Title: Good Clean Fun - Part 2
Author: Shatterpath
Feedback address: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
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: 878
Sequel to: Good Clean Fun - Part 1
Warnings: GENDERBEND. Male Emma is merely an observer in this first part. THREESOME. Missing scene from my epic 'Sophrosyne'
Archive: ShatterStorm Productions & AO3 only.
Feedback: Constructive criticism is always welcome.
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Disclaimer: "Once Upon a Time," the characters, and situations depicted are the property of Adam Horowitz, Edward Kitsis, Kitsis/Horowitz, and ABC Studios. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This site is in no way affiliated with "Once Upon a Time," ABC, or any representatives of the actors.

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.

++ Regina ++

With heart rate still high from the surprise of my beloved's appearance, I return my attention to an exhausted and physically frustrated Reul. She's sprawled out boneless with one arm over her eyes, breath harsh. After being thwarted twice now in achieving orgasm, the teasing has inadvertently become cruel and I actually feel badly for that.

"Shhh," I soothe, running a softly cupped hand over her breasts and belly, nosing at an ear.

"I thought this was supposed to be fun," she complains petulantly and I almost swallow the splutter of amusement, moving away to suckle at her neck. Emma doesn't even bother to try, his low chuckle warm in the still air of the bedroom.

"You've been left hanging twice now and you must be so ready, hmmm? But think how good relief will feel."

"Please," she moans, giving my bossy side another thrill, and once more twines her fingers with mine, drawing them down.

"Well, since you asked so nicely."

Despite the tease in my voice, I have no intention of delaying the poor woman's orgasm any longer. It shouldn't take much, her body writhing at the first brush of our fingers and I wrap my legs around her closer thigh to leave the baby bump tucked safely to her hip and away from any flailing limbs. Good thing too, as the climax rushes over Reul suddenly and she makes a sound that is more like pain than pleasure. Mouthing the pounding jugular in her neck for a moment, I hum soothingly as her body half calms.

"Still riled I see. Not really a surprise."

Reul looks eager and terrified over more sexual explorations and I chuckle and give her a quick kiss.

"You're sensitive, no shock there. Just relax and take a break. I need to go kiss up to my sheriff anyway."

++ Blue ++

With my body both soothed and humming with energy, I'm content to rest for the moment and soak up all of the sensations in me. Despite the earlier complaint, I cannot deny how impossibly good the lovemaking makes this body feel. That both sets of mental sensibilities are completely scandalized has little effect on the need and the lassitude. Right now, I don't have the energy to listen to the condemnation anyway.

That said, I'm dizzy with relief colored with disappointment to be left alone for the moment, Regina standing to stretch in a lovely show of physicality. With an arrogant swagger and completely unselfconscious of her nudity, she settles into Emma's lap and loops her arms around his neck.

"You look bored, Darling."

The tease in her voice is unmistakable, even to my inexperienced ears and Emma smiles warmly. "Bored? Is that how I look?"

Their kisses and loving chuckles are beautiful, as is the contrast of Regina's bareness to Emma's fully clothed body, and his pale hands on her darker skin.

"I suppose there might be something useful I can do with myself."

"Well, I've always maintained that you have terrible impulse control."

"Yeah, lucky you."

I find myself smiling as the adoration between them shines clearly despite the bantering words.

"You feelin' anxious, Love?" Emma's voice is adoring and somewhat smug, deepening my enjoyment of being the audience here.

"I'm deep in my second trimester, you idiot. You're lucky I let you leave this house."

Laughing uproariously, Emma grabs her and lovingly nuzzles her neck and breasts. "Yeah, I've said there's worse fates than being your love slave."

++ Emma ++

While I always get a kick out of bantering with Regina, we do our best work with an audience and Blue's smile is gratifying. She takes herself too seriously anyway, so bonus!

A sudden, sharp shiver makes me remember that the old house isn't the warmest place in Storybrooke, regardless of the cheerful fire blazing away, and I shift my hug into something more for warmth than lust.

"You're going to get a chill," I admonish affectionately and give her a swat on the ass to stop the comment I know is coming. "Back in that bed with you and get covered up. Chop, chop!"

Glaring at me for the bossiness, Regina does as ordered, her haughty look made hilarious by her nudity. Picking up a pair of grey pants I don't recognize, I stand and grab the wooden chair I keep in the room to put my shoes on and park my ass next to the bed. Petting Blue's hair away from her eyes affectionately, I grin at my lover where she has obediently snuggled into the bedding to warm herself.

"So I see that you two did manage to get some shopping done. These are nice."

"They are strange," Blue says distractedly and I bet my smile's gettin' dirty again. "But they are nice, yes."

"Strange, hmm?" I muse with false innocence and run my hand, wrapped in the soft cashmere, over her belly and thighs. "The material? Or the fit?"

Eyes fluttering shut, Blue squirms, her mind clearly not on my casual questions, and Regina chuckles. "And they say I'm evil."

"Hey, you were the one that got me even passingly interested in clothing."

"Teases," Blue grumbles as she writhes and we both chuckle and pet her warming skin.