Title: Good Clean Fun - Part 1
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Date in Calendar: 24 June 2014
Date Written: 6-23-14
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: Regina Mills/ Reul Ghorm/ Genderbent Emma Swan
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: 1135
Warnings: GENDERBEND. Male Emma is merely an observer in this first part. THREESOME. Missing scene from my epic 'Sophrosyne'
Archive: ShatterStorm Productions & AO3 only.
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Author’s Notes: On 12-13-12, Ariestess and I had an IM conversation about how many less than satisfactory genderbends existed. So, as a matter of writer pride, I decided I would show the universe how to do it well. I have to say that I had no idea what a monster of a fic this would turn out to be nor how emotionally freeing is was to explore.
Spoiler alert: This story picks up towards the end of 'Tallahassee'; after Emma and Anton come to an accord and Emma returns to pull Hook from the wreckage of the fallen castle stones. By making a modification to the shackle she uses to bind Hook, I came up with my rewrite. Many events of 'Into The Deep' and 'Queen of Hearts' are closely parallel to canon, so please be patient with me until we get to the truly original stuff! Once Emma and Snow climb out of the wishing well, the rest of the story is all me.
'Canon' notes: As there was a nearly five week gap between episode 9 and 10, much of this was written in that time and I have actively contradicted quite a lot of canon in this tale because of that. Some obvious examples are as follows. The length of time it takes Cora and Hook to arrive in Storybrooke, takes days and not moments. The meeting with Neal goes wildly different. Rumpel's fate. What happens when Cora and Regina meet again. So stay open-minded!
Dedication: Ariestess of course! Because her evil brain helped me come up with this! And Caitrin, for sending me off to go look at pictures of Chris Hemsworth, who I didn't know from Adam at the time, and getting the straight-Regina muse all squidgy! A reader (Westfanemt333) was curious what happened after Emma walked out leaving Regina and Blue in the bathtub, but I didn't have enough time in the pace of the story for any shenanigans, so I skipped ahead a few days.
Beta: Last minute entry, so all mistakes are my own.
++ Blue ++
Some part of me still wonders how I came to be in this position. Standing in Modern Fashions, the women's clothing store here in Storybrooke, with a pair of… trousers in my hands. I have never worn trousers in my life! Even in the persona given to me by the Curse, thick, warm tights as armor against the cold of this place were the bulkiest thing I've ever had between my legs.
Traitorously, that particular thought triggers off the riotous cacophony of carnal memories that haunt me now. They're never far away, leaving me distracted constantly, or worse, crying out in my sleep to the point where the other fairies have been enquiring after my sleep. No, not nightmares…
Blushing hotly, I step into the pants and draw them up to button them around my waist. My reflection is a shock, showing me a woman I barely recognize in her very… normalcy.
Regina's question and her pulling back the curtain to smirk nearly makes me jump clean out of the new clothes, my heart racing. "You scared me!"
The smirk deepens as she steps closer to adjust the fabric covering me with matter-of-fact hands. "Yes, I have that effect on people."
To laugh at that dry comment is so wildly inappropriate, but I near myself giggle nervously anyway. It isn't as though I have any pretences left…
Those elegant hands trail down the silky soft shirt and once more I am suffused with that illicit heat.
"How does the fabric feel?"
The question barely registers, my mind spiraling downward with her trailing hand at the high waist of the disconcerting trousers. There is a moist heat over my ear and temple-- when had I closed my eyes-- and her voice is a husky whisper close enough to bring goosebumps to my skin.
"Is the waistband a good fit?"
Somehow, I don't think we're talking about clothes any longer…
++ Regina ++
Oh, I'm fully aware that I'm not supposed to be enjoying this as much as I am. Oh, certainly, I'm relishing Reul's obvious erotic distress, but more than that, having her at my mercy. Just by proximity and the lone, caressing hand. And I've hardly even gotten inappropriate… yet.
Smoothing my flat hand over her belly, I let my fingers dip beneath the waistband, relishing the flat, powerful muscles hiding beneath her clothing. That had been an entirely unexpected pleasure when our carnal games had gotten Reul naked those few days ago. Who knew Miss Priss was curvy and muscled beneath the boring nun's clothing?
Ah, but there is nothing nun-like about this woman now. Breathing shallow, face flushed, pretty mouth half open, she looks completely fuckable.
"We wouldn't want you constricted, hmm?"
Careful not to muss either of us-- even I don't want to draw any extra curiosity from the staff-- I lick a hot stripe behind her ear and relish the strangled moan. Poor thing has been repressed for lifetimes!
"Do you like the fabric? Very soft and comfortable."
With a twist of my wandering hand, the hook and eye fastener is loose and I can squirm my fingers lower.
"Do you know how Emma and I coupled up?" my voice is a bare whisper, mindful as I am by only a curtain separating us from the outside world. "This very way. Changed bodies have… maintenance needs that can be harmful to one's peace of mind to ignore. And I'm going to hazard a guess that you've had no relief since we uncorked you those few days ago, hmmm?"
Oh, that pitiful little sound gives me a dark thrill, as does the unconscious press of her pelvis to my gentle touch. The humid burn attracts by blind fingers, feeling the curve of her contours beneath the soft cotton, the tremble of her muscles.
"And while your need is lovely, my dear," there's no mistaking the dark thrum in my voice, "you've no need for another if you don't want it. However, I can offer a helping hand."
With a sharp inhale and a small, high-pitched noise, Reul tilts her head back as I brush against the apex of her thighs where I know her ache is sharp and needy.
++ Emma ++
I'm not concerned since there's no sense of alarm comin' down the pipe of the magical connection I share with Regina, but I will confess to being curious as hell and a teeny bit annoyed. The big house on Mifflin street is quiet, as one would suspect for late morning on a school day, so I head upstairs to the bedroom. When I very stealthily open the door, expecting my lover to be napping, the soft murmur of a sexed-up female is a pleasant surprise. As is the view of their naked bodies, intertwined fingers playing at the wet heat between Blue's legs.
Well then. I suppose a little break from my fatherly duties is in order.
Blue's close, her wordless begging has that unmistakable edge, her body writhing desperately, prodding her own touch and Regina's where she like it the best. Because she's so close, I feel doubly bad when first Regina-- with a spooked-horse startle-- notices me, drawing Blue's attention. The later makes an animalistic squeak, yanking fingers away from her dripping pussy. Amused, but hiding it, I raise an eyebrow to go with the crossed arms and drawl out my best deadpan tone.
"Sorry to interrupt, but someone wasn't answering her phone and nagged me, just this morning I might add, to not forget to come get her for our appointment with Doctor Kimba for, oh let's see, a week sixteen check up?"
Regina has the grace to look sheepish, her eyes jerking from me to the clock by the bed and back to me again. For a moment, she just purses her mouth and is clearly searching for what to say based on my deadpan expression that I'm expending a great effort to maintain. Then she smiles flirtatiously mixed in with the sheepish look, which is impossibly endearing.
"I was distracted?"
Bursting out laughing, I finally step into the room and close the door behind me before striding over to the bed. Obligingly, Regina rolls onto her back to let me lean over and kiss her leisurely while I blindly reach out to trail fingers over Blue's shoulder, neck and chin. With a last, friendly lick to my lover's top lip, I flash a grin to our playmate and straighten up to wave airily at them. "Don't stop on my account. Oh, and Gina? I already rescheduled us for tomorrow."
"Whatever would I do without you?"
Chuckling at her customary sass, I sit on the chaise to unzip my boots and toe them off, perfectly content to be an audience.