Tumblr Prompt: Regina does something very unlikely of her to Rumple by ANON.

Rated T. Enjoy!

"Is this it?" Rumplestiltskin moves around Regina's bedchamber like smoke, slow and predatory intent on filling the entire space with his scent. His fingers wrapped firmly around a vial of a potion that the brunette had mixed just moments before, moving the vial in a languid motion. She had spent hours on that potion alone and here he stood, in her home, scolding her like a child. "Should I go find the court jester? Pretty sure he could do much better than you are currently, dearie." His eyes glanced up at her for a moment, taking in the look of simmering rage on her features before he tore his gaze away, focusing on anything but the young Queen. Gifting her the moment to be gawked at, wasn't in his scolding technique's - no, that was meant for praise. Regina hadn't done anything to praise her for.

Rumplestiltskin had agreed to teach her, but he hadn't agreed to have his time wasted by someone who wouldn't put one hundred percent of herself into every lesson. He, after all, had spent his time giving her his attention to try and make some of this settle in. Hadn't he?

"You will try again. And keep trying, Regina, until-" His sentence cut off the second something soft collided with his face. What was once a look akin to a displeased teacher was now slowly forming into that of a scowl, then as his eyes fell upon a decorative pillow at his feet - a smirk tugged on his lips. "Did you just throw a pillow at your master, Regina?" Glancing up, he caught sight of her with her hands behind her back as if she regretted the very action the second she had done it. "A little too old for th-" This time he saw it coming as she hurled the pillow, that she had behind her back, at his face - only managing to dodge it by leaping towards the mantle. "You litt-"

"What?" Regina held her chin up high as she stood her ground, feet planted firmly on stone. "Never had a pillow thrown at you before when you're acting cynical?"

"I was acting cyn-" The sentence halted as he flicked the vial out of his grasp and began to round on her, slowly backing her up against the foot of her bed. "Feeling more like a Queen today, are we?" Soft, eager fingertips reached out and traced along her jaw, noting the way she was currently holding herself. Leaning in to make the moment ever the more uncomfortable, he sniffed. She smelled of apples and cinnamon. The shift in the air caused him to realize the second she had begun to hurl another pillow in his direction, only this time she kept in firmly in hand and before it could collide with his face - he caught her by the wrist and squeezed until she dropped it. "Tsk, tsk, tsk." It didn't take much strength to push her back onto her bed and even less to climb onto it after her.

Regina pulled herself higher and higher on the bed, still on her back, as Rumple met her every time as he was hovering above her frame like a snake ready to -

Rumple's hand shot out, fingers grasping her throat and tilting her chin up, eyes burning into her own. Regina's lips were quivering and it took everything in him not to cackle so loud the King would hear. "I-I'm sorry." And that was all it took to help burn away the act, help shift the tables and give him the upper hand.

"No, dearie, you're not. But you will be." And with that he claimed her mouth in such a way that caused her breath to catch in her throat, but his wandering hands caused it to release into his own mouth and he breathed it in as if it were his life source. When his hand found her thighs, a sound that would shame the devil released from Regina's lips and he felt as if he would move heaven and hell to hear it over and over and over again. "Is this where you wanted your little display to end up?" His voice was hoarse, breathless.

"Not exactly. It's better." Hesitant fingers reached up to clasp at the lapels of his crocodile jacket and tugged him harder against her frame, hands stumbling from her thighs to come and rest beside of her head. "Now...teach me something."

With a light cackle, he lifted a hand and flicked his wrist to keep whatever noises the two made within her bedchamber walls away from prying ears.