Hi, and sorry it took me so long to update this! Anyway, here you have it, the calm before the storm… and a little treat. Hmmm! BTW, I'm taking in consideration all of your suggestions, a few I already wrote, one I am being subtle about it and there are more to come. So keep them coming!

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His fingers felt like fire… they were burning her skin with their maddening touch and as they traveled from her naked thigh to her hip and then a little bit further up, a soft strangled moan escaped her lips.

It was amazing, just a touch of his strong fingers running through her ribcage and all rational thought that could ever form in her mind as she slowly opened her eyes evaporated before they could even form.

Still half drowsy with sleep and with her common sense nowhere to be found, the raven haired woman moved her hand from where it has been resting over her head and placed it over his larger one, feeling it move underneath hers as he started to slide it up towards her breast.

"Did I wake you?" His voice, a raspy whisper that carried the sightless hint of amusement brushed against her skin and she hummed.

Hook smirked, she saw him through half closed eyes and as images of the condition in which he walked into her house the previous night invaded her mind, she cleared her throat. "How's your head?"

"I will live." He said absentmindedly, cupping the swell of her chest in his hand while pinching her hardened peak between two fingers.

The response to his touch was an approving hum that barely traveled past her throat as her tongue peeked out to moisten her lips. It felt good, that was something that she couldn't deny. Everything he always did to her felt more good than it had any right to feel.

But that he could render her into a pile of nothing by just laying his hands on hers wasn't necessarily a good thing; no, quite the contrary… and it was for that reason only that she should tell him to stop and kick him out of her bed, out of her house, her mind and her life.

She should, she really should…

But the thing was that her mind was a fuss and as it always happened, she was allowing sensation to rule over her body, wanting the tormentor of her flesh to do as he pleased with her because when he touched her, there was no inhibition and no sense of right and wrong in her.

"Do you like it when I touch you like this?" He asked, the undertones of his voice making her shiver.

"You know I do." She admitted, throwing her head back against the mattress as his teeth and tongue started to teasingly nip and lap that special spot below her jaw that she loved so much to be treated, and while he worried her throat with his mouth, his fingers worker their sorcery on her flesh, squeezing her in his palm as her boiling blood flushed her skin.

Feeling already aching, swollen and with every cell of her body filled with lust, the brunette moved her hand to his sides and allowed her fingers to slide seductively over the bare skin of his hips.

Hook hissed at the contact and apparently not because he liked it and that right there made Regina remember more clearly on his condition. Last night as she helped him shower she has noticed an angry bruise right on his hip and she guessed that was what bothered him.

"Sorry." She said, opening her eyes widely and taking a good look at him.

He was hovering over her, his eyes, a shade darker staring at her languidly and his lips curving slyly. "Don't be, if the Queen wants to touch then touch she shall do."

As he said that, she slowly moved her hand to his back, her fingers taking on the soft texture of his skin as her eyes kept on looking into his blue orbs.

Hook stared back, his cheeks tinged with red and his own hand moving down to her stomach and then up to her breast again.

Regina closed her eyes and reached down his body so that she could touch him with her other hand; touching him right where she could feel his erection poking insistently against her hip.

He was naked like she was, but somehow he was entangled with her blanket and the soft fabric that separated his burning member from the touch of her hand resulted too inconvenient for her taste.

Her lingering touch made him hiss under his breath and she couldn't help but to nod her approval, because this time his reaction was more in tune with her desire.

Now sure, that she was acting so laid back wasn't exactly in her nature, but as of late when she was with him she would just let herself go completely loose and in that night she liked that even though he was banged up, he was enjoying himself too; she wanted to be touched and she wanted to touch… she wanted to succumb into the most exquisite pleasures of the flesh and as things were going she could say that they were halfway through.

"Get this off the way…" She started to say as she tried to pull the blanket away, it was a futile attempt as she managed nothing.

"You'll have to work with that patience, love. All in time."

Instead of doing as she said, the man just removed his hand from her breast and slid it to her waist, pushing her lightly off the mattress so she could rest on her side; once he accommodated her like he wanted to he pressed his body to her back and his lips traveled lower so he could kiss her shoulder.

She grunted, the position she was now made it a bit uncomfortable to touch him like she wanted to so she put her hand away from him and pressed her bottom harder against his arousal, feeling at the same time as his other hand was placed over her flat stomach.

As he held her in place, his fingers slipped between her legs, running smoothly all the way up until two expert digits found the liquid heat that was making her judgment to be impaired.

"Oh God." She purred as she bit her lips, her legs automatically separating so he could explore with care, parting her and feeling her at will. As it turned out he knew exactly how to touch her to make her feel wanton, he knew where to rub, he knew the right rhythm and pressure to put on her and as the momentum was staring to build in the pit of her stomach, a lone finger slipped in, making her moan out loud at the sweet intrusion.

"How about this, do you like it?"

She nodded, closing her eyes tight as sensation started to overcome her.

"Then tell me."

Swallowing hard down, Regina threw her head back. Telling him that she liked it should really come easier, after all it was not the first time they danced this dance and well… her body and her continuous relapses to him should spoke volumes.

But telling him… it made her feel too vulnerable and exposed.

"Regina… tell me." He whispered in her ear, his finger slowly sliding in and then almost out.

Letting out a shaky breath, she opened her eyes and rolled them. "I do, I like it. I wouldn't be here otherwise as I do not do this as charity."

Laughing a rich laugh that filled the room, Hook used his thumb to run circles over her clit, and as he did that he never stopped moving his fingers within her. "My Queen, what will I do with you and that attitude?"

"Nothing. You'll do nothing but-" She started to say as her face searched for his, but taking the way her head turned to him and the fact that her lips were parted for him to claim, the man laying behind her leaned forward and kissed her, his lips stealing away any other word she could have muttered.

The kiss didn't last long, his tongue quickly swirled around hers and then he pulled away and made her turn from him.

"I think I will have to do something." And with that he pushed another finger into her passage and bit on her shoulder.

Biting down a moan, Regina buried her face into the pillow. She couldn't see him like that, but she could hear his breathing softly brushing against her ear, she could detect his masculine scent lingering in the air and most definitely, she could feel his digits working inside of her.

The pressure of the movements in her made her bit the pillow, and as he continued the sweet torture she could feel him kissing a path from her shoulders to the back of her head.

That right there sent a shiver down her spine and she arched into his touch and into his mouth, moaned softly as she let herself be carried away into the moment.

At that point she didn't care who he was or the history between them, she just wanted the sweet aching between her legs to be treated as she needed it and the sooner it was treated the better.

Licking her lips and pulling away from him, she swirled around, moved her hands to the nape of his neck and forced his head towards her; then, when he was close enough she pulled even closer and kissed him hard.

The change of positions made him slide his fingers out but she didn't really mind, not when the promise of him filling her in other ways was so near.

Hook gave into it, rolling her to her back and receiving her when she boldly plunged her tongue between his lips and after letting her take control for a few seconds reciprocating by pushing it back so he could be the one exploring her mouth with his kiss.

Kissing… that was the best way of savoring him and she found herself getting lost into the moment. It took her breath away, it made her feel dizzy with need and as he kissed her senseless she ran her hands down his back until they slipped underneath the rather annoying fabric of her blanket, pressing him hard against her as her fingers squeezed his flesh.

Until that moment they had only engaged in a heavy make out session, her hands were all over him, his fingers had been all over her and into her and with their limbs entangled they kissed over and over again; but now, feeling his body pressing hard into hers as her legs accommodated his weight was making her arousal go to a fever pitch.

She wanted more, the liquid heat that settled in her center long ago craved for more and in her fuzzy mind there was only one way to satiate her need.

She wanted him, and she wanted him bad.

It could be that her need to feel something was overpowering, it could be the fact that his touch always made her feel more wanton and daring than usual or it could be that she has never been with a man made her feel like that… whatever it was it didn't matter, not in that moment anyway.

Pulling away from him she moaned gravelly, rotating her hips against the hardness of his manhood and thus provoking a low hum to escape his lips. It was obvious that he was more than ready to give her what she wanted, he only needed to take the blanket away to give it to her.

But he wasn't taking it away; no, if she pushed her groin into him he would push harder, but with those damn blanket in the way nothing was really happening. Yes she could feel his burning erection poking and teasing her entrance but other than that nothing.

"Don't be a tease, Hook." She mumbled breathless, then after saying that lifted one leg and brushed it against his strong bare thigh.

"That's not my name." He planted a kiss on her jaw, his tongue darting out to taste her skin, but because Regina didn't want any more preambles she slid her hands down his sides and once they reached the edge of the blanket, she started to pull it off down…

"Killian; is that what you wanted to hear?"

The Pirate smiled, his face lowering so that he could brush her lips against hers. "To start, aye, that was what I wanted to hear."

Arching an eyebrow, Regina used all her strength to roll them over. The motion made Hook close his eyes tight and she was sure that his battered body suffered with her impulse. It didn't matter, with him like that it was easier to disentangle him and once he was as she wanted him, she slid against his body.

"Easy, woman." He said, holding her hips steady as she straddled him.

Regina looked at him and placing her hands to his chest, she moved against his erection and slowly made him slid into her. "I don't do easy."

Sucking in a breath, Hook's eyes focused on their joined groins and then with a lazy smirk, he bit on his lips. "And that makes you my type of woman."

"Hmm," She mumbled with an arch of her eyebrow, moving against him and slowly starting to pick up a rhythm that seemed to satisfy them both.

"Hmm." He said after a while, mimicking her and then with a grunt, he made the effort to sit up.

Once close to her, she circled his neck with her arm, he held her hard against him and then their lips meet.

As they kissed, breathing into each other and drinking on their soft moans, it happened like it always did; the moment carried them both into a sweet delirium where nothing other than satiating their need for one another existed; then as they came undone, one after the other, they collapsed in a heap, limbs tangled together and their hearts beating unsteady.

"I'm beat up." He mumbled, his lips brushing against her forehead. And aye, he felt more than beat up, he felt awful in the aftermath of their moment of passion and for some reason that made him snort.

But the discomfort of his body was secondary, so ignoring the ache that was taking over his entire body, Hook held Regina against him, feeling the way her body started to relax and her breathing started to become steady.

Holding her like that, he waited for his own body to climb down from the high as well, and once it did and his manhood went back to its normal state and slid out of her he said it, the thing that has been at the back of his mind for a while now. "I think I love you."

Clenching his jaw, he waited for Regina to react, but she did nothing but breathe softly against his chest, her hair sprawled like a silky blanket over his skin.

Moving a hand to her back, he shook her lightly; but at that gesture she did nothing.

"Regina."

Nothing, so snorting at the fact that she fell asleep on him, he closed his eyes and started to trace lazy circles against the skin at her lower back until sleep claimed him as its own too.

TBC