This one is M. I didn't change the rating on the story because this is most likely the only chapter to be so rated. Also, I don't usually write a lot of sexy times so I really hope this isn't awful. Enjoy!
David will never really know what possessed him to kiss her. He'll wonder about it later, in passing her in the darkened halls; he'll wonder what possessed her to kiss him back; to let themselves be held, caressed, tasted, loved. No. Not loved. They cared for each other, truly, but neither would dare call it love. It was need in its purest and simplest form.
She should push him away; she should make him stop; she should run out of here as fast as her shaking legs could possibly travel and never return to this god forsaken shack and this imbecile of a man who she would ruin. But Regina couldn't bring herself to look away. He was holding her neck, eyes flicking every few seconds back to her lips and the words were out of her mouth before she even thought them. Then you should kiss me again. Of course he obeyed. David pulled her back to him in a gentle kiss that quickly deepened.
His lips left hers and moved across her jaw, down her neck, while his hands continued to caress her body. Regina leaned into him, letting her body relax into his touch. Why the hell did he have to be so gentle, so caring? She didn't want this. Not with him. A quick hard fuck in a dark corner, just enough for her to feel anything other than alone, but the bastard would have none of it. He held her against his chest, letting her bury her face in his neck. She held him close as she felt the laces on her dress loosen. Regina could feel his growing erection against her thigh but he was waiting, taking his time, making her feel things she shouldn't be feeling for someone else's prince. And it was too much. "David, I can't..." she started, but couldn't bring herself to finish. Because she could. Because she needed. "I'm just..."
"Empty," he finished for her raising her face to his. She saw the tears in his eyes and understood that David's need was as deep as her own. His mouth covered hers again and they took their time exploring each other. She tasted like apples and the irony of it had him chuckling into her mouth. He told her so when she broke the kiss and it earned him the eye roll he was accustomed to, but she couldn't help smile herself. Regina took the opportunity of their separation to stand, letting her dress fall to the floor. She watched David watch her as he too stood, removed his boots and shirt and pulled her back against his chest. They don't speak after that.
David had heard the rumors. It was hard not to. He knew of her exploits with the black Knights: one night stands that never stayed the night. Some thought she controlled their hearts, bent them to her will and that certainly may have been the case. But seeing her like this he doubted those excuses for men needed much persuasion to bed their queen, to let themselves be controlled by this powerfully fragile creature.
Regina couldn't stop the moan that comes from deep in her throat when his hands skim over her stomach, up her sides and kneed her breast. It's been so long since anyone took their time with her body that she can't even remember when a man's hands had been this gentle. Maybe they never had.
David's no saint, but he's been faithful to his wife. The feel of Regina is so very different from Snow: she's fire where Snow is calm, curves where she angles, hungry cries to soft moans. She's grinding against him, a slow sway of her hips that had David dropping his head to her shoulder and tightening his grip on her breast. He sucked at the spot behind her ear that made her knees week and had her craning her neck to get at his mouth again. His hand leaves her hip and cups her sex. She whimpered into his mouth as his fingers slipped through her folds. "David," she half whispers when mouths part for air but the sound dies in her throat when he finds her clit.
He was holding her up before she realized she was falling, an arm tight around her waist; her fingers digging into his flesh at the back of his neck. He half carried her back to the cot as not to break their contact. His fingers continued to stroke her as he laid her down. She was panting and writhing by the time he laid his body alongside hers, continuing to kiss her exposed flesh until her body was covered in sweat and spit. Regina was on the edge, her head spinning, muscles tight as she grasped at whatever part of him she could reach. She needed more, everything.
She pulled his hands away, moaning at the loss of contact as she pushed herself up on her elbows and hooked an arm around his shoulders. Everything stopped as their eyes locked in a silent agreement: there was no going back, this would not happen again. David shed his pants and hovered above her. The sounds of the world outside were drowned out by their ragged breath as Regina gripped his erection and led him into her body. He stayed still, giving her time and tears slipped from her eyes at not having to ask him to go slow. She nodded against his forehead when she was ready and David began to move within her. Regina ran her hands up and down his back, feeling the toned muscles contracting under her touch.
They found a steady pace; David's face was pressed next to hers, but he no longer looked her in the eye. Regina felt his tears pooling on her neck. She held him tighter, arms and legs wrapped around the man coming apart above her. She squeezed his shoulders, urging him to go faster, harder, to take what he needed from her. But of course she knew David would never hurt her, never treat her body with anything other than respect. "It's okay," she whispered as she ran her fingers through his hair, her hips urging him to pick up the pace. "We're okay." The rest was breathless moans and the sound of skin against skin.
Regina wasn't expecting the orgasm to hit her when it did. She couldn't control the cries that ripped from her throat or the tremors that racked her body. She clung to him, nails raking down his back, limbs going rigid than lax as she rode the waves of her pleasure. David continued to thrust deep within her, his steady pace growing more and more erratic until his body finely let go. The primal growl of his release was immediately followed by heavy sobs that racked his body. He held himself on shaking arms until Regina pulled him to her chest, her own body shaking with the force of his cries.
Neither was sure how much time had passed as they held on to each other. The room was dark now; the chill of the autumn evening surrounded them. At some point David's cloak had been spread over their still naked bodies. Regina's head rested against his chest and she slipped in and out of sleep listening to the steady beat of his heart. "Are they okay, Regina?" David knew he didn't have to tell her who 'they' were. Emma and Henry: his family. He needed an honest answer, needed to know the truth. "Are they really okay?"
"They're okay," she ran her fingers over his chest. The certainty in her voice was all David needed to hear, but the queen kept talking, her breath warm against his chest. "As hard as it is to admit, Emma's strong, she's successful, and she loves…her son." David held her tighter when her voice caught, when her face turned into him a bit more. "I gave her my memories" she explained, lips now moving against his chest. "A good, full life with her son. They'll be fine. They'll keep each other safe. Henry will…Henry will grow up loved. That's what's important."
"Thank you, for saving my family." David loosened his hold as Regina rolled off him onto her back.
She laughed through fresh tears. "I destroyed your family, Charming." She waved her hand and they were both fully clothed, sitting side by side on the cot. Her hair was neatly braided and David didn't need to look to know the scratches she'd left on his back were gone.
"That wasn't you." He got to his feet and held is arm out to her, pulling her from the bed. They'd been gone too long.
"No, it wasn't," Regina shook her head, once again separating herself from the evil queen.
"I love her," David blurted out as they turned to go, feeling the sudden urge to say it out loud.
"So do I," Regina easily admitted. She wondered when she had become the woman who could admit to loving Snow White. A sad smile pulled at her lips as she walked out with him into the night. "This never happened," Regina pulled his arms tightly around her.
"I know," David whispered, resting his chin on top of her head. The moment was over and they both knew they couldn't come back. "I won't come back here, Regina. Keep it as your sanctuary." They both laughed at the sight of the crumbling shed behind them. "Can you get back alright?" he asked. Ever the Prince Charming as he mounted his horse for the journey back. Regina only raised an eyebrow that told him she'd be back in her bed before he was halfway down the path. "Of course. Goodnight, Regina."
"Goodnight, David." She watched him ride off until the darkness swallowed him, and then strained to listen until she could no longer hear his horse's steady gallop. When she was certain he was well on his way she brought fire to her palm and ignited the shed. The rotting wood caught quickly and she sank to her knees and watched until it burned itself to the ground.
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