A/N- Thanks for the great response to the first chapter, I'll keep this story going. In response to the reader who asked for longer chapters, I'm sorry but I'm going to keep these short so I can try and update regularly, hopefully the frequency will make up for the length

Warning- this chapter is quite sexual assault driven (nothing too explicit)


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"She couldn't get any farther away inside from her skin. She couldn't get away."
― Cynthia Voigt, When She Hollers

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The first time he does not ask for permission is the summer after they graduate college. They're both planning on returning to the city for graduate school, but for the week, they're staying with Regina's family in upstate New York.

It's the day that they've arrived, and Regina's father has already kidnapped Daniel to help with some project or other in the yard. Regina's brought him home enough times, and Zelena's here with her husband as well, so they know that whatever 'project' the men are working on is more of male bonding time than anything else.

That evening Regina and Zelena are washing the dishes from dinner in the kitchen when Daniel comes in from the front room where he had been talking with Cora.

He wraps his arms around his girlfriend's waist from behind, and presses sweet kisses into her neck. Regina sighs happily and lets him go on for a little before pushing him away.

"Get out of here." She admonishes lightly.

Daniel smiles regretfully, keeping a gentle hold on her wrist "But I miss you, baby."

Regina blushes while Zelena smirks, "Later." She says, giving him one solid kiss before pushing him out of the kitchen.

"So cute." Zelena laughs once he's out of earshot. Regina rolls her eyes. She ends up spending much more time than she had anticipated catching up with her sister in the kitchen, and when she finally does make it upstairs to bed, she's dead tired.

Daniel is already in bed, and she assumes he's asleep until strong arms wrap around her from behind. Regina snuggles back into his hold, content in the safety of his arms until his hands start wandering. One covers one of her breasts over her shirt, the other easily slips beneath the waistband of her shorts and underwear.

Regina takes a hold of his wrist to pull the hand in her pants away, "Not tonight, I'm exhausted."

Daniel doesn't remove the hand, "Come on, babe." He tries, pressing wet kisses along her neck, "I'll be quick."

Regina squirms against his exploring fingers, trying to scoot away, both her hands on his arm, though she's no match for him, "I'm just not in the mood Daniel."

Finally, he pauses his movements, though doesn't retract either hand, "Regina, you promised. Besides, I spent all day running circles around the woods with your father."

He doesn't say he deserves it, but they both know it's implied.

Regina feels her fight die in the back of her throat, and her hands stop trying to pull his away. He takes this as invitation, and presses two fingers into her.

She isn't wet, and it hurts, but she grits her teeth against the hiss of pain. True to his word, he is quick after he lets his pajama pants pool around his ankles and he enters her, setting a fast pace. He stretches her uncomfortably, and when he does finish, Regina releases a breath she doesn't realize she had been holding.

She tries not to think about how the circle of his arms feels more like a cage than the safe haven it had been mere minutes ago.