Disclaimer: I do not own the characters portrayed in this story, I just own my imagination.
A/N 1: This story takes place at the end of season 2, but for the sake of the plot Greg and Tamara didn't get away with anything. They didn't send Neal through the portal, hurt, and they didn't take Henry away. Here Regina (and Emma) are able to save everyone so the town decides to celebrate. I'm taking lots of liberties with the characters and what they do, but it's just for fun.
A/N 2: Hi, I'm Nani and this is my first story for this fandom. I'm obviously a fan of the show and since Regina and Hook are giving the feels, I decided to take a story I had written, made some changes and voila. It's rated M for a reason so beware if adult situations make you uncomfortable. Now English is not my native language so if there are some mistakes, I apologize. Other than that, enjoy and let me know what you think.
Starting Over
"I shouldn't have come here."
As the words escaped her rose colored lips in the lowest of whispers, Regina closed her eyes and allowed that statement to register in her brain. No… she shouldn't have come, she should have realized that since the moment she walked into that wrecked place and saw everyone chatting and laughing as if everything in the world was in perfect order.
Well at least that was until they saw her arrive; because as soon as she entered the place, the smiles of the inhabitants of Storybrooke turned into scowls and the laughs dwindled down and gave way to murmurs.
'What is she doing here?'
'I can't believe she came…'
That was the kind of welcome she received and to be completely honest, seeing them react like that to her was like taking a hard blow to the stomach and if she had some sense left in her, that would have been her cue to turn her back on everyone and go back to the sanctuary of her house.
Yes, that would have been the ideal thing to do. Because as it seemed, no one in Storybrooke cared even one bit about the fact that she almost scarified herself in order for them to live… well, in order for Henry to live but under the circumstances, they should view it as was the same damn thing.
True, in a way she was the one to blame that the town and everyone living in it almost disappeared, but that was secondary to the fact that she has been ready to fix that problem by giving up on her own life.
But be it as it was; realize that she was not welcome she should have done, but since there was actually not even an ounce of common sense in her whole being, instead of turning around in her high heeled boots as anyone with a little bit of reasoning would have done, what the Mayor did was curve her lips into a grin that felt too heavy on her lips and holding her head up high, she made her way into Granny's.
If the town was celebrating, then so would she.
After all what else was she supposed to do? Henry did invite her and that should be all that mattered. If her son wanted her there then who was she to comply? Besides, there was another reason to justify her lingering presence in a place where she was obviously not welcome and that was that she would never give anyone in this world the pleasure of seeing her flee a scene.
Oh the little scoundrels would love that… but they would have to suffer her presence until she deemed so.
That was how it all started, she thought that she could deal with it and getting deep into an ego trip she made her way in and said her hellos to Henry. And yeah, some people there greeted her as she passed, Archie for instance, the Charming fools and even Emma, but their words and fake smiles felt forced upon them and she got the hint. She wasn't wanted there.
She never had and she never would.
But she managed; she bared her burden of being the Evil Queen no matter what she did until the muscles of her face ached and her mood started to sour. Then, when she was able to, she escaped to the counter and there she was now, using magic to turn Granny's soda into red wine and planning on drinking herself into a stupor as the night died out.
It was stupid and she knew it, but as it turned out, the more she drank the clearer it was for her. Despite the power, despite all she has accomplished… good or bad, she just didn't know anymore how to deal with not fitting in. And yeah, despite acting as if she didn't care, the fact was that people looking at her with distrust and even hatred made her feel a deep void in her chest that she didn't know how to fill.
"You're being stupid. You are the Queen and you need no love or approval other than that of Henry's." She whispered to herself as her taste buds savored the fiery wine.
But maybe this was not a case of her being stupid, maybe it was her close encounter with death what was making her feel that way; after all there was nothing that could rattle someone's foundations more than meeting with death face to face and she actually had two of those encounters in the last twenty-four hours.
Or maybe it was not that at all and her mood was like that due to the fact that after a few minutes of affection and total attention for her, Henry turned away and was now happily watching Emma and Bae talk to each other.
Sighing, the black-haired woman made a motion with her wrist and another glass of wine appeared right in front of her, the crimson red liquid filling the glass to the top.
Taking the small glass in her hand, Regina took a look back and her eyes found her son immediately. He along with Ruby and even Anton were laughing at something Bae just said and none of them even cared to lift their gaze and see The Queen watching them.
It was almost as if she didn't exist…
Curling the corner of her lips upward, Regina had enough of spying on a scene that was not meant for her eyes and she turned back around and fixed her eyes on the glass over the counter.
"What am I doing this?" Acting like that was really not her; she was not one to feel sorry for herself and let alone over a bunch of good for nothing peasants.
No… this was definitely not her and a thought to remedy that crossed her mind. Instead of being all pathetic, what she should do was take her son out of there and have the rest of them killed in an instant and without breaking a sweat. That would show them why they should have never looked at her over their shoulders… that would solve a lot of her problems…
"Makes you want to vomit, right?"
Taken out of her dark thoughts, Regina heard the familiar voice right in her ear and arching an eyebrow at the insolence of his closeness, she turned her head a bit to the side to find none other than Hook taking a seat in the stool at her side.
"What do you think you are doing?" Her tone came out as indignant and once the words were out of her mouth, she stared at the newcomer with eyes of steel.
The man merely chuckled, his head tilting in her direction so that his blue colored eyes could lock with the warm chocolate of her angry stare. "Me? I heard there was a celebration and came here for the food and booze." He said in that peculiar accent Regina was starting to associate only with him and as if it was the most natural thing in the world, he took her wine from her hands and swallowed it down in one gulp.
Once the drink was gone he wiped his mouth with his hand and smirked his wicked smirk. "Wine… I was expecting something stronger for the Queen but bugger that, cheers for the savior of the night."
Despite her dislike for the pirate, Regina smiled a bitter smile at what he said. It lasted a second thought and then her lips pursed petulantly as she stared blankly ahead.
"You don't look too feisty though."
Rolling her eyes and fixing her stare on him, The Queen puffed out a breath. "Should I be happy to have you sitting here with me after what you did to me?" Because if there was something very clear in her mind was how he took part in kidnapping her and torturing her. "I should kill you right here, right now."
Her voice came out louder than she intended but apparently, no one but Hook took notice.
"I did nothing to you, love, and you should thank me for that; because if I had decided to play along to torture the Queen you wouldn't be sitting here looking so gloomy and our dear Henry would have only Emma to play mother to him. Now you on the other hand betrayed me and almost had me killed by pushing me into that thing's lair." As he said that, his eyes bore deep into hers and Regina blinked a couple of times.
Yeah, she almost had him killed… she had wanted to get him killed; but even though not even a day has passed since that event, to her it felt as if it had been in another life.
"Lucky for you, I can be a very forgiving person."
Shaking her head, Regina pushed the inside of her cheek with her tongue. "I don't need or want your forgiveness, Pirate."
Smiling, Hook scanned her face with the calmness of those who have time to waste and then he shrugged. "You should, after all I'm the only possible ally you still have in this place and bloody hell… you should after I came back to give a hand in helping you and your lot." Once he said that, the tall man turned his head onward and started to push and then pull the empty glass with his hook.
At those words, Regina looked at him through half closed eyes but as a response, she said nothing. However, despite knowing that his reasons for coming back couldn't be as altruistic as saving her or her lot as he called the rest of Strorybrooke, she pointed her finger at the glass and filled it up, this time, with something stronger than wine.
Tilting his head to the side to send her a furtive glance, Hook licked his lips in anticipation and with a swift movement, he emptied the drink into his mouth. "So how are you copping with still playing second to Henry tonight?" He asked almost absent mindedly while looking around.
Regina shrugged, aware of how the words made her feel even more hollow instead of angering her. "I'm coping. How about you? Are you liking the glow in Gold's face as he enjoys a little bit of family time with his son, grandson and his lovely Belle?"
Snarling his lips, the blue orbs of The Captain focused on the image she just described and he pressed his hook hard on the counter, hard enough to leave a mark. He said nothing though and smiling in triumph, Regina gestured her hand into creating out of nothing a new glass filled with hard liquor and drank it in the same fashion that Hook did with his.
Suppressing the need of coughing as the liquor burned its way down her throat and towards her stomach where it settled like a ball of fire, The Mayor of the town blinked her watering eyes rapidly and tried to gain her composure back. Sure, she wasn't so much of a drinker but she'll be damned if she let Hook notice that.
"What are you doing here?" She asked leaning into him.
"Same as you, I came to see how the other half lived from the perspective of the broken and the unwanted. I thought that sitting here with you was just appropriate." He said, his lips curving into half a bitter smile.
Snarling her lips, Regina ran her fingers through her dark short hair. "Talk for yourself, Henry invited me over so if there's someone unwanted in this place, it's not me."
"Aye, the lad may have invited you over, but as I see it he doesn't seem too eager to be with you."
Hook was right, Henry seemed to have forgotten about her but she would die a thousand deaths before admitting it to him. "Of course he wants to be with me, I'm his mother. And we did spend some time together when I came by…"
"Let me guess, that was more than an hour ago and he haven't since then spared you a look. Aye, I get it."
Swallowing hard down, Regina looked away. What the Pirate just said wasn't entirely true; but should she tell him that Henry did in fact searched her out through the crowd about ten minutes ago to wave and smile at her? No… that she was hanging on that moment would make her look even more pathetic.
"He is the only thing I have left in this world…" Her voice was barely above a whisper and to her further shame it cracked a little. Hook noticed, she knew it because of the way he looked at her. She didn't know why she said it… least of all to him.
"Cheers to that, at least you still have someone."
Blinking rapidly, The Queen turned her face towards him and observed him like she has never done before. Hook, if there was someone… anyone in all the worlds who could understand the pain that lived buried deep inside of her, it was him. After all the love of his live was also taken away from him and since then his life has been dedicated to one thing only, revenge.
It was sad… they both were; so void, so incomplete. They were empty shells hoping that revenge could fill them up.
Taking her out of a trance, she heard Hook snorting and at the sound she looked up at him to see his eyes locking with hers. "That's some bloody awful music."
"Tell me about it; that's one thing that doesn't quite appeal to me of this world." She said a bit too amicably while arching an eyebrow.
"This is a strange world. Strange clothes, strange food and music, strange women…" As he said that, his eyes moved from her eyes to her mouth and then back up.
Frowning, Regina used her magic to fill his glass once again, but only to occupy her mind with something other than the look Hook just gave her.
She has seen that look before; yeah… when she was tied and defenseless on that table, right before Greg came to torture her. Yeah… he had looked at her with that same expression and much as it did back then, she felt her defenses get on alert.
Was he planning on something?
Ah, but at the same time she felt something more than distrust hit her full force… something that made her insides turn a long-forgotten warm.
"It is strange." She mumbled, not quite sure if she was following Hook's line of conversation. "Makes you miss home."
Was she drunk? She had to be, there was no other reason to explain why she was opening up to Hook of all people. First telling him about Henry and now this?
As she said that, he chuckled and went on to drink his drink. "The Queen is homesick? That's rich… considering you were the one who created all of this."
"I didn't, it was your dear Gold."
Humming, Hook's eyes went back to Mr. Gold and his family. Regina watched him, and when he turned back to her she held his gaze with her own.
"You know," He said, getting closer. "I have something in my possession that could help with that; perhaps we can make a deal to get what we both want the most."
Tilting her head to the side, her eyes sparkled. "I don't make deals with Pirates, I learnt that the hard way in the past few days." Besides she didn't think she had it in her to help Hook take down Gold. Just thinking about it felt too exhausting… and about what she wanted? She just wanted Henry and she has come to realize that she wouldn't have that if she just kidnapped him into another world.
Her son was too strong-willed and he would hate her for that.
Blowing out a breath, he shrugged. "Well the proposal is out, so if I was you I would take it now that you can." Once that was said he blinked slowly and smiled. "Listen, we don't need to act alone here, we can be friendly allies…. Well that if we can get pass all the attempts of killing each other."
Regina watched Hook as he sat there, cradling an empty glass in his hands as his gaze dug deep into hers.
What was going on? Why were they talking as if they were not sworn enemies? She wasn't sure, but holding his eyes with hers made her play with the idea of filling her glass once more.
Another drink would make the tension in her shoulders disappear and who knew, maybe then they could really act friendly… As she swirled the idea in her mind, she saw in her mind's eye an image of Hook kissing her senseless on top of her desk.
Of course, as soon as the image formed she shook her head and cleared her mind. But still… the idea remained. And well, somehow she didn't think that Hook would object her getting cozy and maybe that could do her some good, so another drink?
No, no more drinking, a voice in her head whispered to her. After all she had to take in consideration that if it wasn't because she had too much to drink, she wouldn't be nursing the idea of making her sorrows momentarily go away with the man with the eyes the color of the sky looking at her.
But she could see it happen… and that's when she realized that she was definitely half drunk or getting there because a wicked idea was forming in her head and instead of pushing it away like she knew she should, she actually was finding it very tempting.
You see, back when she first came to Storybrooke and she has been all alone amidst all the people, she found Graham and he made her realize that a bit of skin on skin contact with a man was the best medicine to get over herself. It worked for her back then, so why wouldn't it work now?
'Because this is Hook and he would not hesitate on putting that hook right between your shoulder blade and your neck the moment you give him the chance.'
Shrugging the voice of her rationality out of her head, Regina rolled her eyes and sighed.
With Graham it has been different because she controlled him. Hook would be another story… and through the haze the alcohol was creating in her brain, she didn't necessarily see that little fact like a bad one.
No, in fact it would do her very good.
It would definitely be an experience, after all the only three men she has bedded in her life where long dead and well, taking Daniel away she wouldn't consider the other two as being the best experiences. Bedding the King has been a burden she had to carry for too long and Graham, even though pleasant, was only doing what she whispered his heart to do and in the long run the appeal of him started to die on its own.
So there was that and there was this, it has been a long time since a man would look at her the way Hook was looking at her and that was suddenly making her feel alive.
Now, she wasn't sure if bedding Hook was going to make her feel better about all the things wrong in her empty life, but it had to at least make her feel something other than the self-pity that was draining her spirit.
Shaking her head in disbelief, Regina straightened her back. She could feel Hook stealing a glance at her as she did so and her eyes closed for a second. The best thing she could do right then was leave, her brain was yelling at her to do it. But as it turned out, she hadn't gained one bit of common sense during the night.
And so she stayed.
Narrowing her eyes, she looked over to him and for a long time she just stared at him. He apparently noticed because he was now giving her a quizzical glance while his lips curve into half a smile.
Well, at least it was a good thing that he wasn't lacking in the good looks department because she was getting determined to carry with her plans for the night. Yeah, he was definitely good looking, not in the conventional way but he wasn't bad to look at. At least not if you could get past the fact that he was as wicked as she was.
Running her eyes over him, she kept finding good traits. He was tall which was a plus to her; he also had nice eyes, nice teeth and if you got really close to him, you could get lost in the mixed scent of sea and man that clung to him and that could get kind of appealing. Ah, and let's not forget that accent or that aura of masculinity he imposed whenever he entered a room.
"What?" He asked as her eyes blatantly scanned him and she wondered if she shall make him drink another scotch to coax him into her room or if he was good to go as he is. She could also use magic to lure him into her chambers, but there was no fun in that.
Studying the scene and playing with a few ideas, Regina noticed that he still had some of the last drink she gave him and that it was resting untouched over the counter; he wasn't even aware of it as his attention was now on her.
"You know, I don't know if I like that smile on your face. Because if there's something I know is that you never smile unless something evil is forming in your head."
Drunk and ego tripping, Regina stood up from the stool and because he had turned to his side to face her, she was now standing between his legs. See, seems like fate was on her side tonight, who would have thought?
As she stood there, his eyes go down from her face and they go all the way to her hips; she noticed… yes she did.
Anyway, as if it was the most natural thing for her to do, the Queen rested her hand casually on his thigh while reaching for his drink to take a sip. She smiled internally as she did so, feeling him tense under her touch. She liked the kind of power a touch could have and wanting more of it, she allowed her hand to dwell there as he slightly shifted in his stool.
"Spill it, what are you doing?" He asked tentatively and she felt like laughing because there was no doubt that her plan was going to work; after all the Pirate was just a man no different than the rest; touch him anywhere up his knees and down his chest and he will automatically think of sex.
That's how men's brains were designed and perhaps she has used that in her favor many times. Yes, flirting was one of her non-magical weapons and she was not ashamed to admit it. Now, even thought she was rusty in that department, Hook seemed to be falling prey to her antics very easily and that made her confidence in the whole thing swell up.
Hooked watched in silence as The Queen drank his drink; he just remained there, unmoving as she drained half the glass. Then, with a smile on her lips she offered him the rest. If he was unnerved he wasn't showing it, but she could tell that his mind was racing a million miles per second.
"You are drunk," He said, his voice a dark whisper floating in the air. "Well… this is a sigh one doesn't see every day so let's see where it goes." He said as his now amused eyes went back to her face.
Licking her lips slowly, she hummed, noticing that while her eyes were fixed on his, he was too occupied following the motion of her tongue to notice.
"Can I tell you a little secret, Captain?" She purred leaning forward to make sure he would hear… well, not really, she just did it so that she could brush her body to his as her hand slid a little farther up his thigh. "I think all this drinking kind of went to head."
"I kind of figured that out." He responded amusedly, his sparkling eyes moving back to hers.
"Why don't you show me that bean? If I see it and I like it I may make a deal with you."
At that he laughed a raspy laugh that somehow left Regina entranced, then he shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. "I don't think so. The bean is not for display, it is safely guarded until I find a good use to it."
"And how do I know you have it if you don't show it to me?"
"Easy, you just trust my word."
Her other hand settled on his hook, making Killian arch an eyebrow as he looked at her. "It doesn't work that way, Hook, you know it."
"Let's say I just show it to you…" He looked up, licking his lips and shrugging. "Who is to say that you won't use magic to steal it, kill me and run away with it?"
"Well that's where you trust my word that I won't."
Hook opened his mouth to respond to that and she leaned even more into him, resting the full weight of her body against his. His mouth clasped shut for a moment and Regina could feel the confusion on him; after all they were so close now that she could almost taste the scent emanating from him and that somehow unsettled him.
"Aye, and we all know how worthy are your promises."
Regina pulled back from him, but just enough to look quickly in Henry's direction to make sure he wasn't looking. And he wasn't, but in case he would look sometime later she made a waving motion with her hand and casted a silent spell so that everyone would look anywhere but to them.
After that she got back to her plan and she looked into Hook's eyes again and what she saw there told her that already got him. The glint in his eyes was desire at its purest form.
Ah, but she could also see that he was struggling to bury it deep inside. He didn't trust her, and she couldn't say that she blamed him for that so changing strategies, she decided to go straight for the jugular.
"And if I tell you that tonight I don't care about the bean and would rather take you somewhere more private? Perhaps you can show me… other things." She said in a low breath as her restless hand went farther up only to stop when it found the bulge in his pants… "What do you say?"
Chuckling, he licked his lips. "Well since you are asking so nicely I have no choice but to think that you have some trick under your sleeve. A trick that won't end being in my best benefit so I think I'll have to decline to that and…" He says, but his upcoming words die in his throat as she started to slowly stroke him through his pants.
As she did that he looked around the room but her eyes remained on his face. Why look elsewhere? After all she knew for sure that no one but them knew what was going on between them and she was finding more interesting watching his reaction than looking to all the people around.
"Regina, don't play with fire if you don't want to get burned." He said as his eyes ventured down to look at what her hand was doing to him.
"I like fire." She said, completely aware that she was acting like a complete whore right there but honestly not caring. Her judgment was in the wrong place and all she cared in that moment was that he was already hard for her and that was just a matter of convincing his mind to give in. "Besides, do you really want me to stop?"
Now she was being too bold, he knew it… but at the same time she loved that she getting a reaction out of him. That even if it is for a short while, there's someone in this world that will take notice of her.
"I do, in fact." He finally said, but Regina could see the truth in his eye. He didn't want her to stop, he wanted this, he wanted her.
Stopping her ministrations, Regina breathed out. "That's too bad, Captain, as you and me could have a lot of fun tonight." With that said, she turned around to leave
Oh, but as she was moving slowly away she kept a count in her head.
1…2…3…
'If I get to ten I'll leave with what little dignity I have and blame it all on the alcohol.'
4…5…
'I could also make him forget... it isn't as messy as killing him and will all the same salvage to my pride.'
6…
"Alright, wait…" Before she could turn to him, she felt the way his hand settled on her lower back as she tried to not to smile in triumph. But then he takes the hand away and she turns to him just to see him dragging his hand down his face. "If this is some kind of trick..." He started to say in a chuckle and Regina went back to him, this time straddling one of his legs as he remained sitting on the stool.
"It isn't, but I guess you just have to trust me on this one."
He still looked a little distrustful. "Trust you…hmmm, alright, let's play pretend that I do, now tell me where does this comes from?"
Rolling her eyes, Regina shrugged. "Does it matter? It comes from now so take it or leave it. Just let me tell you, this is a chance of a lifetime for you because trust me, it will never come again and it will be this time only."
"A night with the Queen… should I take it or not? It's tempting but there's a chance she won't hold her end of the bargain and kill me like a Prying Mantis sometime during the night so…." He looks up, talking to himself out loud as if considering and then shaking his head, he lowered his gaze.
For a moment he remained like that, but then he stands up and Regina has to back off a bit to give him room.
For a second she thought that one of them has regained some sense and she was sure that he was going to leave; but instead he takes her hand in his much larger one and makes his way through the crowd, leading her on after him.
Regina was not sure what he was up to and she wondered if he was going to lead her toward Henry and expose her indecent proposal, but when they walk pass the boy, she realized that he was taking her out and that's when realization hits her; if she took him to her house there was a chance that he would stay over and that wouldn't be good.
No, she just wanted the thrill of the night and nothing of the regrets morning will bring.
She wanted to deal with the regrets alone, she used to deal with things her way and his presence would only make her hold on.
But she still followed him, and when they walked past the exit door she wondered where he was taking her. She found out when he walked upstairs and straight towards the Inn where he forced a door open to get inside.
Now now, despite all of it being her idea, Regina just had to bite hard on her lower lip as she couldn't help but to wonder how this whole thing was going to turn out. There was no turning back now, they were are already in a room and she has made it very clear to him about what she wanted and what she could give him.
"The hook has to go, and no kissing."
"Rules of engagement? Alright, I have some of my own; no magic and I would prefer it with no killing. Now undress, lay down and spread for me."
Snorting, Regina used magic to lock the door. Yeah, with him being a pirate she knew he just had to be rude, but he was edging on insolence. "Don't tell me what to do, Pirate, I'm not one of the wenches I'm sure you frequent, I'm the Queen…"
Using the edge of his hook and inserting it between her skirt and skin, Killian pulled her closer. "How about this, Your Majesty, don't tell me what to do or how to do it."
Before she could respond, he pressed hard against her and kissed her right in the spot. He wasted no time with preambles and even though he just told him that there was going to be no kissing, she liked that he just did.
Graham would have done exactly what she told him to do but this was Hook and she was definitely up for a different ride. And man oh man, what a ride it was going to be, because did the Pirate knew how to kiss or what?
So yes, it was already a whole new experience, the way his tongue felt warm and inviting as it moved expertly against hers was making her stomach tingle and the taste of hard liquor in his mouth was somehow endearing.
She liked it, she liked it very much, and she demonstrated it by kissing him with the same enthusiasm he was using on her. Breathes mingling, tongues exploring, teeth nibbling… it was simply amazing what a kiss could do.
Feeling his arm circling her waist, the Queen couldn't help but to moan in encouragement as his tongue wrestled against hers fiercely, claiming all her senses with his kiss as he pushed her against the door, pressing his body close against her smaller frame.
But she was still wary of the hook, so using magic she sent it flying all the way to the other side of the room.
At the sound of the metal falling to the floor, Hook moved his mouth to the corner of her lips and traced a warm path of soft kisses to her neck. "You could have asked me to take it off… if it was making you so nervous."
"Don't flatter yourself, nothing in you makes me nervous." She breathed out as she said that, the way his lips and tongue worked in that sweet spot where her pulse was beating against her skin making her shiver.
It was really good, she has been kind of expecting him to be more selfish and so far he was taking his time with her. But he was making her feel eager so wanting to feel more of him, Regina parted her legs to let his body accommodate between them and he did just that, lowering himself a little and pushing them even farther apart until they got into a position where the erection guarded in his pants started to push into against stomach.
Apparently that wasn't enough for him and with his hand he pushed her skirt all the way up to her hips. He struggled with it, as the skirt has been tight on her body and he just had one hand to help him through; but soon he managed, leaving her underwear exposed as the bulge in his pant rubbed against the tender flesh of her stomach and then sliding down to press against her already swollen core.
It felt good, it has been a long time since she got to feel prey to the long claws of lust and she couldn't believe that she was getting that feeling out of making out with Hook.
It was insane, it was so good. The way his mouth sought hers to go back to kissing her and the way his erection was pressing hard against her skin was making her burn with desire so bad that she was afraid she was going to explode. Nothing like that has ever happened to her before, never.
No, the few moments she has been able to be intimate with Daniel had been nothing but sweet lovemaking; she has been so inexperienced back then and more often than not they would be quick about it to prevent anyone from finding out. But this… this was different, this was raw lust with no feelings attached, and in a wicked kind of way she loved it.
There was even a hot liquid sensation starting to flow out of her signaling that she was ready, so pressing harder against him she kissed him deeper.
So yeah, her goal of feeling something other than a deep void sucking her soul was already accomplished but no, that didn't mean that she was going to stop here.
She wanted it all, it could mean the end of her but she wanted it all.
His hand was now running up her body, lifting her skirt even higher up to her hips and then going back down to squeeze and hold onto her inner thighs until she could feel the back of his hand brushing against the brim of her panties. That little contact right there made her shiver, but unfortunately he didn't stop there and instead went to settle back around her waist.
She moaned a protest into his mouth because she really wanted his fingers to slide underneath her underwear so that they could keep heating things up, after all she brought him up there so that they could do more than kissing and rubbing against each other.
But before she could tell him what she wanted him to do with his long fingers, he broke the kiss to take her blouse off. Once out of his way he didn't waste any time whatsoever and cupped her breast through the thin material of the bra she was wearing.
"What the bloody hell is this thing?" He asked running the ball of his finger over her bra and at the realization that it was the first time he saw such a thing, she snorted.
"Corsets are not as popular as they used to be."
"Take it off… I don't even…" He frowned, probably trying to figure it out.
Pursing her lips and leaving her eyes on his, she reached to her back and unclasped it. But she let it hang in place, if he wanted it off he should work for it.
"Look at you… so perfect." He said in a low husky voice as he pulled the offending piece to the side so that her breasts could be now exposed to him.
Regina arched an eyebrow, finding it amusing that the Captain he was in awe with her breast. Oh but that was because he apparently he was a breast man, she could tell by the way he stared entranced at hers while squeezing her nipple between two of his fingers. By the look on his face she was sure that he liked what he was seeing and yeah, that was a boost to her ego.
After all she was sure that The Captain has seen more than his fair share of breast during his long life and yet there he was, finding hers… pleasing.
"I always wondered what you had hidden under all those clothes and dear, it is not disappointing."
"Always?" Well that was interesting and another boost to her ego.
"Since the first time I lay my eyes on you. Isn't that every man's dream; to peel off her clothes the untouchable, stunning Queen to touch her tits?"
Ugh, Pirates. Pursing her lips she blew out a breath. "Always a gentleman, aren't you?" But even though her voice sounded annoyed, Regina arched her back into him and he took the invitation to dive down, swirling his tongue around the hard peak as the Queen closed her eyes in delight.
As he worried her nipple with his tongue and teeth, the Queen opened her eyes and reached down to his belt, struggling to take it off without pushing him away. Once she managed she tossed it aside and went to unzip his pants to work them down his hips.
While she did that he switched breasts and let out a gasp when her hand ventured into his trousers to free him through the opening. "Boxers, and where did you found those?"
Hissing, his teeth sunk into her bare breast and she gasped. "I'm trying to modernize myself in this ever changing world."
Unable to help it, Regina smiled, thinking that yeah, he had felt nice back at the Granny's, but that had been through the fabric of his pants and now that he was unrestrained she could tell that what he kept hidden down there was really something to behold.
So yeah, he had a good size to him, not that it surprised her because men that looked like him rarely disappointed. But surprise or not she liked what she was feeling; he's skin was hot as fire and as she wrapped her fingers around his thickness she could feel her mind protesting.
'What are you going? This is Hook! Hook, for crying out loud and his manhood is in your hand... his bare, rock-hard and hot manhood!
The protest died in her mind as the forearm of his now hook-less arm slid down to her ass to lift her up and to press her even more into him. To have a better feel she took her hands off of him and rested them over his shoulders.
In this new position, a little moan escaped her lips because really, what else could she do? His exposed erection was pressing hard against her and if it wasn't for the fact that she was still wearing panties, he would have easily slipped into her.
Right where she wanted him.
"Hook…" She breathed out, meaning to order him to end the torture and have his way with her.
"Killian, the name is Killian." He replied, but somehow she couldn't bring herself to call him by his given name. It was too intimate and she was already getting too intimate.
Attacking her mouth with a heated kiss, Killian squeezed her against him and her arms immediately went to circle his neck. She liked it; being like that with him was tasting new waters and it wasn't necessarily bad. He knew exactly what he was doing and he was doing it good. The King? The Sheriff? They never made her feel like that; seven hells she couldn't even recall something remarkable about the dull encounters with them as anticipation burned through her veins in the form of desire for the man pressing hard against her.
Hook continued to kiss her as his hand wrestled its way between their bodies and down between her legs. Once there he pushed the brim of her panties to the side, his finger brushing for a short second over her wetness.
The Queen shivered, wishing for the contact to be repeated.
"Don't stop-" She mumbled against his lips, about to tell him that she wanted him to touch her real nice; but before she could make her voice he heard, he all of a sudden pushed his length deep into her and she was left a quivering fool in his embrace.
"Is the Queen a little eager? Well fear not… I'll give you more than you can handle." His voice came out as strained, but that didn't mean that the smirk in his mouth vanished.
Regina gasped, her eyes opening wide. He was stretching her in the most delightful way and the fact that this was him, a man she was sure hated her even more than what she hated him… a man with whom she shouldn't be doing this at all only added more fuel to the fire that burned her body.
Settling deep into her, Hook groaned , his one and only hand cupping her behind to hold her up as he began the process of thrusting in and almost out, in an almost out, letting her feel all of him before repeating the action over and over again.
"Oh." She whispered as her breathing started to become a little labored. She didn't know that else to say, so trying to keep some control she bit hard on her lips.
It was insane, it really was, and as he used the strength of his arms to hold her up, Regina wrapped her legs around his narrow hips to let him guide her through this.
"Is this what you wanted, my Queen? Is this how you wanted it?" His voice was dark a whisper that made her shiver and she could only respond with a nod, then he pressed his lips back to hers and kissed her long and deep.
Now, when Hook slipped inside of her, he started by moving slowly, but by now his pace was picking up and Regina had to break away from his lips once again to throw her head back in delight. By then his rhythm was rough and steady and she could tell that she was going to be sore in the morning.
She moaned at the intense pleasure and then she dared to look into his intense eyes. He was fully concentrated in what he was doing and she also noticed that his cheeks were aflame with passion and that his swollen lips are parted just the slightest bit to let his ragged breath come out.
He has never looked better in her eyes and she was entranced. He looked wild, his eyes had a feral glint that she was liking too much and she couldn't help but to give into moving her hands up his head so that she could run her fingers through his silky hair.
"You want me to keep going…?" He pants and the Queen parted her lips in delight, liking his accent when in the high brims of his passion.
"You stop and I will kill you-" At that he slammed hard into her and she nearly sobbed. It was almost too much but she loved the rhythm already and feeling close, she leaned into him to captured his lips with hers before pulling away once more to trash her head against the door.
"No you won't…"
Moaning and biting hard on her lips while running her hands down to his neck, her eyes fixed deep into his. The intensity of his eyes focused only on her own eyes. It was almost obscene and she did everything in her power to hold onto his gaze, but he was pounding into her with all he had and she was taking it all, every inch of him burying deep into her and it's just too hard to maintain a bit of sanity.
She was getting delirious, almost to the verge of ecstasy and still he pounded harder and harder.
"I want to hear you say my name."
"I can't…." She moaned as her head plunged forward so she could rest it into the crook of his neck. He nudged at her cheek with his raspy one and when she looked back up he touched her lips with his tongue.
"Of course you can." Keeping the peace, he traced the corner of her mouth with the tip of his moist tongue. "Say it me."
Swallowing hard down, she closed her eyes and said it, it was an estranged whisper, but she said it. "Killian."
In a new attack to her sanity, his tongue broke pass her lips once again to kiss her properly, and this time she didn't break away.
As they kissed, she felt the pressure building to its maximums inside of her and after a solid thrust from his part it finally floods through her body in huge waves of pleasure. He swallowed her moans and whimpers while the force of her orgasm hits her hard.
He continues with his hard pounding and it takes everything in her not to scream and yell her lungs out.
It feels divine, this is how she has wanted to feel that night and now that she was in this great ride, she didn't want to get down. Death felt so far away, life was what was running through her veins and she could feel it pumping all over her.
But as everything else in life, all good things must come to an end and as her body calms down she breathes out. Maybe she scratched him down his back a bit and maybe even pulled at his hair, she was not really sure though, all she knew was that he was not complaining.
Without losing tempo, Hook pulled away from the kiss but he kept his lips pressed against her and Regina could feel him throbbing inside of her and she could tell that he was close.
"Don't end inside of me." She says breathless and he snorts.
"Yes I will. I want to mark you as mine, love…"With that said, he is done, he clutches hard at her ass and his thrusts become harder, almost desperate and kind of erratic.
For a second she was tempted to use magic to push him off, but as soon as she felt the warm of his essence filling her, her eyes close and she decided to enjoy the moment. She would deal with his insolence later…
Feeling him groaning and panting as he emptied his seed into his Queen, Regina suddenly realized that in his haze he could drop her down on her ass so she wrapped her legs tighter around him. He had only one hand after all and if there was a way she didn't want to end it all, it was by falling like a fool.
But he didn't drop her, and after his own body started the process of calming down he just held her there, pinned between his body and the door as their foreheads rest against one another.
It felt nice… even peacefully and as she allowed her breathing to mingle with his, the frantic beating of her heart goes slowly back to normalcy.
"I can't believe I just did the Queen." He panted and gives one final thrust. "This…" He starts to speak but she silenced him by pressing a finger to his lips.
"And I can't believe I did a filthy Pirate." Her words were accompanied with a feigned scowl and sliding down to the floor, she accommodated her skirt back in place.
"Well I take offense on that, I bathe regularly so I'm not filthy. Besides you royal standards were not as high a minute ago, when you were writhing and moaning in my arms, Your Highness."
Ignoring the feeling of floating around by clearing her throat, she shrugged. "Doesn't matter because this didn't happen." Lifting her hand to make him forget what just happened, Regina clicked her tongue to her cheek.
"Don't." He said grabbing her arm before she could cast her spell. "Don't take this memory from me."
"Look, Hook." She started to say and as the words roll out her tongue, she has to bite down a laugh as she feel his essence sliding out of her and into the floor with a loud splashing sound.
It wasn't funny but chances were that she was still a little drunk and because of that she could feel her eyes watering and her lips trembling as she held back from laughing.
But then he looked down to the wet spot on the floor, back at her and he just laughs, plain and simple, the sound of it raspy and rich filling the air and making something in her move. Maybe it was the alcohol, but before she could help it she was laughing along with him, the awkwardness of the situation eluding them.
After a while they managed to calm down and he looked down at her while smiling a genuine smile. "First time I see you laugh, it suits you well."
Her hand twitched, itching to cast that spell and make him forget. Only that she does nothing.
"I don't have many things to laugh at anymore." In fact she didn't remember laughing like that in forever. And with the past events, she was surprised that laughter could burst out of her so easily.
"Come on, let's get clean up and get the bloody hell out of here, I smell something good coming out of the kitchen downstairs and let's be honest, after doing this royal deed I could use some food."
Blinking, she watched him approaching and when he pressed a kiss to her mouth, she just stays there. Maybe Snow's optimistic but annoying way of thinking was rubbing on her, but as he walked to the corner to grab his hook, she didn't feel as empty as she has felt before.
Who knew what it was, but making a spell to clean the mess he left in her and gathering back her clothes, she tilted her head high. "I still hate you and if you tell someone about what happened here I will cut your tongue and rip your heart out of your chest to crush it with my feet."
His eyes flickered, but then he just smiled. "Fine. So are you coming or not?"
She hesitated, something deep inside telling her that she should cut all ties with him and focus only on how to win her son back, but there was also another voice telling her that her time her with Hook was just a glimpse to show her that she was not as dead inside as she thought she was, that all this was proof that she needed to start over from scratch and what better way than finding love. Not with Hook, mind you… but maybe Daniel was right and she needed to love again.
No… you found love and you lost it, there's nothing after that.
Lifting her head and pursing her lips, she decided. "Yeah, I'll come."
~Fin~