders, then down her chest, filling her hands with the curves of Emma’s breasts, making her gasp with pleasure. She felt Emma’s heart beating, taking comfort in it. Unable to help herself, Emma kissed her again and unbuttoned the silk shirt.
“Come here,” she managed to say and pulled Regina to her so that the other woman was straddling her. Regina rose to her knees slightly, gaining in height as she slipped her silk shirt off, letting it fall on the floor.
Emma noticed this and quickly picked it up, “You don’t want to do that,” as she placed the shirt on the dashboard, “It’s dirty and wet down there.”
A smile flashed between them, thinking of the same thing, a brief light hearted moment. “No pun intended,” Emma grinned. Regina smirked coyly as she unclasped her bra and hung it on the stirring wheel, her breasts falling free – the sight of which thrilling her partner. Emma’s charged gaze and the remaining cool air causing goosebumps to form on her chest. In response, Emma laced her fingers beneath the waist of Regina’s jeans as she engulfed one of Regina’s breasts into her mouth. Suckling at each of her nipples, hardening at the touch of Emma’s swirling, wet tongue – a breathless shudder as Emma nipped at each nipple with her teeth. Never was she more sensitive to anyone’s touch. Regina arched her back into it, allowing Emma all that she could have to which Emma took with a growing desire never before unquenchable until now.
Regina propped herself a littler higher, her arms looped around the other’s neck, as Emma began to pull down Regina’s jeans along with her underwear. Now she was completely bare, a niggling fear nipped at her, which Emma recognised immediately. Never was she more vulnerable. “I’m not going to hurt you.” Emma reassured as she began to strip herself of her own clothing.
When the last garment was off, Emma pulled at Regina to straddle her again, wanting to feel Regina’s weight on her, wanting to have Regina’s strong legs wrapped around her waist, to have the heat of their core as one. Regina willingly obliged, no words needed. She couldn’t help but groan as Emma cupped her bottom as their lips met. Their bodies undulating like a ship lost in a wave of pleasure and arousal, their hands exploring, navigating each other’s bodies.
Emma broke the kiss again, looked straight at the object of her desire, “I want you.” A declaration as much as a plea. Regina in turn, took Emma’s hand and guided it to the slickness between her thighs. The thrill of Emma’s stare held nothing against the heady pleasure of Emma’s deft fingers stroking her slick folds. Emma’s breath hitched, feeling Regina’s arousal dripping at her touch and the overwhelming need to be inside her grew, Regina’s hot breath against her ear pleading, “Please…” and the whimper as she slid two fingers inside her and a thumb stroking Regina’s ever swelling bud. Their lips connected, tongues exploring the other, moans releasing with pleasure as Regina rocked against Emma’s fingers sliding in and out of her in an unbroken and quickening rhythm. Her head rolled back and she let go of Emma in a moment of surrender, her body almost losing balance as a consequence had it not been for Emma’s other arm wrapping itself around her waist and pulling her tight against her own.
Regina began to feel the ecstasy plume within her. Her breath fluttering as the orgasm loomed closer. They both felt Regina’s walls tightening around Emma’s fingers, the release imminent against Emma’s unrelenting thrusts and Regina grinding her hips against Emma, her arms looped tightly around her neck, holding Emma close to her, wanting nothing in between them. The explosion of pleasure as the orgasm surged through her was like nothing she had ever felt before.
They fell back on the seat, Emma hovering on top of her, there was no other way for her to be in the confined space of the pick-up. Emma laid soft kisses on her and gently pulled out of Regina as the orgasms last waves waned. Their eyes glassy with pleasure, their chests rising and falling from the physical exertion, their gaze never breaking from one another. Regina watched as Emma tasted her slickness from the very fingers that brought her to ecstasy and she planted a deep kiss on Emma, tasting remnants of her own pleasure. “You taste amazing.” Emma whispered against her lips.
“You are exquisite Emma Swan.” she whispered back.
Regina began to turn her over – wanting to return the favour, but Emma stops her. “I want you to rest, Regina. We have a long road ahead.”
“I don’t want you to think that this is one-sided. I want to-” Regina protested.
“Hush now. Let’s rest. I think we both need it.”
Regina kissed her softly and they shifted their bodies as best they could to be comfortable, Emma resting her head on Regina’s chest, the sound of Regina’s heart beating contentedly, lulling her to sleep. Regina watched her eyelids fluttering shut, the tiredness of their love-making and the events of the past few days taking its toll on the saviour of Storybrooke.
Assured that Emma was asleep, Regina released her blonde hair from its bun and dried it as best and as gently as she could with the same towel Emma had used on her. Regina contemplated the ragged piece of fabric, wondering about it’s journey. Regretful of the journey she had fated Emma from her birth to now, what would happen to Emma now if she aligned herself with Regina. She knew she had no happy ending, at least not one without the consequence of inflicting pain on others. She would have to settle on making sure Emma got her happy ending which meant it was also Henry’s.
As exhaustion began to overcome her, she let herself finally exhale, allowing herself a brief respite from the fight she had been battling all her life - for once content and it was all at the hand of this woman who was supposed to end her, but instead by some twist of fate, became the key that unlocked the chains around her heart.
Outside, the storm began to wane. A hooded figure appeared from the woods, her boots making indentations on the wet earth as she approached the pick-up truck, finding two sleeping figures inside.
She returned to the woods, meeting back up with her party after an hour.
“We’ve been looking for you. I thought you might have gotten lost.”
“Don’t worry Grumpy, all I have to do is follow your scent.” Red winked at the dwarf.
“Well, there’s no trace of them so far. Did you find anything?”
Red looked behind her, the direction from which she came, contemplating an answer, conflicted.