I forgot how much I prefer typing on my iPad as opposed to my phone. The things you discover when your phone dies lol! Anyway, sorry for the delay. I had a hard time putting this together in a way that was smooth to read and a couple scenes got pushed to the next chapter. Which simply means the next chapter is partially written ;) I hope you enjoy it! Things will be heating up soon ;) Please leave a review! I love hearing from you guys!

Henry had managed to wait until he had finished his homework before he went to investigate but his curiosity was peaked the moment the music was blasted in his mother's room. And that was just where it started. First there was music, then there was her laughter, then there was Tink's exuberant voice, which was then followed by hysterical laughter and shouting. Really it was a wonder how he had finished his homework at all with such an extraordinary ruckus going on down the hall in the room that was was only ever disturbed by the sound of a hairdryer or a shower.

He had managed it though and was now quietly making his way down the hall and peering in to the room. Instantly there was a grin on his face. They were dancing. Or rather, his mother was dancing and Tink was flailing. His mother was trying to control her flailing and mould it in to some sort of respectable form of dance but Tink would just give up and start singing a song of her own creation about how she was never going to dance and that Regina should accept her 'wicked dance moves'.

Whatever lovechild Tink had created between twerking and jazz hands had his mother laughing absolutely hysterically. Bent over, eyes closed, a hand over her stomach, the whole ordeal. Henry had never once seen her laugh that hard, it was strange and wonderful and hilarious and he was completely helpless against the laugh that bubbled in his throat.

"Henry! Tell your mom the my dance moves don't need to be tamed! This world can handle me!" She practically shouted in her enthusiasm as she laughed and danced a circle around Regina who was still laughing hysterically.

"Um...on advice of council I respectfully decline to ever tell her that," he laughed and grinned a ridiculously wide grin when his reply sent his mother in to a new fit of laughter.

"Hey! I have watched enough crime shows on TV to know what that means! Now," she pointed as she half skipped to him and took his hand so she could pull him in to the room, "you will watch and learn, boy. This one I like to call 'The Electric Toothbrush'. Ready?!"

"Um..."

"Oh my god, no!" Regina laughed as she leapt forward and covered Henry's eyes.

"Shut up, Regina!" Tink laughed loudly over the music as Regina hugged her son in to her so his back was against her chest. When Tink reached for him, Regina turned them away a quarter of a step so she couldn't reach, "he needs to see this!" The pair of them simply kept laughing and her hand remained over his eyes, "it will expand his knowledge of the world of dance!"

"it certainly doesn't need to expand in that direction," Regina denied with a shake of her head and Henry just laughed and laughed.

"Fine then, I'll show you!"

"No-!"

"It goes like this!"

David

He frowned when he was shaken awake. Even though it was gentle and he could hear her voice he still frowned and turned his face in to his pillow with a deep inhale. It only resulted in her laughing softly beside him as her stilled hands pushed on his shoulder once again.

"Wake up," she laughed softly and he groaned in to his pillow in distaste at the thought of leaving his warm bed and venturing in to the cool night. "Come on, you lazy oaf," she laughed again but when she tried to push on him again, he reached out a hand and hooked it around the back of her knee and started pulling. Amused, Regina followed the pull until she had her knee on his bed and then his hand slid higher until it found the hem of her jacket and started pulling that. With a roll of her eyes and a truly amused laugh, Regina took his not so subtle hint and slid beneath his blankets and pressed herself right in to him.

Only then did he move. He rolled on to his side with a slow exhale and quickly took the opportunity to wrap his arms around her. Draping one over her waist and sliding the other beneath her neck to support her head. Then he tightened his grip around her to slide her even closer, only stopping when he was able to nuzzle his nose in to her cheek and rest his forehead against hers. With one final huff of an exhale from his nose, he settled and stilled.

His body felt like liquid. Languid and sleepy. He would have dozed off again had it not been for her quiet voice snapping him back to the waking world.

"David."

"Hm?"

She hadn't thought she could adore him any more than she already did. She hadn't seen him sleepy before though and she had proven herself wrong. She found a whole new level of adoration, "I want you to come with me."

"I want you to stay here," he countered drowsily and nudged his nose a little further in to her cheek, "in my bed."

"Well it appears we are at an impasse," she stated and she grinned because she just couldn't help it. He merely grunted shortly in agreement and didn't move. "David," she called once again and he let out a long exhale through his nose in protest. It only made her grin wider.

"The only thing that I will wake up for at this moment in time is if you start taking your clothes off," he mumbled sleepily and nuzzled his face in to hers a little deeper as he tangled his legs with hers. He didn't even care about the fact she was wearing boots. She was warm and she was in his arms and that was all that mattered.

Curious as to what his request would bring out of him if it was fulfilled, Regina moved her hands to her coat and slowly started undoing the three buttons over her stomach. She thought perhaps he had fallen back asleep until she pulled the scarf from her neck and felt his forehead furrow against hers in sleepy confusion at the sensation of wool sliding between them. It was only when her polished fingernails gently clicked against the pearl buttons of her black leather vest that he felt the need to see what she was doing.

With a sleepy inhale sucked in through his nose, he pulled back his head and opened his eyes for the first time that night only to focus on her fingers slowly opening one button at a time. Her vest was low cut as it was and she was already three buttons down which left a swath of soft skin running down her sternum and between her round breasts. Skin that was paled by the cold full moon coming through the window behind him. It took time for him to completely wake up but time seemed to slow down as he watched her fingertips moved to the fifth button, trailing down the line of her body where her sternum ended and her muscles began.

She was beautiful and sexy and as he rolled her on to her back and kissed her he wondered if she knew that. The moment he was on top of her she gave a heady moan against his lips that had him furrowing his brow and dropping heavier on to her. The arm that had been under her neck remained there after he rolled her but the other did not stay so still. His hand started at her chest and slowly slid down over her breast as she opened her mouth for him. Another moan sounded off against his lips at the contact and her breath grew shaky and inconsistent the lower his heavy hand traveled.

Once it got to her hip she bent her knee and hugged it against his side so his touch could seamlessly travel over her ass and down her thigh to the back of her knee. She was a shaky and quivery mess in seconds. Moaning and whimpering constantly and she wondered why he found such pleasure in simply touching her. Not that she was at all complaining. She loved his hands just as much as he loved to use them on her.

There had to be more than just touches though, more than just their hands feeling and exploring one another. It was thrilling and pleasurable but it just wasn't completely and entirely satisfying. There had to be something more. She had just never felt it before. But she knew there was something. Something she was rather certain he would give her.

"You are making it very difficult to say no to you," he breathed with a low growl to his voice before he kissed her again and put his back in to it. She moaned again, long and tainted with a whimper while his mouth stayed caught with hers in a long hard kiss.

When his lips parted from hers he pulled his arm out from under her neck and pressed a wet kiss to her throat when she tipped her head back deep in to his bed. "Say no to what?" She whispered as his teeth nipped at the side of her neck and his fingers traced her collarbone while the others curled and slipped beneath the waist of her black leather pants.

Her arousal was completely out of control when his fingers fell from her clavicle and started to trace the swell of her partially exposed breasts. Starting at the top, dipping down around the inside between them, and then curving underneath until his fingers met the black leather vest. Then he repeated the pattern on the other side, watching his own fingers and studying her body while she tried to remember how to create a lucid thought.

"Not while Cora's here," he breathed and shivered at the small and sharp whimper she gave when he dipped his head and placed a kiss right over her heart.

"She won't be waking up," she promised on a shaky moan as his mouth found her neck and his hand slid up over her breast so his thumb could rub the spot he kissed.

"Heavy sleeper?"

"No. I tainted her tea this afternoon. She won't wake up until late morning," she explained against his ear and sucked in as best a breath she could when his kisses paused, hovering just over her skin. Close enough to feel his lips curve in to a smile before he lifted his head so he could look her in the eye.

"You drugged your mother?" He stated in search of clarification for he was entirely unable to believe what he had just heard.

"It's very effective. And consistent."

"You've drugged her on more than one occasion?" He stated in disbelief with a laugh lacing his voice.

"It is a wonder how she hasn't figured it out yet," she replied on an exhale, her mind not even remotely focused on the conversation they were having. It was on his fingers still hooked in the waist of her pants as they now slid and travelled along the line of her waist. From one hip to the, oh, there, in the middle; she wanted him there. He seemed to know it too. Smirking bastard teasing her as though she knew what he could do to her. He wasn't playing fair, she didn't even know what she was in store for.

Slowly, he dropped his head once again and kissed her, slow and thorough until she purred and he sighed. "What did you intend to happen tonight if you went through such lengths to incapacitate dear Cora? Because I know this wasn't what you had in mind," he smirked while her hands took fistfuls of his simple linen shirt.

"It's the last full moon before the snow falls," she answered and he hummed as his fingers started sliding back to the hip they started at. Her breath caught in her throat with an erotic little moan when his hooked fingers paused to linger and swirl just below her navel and above the apex of her thighs. She found herself slightly rocking her hips in response and she continued slowly just because it was releasing some of the new tension he had created while he toyed with her clothing and her skin.

"There is a herd of unicorns that travel through our property every year at this time. I wanted you to watch them with me. But I find I am quite content to stay here with you instead," she breathed and he gave a smug grin that she really barely even noticed for she was in such a hopeless state.

"I would love to watch your unicorns with you," he told her and before she could protest, he kissed her once more. Sucking and nipping and kissing those plump lips before he easily climbed over her and walked away from his bed to get dressed. She didn't move. She stayed on her back with one knee up and her arms now laying limp and bent over head on the bed. It made him laugh softly under his breath and he left her to pout as he started to remove his sleeping clothes.

Yes, she was pouting. He left her there in a confused mess and she wanted him to come back but she knew how hard it was to change his mind. It took her months of effort and a mental breakdown on her part to finally convince him to be with her. She wasn't all that motivated to try and get him back in to that bed with her. He was too stubborn and her mind was entirely unfocused. Her attention was caught though by the flash of moon paled skin at the foot of the bed and she propped herself up on her elbows so she could better see what he was doing.

Her stomach twisted in arousal and a heat she was now intensely aware of grew even more concentrated between her legs as she watched the muscles move in his back. The movement that had initially caught her attention had been him pulling his shirt over his head and now she was soaking in every inch of his strong back. And then he let his pants fall to the floor and the moan that lodged itself in her throat caught her by surprise. But the sound only had him throwing a smirk over his shoulder before he pulled on a more suitable and fitted pair of pants and effectively took away her view of his fine ass. Not that she really had any to compare it to but surely it didn't get much better than that.

Laughing softly to himself as he finished buckling his belt, David contemplated once more the idea of getting back in that bed with her. But even drugged in to a heavy sleep, he was still wary of Cora. Besides, he wanted to wake up with Regina in his arms the next morning and he knew he couldn't get away with that while Cora was on the property. So he picked a shirt and then dug for a clean cloth before he turned around and walked to the bed so he could crawl on top of her again.

Instantly her warm hands were exploring the skin revealed to her and a moment later she had lifted herself just a little higher so she could kiss him. He hummed against her lips and as her raised knee hooked around the back of his thigh, he lowered himself down on top of her until she was laying flat on her back once more. Her kisses were full of unbridled passion and need and he was almost pulled in. Almost. His hand moved down her side and over her hip to her pelvis and while she rocked her hips in to his touch with a moan that had her fingernails scratching down his chest, he tucked the corner of the cloth in to the waist of her pants and stopped the kiss.

She was panting and frustrated and he was no better as he grinned down at the horny little thing she had become. "Clean yourself up," he instructed softly and lowered his head to kiss that sweet spot just beneath the corner of her jaw and as she whimpered he spoke against the lobe of her ear, "the chafing would be extraordinary in these pants, darling."

She could feel him smirk against her skin but it only had her shivering and wanting him to continue. But even with her fingers digging in to his skin he still got off the bed after leaving one last kiss on her neck. He told her he would meet her down in the stables but her mind was still foggy and she took a few minutes to come back to herself.

Even once she had though she didn't understand his instructions. Not until she moved to sit up and the action of moving her legs led her to discover she was incredibly slick between them. It was an odd and slightly disconcerting feeling but the fact that he knew it had happened and had no judgement or distaste in his tone gave her comfort and the fact he had been smug about putting her in such a state finally brought a smile to her lips.

Ass.

...

They had only had to walk down the hill from the stables before Regina had stopped and spread a thick wool blanket out for them to sit on. When he sat down and began unfolding the other two blankets to wrap around themselves he was interrupted by Regina promptly sitting in front of him and between his legs. It made him smile and laugh a little and he proceeded with his task as she leaned in to his chest and stayed there.

Eventually he had gotten one blanket spread over their legs and the other wrapped around his shoulders and held closed by her fingers buried in its warmth. Then they simply waited and he kept his arms wound tightly around her middle and his chin on her shoulder. She hadn't spoken more than a few words since she had come down from the loft but he did notice she had left her scarf up there and that she had also left the top two buttons of her black vest undone to give him a generous view of her cleavage. She had closed the three buttons of her royal blue jacket. Nice and snug around her narrow waist. Really that was the only thing that was back to normal.

"Talk to me," he told her softly and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. She didn't answer at first and he really didn't expect her to. She was Regina after all. But eventually she did tell him.

"I am frustrated. And angry that I love you too much to take it out on you," she told him with a frown and hugged the blanket tighter around herself and therefore him as well.

It was then that he realized just how deep he had burrowed in to her heart. It warmed him from the inside and it reached every part of his body as he wound his arms tighter around her. She wasn't talking because she was upset but she was sitting in his arms and against his body because she loved him regardless. For Regina Mills to set aside her anger with someone to instead be as close to them as possible was a huge deal. It was very humbling and warmed him with pride and honour and an even deeper respect for her.

"I want to do this right, Regina," he told her softly and wasn't sure if she was distracted by the first unicorn tentatively making its way out of the tree line. Probably not. "I have no doubts that we will finish what we started tonight and that we will do it many times over again. If you truly want to have sex tonight I will be easily swayed. But I know it will be far more enjoyable when we are not worried about her catching us. I want to make you feel good and I want to make it last. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms and wake up without you having moved and without you having to leave right away. I want to do this properly but if you insist, I will eagerly make love to you right now on this hill in front of all these innocent unicorns," he told her and then smiled when she laughed.

She loved that he held her closer whenever he laughed. It was as though he realized that his arms had gone a little slack and that it was unacceptable that she was no longer pressed to his chest. And as much as she hated that he was right, his plan did sound better and more rewarding than what had sparked between them not an hour ago. She was going to have to read in to this 'sex' thing lest she be completely caught off guard. "Only to spare the unicorns," she agreed with a mild grumble to her voice that had him humming a gentle laugh next to her ear before he kissed her temple.

"I am looking forward to the eve of your mother's leave," he smirked and she hummed a single short laugh as she tipped her head back in to the front of his shoulder. He was more than startled when he was greeted from behind by a sharp and loud snort and he jumped with a low yelp as he twisted around only to meet the eye of a large unicorn. Perhaps large was an understatement. He didn't think he had ever seen one so enormous.

Regina had looked behind them at the sound too but while David eyed the stallion warily, Regina smiled affectionately. "I've never brought anyone with me before," she explained simply and at the sound of her voice, the dappled grey stallion flicked his ears to her, "let alone a man. He is defensive for a reason," she noted softly with a gentle underlying tone of regret for mankind.

David was in complete awe by the impressive stallion. He kept his enormous head hung low so that one dark brown eye was in line with his pale blue and the other was watching his herd. His coat was marbled with dark grey and bright white dapples while his mane was black as the night itself. His spiralled horn was ivory and ribboned with strands of black of various widths and it was at least two and a half feet long, if not longer. At its thickest point at the base, David wondered if he could even wrap his hand around it. He hadn't even seen a horse that large. He had to be nearly twice the size of Rocinante.

"Here," Regina offered and David warily took his eyes away from the stallion and looked at the palm of her offered hand.

"Sugar?" He stated in disbelief as he looked at the ordinary lump of sugar in her hand. The kind one puts in their tea. She merely nodded and laughed softly.

Skeptical, David took it from her and carefully offered it to the stallion. He wondered, for a moment, if the stallion would reject his peace offering and take his whole hand instead. But with another snort that flared his nostrils, the stallion contemplated the sugar and then just like any ordinary horse, he lipped it from his palm and happily crunched it in his teeth. It had David laughing in delight and relief and as if to say 'you are alright, tiny man, I approve' the stallion snorted a third breath that ruffled David's hair before he playfully lipped at his head. David laughed and out of instinct he lifted his hands and laughed even more when the stallion let him push his head away only so he could come back and lip at his hair again.

"Stop it," David laughed and Regina laughed in utter amusement with him as he tried to push the playful stallion away. Finally he managed to still the giant beast with a hand over his nasal bone and the other stroking his cheek. "There," he laughed and continued to pet his cheek and took the time to enjoy how soft he was, "that's better."

"You're lucky he didn't kill you," Regina smiled as he leaned heavier in to David's chest, "he doesn't tend to bat an eye when a man gets close to his herd. He usually kills them right on the spot, no questions asked. I've seen him do it several times. Some years when he brings his mares through here he is more red than grey with the blood he's spilled."

"Well thanks for the warning," he retorted and she laughed and shook her head as she offered the stallion a second lump of sugar from her own palm that he eagerly took without a thought to hesitate.

"I knew he'd like you. You are kind and you have a good heart. No different than his. He lives to protect his family. I've known him since I was a child. Sometimes I feel like he comes through here just to check on me. There are several far faster routes to get to his summer home," she mused softly with a small smile and laughed quietly when he moved his attention from David to herself and allowed her to touch him.

"Have you ever ridden him?" He asked with a smile and realized he had hit a raw nerve when she fell silent and her touch on the stallion changed enough for the stallion to lower his head further in to her lap as though he was comforting her.

"Once," Regina answered softly as her fingers circled his kind eye. "It hadn't been a particularly good week and when I saw him I ran to him and he must have known I was hurting, he must have know I was in distress for he stood there when I ran. He waited for me, he didn't spook or shy away. When I got to him I hugged him as best I could but he's so big I still can't wrap my arms around his whole neck. He let me cry and he curled around me and after a little while he invited me on to his back.

It would have been rude to decline such an incredible offer of trust and I had always wanted so desperately to let him take me somewhere where I could forget about this place. He did just that. For one glorious night I was nothing but a girl galloping through the night on the most infamously vicious unicorn who would rid me of anyone who dared step in our way. It was so freeing and reassuring. I have never received a more selfless gift.

It is fascinating how they get in to our heads. I know it frightens many people but I find their magic extraordinary. How they can interpret our emotions, how they can decide to be compassionate, or how they look at you and you just know without a doubt that they are thinking at a level that likely surpasses your own ability. They are so different from horses," she trailed off gently as she traced the sharp edge of the stallion's cheekbone.

David had heard many tales of unicorns both good and bad. He had heard of both their vicious tendencies and their ability to crush a man to death with their skillfully aimed hooves or spear them with their sharp horns, and he had heard of their gentle and kind nature when encountering a woman or a child. They could be sexist beasts at times but there were several occasions where he found himself unable to blame them. Especially there in the Enchanted Forest.

"They truly are fascinating creatures," he agreed softly and as he pressed a kiss to Regina's temple, the stallion focused back on him and David was fascinated to find Regina's description quite accurate. The stallion made him feel like he was being watched by Regina's father with a shotgun in his lap. It was bizarre and rather hilarious and far more threatening than any man with a shotgun.

"Do you want to go play with the foals?" She asked before she pressed a kiss to the unicorn's face.

"I would love to."