Pairing: Snow Queen
Warnings: Darkfic, dub-con
Regina clutched the sleeping gown that she was wearing to her body as she slowly made her way back to her rooms. Leopold was done having his way with her body for the night and had banished Regina back to her chambers. Obviously, to him, she was inferior to his previous wife and as such was unworthy of sleeping with him in his bed.
She didn't mind that anyway, she didn't want to sleep beside the man that had taken her freedom away from her. She would continue to perform her marital duties with him, but that didn't mean she had to enjoy them. As she neared her rooms she slowed to a stop near an armoured guard.
"Can I help you, your Majesty?" the Guard asked, his voice echoing slightly from within the confines of his helmet.
She put a hand onto his forearm lightly, looking up at him with a, hopefully genuine, smile, "Would you be a dear and fetch Snow White for me? We were meant to have a little mother-daughter talk tonight, and I got quite," she hesitated slightly before continuing, "..carried away with the King."
The guard bowed his head towards the Queen, "Of course, your Majesty," he said before briskly walking off towards Snow White's rooms.
Regina chuckled darkly as she stepped into her rooms; Snow wouldn't know what had hit her after their little chat tonight. Sitting down at her vanity she began to deftly unwind her hair. When she was done she looked at herself. Where had the girl that she had been gone?
Her jaw clenched and she stared into her eyes, watching the anger burn in them. Snow had ruined everything; she had sentenced her to this life, constantly having to please a man that she had no desire for and who called out another woman's name every time he used her body. Well, Snow would learn some hard life lessons tonight- whether she liked it or not.
She was jolted out of her rage by a soft hand touching her shoulder and pushing her hair to one side, "Regina? Is everything okay?"
Regina raised her hand to touch Snow's and smiled a sickly sweet smile up at her. "Snow, you're here. I'm glad."
Snow smiled brightly at her step mother through the mirror. "Could I do your hair?"
Taking in a sharp breath she tried to keep the rage out of her voice as she answered, "Of course, dear. I'd love it."
Snow leaned forward, her body pressing into Regina's shoulder as she reached over to grab a brush off of the vanity. The weight left her body almost as soon as it had come, but it left her hungry for what would happen later- after the pleasantries were finished.
Snow started pulling the brush through her hair softly, slowly tugging out the tangles. Her hand stroked the hair, savouring the soft texture of it. "I love your hair, Regina. It's always so soft," she whispered, trying to not disturb the comfortable silence that had fallen over the room, "Mine never gets this soft and it's always so curly. All of my curls go every which way and I just wish mine was like yours."
Regina let out a laugh, "Nonsense. Your hair is quite lovely, dear. Don't put yourself down."
The 17 year old princess let out a small bubbly giggle as she wrapped her arms around the queens shoulders from behind and pressed her face onto Regina. "I love having you here, Regina. There's nobody else that I can talk to."
Regina face contorted into a disgusted sneer as she watched Snow's movements in the mirror. This selfish girl just never stopped taking, did she? She stood up and turned slowly, trying not to jostle the girl. She let her arms wrap around the princess and pressed her red lips into the girls hair. Any lingering guilt that she had about the plan dissolved; Snow deserved what was coming to her.
"Is there something that you needed to talk to me about, Snow?" Regina asked as she gently lead the princess over to her bed and sat down on the comforter, tugging Snow down with her. "You know you can tell me anything, don't you, dear?"
Snow gave a watery smile up at Regina. "I know, Regina," she paused for a moment before continuing, "What is it like?"
Regina's face contorted slightly in confusion. "What is what like?"
The princess looked down at her hands, twisting them together in agitation as she tried to get her question out, "I heard a couple of the guards, I mean, they were talking and I heard, they were talking about, um," her cheeks flushed a pale red colour and she bit her lip. "Never mind, it's not important."
Regina tried to contain her smirk; dear, sweet Snow was just making this too easy for her. She scooted closer to the girl on the bed and pushed a lock of the wild hair behind her ear, letting her nails graze the shell of her ear as she did so. "Of course it's important, Snow. Tell me what they were saying; is it something that we need to talk to the king about?"
"No!" Snow looked panicked. "No please, Regina, I don't want my father to know."
Even better. "Of course, dear. I understand," Regina smiled at Snow before draping an arm around her shoulders, her hand coming to rest on the girls clavicle as she started to gently brush her fingers back and forth. "What would you like to know?"
Snow smiled at Regina and put her head on Regina's shoulder. "They were talking about," she stopped for a moment and averted her eyes before whispering, "the marital bed."
If Snow had looked at Regina in that moment she would have seen the sadistic glee on the Queens face. If she had seen the look, she may have gotten up and left without looking back. She might have even run as fast as she could.
Unfortunately Snow had not looked up. She hadn't seen the look on Regina's face and so she stayed.
Regina cupped Snow's face in her hand and tilted her chin up, "What do you want to know about, dear?" She asked quietly as she let her thumb gently caress the girls cheek bone, "Is there anything specific?"
Snows tongue darted out to lick her lips and she swallowed in an attempt to wet her throat and calm her nerves. "What is it like?"
Regina's eyes darkened as she gazed down at Snow. "What would you like me to tell you, Snow?" She leaned forward, her warm breath cascading over the girls face, "Would you like me to tell you how wonderful it feels?" Regina's thumb grazed Snow's bottom lip as she continued, "How.. Fulfilling it is?"
"Regina.." Snow's eyes were wide and fearful as she stared up at her step mother. "What.."
"Shh," she murmured as she leaned towards the girl, her eyes hooded.
The princesses breath was laboured, her chest heaving as she watched Regina apprehensively. Her voice wavered, "What are you doing?"
"Teaching you," was the last thing that she heard before Regina's lips crashed into hers.