A/N: Personally, I'm only on series 1 of OUAT so my heart still firmly belongs to the Sheriff until he went all kinky and decided looking good needed something more.
So this isn't really anything specifically naughty, just some implications and whole lot of internal musings of my favourite bitch.
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Regina almost wished for a little more passion. She looked up at the bearded face that was hovering above her and she wished for it to be someone else. She would close her eyes and inwardly scream another name instead of the one that poured from her lips.
She'd paste on that smile and put her earrings back in, internally swearing never to do it again as her lips moved of their own accord, promising the next date. She knew he didn't want this anymore than she did. It was a mutual release of different frustrations; his was an oath he didn't quite understand, hers was a need for someone long gone.
Even though she knew his movements could be considered good, well they were just movements to her. There wasn't the spark that flared her body into heat when she kissed Daniel. The pleasure she got from the Sheriff was short lived, there was no residue of happiness, no after-glow. Even the small amount of physical interaction she'd had with Daniel had been more than the regular sex she had with the Sheriff.
He just wasn't the same.
He behaved as though it was a chore, exactly the same as when she'd taken him prisoner and locked him in her bedroom; he performed his duty and nothing more.
Well he had behaved that way until that bitch arrived.
Then well, she had to remind people that her possessions were not to be shared; she was a Queen after all.
She realised the damn man's affections lay elsewhere when his eyes began to sparkle, carefully concealed when talking about the newcomer. Sidney had fed her snippets but she felt he was holding back on her; and he was. The Sheriff was hers and suddenly she was everywhere, not just in her son's life, Regina was sure she was in her lover's bed as well.
She did not share.
Never.
She had to teach them a lesson. But she had over-played it during her burst of anger. She had been scared as well; they were snooping around her father's memorial, after all his body rested in another world. They were close and she was scared, defensive, angry at the Sheriff for disobeying her commands.
She hadn't wanted to kill him though. Had she?
It was only after she scattered the dust of his heart across the mausoleum floor that she stared at the pieces in horror. When had she turned into her mother? She swallowed hard and her hands trembled as she swept the dust into the corner with a small burst of magic.
Suddenly the walls closed in on her and she was in the stable all over again; panicking, running blindly up the stairs and out into the fresh air she gasped, lungful's of air that hardly soothed her frazzled nerves.
In later months she'd come to regret her hasty decision, when her bed was empty and cold, the only other option being the ever simpering Sidney who was just boring in bed. Far too much emotion; something she reserved solely for Daniel.
But in that moment, standing in the grass outside the building that housed no remains but a lot of magic she stilled herself. She drew herself up to her full height and felt the familiar blackness creep over her heart.
It was the most amount of passion she'd ever shared with the Sheriff.
