Title: Of Angels and Sinners
Chapter One: Lessons Learned
Author: snarkysweetness
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Yvaine Phillips/Aurora, Tristan Thorne/Killian, Ruby/Red, Emma, Mary Margaret/Snow, Belle, Ashley, August/Pinocchio, Jamie Humbert/Mulan, Felipe Humbert/Phillip, Dr. Whale/Victor Frankenstein, Henry, Graham, Jefferson, Geppetto, Prince Charming, Maleficent, Merryweather, Flora, Fauna, The Blue Fairy, Sean, Granny, Regina, Leah Humbert, Hubert Humbert, Talia Phillips, Stefan Phillips, Alexandra, Baby Graham, & Violet Jones; Aurora/Killian (Yvaine/Tristan), Emma/August, Emma/Graham, Phillip/Mulan, Phillip/Aurora, Ruby/Victor, Belle/Jefferson, Snow/Charming, & Ashley/Sean; This first chapters only features Yvie!'Rora, Tris!Killian, Felipe, & Graham
Summary: After letting the town angel into his bed, Tristan has no intention of ever letting her go, but in a town like Storybrooke matters as simple as love never go smoothly, especially not with the savior in town and forces working to make sure she restores everyone's memories. A Storybrooke AU & Sequel to Mixology.
Warnings: Shameless smut.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Notes: It's about time I wrote this sequel, I've been planning it in my head since I wrote the first installment. I dedicate this to Victoria because the original was a gift to her, to Sarah because she cries for more stocking porn, and to Juls who has spent nine months begging for this sequel. There's even some Mad Beauty in this for Julie, Wooden Swan for Maggie, Ruby, Aurora, and Ashley friendship for Kristen, babies for Brookey, Captain Wolf brotp for Malz, Phillip and Graham for Cody, and MadFrankenHook for Kendyll. Basically, Merry Christmas to all of my babes (even the ones not mentioned-I couldn't fit everything you all loved into one fic but I tried), this is for all of you and I love you all and am glad I found you all. I'm posting this all in one-go so you can all read at your leisure, enjoy dears.

"These have no business being on," Tristan growled as he brushed his scruff over her belly on his way down to her black, lace panties. She opened her mouth to snap that he should take them off when he took hold of them with his teeth. She hissed and resisted the urge to squirm beneath him as he slowly tugged them off, leaving a burning sensation along her thighs in his wake.

A moan escaped her lips and she silently thanked the universe that he was far too stubborn to shave when instructed. The scruff was messy but sexy and it did wondrous things when drawn along her skin. She tugged against her restraints, the only tie he owned, and huffed in annoyance. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair and dig her nails into his back. She failed to understand the point in being tied up when she wanted her hands all over him.

"These can stay on," he whispered as he inspected her stockings. She thought they were childish, covered in birds, but the moment he'd seen them his eyes had gone dark, the way they usually did when they were alone, and well…here they were.

"Why don't you take this silly thing off as well? You're not the only one who wants to have a bit of fun," she pouted. He smirked and bit her lower lip playfully.

"Now, now, my little bird, I have plans that involve you writhing beneath me for hours, begging for release. I can't accomplish that with your hands free, you'll cheat by touching yourself."

A blush crept along her neck and cheeks as she realized she'd spent the past five minutes in front of the refrigerated section of the grocers fantasizing about how she'd spent her morning instead of collecting the items she'd come for in the first place. It was a miracle she'd made it through her finals with as much time as she'd spent holed up in Tristan's-well she supposed now it was their-tiny apartment. She wasn't even sure if she'd passed but she'd gone through the parade of graduation and moving out of her dorm and since she had no one else to go and no job prospects, well…

She smiled. She'd been indulging a whole new area of study.

"Yvie?"

Her smile was immediately replaced by a frown. She knew that voice and she reminded herself not to allow him to ruin her perfectly blissful mood. When she left here she had a man waiting at home for her who was actually worthy of her and he'd have to go home and live with himself.

She turned to find Felipe carrying a basket of ice cream and watching her with a pained expression on his face.

"Felipe."

"I…" he cleared his throat. "Hello."

She gave him a small nod and quickly grabbed for what she'd come for before pushing past him, eager to return to the flat.

"I'm sorry," he called. She stopped and turned, too curious for her own good.

"For what?"

"The other night…I was drunk but I had no right to harass you that way. I…" he sighed. "You know how I get, I make stupid decisions and things have been rough with Jamie and I've always regretted the way I ended things with you and I just…can you forgive me?"

"No," she replied flatly without bothering to register his words. "I don't owe you anything, least of all my forgiveness. You've made your bed, it's not my fault you're incapable of sleeping in it."

"I deserve that."

She said nothing and turned to leave but he stopped her once more.

"She misses you. I know…look, you can hate me all you want, but she doesn't deserve it."

Yvaine scoffed. Her best friend had fucked her boyfriend repeatedly behind her back and then married him without a word. She deserved a lot more than hate, but luckily for her, Yvie didn't care enough to devote that much effort into feeling anything for her.

"I have nothing more to say to you, so just go home. Can't leave a pregnant woman waiting too long, she might begin to realize you're probably off looking for a new victim to fuck and then dump."

"How did you-"

"It's a small town. Now bugger off."

"Is there a problem?"

Yvaine turned to find the Sheriff watching his baby brother with a disapproving look on his face. She'd always liked him. He was the bastard brother, the cast-off, which mean he hadn't inherited the douchey-ness that seemed to emanate from all of the other men in his family.

"Of course not, Graham, I was just about to check-out."

"Good. Come, I'll see you out."

She didn't bother to look back; she truly wanted nothing more to do with her old life. She wanted to keep moving forward. Things were finally good, for once, and she didn't intend to muddy them up by worrying about things that were best left forgotten.

"Congratulations on finishing University," Graham said once they were alone.

A blush returned to her cheeks and she smiled.

"Thank you; it's not a big deal, really. It's Storybrooke, it's not like I went off to Harvard or anything. And it's just a comparative literature and Theology degree; I can't really do anything with either." While she would always be indebted to the church for taking her in, raising her, and allowing her to get an education, she was far too tainted to live an abstinent life as a nun and no one ever really left Storybrooke. In fact the moment she'd completed school all of the plans she'd dreamt of and things she and Tristan had whispered about in the middle of the night while entangled in one another had just fallen from her mind. She couldn't even remember most of it.

Before she could dwell on it Graham gave her shoulder a squeeze.

"It's something. You're a smart lass and you deserve better than Storybrooke, don't ever let anyone tell you differently."

He nudged her chin the way a big brother would before ruffling her hair.

"I should go. You tell me if anyone, and I don't care who it is, bothers you, got it?"

"I will, tell Emma I said 'hello'."

She'd barely had time to see her new neighbors but she made a mental note to go by with a cake this weekend. She'd known Mary Margaret her entire life but she'd only met Emma once or twice. She was the only person Yvaine could remember ever coming to Storybrooke, let alone bothering to stay. She'd caught sight of Graham and his new Deputy kissing in the street last night and while she didn't know Emma very well, she liked her well enough to approve. Graham deserved someone better than Regina. They both knew something about being with the wrong person.

He gave her a nod as she took her purchase and headed off in the opposite direction. She'd taken far longer than she intended and she hoped that Tristan wouldn't be cross with her.

She jogged up to their loft and rushed inside.

"I'm sorry! I got distracted," she called as she shrugged off her coat and moved into the bedroom.

"Aye, did you have to wear those," he groaned as he caught sight of her black knee socks with tiny anchors on them. She rolled her eyes. He had the oddest fetishes. She kicked off her boots and crawled into bed with him.

"Where were you off too, my little lark? I missed you."

"Well, I wanted a snack, darling." She kissed his cheek before straddling his lap and pulling out her purchase.

"Oh, you are a wicked, wicked thing."

She grinned as she shook the can and then proceeded to squirt a beautiful drawing of a bird on his abdomen with whipped cream. She dipped her finger into it before popping it into her mouth.

"Hmm, yes, this is just what I needed," she teased before leaning down to lap up some more of her treat. He watched her with a smirk on his lips, entertained. She kissed her way up his chest before pressing her lips to his.

"Tasty; just like you. Now, tell me, little bird, how long do you plan to keep me imprisoned?" He motioned to her purple tights which were wrapped around his wrists, confining him to the bedpost. She grinned. After he'd tortured her this morning, she'd gotten her revenge by tying him up and leaving him there while she teased and tormented him before getting up and leaving without a word.

"Oh, until I feel like you've learned your lesson."

"And what lesson is that?"

She shook her head and dipped her head down to finish her desert. It wasn't long before he was crying out beneath her and they both knew full well she'd gotten her point across; anything he did to her she could do in return and better.

"Well, then," he muttered as she plopped down next to him. "How about you untie me and I'll show you what else we can do with that can."

Yvie faked a yawn and turned onto her side before patting her pillow.

"Later, darling, I have things to do in the morning."