#sq26

kink discovery - "i'll do anything"

sex pollen - "mine"

age gap - "you look beautiful in my color"

plumber/handyperson/gardener - "that's all you're getting"

jealousy - "teach me"

restraints / shibari - "can you do that for me?"

there was only one bed - "how do you know my name?"

supernatural creature - "i didn't come for dinner" - "then what did you come for?" - "you"

untouched - "show me"

public sex - "don't you dare"

striptease - "I'm proud of you"

bloodplay - "wanna bet?" - "bet."

The Cuck Chair - "mommy"/"daddy"

dry humping - "on your knees/back/belly"

no underwear - "and that's my fault? maybe try making better choices"

hands (anonymous) - "are you sure you can take it?"

pet play / collaring - "you're wrong"

auralism (loud vs quiet) - "finally something we can agree on!"

academia porn - "don’t make me make you sleep on the floor"

praise / degradation - "give them back"

biting - "strip"

at work - "big enough"

free use - "that's all you're getting"

g!p / magic dick - "silence."

humiliation - "show some respect. it's your majesty"

body swap - "talk to me"

threesome - "give it to me, baby"

erogenous zones - "i'll be watching"

fighting / make up sex - "believing in even the possibility of a happy ending is a very powerful thing"

worship - "I hope you're satisfied"

The Queen's words were tinted with a particular kind of diction. One that Emma had gotten to hear very few times over the years but knew that came out when Regina's memory as the consort of man far too powerful, far too much for a young woman to say not to. The kind of diction, at the end of it, that spoke of the need for door to be opened and actions to be taken, of the fear to be imparted once rumors began to travel, when bodies were discovered and tears needed to be shed so no one would ever suspect you. So everyone respected you.

The Queen's magic was different as well: faster, more cutting. Whilst Regina's signature was still present on both of them -the scent and the touch when feeling it around her, Regina's spoke of the care and nuance brought to one that had spent long without it but felt it as part of oneself. It spoke of power and agency and the way magic can obfuscate and conjure. The Queen's sat straighter, more electrical upon touch, hoping to cause pain before the blow came. It spoke of less of a shield and more of a weapon. One tempered with the magic of the man that was the Dark One still and built the sides of Regina had come to understand years into the future from that first moment in where she was originally given the option of a type of freedom that would burn the tip of her tongue for how much she had dared to wish for it.

And yet.

Emma stared as Regina cursed and promised to find a way of out where they were, as The Queen quipped back in the same quick fashion Emma knew Regina being capable off. And it might have worked on others, she thought, this disguise she wore but Emma doubted -now that she had had the time to look at every detail, every delectable change of the light as it moved across The Queen's neck, the way she breathed into that... was that a bodice? that she wore- that the disguise itself would fool Henry. Or her for that matter. If presented with the need, of course.

No, she decided, staring as Regina' hands grasped the edges of the mirror, dialogue getting heated now as The Queen's own hands curved around her biceps, purple softly flashing out. She would know.

And she was about to go on an internal tirade on how she would be able to, until she was brought onto the conversation by The Queen herself as the woman addressed her: eyes purple for a moment as Emma realized she had lost the entirety of the previous moments between both women and had no idea how she was supposed to respond.

"...I... what?"

Regina turned, eyes widening as The Queen chuckled, and Emma felt the sweat beginning to pool on her lower back as she found herself the center of attention. Of their attention. It was too much, she thought, as she saw the Queen's lips curve.

"I said, dear, that I doubt she is going to be able to stop me when she is not even capable of keeping her loyal friend invested enough on our conversation. Seems I was right."

And Emma would love to be able to refute The Queen's words. She truly, honestly, would. If it wasn't for her apparent inability to keep the words on her mouth when submitted to two sets of eyes that were so different and yet, the same.

She felt her mouth open, a string of words about to come out, her voice echoing before abandoning her mouth.

"Why not?"

The Queen chuckled just as Regina looked absolutely incensed.

"Indeed." The Queen's smirk was the last thing Emma needed to render herself unable to reply but then the woman kept on talking; eyes downcast and one hand pointing towards Regina's general direction. "Tell me, Miss Swan; when was the last time this..." - smile widening, teeth flashing, dangerously, the brunette feigned to search for a word that came out of her far too prepared for it to not have been just that "de-fanged version of mine did not look at you with something that was not some pathetic form of burning longing?"

The Queen moved closer to the mirror now, all triumphant as Emma felt herself completely unable to look towards Regina. Not a chance, she decided, ears burning, cheeks flaming and some imperious need to not blink as the Queen's laughter came rumbling from the mirror's surface.

"Mainly," she continued, eyes now inspecting her nails with the same bored expression than talking about the weather to some place far enough for it to be not important to her life whatsoever "because I believe you've taken the bad habit to think of me as reformed." She lowered her hand now, eyes back to Emma's face as Emma heard the whispered whoosh of Regina's fireball about to be casted, charging energy somewhere near her vicinity. "Or, rather, noise you can tune out. And trust me, Savior, you would not know where to start."

Any added line was lost when the fireball exploded against the mirror, the flames licking and then blurring the image as the surface sputtered before turning unresponsive.

By the time Emma made herself look at Regina the woman was already carefully, very carefully, evading her eyes.

"Regina..."

"Don't."

And then...