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Title: Up Against the Wall [Chapter One]
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: Regina/Mary Margret
Rating: …let’s be safe and say R… just to be safe…
Summary: Even when she was the Evil Queen, she took comfort in Snow
White’s company, but she would never admit it. Not even to
herself. Set the night Regina *SPOILER* kills Graham. After she
crushes his heart, she goes to Mary Margret’s house seeking
comfort but gets more than she expected.
Notes: It switches back and forth between Mary’s PoV and Regina’s PoV,
but I hope I made the switches clear… if they aren’t, go ahead and
let me know what you think I could do to fix it; I’m always
looking for ways to improve xx
Also, I am new-ish to the fandom so bear with me. I’ve seen all
the current episodes so it’s not like I don’t know anything, but
just in case it seems OOC at points, that’s why; although I tried
very hard to stay as close to what I know as possible…
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It was just like any other night. She was alone, finding petty ways to keep herself busy. Her surroundings were dimly lit, but it was pleasant; the lamps cast just enough light to keep her awake as the moonlight streamed in through the windows.
Then, there was a knock at the door, turning the rather comfortable evening into an every-once-in-a-while night. She gazed at the door for a moment, her mind formulating ideas as to who might be on the other side, before she put down her current occupation and raised herself from her seat to answer it.
She walked unhurried to the door, twisted the cool handle, and pulled back. On the other side stood the farthest thing from her mind: Regina. Mary surveyed her, mouth faintly agape and brow furrowed with surprise, confused more than anything.
Regina had a cut on the corner of her lip, which was bleeding, and her eyes were gleaming with tears, her expression a hollow stare. Her black pants, normally neatly kept, were coated in grey dust from about the knees down. Her jacket was dusty too, although most of the discoloration was on its right sleeve.
Regina swallowed hard. “Can I come in?” she asked lifelessly.
There were a million things running through Mary Margret’s mind, all of them fighting to escape her mouth, but none of them did. She merely nodded and stood aside.
Her gaze shifted to the ground as she took a few feeble steps forward into Mary’s home. She heard the door click shut behind her as Mary closed it softly with both hands.
Regina didn’t know why she had come here. All she knew was that she couldn’t go home. She couldn’t let Henry see her like this. He would come up with too many stories. And besides that, home was the last place that Graham had… that she had seen him…
“What happened?” Mary asked delicately.
Regina’s eyes rolled back into her head as she focused agonizingly on fighting back tears, her forehead creasing with distress. She inhaled sharply through her nose, an involuntary reflex that had proven all too often to be her downfall while attempting to hide her misery from the people around her. Her eyes opened as she exhaled.
She tried to think of a reasonable answer as her eyes searched the room, her back to Mary. She certainly couldn’t tell her that she had just killed someone. She couldn’t say that she had just quarreled with Graham over his choice of a mate. Announcing that she just had a fight with Emma was too vague…
Out of ideas, she looked over her shoulder at the only soul in the room. Mary simply stared back, her bright eyes filled with concern and apologies.
“Madame Mayor?” she tried.
Regina turned away again as a single bead of saltwater fell down her flushed cheek. She swallowed again.
Mary stepped forward cautiously to meet Regina. She extended her index finger forward to touch the mayor’s hand, but then pulled back. While it might have seemed like a nice gesture, she wasn’t sure how Regina would react to it. However, against her better judgment, she tried again, this time successfully making contact.
She trailed the back of her finger slowly down Regina’s hand, starting at the wrist, ending after the knuckle. She expected Regina to recoil, but, instead, she did nothing but look down to where their skin had just touched and Mary waited patiently for a more comprehensible reaction as the woman’s gaze remained fixed.
After a moment, Regina’s eyes floated up to meet Mary’s and their gazes locked. Their eyes began to dart back and forth across each other’s faces, each of them searching for some hint as to what the other was thinking.
No longer able to handle the intensity, Mary broke the focus and brought her stare back down to Regina’s hand. She laced her fingers together with Regina’s and stroked her thumb up and down in a comforting motion.
Regina turned around to face Mary as she took her turn to swallow uncomfortably. The girl’s confused eyes came up to meet Regina’s. Regina blinked and another tear rolled down the opposite cheek. Mary brought her free hand up to wipe the water away.
Regina didn’t flinch.
Mary began to bring her hand back down to her side, but stopped, allowing it to rest around the back of Regina’s neck.
Regina’s heart began pounding. Her mind started to reel with ideas of what was going to happen next.
Realizing what the position must have looked like or what impression she must have been giving, she removed all contact, regaining possession of both hands.
She crossed nervously to her refrigerator.
“Can I get you anything?” she offered, busying herself by pretending to search through the contents of the nearly empty fridge.
“No, thanks,” Regina said matter-of-factly. She chuckled quietly at the pathetic attempt to avoid her.
Mary slammed the fridge door shut.
“Is there a reason you came here?” she asked, offended and impatient, as she spun back around.
Regina thought about it for a moment. “No,” she lied.
Mary shot her a look that was a blend of puzzlement and annoyance.
“I mean, I just,” Regina’s voice trailed off when she couldn’t think of anything else to say.
Even when she was the Evil Queen, she took comfort in Snow White’s company, but she would never admit it. Not even to herself.
Mary crossed her arms and shifted her weight as she waited for the rest of the response.
“Look, I just had a really rough night and I wanted…” she swallowed yet again, “I needed to be with someone,” she finished.
Mary’s expression softened. “Okay,” she said kindly.
Regina flashed a half-smile before bringing her stare, again, back to the ground. Mary stepped forward and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. Regina, thankful for the contact, waited a beat before closing the gap between them, embracing the school teacher fondly. Mary began the soothing gesture of gliding her hand up and down her back as Regina began to just barely sob.
All of a sudden, Mary had a strange sense of déjà vu. She pulled back, taking each of Regina’s hands into her own.
Regina saw it flash through her eyes. She panicked. As much as she regretted it, she did the first thing that came to her mind. She didn’t know how it was her first instinct; perhaps it was the still-surging adrenaline that clouded her judgment, or maybe the burning need for physical movement, perhaps she just felt that she needed to find a rebound as quickly as possible… nevertheless, both of them felt a surge of electricity when their lips met.
Mary shot back, her eyes wide.
Regina stared back at her, searching her face for further signs pointing to recognition of her fairytale life. Seeing nothing but shock, she tried again, this time her goal avoiding having to explain herself. The electricity sparked again just the same. Only this time, neither pulled away. They let it happen.
Mary let her eyes close as goose bumps inhabited her skin and a shiver rocketed up her spine.
Regina stepped forward and Mary stepped back. She could control her.
Snow White would never let herself be controlled by anyone. Mary would. Mary will think of everyone else’s comfort before she thought about her own. Snow White would take everyone else’s feelings into consideration, analyze how it would affect her or her father’s kingdom, and then either politely accept or decline action.
Regina liked being able to control Snow White. She had never been able to before. And after not being able to control Graham or Henry or Emma, it was an empowering sensation.
Filled with the rush of the accomplishment, she pushed back farther. And Mary followed.
Mary felt her back come into contact with her refrigerator door. She thought about pushing Regina away, but she didn’t. She simply felt the muscles of Regina’s body flex against hers.
She kept pushing forward even though she knew there was nowhere left to go. She cupped Mary’s head in both hands and pulled her deeper into the kiss while she thrust her body harder against her.
Mary whimpered when Regina opened her mouth for air. Regina smiled, amused, and then kept going.
Mary’s hands drifted up to rest on either side of Regina’s waist, her fingers fiddling with the belt of her jacket.
There was another knock at the door and Regina leapt off.
Both of their heart rates rapidly gained intensity as they panicked.
“Sit,” Mary demanded breathlessly, pointing to the floor behind the island in her kitchen.
Regina obeyed, her shock preventing her from thinking of a better plan.
Mary took a moment to compose herself as much as she could before striding to the door. For the second time that night, she pulled back the paint-peeled door with no clue of who would meet her.
“Henry?” she questioned upon seeing the mayor’s son.
Regina’s eyes widened as a cocktail of panic and anger flooded her chest.
“What are you doing here? It’s late.”
“Is Emma here?” Henry asked, holding his book close to his chest, his face beaming with excitement.
Regina’s fist tightened.
“No. Last I talked to her she was going to find Graham,” Mary said, a little confused.
“Oh.” The light in Henry’s face dimmed only slightly.
“I’ll tell her that you stopped by when she gets back,” she offered.
Henry’s smile returned to his face. “Thanks. And tell her that Graham is in on Operation Cobra.” And with that he raced off.
Mary stuck her head out the door as she watched him leave.
Regina stood up as the door closed. She was about ready to kill that boy for being out looking for Emma at such an hour. And what was ‘Operation Cobra’ about? And why was Graham a part of it?
When she saw Mary’s face, she remembered what had just happened. Once again, they merely stared at each other, not knowing what else to do.
“I should probably be going,” Regina finally said softly.
Mary nodded.
Regina stared at the floor as she walked to the door, more or less afraid to meet Mary’s gaze. She reached her hand forward and grabbed the handle, but before she could twist the knob, Mary extended her arm and blocked her exit. Regina’s eyes shot up.
“If you leave now, Henry’ll wonder why you were here,” she said.
Regina contemplated this. She was right. She didn’t even what to think of what Henry would come up with as to why the Evil Queen was visiting Snow White. He’d probably think she’d come to sell her a poisoned apple.
In one swift motion that you would have missed if you blinked, Mary grabbed Regina and pulled her back into another kiss.
Regina was surprised, but didn’t fight it. She didn’t want to.
Mary’s hands combed upward through Regina’s hair as she pushed her against the door. Regina’s hands slid above her head against the wall as Mary dragged her hands down her chest and ribs to grasp her belt and pulled, thrusting her hips forward as she did so.
Regina grasped Mary’s head once again and switched their positions, slamming her back against the wall and forcing the air out of her lungs. Mary opened her mouth to gasp for air and Regina took advantage of the gap, filling the empty space with her tongue.
Mary whimpered with surprise and satisfaction.
Encouraged by the reaction, Regina kept one hand behind Mary’s head and let the other one travel down her torso. She glided the heel of her hand down between her legs and curled her finger.
Mary’s eyes flew open and she pushed Regina off, successfully this time. Her spine was on fire with pleasure and it scared her.
She was always more of the romantic type. Ever since she could remember, she was always dreaming of a fluffy relationship with her “dream prince” that would turn into true love and a white wedding and a house full of children. She never imagined herself pinned to a wall with someone else’s tongue down her throat.
Both stood staring at each other once more, breathing heavily and equally aroused.
“I think you should go now,” Mary sighed, as much as she didn’t want her to. She wanted that one-night-stand that Emma kept talking about and Regina was someone that she could easily not call back, but at the same time, the mayor was someone who was impossible to avoid.
Regina raised an eyebrow to question her choice, giving her a chance to change her mind again. But Mary didn’t say a word.
“Fine,” Regina said coldly. She swung the door open, her eyes fixed on Mary Margret, gaze hard and iced. “Good night, dear,” she said before making her final exit by slamming the door behind her.
Mary stood panting where Regina left her.
Half of her wished that she had asked her to stay. She wanted to know what would have happened, but at the same time she didn’t; the thought scared her to death.
All of a sudden, a scene flashed before her eyes. It was choppy and blurry, but she could make out a large stone coffin decorated with red rose petals, a single white rose resting on top of them. Then, what appeared to be Regina standing in front of her, comforting her.
“I’m here for you, dear. Truly and forever,” she heard her say as a tear rolled down her face.
When she came out of the trance, her knees gave out and she collapsed, trying to catch her balance the whole way down. She sat on the cold wooden floor and tried to make sense of what she just saw, but could think of no logical explanation.
Why would she see that? Why Regina? At the very least, why did Regina look the way she did? She looked like some sort of medieval queen... And who did the coffin belong to?
Her mind was reeling with questions, but she chalked it up to the rush of hormones that had swarmed during her actual encounter with Regina. She felt it would be best to make herself a cup of tea, read a book, and then send herself to bed; do something, anything, to get her mind as far away from what just took place as possible.
She wanted to forget this night ever happened.