Chapter Fourteen: Supposed

They purchased some more vegetables along with some rice, pasta, and spices before heading back home to their cabin. Oskar continued to carry the basket even though Regan insisted that she could carry it. He jokingly held it away from her as they walked home, but they quickly began to rush when it began to snow. By the time they had finished eating, a small blanket of snow had surrounded them, effectively shutting them in for the night. Regan had always loved the snow and she mentally hoped that she could sleep by the window so that she could watch the snow.

When it came time for bed, Regan awkwardly changed in the bathroom into her pajamas. She suddenly wished that she had brought something else to wear to bed besides her ratty old shirt. It was from the first concert that she had ever been to and it was a dearly loved shirt. There were rips and tears and the neck had completely been torn away, but it was just oh so comfortable and reminded her of her mother. Of course, now that she was going to share a bed with Oskar and he was going to see her like this, she wished that she had brought something else. But she didn't have much of a choice now…and if she really wanted to, she could always climb down and sleep on the couch.

When she stepped out from the bathroom, she saw that Oskar had already changed for bed and was just putting the remaining leftovers from dinner into the small refrigerator. He was wearing a pair of navy blue boxers and a gray tee shirt and Regan had never seen him so relaxed before. He looked up when she shut the bathroom door, offering her a reassuring smile.

"I see that you were a fan of the Spice Girls." He said with a small chuckle, wiping off his wet hands on a dish towel. Regan shrugged her shoulders, feeling her shirt start to fall.

"It was my first concert," she answered. Oskar nodded, slowly walking around the cabin to lock the windows and the door and shut off all the lights. Everything was dark save for the light built into the wall above the bed.

"Ladies first," Oskar said as he leaned against the sturdy ladder. Regan slowly walked towards the ladder, never daring to meet Oskar's eyes. "You look very nervous." He commented as she hesitated at the bottom of the ladder.

"The last person that came into my bed was Lucius," she admitted quietly. Oskar's eyes instantly softened at the sorrow seeping into her voice.

"I could never do that to you." He told her. "You know that I would never do anything like that to you."

Regan nodded, knowing that he was right. Still, it was difficult to sleep peacefully with a man that she hardly knew. She would never tell Oskar, but he had many of the same characteristics as Lucius. They were confident, good looking, and extremely business oriented. They were smooth and could easily speak with new people. They were worldly and desirable to women, though that was based on completely different things.

"I'll sleep on the couch if you need me to, I really don't mind." He offered, finding her obvious hesitation impossible to ignore. Regan instantly shook her head.

"No, that's not fair." She said, forcing herself to climb up the ladder and crawl onto the far side of the bed. Oskar joined her after a moment, bringing a book with him. Regan wished that she had brought a book to read, but she figured that she probably wouldn't last long with how tired she was. Oskar got himself comfortable, propping his head up and opening to the saved place in his book.

"Is the bed all right?" He asked. Regan nodded, lying on her side facing him.

"How often do you come here?" She asked, reaching up and slowly undoing her long braid.

"I usually spend at least a month here in the summer, but I've never come here during the winter. This should be fun," he muttered, his eyes no longer focused on his book but watching Regan shake out her hair. He quickly closed his book and slid it into a small cubby above their heads. He then turned to face her, a hand reaching up to gently brush the hair from her face. "Can I hold you?" He suddenly asked. Regan blinked innocently before she scooted closer to him and allowed him to wrap an arm around her body. He rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes as if he was going to sleep. But suddenly, when Regan least suspected it, Oskar leaned down and gently kissed her. It was very much like the first time he had kissed her; he wasn't hoping for anything more, just a kiss. She easily leaned into him, running her hands up his chest with a small sigh. He pulled her closer and he seemed so much more eager than last time, but that didn't seem to bother Regan. When he brushed his tongue against her lower lip, she didn't know what to do. When he did it again, Regan pulled back and stared up into his dazed eyes.

"What am I supposed to do?" She asked, suddenly feeling stupid for asking the question. Oskar furrowed his brow.

"Hmm?"

"What am I supposed to do when you do that with your tongue?" She asked more specifically, trying her hardest not to turn bright red. Her determined yet embarrassed expression made Oskar smirk.

"Open your mouth and use your tongue," he told her, his voice low and husky. Before she could ask him to clarify, he kissed her again and brushed his tongue against her lower lip. She opened her mouth hesitantly and was floored when his tongue entered her mouth and brushed against her own tongue.

Was this what they called making out?

It was interesting and it made Regan's body very hot and tingly. Her mind was far from ever stopping Oskar, but it suddenly came up when Oskar pulled back and simply hugged her tightly. She could feel him grinding his desire against her, but it never went any further than that. With a steady hand, Oskar reached up to turn off the light and that's exactly how the pair fell asleep, surrounded by the silent snow.

…

Far up north, sitting in front of a slowly dying fire, Lucius Malfoy sat in his black silk robe drinking a glass of scotch. Above the fireplace was a flat screen TV that was quietly playing the news. They had figured out who Regan was, all thanks to innocent Natalie. Of course, Lucius had instructed her to "leak" Regan's information and allowed her to keep the reward money. He wanted her name and face out there for multiple reasons, but mostly because he wanted people to know who she was and who she worked for…more specifically, who she belonged to.

"Come in," he responded when there was a knock at his door. Petite Natalie quietly entered, shutting and locking the door behind her. She was dressed in her typical maids outfit, but her hair was down and her face was flushed. "What is it, my dear?" He purred as he took a slow drink from his glass.

"Mr. Greengrass has left," she said with a little sigh. "He left right after you left, sir." Lucius smirked, never looking away from the television.

"And how is Regan?" He asked, feeling a sense of pride and desire rise in his chest.

"Mistress Astoria said that she handed in her resignation…to you." Lucius instantly stilled.

Well, that was unexpected.

"Is she still there?" Natalie shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm not sure, but I noticed that Mistress Astoria hasn't invited her to lunch or dinner…which is strange, seeing as she's all alone." Lucius gripped his glass tightly. That little bitch…she had actually been so brazen as to run away with that bastard that she hardly knew. He thought about absolutely exploding with anger, but he decided that now was not the time. He would save it for later and take it out on the person that he really wanted to take it out on. Not to mention it would not be good to cause a scene while he was literally trying to woo the Swedish Ministry.

Lucius would just have to wait. He would let Greengrass have his fun; hell, he would even let them have Christmas together. Lucius was willing to wait until the perfect moment to strike. He would wait until they were comfortable and then he would happily destroy their ideal lives…Oskar would die, there was no question about that, but what would he do with Regan? She had defied him, but it wasn't completely her fault. She had been influenced by Oskar, possibly by Astoria too. Still, she had to be punished, but Lucius had plenty of time to come up with a plan that would quench his thirst for revenge. He finished off the rest of his scotch and gently set down his glass.

"Natalie, like all of our conversations, you are to tell nobody about this, do you understand?"

"Of course sir," she quietly answered. Lucius smirked, finally looking over to Natalie.

"Good girl…now take off your dress and get in bed."

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A/N: Damn it, I forgot to update again; I'm really sorry all. I'm putting a reminder in my phone to tell me to update every Friday, so this will NOT happen again.

Hannahhobnob: I'm glad that you're enjoying the story :) Oskar is one of my favorites; he's very kind.

Ykoe Lowe: Well, if I actually remember to update on a weekly basis...I like to do things this way because I spend so much time writing it that I just want to draw out the enjoyment. It's not to be mean...unless it's a cliffhanger, then it is mean, but it's just fun for me :)

Dragoon Dave: So, I hope that this chapter didn't disappoint ;)