Working Out the Lustfull Times || SwanQueen

#5 - A once ugly duckling

EMMA'S P.O.V:

I'm there, in the hospital room, slouching next to the bed where my mother lay. Her cold, white skin reflecting the raindrops that smear the large dark window across the room. Even though she lay dead, her body was still letting off a glow which was the only source of light and empowerment coming from the whole of the hospital. I drag my feet behind me, striding into the barren hallways, with my head hung low. Not one one light was on, intensifying the fearsome aurora lurking low behind every corner. I knew how this would go ... I make my way through each terrorising and sinister hallway of that hospital, with my body aching from tension and my mind splitting with confusion and anger. The lights would flicker, making me pause and jump at every sound and whisper. The floor would crumble and the sky would lift into a black circle of nothingness. I scrunched up my nose and pinched down on my eyelids not wanting to see my own agonising death, as I did just witness my own Mothers. I would fall and fall and fall into a deep, dark, dooming pit of bodies ... but, just before falling, I hear a voice. It's not my Mothers, and I can't even remember my fathers. It was a sweet, but deep song, from a person I couldn't recall - I have had this dream almost every night for a year, and this was not the way I thought it had ended. I raise my head and see a tall, beautiful brunette standing behind a glass window. One side of her hair tucked behind her ear, which was dripping with blood, and her lips, though plump and glossy, cut and red sore. Regina? "Emma ... Please ... Help me ..." She pleaded with agony, smacking her hand against the glass leaving a stain of blood ... when I see a figure behind, in a black hood, holding a something high in the air, about to plunge it right down, until all I hear is a sickening scream let out ......

I awoke in a complete sweat, gasping for as much air as my lungs could handle. Beads of moisture came dripping down my temple, soaking the bedsheets and leaving a stain of lather on the pillow behind me. A hand comes reaching for my shoulder and I pull back so suddenly I fall off of the bed and onto the floor in horror. "Emma, Emma ... it's me ... It's Regina, darling" That same, sweet voice again. She plucked me off of the floor, sat me on the side of the bed, flicking on both the bedside lamps. I just lay with my head hung low, her body wrapped around mine and her hand gracefully planted on my chin. 

"Emma, Darling, what's the matter? You look terrible!" 

"Regina ... I can't ... explain ... It's all ... too ... much" I am wildly struggling to catch a single breath in this clammy room

"Okay, it's fine. Just sit her, breathe slowly" I look up as I feel her body depart from mine and she's standing on the other side of the room, lifting up the window to let air in. I run, speedily over to both the window and her, sticking my head out like a dog in a hot car. I'm trying to let as much cold air into my lungs as I possibly could, feeling the small crystallised snowflakes gather in my chest, but the frost chokes me half way and it begins to close on my throat. 

REGINA'S P.O.V:

Emma looked absolutely terrified. Her silk underwear and creased and tucked where she had gotten so uncomfortable. I knew I couldn't let her lay like this for the rest of the night after she had calmed herself down in her own pace, and so I began to unmake the bed, ripping the sheets and pillows off and throwing them into the corner of the room. She closed the window with a gasp and peered over to me in confusion. I just grabbed her hand and lead her to my on-suite. Turning the showering to a hot temperature and undressing the little clothing both of us had on I pulled back the curtains, waiting for Emma to follow me in. I could see she was hesitant so I stepped out, gently curled her hair back behind her ear, away from her face and kissed her lovingly on the forehead. Looking down at her with a sweet and endearing smile she knew she was safe, when she broke down in tears. There's a difference between sad and happy tears, both of which I had encountered throughout my lifetime, but Emma's were much different then I had ever seen. She had the look of distress and dismay plastered on her face but had the sense of emotion, of love and trust. After I had wiped away her salty tear drops from her check she nodded and backed me up into the shower. I was looking intensively into her eyes the whole time and as the water hit her face she froze, looking up and shutting her eyes, embracing the warm water as best she could. I turn her around and grab the shampoo bottle from the ground -  the same shampoo Emma had complimented me on earlier, you know, the one that had made me smell like apples - and rubbed in therapeutically into her scalp, through her wet wisps and grazing the tip of each strand. She let out a moan, but not a sexy moan, more like a delicate and pure sense of security. 

Because we had no clean sheets on the bed, we both had to be sandwiched together on the couch downstairs, with a large, thick blanket to share between the both of us. I began playing with her damp hair again as I had before in hopes that she would fall asleep, but she looked up at me, with her head resting on my chest and her arm slung over my torso. Emma simply smiled at me and said, "It wasn't forty-eight hours ago I was doing this to you. How come it's changed?" She was right, but I thought best leave the cheesy relationship details for later, and just leant in kissing her mouth softly. Oh my god ... did I just say relationship? I know I've taken care of her, even more, she's taken care of me the way a couple would but ... that doesn't mean anything ... does it?

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*A/N:*

Sorry, this was a short chapter; just a progression chapter I like to call it - just to build on Emma and Regina's relationship a little more. And I can feel myself becoming more formal with my format of writing in each chapter, sorry about that too! Force of habit, being a GCSE student and all - always forced to write 'formally'! Please, comment below what you think/want to happen to our lovely couple here ... it's your story as much as it is mine. 

KISSES XOXO (#StrugglesOfWantingToQuoteGossipGirl !!!)