Note: I'm a fan of this ship! CS and OQ will kill me i know this! For now I'll be posting little drabbles... but you may see more OQ in an upcoming fic i have currently simmering on the back burner!
Dis: i don't own ouat…
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Forest (PG-13)
He smelled like forest. Like home. He tasted like the whiskey they had just shared in her parlor. His lips were surprisingly soft, a sharp contrast to the calloused fingertips that ran down the apple of her cheek before cupping her neck. As the Evil Queen she'd have reared back, had felt that such a touch was with malicious intent. Now, as Regina Mills, single mother feeling nothing but lonely: she sighed with the gentle swipe of his thumb against the hollow of her throat and reached up to grip the material of his coat. The tattoo. That DAMN tattoo. She hadn't said anything about it. Not yet. She still wasn't sure if meant anything. It had been so long ago. He had loved someone else and had a son! She was different too. With all the time that's passed could it still be? Could this man before her be her true love? Though hope rushed through her, fear did as well. Fear made her walls slowly, but surely start to build back up. She couldn't afford this distraction. She had an evil witch to hunt down, a son who didn't remember her to protect, and a pesky little imp to find.
"Regina," he whispered, blue eyes boring into her own. "I can see those walls reinforcing behind your eyes. Do not hide from me…"
"I can't do this," she whispered, swallowing a lump in her throat. "Not now." She took a step back. Sharing that drink had been a mistake, because it had lead to more drinks, and she should have ran the moment she saw the tattoo. "I have to go…"
"Regina…" He gripped her elbow, stepped back into her personal space, and though she could use her magic to escape him she didn't. Her heart was hammering in her ears, and the way he was slowly rubbing the roughened pad of his thumb over her bottom lip had her core clenching with desire for the first time in months… From what she could remember anyway. "I see you need time, but don't run too far from me, love…"
"I'm not running," she insisted, sounding affronted. "I don't run from anything."
"That I do not doubt." He pressed a kiss to her forehead before stepping back, offering his arm. "Shall we go tell the good Sheriff what we've found?"
"We shall," she said, walking around him, ignoring her arm all together. She heard him chuckle behind her, and her lips twitched with a smile of her own.