Ok, so, part two is here :) tadaa

Part three may be several days, but I'm working on it, and it'll be longer than this chapter (and probably the first on top of it too), so bear with me 3

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When it seemed as if he wasn't going to explain why he was there on his own accord, she asked; "are you here for something in particular or did you just want a closer look?"

The man at least had the guile to look somewhat embarrassed.

"No, I um…" he started. "I just wanted to apologise; I didn't mean to alarm you just now."

"You didn't alarm me," Regina protested with her chin high, and she internally smiled when the guy looked put out.

"Oh, right," he said with a nod. "Good."

Regina watched as his eyes trailed over her figure again, and she took the opportunity to rake her eyes over him.

He was well built; his shoulders were broad and it was easy to define the muscles in his arms under his long sleeved shirt. His hands were clenching and unclenching at his sides, his fingers twitching as if he didn't know what to do with them. Her eyes drew back up to his face and she noticed the blue in his eyes, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips and the trimmed scruff on his chin had her wondering what it would feel like across the sensitive skin of her neck or down…

"Apologies, milady," he said, breaking her out of her less than decent thoughts. "I um… Just wanted to apologise for the breach of privacy."

"It's fine. No harm done." Regina assured, before she noticed his eyes dropping to look over her figure once more and she could help but drawl; "see something you like?"

His eyes snapped back up to hers, an automatically defensive "no" leaving his lips. But Regina quirked her brow, leant against the door jamb and hooked a thumb in the sash around her waist, her expression the definition of 'oh really?'

With a self conscious chuckle, the man brought a hand to scratch the back of his neck, averting his gaze and admitting "yeah".

Regina smiled, amused at how easy it was to affect this guy, but then his eyes trailed over her again, with purpose, with intent, and when his eyes met hers the heat in his gaze had the smile dropping from her lips.

"Very much so," he added, his voice a little lower.

Regina swallowed. How did he do that? she wondered. One minute he was this cute, embarrassed gentleman, and the next he had somehow managed to make her feel a little breathless, and had images of them covered in sweat and tangled in sheets running through her mind.

He winked at her. The smirk on his face was smug, as if he knew her thoughts.

Playing at seduction was a bold move, Regina admired him for that. But he had chosen a game she could play far better.

Her hand came up to his shirt, brushing imaginary lint off of a spot on his chest. God, he was toned. She looked up at him through her lashes and lowly asked; "how much?"

He smirked even more. "Enough to wish I had stayed a little longer."

"You should have taken a picture," she quipped, "it would have lasted longer."

"I'll do that next time,"

"Next time?" She asked, moving a finger between the front of his shirt to hook over a button, before teasing; "and what makes you think you'll be that lucky?"

"One can only live in hope," he countered with a smile.

"Sounds tedious," she sighed, before trailing her finger down his torso, weaving in and out of the fastened buttons. A smile grew on Regina's face when she felt his stomach muscles clench and he subconsciously leaned forwards. She was already winning.

"Well, if I get to see you again I can live with that," he smirked.

"You should invest in binoculars then," Regina retorted; "you only live in the apartment opposite."

The man chuckled and gods that low timber had her stomach clenching. "That could be classed as stalking, milady."

"And you'd never do such a thing as to stare at a woman through her window, right?" she mocked.

"Only the breathtaking ones," he flirted, with a dazzling smile that could turn the strongest of people weak-kneed.

Regina averted her gaze, ducking her head to hide the smile that grew on her face without permission. When she looked back up he was grinning at her, his eyes alight and shining at the blush no doubt tinging her cheeks and she couldn't help but huff out a laugh as she averted her eyes again.

How could she have lived across from this man and not paid him any attention before? He was sweet, funny, good looking… and Regina would be lying if she said she didn't find him incredibly sexy. And when she returned her gaze to his and saw him bite his lip with want in his eyes, she was glad that this feeling seemed mutual.

"What are you here for?" she asked, her voice soft and quiet.

"I…" He frowned, paused for a moment before offering; "I just came to apologise."

Regina nodded, pressing her lips together before gently pushing herself off the doorframe to stand straight. The distance between them could be covered in one step, and as he shuffled his left foot, and she crossed her ankles, they seemed to be painfully aware at the space – or lack thereof – between them.

"Was that all?" Regina asked.

They both knew it wasn't. Even subconsciously, they both knew an apology was not at the top of the agenda here.

As for; what was? Regina would let him decide.

He seemed to make his decision fairly quickly. No sooner had a fire lit in his eyes than he was stepping forward, taking her head into his hands and crashing his lips onto hers.

They stumbled back a step or two, and with both of them past the door it swung shut on its hinges with a thud.

Regina's hands came up to grab his elbows, then forced them to the side a little so she had room to grab at his shirt. Her mouth opened under his, and he quickly took advantage of that to let his tongue tangle with hers. A small moan left Regina's throat and she tightened her grip on the green cotton, needing it off.

Regina pushed forwards until he released a grunt into her mouth when his back hit the wall, then her hands set to work undoing the buttons his shirt.

His fingers trailed down her neck, smoothed over her shoulders then swept down her spine until he had handfuls of her backside in a firm grasp. Her hips pushed forwards of their own accord, and the last few buttons of his shirt scattered to the floor when she just pulled the second her patience ran out.

No sooner had the shirt been tossed aside than his fingers had traced around to her front – drawing a gasp when they brushed over sensitive skin – and pulled one end of the sash until the bow had come undone.

Regina awaited the feeling of silk sliding over her skin, anticipated the chill of the air caressing her skin, but it never came. Her gown may have been undone, but at that moment the only thing happening was it being clutched and used to pull her deeper into a kiss.

This would not do.

Pulling back, a small, reflexive smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth as she noted this handsome man with his lips parted and slightly swollen, a disappointed frown crossing over his features and his fingers loosening on her clothing. She waited until his eyes opened, until he was looking at her with confusion, before she locked her gaze onto his and slowly slid the silk off of one shoulder, slid it off of the other even slower, and let it drop to the floor.