Fic: Initiation
By: 13pianos
Rating: big fat M for lesbian ****
Pairing: Snow Queen
Summary: There’s a new applicant to the brothel whom Regina finds it very hard to like - that is, until all is said and done. (Especially done.)
Warnings: slight moments of angst
A/N: lol what the **** am I doing
“You called?” Regina asks in a flat, tired tone as she shuts the door to Cora’s office.
“Yes. We have a new applicant,” she replies with calm delight, not looking up from her papers.
“Great,” Regina says with sarcasm. “We’re beginning to run out of rooms, you know. We’re a small house.”
Cora laughs lightly and smugly. “My dear, I think she’ll be a very….advantageous addition to our girls. You’ll be running her initiative act shortly.”
There is a knock on the door.
“Come in,” Cora says, and out emerges a petite woman, very young, with porcelain skin and dark brown hair. Her loose curls frame her face as her dark pink lips stand out with her hazel eyes. She looks like a princess.
Regina meets eyes with this creature and narrows them.
“Mary Margaret, just in time,” Cora says to her. “Regina will be initiating you. Won’t you, dear?”
She frowns at Cora. “That is Leopold’s daughter,” she whispers to her mother over her desk, hatred dripping from her mouth.
“Leonard, darling,” Cora corrects her in an even whisper. She pulls Regina’s head down gently to whisper even more quietly in her ear: “All the same, his precious girl is a whore now. No grander than the rest of us.”
“I’m not satisfied with that reason.”
“Well,” her mother smirks, “you might be when you’re done with her. But of course, if you still insist, I’ll take your sentiments to heart.”
Regina takes this begrudgingly, and turns to face Mary Margaret, whose name belonged to a nun rather than a whore.
“Well then,” she says to her quiet prey. “Let’s get started.”
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Regina hates her already. She’s quiet, goes around with doey princess eyes. When Regina closes the door to her room with Mary Margaret inside, she can’t help but to voice some of her distaste.
“You don’t look like you belong in a whorehouse,” Regina says flatly. “I think it’d be best for you to find work elsewhere.”
She notices a change in the girl’s face, something that of seduction, a strange transformation from her innocent act.
“Oh?” she says, and its the first time Regina ever hears her voice. It’s smooth and calming. And makes Regina want to strangle it out of her. (Which might as well could be arranged, if Mary Margaret turns out to be one of those kind of whores.)
“What makes you think that?” she steps closer to Regina. “I’m not a fool. I don’t go to places where I don’t belong.”
She brushes the back of her hand against the exposed skin of Regina’s collarbone. Regina’s jaw tensed in loathing. She sees in Mary Margaret’s eyes the same maliciousness as Leopold.
For a moment, her expression gives way to the internal horror. By the time she regains her cold composure, Mary Margaret has already seen it. She softens. She understands.


“My father and I are poor,” she says to her, calm yet raw. “He used to sell me off to men he knew for a night. I won’t have that of him anymore. We are not victims, we are survivors.”
And before Regina can say anything, Mary Margaret has pressed her dark pink lips hard on Regina’s.
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“Well,” Regina says, her back atop the mattress already half dressed with Mary Margaret just as exposed hovering over her. “Don’t waste my time.”
Mary Margaret shushes her teasingly and Regina’s blood would’ve began to boil if she had not silenced her once more with hungrier kisses. She feels a cold hand travel down to her warm, bare belly, trailing down to her sides and down to her center. Her fingers rub with hardly a pressure at first, slowly making her movements slower but harder, causing Regina’s legs to spread out a little further. Her lips are at Regina’s collarbone now, planting soft kisses but also grazing her teeth ever so slightly.
Two fingers go under the cloth this time, and Mary Margaret is pleased to find some sign that she is doing a job well done. In a matter of moments she has Regina trying her hardest not to buck upward as the deceptively innocent woman began moving her hips against Regina’s thigh. Her fingers start slowly, drawing out a satisfactory sigh from Regina’s lips. By this time Regina forgets that Mary Margaret is the daughter of the man she hates with all her heart.
“You’re doing well,” she breathes, then adds simply to push her further, “for an amateur.”
“Oh, I see how it is,” Mary Margaret catches on, wearing a mischievous grin. She doesn’t hesitate to sit up in order to pull down Regina’s panties. The sudden hunger in her eyes appeals to Regina.
She positions herself above Regina once more, her lips trailing down from her warm, bare stomach, and her fingers continuing where they left off. They go at a slightly faster pace as her hot mouth finds its way over Regina’s pooling warmth, causing her initiator to shudder.
Her tongue slides over Regina’s clit, eliciting a suppressed moan. She does it again, with more pressure, and with her lips enveloping her folds before she releases it with a suck, making an audible smack. Regina is moving her hips now, and Mary Margaret removes her fingers in order to have both her hands keep Regina’s legs down and open. Her tongue explores Regina, kissing here, licking there, and sucking at sensitive spots that made Regina’s breathing become heavier and louder. She ignores her own strong arousal and focuses on taming the woman who had first looked at her with hatred and now wanted her to keep going.
Mary Margaret’s pace quickens, her movements with her mouth becoming more desperate, and Regina’s moans becoming more and more prolonged and full of lust. The tension in Regina’s legs make her want to close them, but Mary Margaret doesn’t let her, and it frustrates her as she writhes under the mouth of a princess.
Suddenly the pressure on Regina’s core stops.
“Don’t do that,” she says, alarmed at the sudden cut from her pleasure. Her voice is high pitched and her cheeks are warm with pink.
“I think it’s customary for the initiator to sit back and trust their lady,” Mary Margaret sasses, straddling Regina and gesturing for her to sit up. Her bra is the thing that goes, and once again Regina finds now swollen lips pressed against hers, then on her chest, stopping short at the nubs of her breast.
Mary Margaret lifts herself from above Regina and makes her way to sit behind Regina, her legs spread out at the small of her initiator’s back. Regina is confused until she feels hot breath against her neck, a hand caressing her plump breasts and the other traveling downward to massage her clit.
“That’s right,” Mary Margaret coos against her ear as Regina melts into her quickening touch. Regina feels Mary Margaret’s own wetness against her back, and she can tell that she is trying hard not to give in to her need to be pleasured as well. But the feel electrifies her.
Her hand is moving quicker and rougher now, hips bucking behind Regina as her other hand cups and massages her chest.
Regina’s moans cannot be held in any more, and they sound like melted caramel to Mary Margaret’s ears. In a matter of a few more desperate seconds, Regina is coming in Mary Margaret’s hand, and her noises become relaxed sighs.
She can feel the grin on the princess’s face, and if she were not sated she’d be annoyed.
“So?” she asks.
Regina rolls her eyes at her cheekiness. “Oh yes. You’re in.”
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还是翻译一下吧，我看不懂。。。。。。

Some Hope After All这篇也各种大爱啊啊啊
Fanfic里SQ党太多了文都看不完...

翻译翻译吧，snow的同人也超有爱的，尤其是某些心旷神怡的环节～