Trigger warning: Character Death

A/N: There is a little bit of Robin Hood, but it really is just a one sentence or so. Sub!Regina, dom!Emma (dark!Emma), and lots of smut. Eventual romance.

Chapter one

During their way back to Storybrooke they throw all the Lost Boys into the sea, including Peter Pan. They were all dead. Emma was unstoppable when she was killing them. No one dared to say anything, afraid of their own lives. Rumplestiltskin tried to stop her, but her magic was too strong and he ended up lying on the ground unconscious for almost an hour. Regina wanted to stop her too, but when Emma started yelling at the boys who kept telling her how weak Henry was, she only watched Emma killing them.

Snow and Charming are terrified of their daughter's behavior and are about to follow her to the cabin, but Regina stands in their way, telling them to go away. After all, she lost her son, too.

Emma is sitting on the bed with her eyes closed when Regina walks in. The tears appear again and she goes to sit down next to Emma placing her hand on Emma's knee. Everything is different now and Regina needs someone. It has been a week since Henry's death. They stayed on the island, however, because neither Emma nor Regina was able to move or speak. They sit on the ground looking at nothing particular, their hands were interlaced as if it was the only thing to keep them from falling apart. And man, how they cried. Their sobs echoed over the whole island, breaking Emma's parents' heart. Hook and Neal stood aside; Neal cried a bit, but it could never compare to Emma and Regina's sorrow.

"You can cry," Regina softly whispers, wiping her tears with the other hand. She has wanted to destroy everything as well, but something within her stops her every time. It is Henry's voice. Henry's childish voice telling her no – telling her that he wouldn't want that, he would want her to adjust and live.

Emma's eyes open and she looks at Regina, but she is not crying as Regina has expected. Her eyes are dry and there is no light in them. There is darkness. Regina knows that look far too well.

Emma suddenly lashes out and presses her lips against Regina's. The brunette doesn't fight it and even deepens the kiss. When she tries to pull away, Emma grabs her hands and holds her close very firmly.

Regina moves her head aside, finally setting her lips free. "Emma, no. This isn't right."

The blonde's features harden and she pushes the brunette on the mattress, pinning her hands above her head, sitting on her lap as she straddles it. "I am done with doing everything right. I used to do that, but it cost me my son, so now… Now I don't give a fuck about right and wrong. I'll do things as I please." Emma's voice is husky and no matter the circumstances it settles lust in the pit of Regina's stomach.

Regina lifts her hips trying to get some friction and Emma smiles darkly letting Regina's hands go so her own hands can run over the queen's body. The brunette waves her hand to lock and soundproof the room and then she holds onto Emma flipping them over.

She is not on the top for a long time, however, because Emma immediately pins her hands down again switching them back. "Nuh-uh. I am in the charge here."

And this time it's fear that shakes through the brunette's body as she realizes that the blonde is certainly more powerful than her and her behavior is more violent these days, but her worries are once again taken away by desire when Emma starts unzipping Regina's trousers, making her way to the already dripping folds of Regina's sex.

It has been barely a few days since they came back, but many things have happened.

The whole town came at Henry's funeral – everyone cried. Everyone, except for Emma and Regina, who had blank faces, and as soon as Henry's coffin was under the ground, they grabbed one another's hands and disappeared in a purple smoke.

They have spent nights and days in bed – Emma always on top, always commanding, but somehow Regina has found out that she doesn't mind at all. Because the thing they've been doing has been the only way to know they are still able to feel something.

During their absence, Robin Hood and his son fell into a portal in the Enchanted Forest and appeared in Storybrooke. Tinker Bell – maybe not purposefully – said in front of everyone in the diner that the man had a lion tattoo, therefore was Regina's soulmate. It has spread quite quickly, but neither of them has spoken to one another.

Emma has also been hard to communicate with. No one has directly spoken to her, anyway, since the incident at Granny's…

Mary Margaret meets Emma at the diner, needing to discuss something very important with her. Talking about her sudden change wouldn't do any good; that is for sure, so Snow doesn't even try. Emma's different temperament wouldn't react well to any of the things Snow wanted to say.

Emma sits down across from her. "What do you need?"

"I simply wanted to talk to you. Why do you assume I need something?" Snow feels insulted by Emma's words. Her daughter is not who she was once. This Emma is harsh, impulsive, more secretive and selfish.

Emma sighs, obviously annoyed. "Then what do you want to talk about?"

Mary Margaret clears her throat. "I found something… in your pocket – "

"Why were you looking in my things?" Emma immediately snaps.

"I wasn't. I merely wanted to wash your jeans and had to clear the pockets out," Snow says carefully and starts pulling something out of her purse. She hides it in her fist and quickly gives it to Emma across the table. Her daughter takes it from her and displays it on the desk which is exactly what Snow didn't want. There, next to their cups, lay black panties. "I know you don't wear lace, Emma. These aren't yours, and – "

Snow expects many things – mainly Emma denying everything and trying to cover herself and her secret lover up. But Emma is everything but secretive at the moment. "No, they're Regina's."

"What? I thought they were Tink's or… or Ruby's… You've been… all this time? Since…" Suddenly she puts one and one together, placing her thumb and index finger on the bridge of her nose. "It was when we couldn't get into your cabin on Jolly Roger, wasn't it? We thought you two just wanted to mourn, but this…"

Emma can't look more indifferently. She simply waits for Mary Margaret to finish her rambling and when she feels she's heard enough, she stands up. "If that's all you want, I will go now." She turns around, ready to leave.

Snow should be happy she hasn't managed to upset Emma, but the news has shocked her so much that she cannot help it. She murmurs quietly, but loudly enough for Emma to hear her, "It won't ease your sorrow caused by Henry's death if you spread your legs to Regina."

And Emma can't see, her vision is blurred as she turns back, fast as ever, catches her mother's throat, lifts her up and throws her against the wall next to the door to the toilet, two meters from where they were sitting.

Mary Margaret manages a quick inhale, but Emma is there again, her face very close, and she is choking her – hard enough to torture her, not enough to make her pass out.

The whole diner is silent. No one dares to move, no one dares to stand up to the supposed Savior.

"You know nothing," Emma grits through her teeth. "So shut – the fuck – up."

A lonely tears falls from Snow's eyes, but it does nothing to Emma. She releases her and watches her falling on her knees, coughing. And then she leaves without looking back.