Swan Queen/RP fic: This is Really Happening (3/?)

Title: This Is Really Happening (3/?)

Pairing: Lana/Jen, Regina/Emma

Rating: PG (but it’s likely headed to the farther region of the ratings spectrum)

Disclaimer: These characters/actresses are not my creative property, but I’m writing this anyway.

Summary:How Lana and Jen react when they find out Swan Queen is becoming OUAT canon

A/N: Meta! Is there any particular Swan Queen scene that you’d like to see me pay homage to and have ‘Jen’ and ‘Lana’ act out?


“Thanks for coming, that was fun,” Lana called, slightly breathless, after Jen, her face was flushed a rosy pink, gave nothing but a nod and a wave as she quickly walked out Lana’s door.  Lana smiled, watching Jen struggle to balance the huge stack of stories she had given her to read.

Lana found Jen’s standoffish manner and apparent dislike for her more adorably jealous than outright malicious. She hadn’t seemed to hate her tonight as Jen’s lips seemed to hungrily seek out Lana’s more than the other way around, until they finally broke off their ‘research’ session when things had gotten a bit too hot and heavy for either of their comfort level.

She hoped they would get comfortable enough with each other to really sparkle on screen, and tonight seemed like good progress in that direction. Some people thought the test of being a good actor was the ability to fake any emotion, but Lana felt like a true actor is able to authenticate emotion. She knew that no matter how good you were at playing a character, glimpses and flashes of your true self bleed through the façade of the character.

Lana locked the door and sighed, her lips were pleasantly buzzing, and she had to admit she was quite impressed with Jen’s kissing talents. She pushed her arms up and stretched, as she thought about it. She looked at the clock, shocked by how late it had become; she had no idea that she and Jen had spent so much time together. All in all not a bad night she thought, still amazed by all the random things she had done for this role, and making out with her hot blonde co-star was not the worst by a longshot. She noticed with amusement, as she looked down at her maroon tank top, that her nipples were hard. Hmm, when did that happen? She swiped the back of her hand over her chest lightly, as she walked over to the pile of stories that remained on her floor; she had used up an entire cartridge of printer ink on them, preferring to print them rather than just read them on her ipad.  

Going straight for the sex stories she picked up a hearty bunch and took them to bed, determined to search every source for more great ‘Emma’ and ‘Regina’ scenes.

Jen repeatedly licked her lips as she drove home, unable to shake the taste or feel of Lana from them; from her whole body actually. To Jen’s dismay, Lana seemed to have invaded her senses: how else would Jen have gotten so worked up over their extremely long make out session. To be truly honest, she had wanted to keep going, to keep touching. Her fingers had itched to sneak under Lana’s top and glide over her skin, but she didn’t want to push it, lest Lana think she had a thing for her.

She took a few deep breaths to cool down and regain her sense of calm. Lana wasn’t supposed to have this effect on her, she had been working for months to ignore her and remain unaffected by her, but all of that now felt undone. She directed her attention to the pile of stories cradled in the passenger seat. She couldn’t wrap her head around the idea that so many people wanted Regina and Emma together. The thought truly would have never occurred to her as they were enemies, but as the season continued and the new scripts came out she had noticed odd parallels in both of their stories.

Jen’s lip twitched, thinking about all of the people who wanted Swan Queen to happen, but they had also imagined Regina/Emma together sexually and in seemingly every sexual way possible. She wasn’t altogether unfamiliar with the concept, there were plenty of people who “shipped” her character on “House,” but this would be the first time she would actually read what people were writing about her- no- her character.

She had to separate it like that. She licked her lip absently once again tasting a remnant of Lana’s apricot lip gloss and her mind instantly bathed  itself in sensation from the recent sense memory of her full, sweet lips. Damn, this was going to be a struggle, and she realized, feeling a strong crash of mixed emotion, that she had a lot of reading to do.

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    amazing!! I honestly...it was. Especially bc...feelings I...
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