Skyline of concrete dreams- SwanQueen

Chapter 34

Hey, sorry for the slight delay- for those of you who read 'It's only hair, it grows' I followed Emma's footsteps and donated 40 cm of hair. It is so short now but I am so fucking proud. Anyway, enjoy the story.

Warning: Sexy times ahead.

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Apparently more scared for Emma then herself Regina refuses to budge from Emma's side. They spend the afternoon watching meaningless TV as they both try to digest what the hell happened that day. The sensory over-load seemed to weigh Emma down and she fell asleep, exhausted, on the couch.

When she woke up after an hour or so she found Regina sleeping as well, clinging to her form for dear life. She smiled down at her, wishing she had someone who worried about her the other times it has happened to her.

She didn't have the heart to tell the brunette about the numerous times she nearly got herself killed or worse, raped. Because yes, getting raped and losing control of your body is a lot worse than getting yourself killed. Emma didn't try too hard to put herself under protection, she didn't suck to anybody and especially not to all the so called 'gangsters' in their neighborhood. Since you had to actually bend over for a guy to have him protect her from another guy, well Emma didn't see the benefit in that. Add that to walking around late at night after work and you get a pretty lucky young Emma. A few scratches and bruises and one broken rib was nothing in comparison to what she could've experienced if she hadn't managed to pull herself out of harm's way at the last minute.

And the worst thing was that no one cared. Later on, in her last few months Neal cared, but before that? No one. It was the other way around, instead of having people from her house fighting for her she had to fight those guys too. It's repulsive to think how ill driven all those guys are simply because their hormones are raging.

Somewhere deep in her mind Emma knows that's probably the reason she slept with Neal. Yes, he was nice and gentle and practically a saint next to all the other guys in the neighborhood but he wasn't her big love. She loved him in more of a friendly way, she liked him in a romantic way but she wasn't sure she would've chosen him if her life were different. It's as if she made a conscious decision to sleep with him first before anything else happens, as if her mind actually did the sickening math and arrived to the conclusion that being raped not a virgin is not a bad as being raped as a virgin. In what world is this though is even fucking acceptable?

But it's in the past now, she concludes after a long unpleasant trip to her younger self in her head. She shakes herself out of it and tries to concentrate on the TV. When that doesn't work she looks down at Regina. That seems to calm her beating heart even if just for a little while. Her eyes rake the flawless olive skin, the finally calmed features, the plump lips and long lashes. She smiles down at her. Regina is hers. That thought makes her giddy to no hand and after resisting the urge for what seem like forever, she lets her fingers ghost over her face, brushing away fallen hair.

Regina stirs and hums in encouragement when Emma moves the pads of her fingers to her neck and then to her back. She practically purrs when Emma scratches her back lightly and the blonde can't help the chuckle that bubbles in her throat. Regina's eyebrow arches up before her eyelids even flutter and Emma's heart expands at the sight.

"You're so sarcastic" she whispers adoringly and moves the pads of her fingers over the plump lips. Regina opens them immediately and bites Emma's finger, making her gasp. She licks the captured finger with her tongue, missing the way Emma's orbs turn almost black and the action.

Finally she opens her eyes and squints at the amount of light with a little frown.

"God" Emma breathes "you're such a muffin" she literally can't help herself at this sight. Regina tries to send an intimidating glare but it proves Emma's point even more.