Drunk. That's about the only word to express how Regina and David were feeling in this moment of bad decisions. Regina has no heart. Literally. Nothing in her body to tell her this is wrong. Nothing in her chest to pull her to the surface and tell her that what she was doing is unforgivable. Something that could ruin a family and something that could ruin all the progress she has made. Then again, it takes two to tango. That's probably the only thing that is justifying her actions.
The two had finally made it past the door and down the stairs. Regina felt light on her feet. They were almost doing a dance, spinning and tugging. David's back was facing the same mirror she was staring at before the bar. David's mouth was working down her neck, and in one quick motion, had her sweater off her body. The air had a chill, there was no noise other than the heavy breathing of the trouble makers. David's mouth started moving down, down her neck, into the crevasse of her breasts, until he was on his knees kissing her stomach.
Her senses were heightened. Every kiss felt so hot against her body. The feeling was so intense and a nice change from the many emotions she was feeling earlier. Hatred, sadness, anger, now filled with lust, weakness, and excitement. Regina gasped sharply when David began to roll his tongue across her stomach. She closed her eyes and tossed her head back. Her head rolled to the side and she opened her eyes.
In an almost sick synchronization, just as David was undoing her pants, hands heavy with anticipation, Regina's eyes moved across the scatter of pictures sitting on her shelf. The first: a picture of Henry. One when he was younger, his first day of 3rd grade. He was so young. Changed so complexly to the man he is now. Forced through change to adulthood with curses, dangers of death, kidnapping. Poor kid. All of it my fault. The second picture: Her and Robin, one she stared at for too many minutes, hours. Robin's hand close on her face. Regina closed her eyes and felt the hot, stinging burn she knew too fondly of lately. One of her hands was on David's shoulder and one she brought to her cheek. Placing it softly where Robin had held it just some hours ago.
Regina's chest was tight now. It was getting hard for her to breath. Just before David tugged her pants down, she pushed his shoulder away, "David, hold on." Regina backed away, taking a single step. Just far enough away to see herself in the mirror. With a flick of her wrist, magic flew out of her finger tips, and froze David in his place, on his knees with a very confused look on his face. Giving her a moment to regain herself. She looked into the mirror. Her dark hair was messy on her shoulders, many fly aways from their previous make out session. She wore no top, just her black lace bra contrasting against her pale skin, (one she had put on in preparation after her conversation with Marian about Robin "choosing her". Hah, whatta joke) and her jeans. Jeans that were now unbuttoned, displaying her matching black panties. Regina brought her hand to her mouth, staring into the mirror with tears in her eyes. "What am I doing?" Her own voice startled her.
Forcing herself to turn away from David and the mirror was easy, but turning to see the box that she had placed her heart into earlier was not. She walked to the shelf that held her pictures and the organ she took from her own chest. Regina was still spinning and drunk. She tipped open the small box that held her heart. She gently ran her fingertips over the bright red. She ignored the small hint of black in the center, hoping that it originated from this night of bad decisions and will go away with time.
At this point, Regina had tears streaming down her face. How can I be so stupid? He fought with his wife, didn't get a divorce, isn't separated. We are both taking advantage of each other, and it's not fair. Nothing is fair.
Regina walked back over to David, she knelt down to him, ran her palm along his cheek. She gave him a kiss on his forehead, magic flowing through her lips to his brain. Magic giving him a story of laughing with Regina at the bar until Red kicked them out, and he left and went home to make up with her enemy. A story where he nor she was a villain who made bad decisions.
And with a flick of her wrist, he was gone. No memory of her vault, no memories of their lust and desire. In an instant she was alone. Drunk and alone. Just as it should be.