Description: Post-curse. A regal gift of spice, and everything nice.

It had been a few days now since Henry's nightmares started. They eventually became increasingly frequent and even became so fearful, that Regina demanded to stay over in Mary Margaret's apartment to watch over her son. David concurred hesitantly, supposing that she should be able to be at Henry's side.

She sat there next to him, not nearly as peaceful as he. In fact, she was the complete opposite, anxious and restless. Regina hadn't slept in days. She was hoping watching her son sleep for hours on end would make her the least bit tired, but it did no justice to her swimming thoughts.

It was almost like he was under the sleeping curse again, but these were only just the results. Her eyes pricked with tears at the thought, how it was her fault, letting revenge get the best of her. She swallowed her tears harshly, not letting distraught consume her already broken body.

"Hey," a deep voice came from the entrance to the bedroom, a crossed-armed David leaning against the wall. Regina jumped at the sound of his voice. She closed her eyes immediately to somehow drown out the sound of anything but silence.

She looked up at him, eyes glazed with tears. She waited for him to speak again, to mock her broken state, to ask her to leave or anything that could possibly make her mad. "How are you?" he stated more than asked after she replied with tranquillity. "Fine," her voice sounding distant in the quiet home.

"Would you like something to eat?"

She shrugged. "Have anything to drink?" David raised his brows at her sudden question. Regina stood up abruptly, dusting off her dress and tights before making a beeline to the kitchen. "I don't think Snow has any-"

"Well, with Miss Swan's not-so-recent move in, she must have some liquor around here somewhere."

David huffed, aggravated that Regina would talk that way about his daughter. He watched from the side and kept his mouth shut as he watched her intently from the island counter. She rummaged through various cupboards and cabinets until she found a hidden stash of alcohol and glasses.

"I didn't agree to this, you know," David blurted out. Regina chuckled darkly and stood up from her bent position holding up two glasses and liquor. "Yes you did, dear," her tone almost song-like as she looked for more ingredients to make some sort of cocktail.

David inhaled to reply, but closed his mouth shut. He didn't want to get into an argument with someone so clever. "I'll put Henry upstairs."

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"So . . . what's this called?" David asked as he took a sip of the mysterious drink. "A peppermint martini," Regina said smartly, licking the candy-caned rim.

"It's one of my more festive drinks," she babbled on.

They sat at the dining room table together sharing drinks. David had carried Henry upstairs to sleep, and they agreed on if he woke up from a nightmare, they'd hear him. They sat in silence for the greater hour, pouring each another glassful of Regina's drink, contemplating their wrongs. They both knew they were, they just didn't say anything, and stared into their glasses.

Regina swirled the martini with a candy cane she happened to find tucked away in a cabinet. "How did you manage to make this?" David drawled on still about her concoction.

"I have no idea dear, I'm surprised your Snow had just the things I needed." Her voice was thicker than usual, much blame to the drink. It was laced with even more honey and was sultrier than before.

"I'm sorry," David said out of the blue, looking up from his drink and into her deep orbs. Regina's brow furrowed. "Sorry?"

"For lashing out on you last week," he explained, remember how he said he was going to have to put down Daniel if he was going to be a threat. He never fully realized that he was her fiancée and true love. "I just din't want Henry to get hurt."

"I know, thank you. I understand why you - said the things you said," she said hesitantly, her eyes finding her way back to her drink, then her lips to the rim.

"No, I mean it," he said, taking her hand in his on the table to reassure her. Regina snapped her head up at the sudden touch that tingled her skin. She searched his eyes as to why this was so surprising to her. "I know you're trying for Henry and I want us to be on better terms, for him."

She smiled weakly at him, happy to have at least one person partially on her side for once. David downed his drink in one go, and Regina right after. She squeezed his hand thoughtfully before tensing up.

She looked at him wide eyed as he rubbed her hand tenderly, attempting to rid the sorrow that clung to her very being everywhere she went. "I'll always be here for you, too, David. I want you to know that," she confessed, her words slurring, leaning into his touch.

As she did so, her heeled foot brushed against his leg. She thought he'd jerk away from the touch, but he didn't. Her mind humming, she did it again. Still nothing.

She balanced herself with her forearms on the table, now risen from her seat. "Care for another drink?" she asked slowly, her face now inches from his.

"Regina-"

"David," she giggled deeply, holding her empty glass in her other hand, licking the rim all the way around. She kept her eyes on David as she did this, all of it, without a blink. He grabbed her forearm, "you're drunk," he said not-so steadily.

"So are you," she droned, her dark eyes now heavy with lust. She took the candy cane from her glass and licked the side of it up to the tip, the cool sensation of peppermint and liquor grazing her tongue.

"But it's not an excuse," Regina said, licking her lips. David tried to back away, but she grabbed his arm now instead and took his chin in her hand. She moved in slowly, her breathing labored. He could feel it against his lips, smelling the spicy liquor on her breath already.

She licked his lower lip seductively, having to lean in more over the table until she was nearly on it to get a taste of what she truly desired. She opened his mouth with her tongue and he fell in, kissing back in his misfortune.

Regina groaned into him, sliding off the table to go around onto his side, both arms on the chair, their mouths never parting. "David," she moaned when they parted for a breath as she climbed on top of him. His hands fell to her waist and he lifted her off of him when he stood. Her arms snaked around his neck as she kissed him sloppily, using his body for balance.

"We can't do this here," he breathed into her jawline, nipping down to her collarbone. She whimpered and took his face into her hand abruptly, breaking this kiss. "Yes we can. Bedroom," she suggested breathlessly, remembering that David put Henry to bed upstairs despite her wavered judgement.

Regina pushed him backwards, her hands in his hair and her mouth back on his again as they made way for the bedroom. He tasted the spicy peppermint on her tongue when she pushed it into his mouth, tasting him. His hands traveled down to grip her ass, lifting her up to carry her the rest of the way.

She moaned as he did so, kissing him harder and rolling her teeth over his lip. She wrapped her legs tightly around him and before she knew it, she felt a cool material touch her back as she was laid onto the bed.

David broke the heated kiss after a short while. "I'm going to check on Henry really quick. I'll be right back," he said out of breath, surrendering to a few more kisses from the intoxicating woman. "Mmm, okay. Tell him I love him," she said, opening her eyes and gripping his arm, indicating that she really meant it despite her impaired judgement.

David nearly tripped up the stairs to check on Henry who was in fact sound asleep as he predicted. He walked up to his sleeping form and brushed a few stray hairs out of his eyes. "I love you," he whispered, kissing his forehead. "Your mom loves you too."

On his way back down the stairs, David turned into the bedroom, but he didn't see Regina. "Regina?" he whispered, flickering on the bedside lamp. He sighed noting Regina's sleeping form crumpled up on the side of the bed.

He almost laughed how fast she fell asleep. But he couldn't blame her drunken state, the wayward curls and flushed faced. He turned the light back off and crept into bed next to her, covering her with the blanket.

He brushed the hair out of her eyes like he did Henry, and kissed her forehead softly. David recalled the smell of liquor on her when he withdrew himself, and the fond taste of peppermint on his tongue as he pressed his lips to her sleeping ones gently.

A/N: Thank you all for reading! And I would really really really appreciate it if you all could leave a review, I love reading your comments!