Hi! I'm very (very) late, but this is my #ecweek day 6: teacher/parent AU. It is also part 2 of day 2 of #ecweek, the teacher/student one. I think you really have to have read that one first to know what's going on.
Also, I think a lot of counties have middle school, but we don't have that where I live, so 12-year-olds are in high school here. Didn't want to research how the age would differ in other countries.
This one is for Karla (evilcharmingggg).
February 2034
Regina sighed, flicking a strand of hair out of her face, taking one last look at herself in the mirror before she grabbed her keys and headed out the door. Today was her first day teaching at the local high school; she will be giving a six-week course to the second-years. Normally, her dance school runs solely on her one-on-one classes and the occasional group lessons, but business had been rough lately, so Regina accepted the chance for an extra gig with open arms. How hard could teaching a couple twelve-year-olds a few basic dance movements for a couple times a week really be?
On her way there, she contemplated that she had never particularly been a child person. She didn't dislike them, exactly, but she had just never been surrounded with them at any point in her life. She didn't really know how to communicate with them. But, she remembered, these weren't small children she'll be teaching. They were around twelve years old, certainly old enough so that Regina felt like she didn't have to change her way of handling them as opposed to adults. At least, that's what she hoped.
When she arrived at the crowded school, she took off the sunglasses she'd had perched on her nose to protect her eyes from the bright morning light and strutted inside, heels clicking along the way.
Half of the children who were roaming the halls being taller than her—even with the added height of her shoes—should not have made Regina as annoyed as she was at it.
She found the principal's office to give her more detailed instructions about her position as a guest teacher for the next few weeks, leaving the meeting with a printed schedule and a list of names for all the classes she'd be teaching. She supposed that the list was for learning names and keeping attendance, but Regina scoffed and didn't give a second thought to actually doing that. If those students didn't want to come to her class; they shouldn't. Hell if Regina cared who showed up and who didn't.
If Regina had decided to indeed look at the list of names she'd been provided with, she probably would have walked out of there only to never return to her position. For all the way down at the N's on the sheet for class 2b, stood the name:
Nolan, Neal.
Weeks went by as Regina continued to teach five classes, each a one-hour session per week. True to her word (to herself), she hadn't bothered to learn names or keep attendance. She did have every student introduce themselves. Only the ones who seemed serious about her class and who showed promise, she'd remember.
One of those students was Neal. (Neal, who had never mentioned to Regina his last name.) He seemed a little timid, not having a lot of friends. But when she instructed the youngsters around the room with their partners, Neal did as she said with an enthusiasm she had not expected from a high school student. He was talented, showing real promise to be a skilled ballroom dancer, if he so wished. She concluded this after the first day, recognizing talent when it was presented to her.
When the ten-week course had been coming to an end, Neal had approached her. He'd seemed a little nervous and a little reluctant, glancing around the room to see if his fellow classmates noticed him talking to their teacher. When he'd asked if there was a possibility for him to continue classes with her, Regina had been surprised.
As it turned out, the boy's parents thought it was a good idea for him to keep attending her dance classes.
Of course, Regina had a spot for him. She did want to speak with his parents, though, not feeling like having a student who did not want to be taught. And from the story Regina could make up, it was the parents' decision to keep him in class, not Neal's.
That following week, the doorbell rang just in time for Regina's appointment with Neal and one or two of his parents. She figured she'd meet with them, get to the bottom of the situation regarding Neal's own wishes in this, and depending on that: book a standing appointment or respectfully decline and get on with her evening.
Oh, how wrong she had been.
Her heels clicked on the floor as she made her way to open the door, raking a hand through her hair to make sure it sat as she wanted it to sit. When she opened the door, Neal was the first thing she saw. Despite his shyness, she'd bonded with him a little over the last ten weeks and she genuinely liked the boy. She smiled at him, "Good evening, Neal," she began, but when she lifted her gaze to look at the person accompanying him, her smile faded.
She recognized that face. The one with the kind and smiling eyes and inviting smile. The one with the slight stubble, although new were the few grey hairs that apparently now grew alongside the dark blonde ones. His hair was a little longer than she remembered, too, and laugh lines had appeared around his eyes, but there was no mistaken.
"David?" she couldn't believe it. At first, shock was the only thing she felt. But then, it made way for old hurt, and even anger. Hurt, for he had not chosen her over his fiancée (now wife) all those years ago. Anger, because how dare he show his face here? How dare he, after everything, bring his child here to rub his happiness in her face like this? He was the one who made her fall for him, thirteen years ago. He was the one who rejected her, and he was the one who never contacted her afterward, ceasing any and all friendship they may still have had left.
She wanted to scream. She wanted to yell at him and tell him all of this. But Neal was right there, and David hadn't even said anything yet.
For a few moments, they just stood there. Their eyes locked. Regina's own reflecting fury, his radiating a sense of calm. Regina didn't know what Neal must have been thinking, for it all probably seemed a little strange.
"You know each other?" Neal asked, tone innocent as his eyes shifted between the two of them.
This made David move, putting his hands on his son's shoulders and breaking Regina's eye contact. "Yes. I used to be a student of Regina's, too," he answered, and Regina scoffed. Of course; he was right. All that David had been to her, was a student. But the way he said it made Regina feel absolutely irrelevant. As if she hadn't asked the man to marry her, once upon a time.
From here on out, it was all a haze. Regina had put aside her feelings and invited them both in. There was no denying that she could really use the money, so turning down a student would not work in her benefit. Besides, if all went well, she would not have to deal with David aside from this one time. If he turned out to be the one dropping off and retrieving Neal every lesson, she would make it clear that he was not to come in with him. It was that simple.
That night, when David had followed her into the kitchen while she retrieved them some beverages, he pretended like nothing ever happened. And when Regina had bitterly asked why he thought it was a good idea to force his child to follow her lessons and asked if it simply was because he was stalking her, David had explained how Neal had been the one who'd asked his parents about continuing dance lessons in the first place. "You know how children are", he'd said, "always wanting to fit in. I'm sure a twelve-year-old boy taking ballroom dance lessons is not exactly the norm anymore, nowadays. I simply encouraged him to not let his decision be based on what other people might think."
Well.
Even if Regina couldn't be mad about him forcing his child into this anymore, she sure as hell could stay mad about David showing up here. The least he could have done was send his pretty little wife; Regina would have been none the wiser, since she never met the bitch. (She felt like she had the right to hate Mary Margaret, even though she never met her, and therefore she had always referred to her as a bitch in her mind. She knew this was wrong; but she also didn't care.) And now that David had showed up here, he could at least not beat around the bush like this, pretending like she hadn't made a fool out of herself for him way back when. He could at least give her the common courtesy to treat her like she hadn't been completely forgettable. She kept all these feelings inside, though, because she sure wasn't going to be the first one to cave and mention their past.
Arrangements had been made and before Regina knew it, she had been teaching Neal for three weeks. She saw none of his father, like Regina had heavily implied she preferred while still trying not to bring up their past relationship (which hadn't even been a relationship) and she tried not to think about him too much.
Sure, she was now regularly seeing the child of the man she had once been in love with but who had not wanted her in return; Regina tried to ignore it. If she ignored it, she could pretend that it didn't hurt. She could pretend that her heart didn't leap to her throat every time she knew David would be bringing Neal by. He never came to the door with his son, just dropped him off and drove off, but it didn't change the fact that he came to her house every week. Almost like he used to, thirteen years back. But Regina didn't think about that, and her heart surely didn't drop with the slightest disappointment every time she opened the door to Neal, seeing David had respected her wishes and stayed away.
Tonight was just another night where David was decidedly not on Regina's mind. She just finished cleaning up after dinner when her cellphone rang. Sighing, she wiped her hands on the towel and grabbed her phone, seeing someone was calling her. She hadn't saved this person's contact, and she didn't bother reading the number before swiping right and putting the phone to her ear.
"This is Regina," she said.
"Regina," she heard on the other end of the line and for a moment, Regina thought she was hallucinating. She was sure that she was imagining things, because it could not actually be David on the phone, could it? But, she would recognize that voice anywhere.
"David?" She asked, excitement filling her even though she knew better. Stomping down that enthusiasm, because she could absolutely not get attached to him again, she waited for his answer.
"It's me," he confirmed. "Sorry for calling you, I—"
"How do you even have my number?" Regina quickly interfered. Honestly, she wanted to get this conversation over with as swiftly as possible, but she was also confused about how he had been able to contact her. That accusation she made a few weeks ago about him stalking her was not looking so ridiculous, now.
"… You still have the same number as you did when we were— when I was—" he sighed deeply. "I just never deleted your number." He explained. After a few beats, he added, sounding a little defeated: "I couldn't."
Well, that's ridiculous. Regina had deleted David's number as soon as it was clear that he wasn't going to leave his fiancée for her and on top of that was clearly planning on never speaking to her again. And all that while she was the one who got hurt. He wasn't. Why was he acting like he gave a damn about her?
"Well, that's—"
"I don't know why I called you, Regina. I just… wanted to hear your voice."
Regina couldn't believe what she was hearing. The excitement she'd felt earlier made way for man dared to call her, harass her, basically, after she told him she wanted nothing to do with him just a few weeks back, bringing up all sorts of painful memories, just because he wanted to hear her voice?
That seemed unlikely, since he hadn't been wanting to hear her voice in thirteen years. Even though she didn't completely believe him and his reasons for calling her, she also couldn't think of an ulterior motive he may have. Still, not knowing if she should be mad at him for lying about why he called her or about the fact that the reason he gave her was totally unreasonable, she replied with a clipped tone: "Well, now you have heard my voice. Anything else?"
She wanted nothing more than to keep talking to him. But she knew she could not let herself go down that rabbit hole again. She would only get hurt once more.
The line stayed silent for a few moments, and then he mumbled: "No, nothing else."
"Good. I have to get going. Good evening, David." Before he could respond, she hung up. When she brought the phone back down and looked at her screen, she saw the familiar numbers she had known by heart, and still does. She had typed them into her phone too often over the years, wanting to reach out but always deciding not to.
He hadn't called again. And as Regina continued to teach Neal, she tried to get over the wave of emotions that had resurfaced after being confronted with David again. The thing is that forgetting about her feelings for him was never something she had accomplished, even during those thirteen years. She'd stuffed everything in and pretended it never happened, yes. But forgetting about it entirely, and being able to move on? Never.
That proved to be an even harder task now that the boy's mother had insisted on observing her son during one of his classes, to see how he was faring. Why did Mary Margaret have to do this to Regina?
Right then, the woman was sitting right there, with her husband, all doe eyed and cheery smiles, watching Regina teach Neal. Of course, she had had to bring David. Why make it easier on everyone and leave him at home, where he didn't bother anyone? (Probably because she didn't know about the history between her husband and Regina, that's why, but Regina liked to ignore that fact. This gave her just one more reason to hate the woman).
She did, however, know that Regina had been the one to teach David all those years back, and had taken it upon herself to personally remind everyone of that fact numerous times. She had just loved it when her husband surprised her at their wedding, and she liked reminiscing about it.
Begrudgingly, Regina had smiled and laughed, pretending to be glad to have been of assistance. In reality, she sometimes wished she had never met David. She wanted to have never been his dance teacher, because the moment he had left her life, he'd broken her. Absolutely shattered her. He left her unable to form any lasting romantic relationship with anyone, which was ridiculous. She had only known and been friends with David for about four months. Those four months should in no way have been able to affect her, so much so that she still could not commit to another person.
Sure, she'd had a few boyfriends, and some girlfriends, but her relationship with them never seemed to be going anywhere serious. And it was all David's fault. So, by all means, it would have been better had she never met him.
On the other hand, Regina couldn't wish to turn back time and never meet him, because she did cherish their time together. She had, truly and irrevocably, loved him.
When David and Mary Margaret took Neal home after a full lesson of David's apologetic glances Regina's way, Regina had expected the rest of her day to be free. She had planned to use her time to destress from this whole shit-show. But, an hour later, she was surprised when a knock on the door let her know she had company.
Honestly, she shouldn't have been surprised to find David there, because he just kept on catching her unaware these last few weeks. Still, her brows flew up as she once again saw David at her doorstep and once more her heart started beating in her throat with both excitement and a little bit of dread. The last time he had stood right there, he had been telling her how he was going to go through with his marriage to Mary Margaret. The last time he had stood there, he had broken her heart.
"Can I come in?" he asked, and Regina found that she couldn't refuse him anymore. Hanging up on him even though the only thing she had wanted was to keep talking to him forever, had been hard. After the day she'd already had, she was emotionally too drained to try and keep up a front anymore. Her shoulders slumped a little as she dropped her guard, and she stepped aside to let him in.
They didn't talk too much as Regina fixed them both a drink, and they wordlessly sat down next to each other on the couch.
"Why are you here, David?" Regina asked, sounding more than a little defeated. "I thought I made it clear that I don't want to have to deal with you," she accused. She saw David's mouth opening to form a response, but then she quietly added: "You made your choice."
She felt a little melodramatic about the way she was handling this whole situation. It had been thirteen years. Regina just couldn't help that all of this still hurt like it happened just yesterday. Maybe it was because Regina had always felt things deeply. Or maybe it was just because she never gave herself the opportunity to really deal with her feelings. Either way, David looked to be just as affected by this, which made Regina feel less pathetic about still not having moved on and needing distance from him.
"I know I did," he said softly, putting his drink on the table in front of them and turning to face her. His hands seemed to reach for her, but then rested on his own knees which were just shy of touching Regina's. "Just, seeing you again after all this time…" David sighed, bringing a hand up and running it through his hair as he seemed to think on the ending to that sentence.
Then, he seemed to make up his mind and leaned forward. He took her glass from her hands and put it on the table next to his. Then he grabbed both of her hands in his. Although the warm contact of his skin on hers felt amazing, Regina leaned back when she noticed his attention was focused on her lips. When he let go of one of her hands to cup her face and was very clearly aiming to kiss her, she turned her head to stop him. Why must he be confusing her this way?
"Don't," she whimpered, a pained expression on her face. Her actions contradicted her words, though, as her own hand came up to hang off his wrist, effectively keeping his hand on her face.
David looked confused. "Why?" He whispered as he stroked her cheek. "Don't you want this?"
Regina sighed and closed her eyes. Of course, she wanted this. But he was married, and he was the one who didn't want this. Couldn't he see that he was playing with her feelings when he acted like this? "It hurts," she said sorrowfully. "You're married. You don't want me," she slipped up and this mistakenly said 'me' instead of 'this'. But it was all the same, wasn't it?
She felt David squeeze the hand he was holding while he still held the side of her face. "But I do," he said. "I always have."
Regina scoffed and shook her head, pulling his hand from her face with the grip she had on his wrist. "How can you say that?" Obviously, he hadn't always wanted her. Otherwise, he would have chosen her over Mary Margaret when she gave him the chance.
"Because it's true," he exclaimed, sounding a little exasperated although he had no reason to be. He shook his head a little, seeming to get his thoughts in order, and when he locked eyes with her again, she could see the beginning of a few tears forming in them. Which, in turn, made Regina's own feelings bubble up to her chest and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't keep in one or two tears of her own.
When David noticed those tears, he quickly swept them away with his thumb as he again cupped her face. "I made a mistake. As soon as I said I do to Mary Margaret, I knew I screwed up." He looked away for a few moments, looking to be frustrated at himself. Meanwhile, Regina couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"I was going to leave her," David nodded as he scooted closer to Regina so that their upper legs were touching and he let go of her one hand to grab the other side of her face, "I swear I was," he promised. "But then she turned out to be pregnant, and I couldn't leave her when she was expecting our child," he explained. He talked with such vigor, needing her to understand and believe her.
"And then we had Neal, and I simply couldn't let him grow up with separated parents just because I made the stupid mistake not to follow my heart in the first place." He exhaled deeply and leaned forward to rest his forehead against Regina's. She allowed the intimacy, feeling like her life had been turned upside down as she processed what he'd just told her.
All these years, he had wanted her? The only thing standing between her and David, had always been Neal? Confusion was written across her face as she tried not to think of how life may have been like, had Neal not been in the picture. Because, how could she ever dream about a world where a child had not been born? Where she wished him to never have existed? That would surely make her a bad person, right?
All this time, she hadn't responded to any part of his confession, just listening to him turn her entire world upside down. Right now, she didn't know what to say. "Oh, David."
She closed her eyes and felt David pull back slightly and then he put a lock of hair back behind her ear. It felt nice, this easy affection, and Regina leaned into the touch. "I'm sorry," she heard him say.
When she re-opened her eyes, he continued: "I'm sorry for taking so long to tell you all this. But I do want this. And I do want you."
"You know, this is ridiculous," Regina replied, a little humorously sad tone to her voice. "It's been thirteen years. We don't even know each other anymore, not really," she said. Surely, any feelings they had had for each other were supposed to be long gone by now. They hadn't seen each other in so long, how could they know they still had the same easy relationship they once had?
"Maybe it is ridiculous," David conceded, but then he grabbed her chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting her head to look at him. "But sometimes, you just know."
When he looked at her like that, with those meaningful blue eyes, Regina believed anything he said. She nodded slowly, even though she never used to be one to believe in things like love at first sight or first kiss, or in fate or destiny. This time, though, she might believe that they were, even after all this time apart, meant to be together.
David took this as an invitation to close the space between them, and finally, after years upon years of wanting, his lips were on hers. They were soft, just like his kiss, at first. One of the first few things Regina noticed was his smell invading her senses, and she absolutely loved it. His own unique smell combined with a delicious cologne. She inhaled deeply as her hands travelled up his chest and to his neck, where her fingers splayed at the hairs on the back of his neck.
Soon, their kiss escalated. Moving from soft and tentative, to deep and passionate. Regina couldn't get enough of his taste, his feel, his smell, and David seemed to agree. A little moan reverberated in her throat on a particular swipe of his tongue against hers, which in turn had David releasing a moan of his own into her mouth.
"You're still married," Regina breathed against his mouth, breaths mingling and lips hovering as she moved her hands down and gripped his arms tightly. Oh, how she loved to feel those muscled upper arms flex beneath her fingers as he moved his own hands down to her waist, turning her a little more on the couch. After a moment, he made up his mind and tugged her forward a little more, making Regina realize what he was planning as she moved to straddle him. From her waist, David's hands now made their way to her thighs, gripping them tightly as he answered: "I don't want her. I want you."
If that wasn't the most beautiful thing Regina had ever heard, she didn't know what was. Happiness swelled inside her, and briefly Regina wondered where this night was taking them. Even though she liked to pretend she was in control, she knew she certainly wasn't. Right now, this man could ask anything of her, do anything to her, and she'd be unable to resist. She had waited thirteen years for this, never entirely letting go of the idea of them. Now that he was so clearly offering this to her, it didn't matter that he was married, or that she should, perhaps, refuse him out of sheer principal; he had turned down her proposal all those years ago. But when he looked at her like that; when he touched her like this and when he talked to her like just so, she could never tell him no. And she didn't want to. God, she didn't want to. All of a sudden she was sure of where this night was going: up to her bedroom (or right here on the couch).
She moaned at the thought of finally being with him after all this time and gave in, diving forward and kissing him. Their tongues met, warm and wet, and she freely let him into her mouth. She could taste the alcohol from earlier on his tongue and his slight stubble grazing her skin. It made goosebumps rise, a shudder coming over her and heat pooling between her thighs.
After a few moments, she broke their kiss, lips smacking with the parting. She looked into his blue eyes, seeing lust and affection there. It only solidified her decision. "Take me to bed," she whispered in his ear.
With a groan he caught her lips again in a rougher kiss, sliding his hands around to the backs of her thighs, where he gripped her before standing up. Regina's legs hooked around his hips and his hands still firmly held her up as their kiss broke for a moment during this transition. They quickly fused their lips together again as he took a few slow steps towards the staircase.
Regina wound her arms around his head as she got comfortable in his hold, feeling at home in his arms as he carried her through her house. A few steps in, he broke from her kiss to watch where he was going. This is when she realized he'd never been upstairs to her bedroom before and didn't know the way there exactly. The thought made Regina consider just telling him to take her right here on the floor. She restrained herself, though, realizing that a soft bed would be far more comfortable.
While he was preoccupied with making his way up the stairs now, Regina focused on his jaw, nibbling, biting and soothing her way down the firm curve of it. A naughty thought crossed her mind; she felt like marking him, while knowing he'd be going back home to his wife eventually. The thought of claiming him as her own in some way turned her on even more. She swivelled her hips as much as she could in this position, while he was still holding her against him. The movement had her feeling his own excitement for her, and she couldn't hold back a smirk at it.
She sank her teeth into his jaw once more while he took the steps up to her bedroom. When she pulled her head away from his for a moment, she saw her handiwork on his neck and jaw and felt a bit of pride at her little artwork.
Ducking her head back down to suck his earlobe sensually, she whimpered, "hurry up," and felt his steps quicken at her encouragement. Before too long, he opened a random door in the upper floor, as he didn't know where he was going. He saw a bed, though, and figured this was Regina's bedroom. Regina noticed that he had in fact taken her into a guest room, but since all she wanted was to be in bed with him as soon as possible, she decided not to correct him on their location.
When he'd walked them through the door, she kicked it closed and he took a few quick strides to the bed before unceremoniously dropping her on it. She looked up to him, dark lashes framing her pretty eyes, taking David's breath away. What a sight she was, make-up smudged, clothes crumpled, staring back up at him with that look in her eyes. In that moment David felt a level of want he'd never felt before. Even though he'd been sure before, it was now reaffirmed how much of a mistake he'd made all those years, not choosing Regina over Mary Margaret. He'd never felt this much with his wife. Never this much lust, this much affection (this much love).
Because while he did indeed feel lust, that was not the only thing driving his actions tonight. He adored Regina. Even after all these years, he did. Seeing her with his son earlier today made him realize it even more.
Right now, though, she was beckoning him down to her with a seductive expression on her face, legs spread wide for him, and lust overtook most of his senses. He grabbed her knees while leaning down over her, climbing on the bed with her and running his hands over her bare legs, grazing the hem of her skirt which had ridden up practically all the way when she'd wrapped her legs around him earlier.
Just the feel of those toned legs compared with the sight before him would be enough to make him hard, if he wasn't already. His face ducked to her neck as he stroked his hands over her legs, higher and higher still. It was now his turn to suck and lick at her skin, intent on leaving a few marks of his own. One of Regina's legs hiked around his hip again, keeping him close as she enjoyed the attention to the skin of her neck. She gasped as he found a particularly sensitive spot, which in turn made David focus there a little longer.
While enjoying his ministrations, Regina also felt the need to move faster. She had to have him; and quickly. She knew she was already wet for him, their little make-out session downstairs enough to have her coating the inside of her panties with arousal, she was sure. She just couldn't help it; his every little touch set her skin-and her center-on fire.
"David," she whimpered, and he lifted his head to look at her. "I want you," she added.
In a flurry of movement, David had removed his own shirt and was tugging at Regina's. She helped him with it, took off her bra and soon they were both naked from the waist up. For a few moments they just appreciated all the new skin that was presented before them. Regina's hands came up to glide over his chest, loving the feel of his hard but smooth skin.
While David believed himself to be a gentleman in most situations, he now could not direct his gaze anywhere but the most gorgeous tits he'd ever seen. They were on the small side, but David didn't mind. In fact, he only appreciated it when, when he trailed his hands over her naked stomach up to those beautiful mounds, he could fit them into his hands entirely. As if they were made for him. He took a few moments to appreciate feeling the warm skin in his palms and then started massaging them. He noticed Regina's leg tighten around his hip and felt her hips swivel ever so slightly beneath him. He wished he could feel the heat of her against where he was oh so hard for her, but decided not to focus on that until he had given proper attention to Regina's breasts.
He leaned down, feeling Regina's hand slide up to his head and her fingers glide through his hair as he put his mouth to her left tit. As he licked and sucked and kissed her all over except for that perfectly erect nipple, Regina arched her chest into him, trying to get him to put his mouth on where she needed it most.
When he gave in, he was rewarded with the most erotic moan he'd ever had the pleasure of hearing.
Her hips started grinding up to his in earnest and he moved with her, creating a pleasant sensation for both of them through their clothes. But, as he moved onto her other breast, leaving a few small bruises here and there, their grinding soon was not enough anymore.
His want for her skyrocketed when she pulled him away from her chest by the back of his head, pulled him down to her to kiss him hard, and then muttered against his lips: "I want you inside of me, David."
On top of that most erotic sentence, hearing his name leaving her lips, lust evident in her tone, made David delirious. He dove back into her kiss as his hands moved to her legs, smoothing them over the skin on the outside of her thighs. When he encountered her skirt, he grabbed the edges and moved it up all the way up around her waist.
He locked his gaze with hers for a moment to get her final approval before he grabbed her panties, and drew them down her legs. Just for a moment, he was distracted by those beautiful legs. But soon, the smell of her arousal hit his nostrils and he focused his attention on her center. He could see she was wet, and as he settled back against her after having moved to take off her panties, he drew one exploratory finger through her slit.
Regina gasped at the sudden contact, but thrusted her hips up to get more of it.
David moved two of his fingers up to draw small circles on her clit, focusing his eyes on Regina's face. Her features were twisted in relief and pleasure, mouth opened slightly to draw in quick breaths. He leaned down to place a kiss on those parted lips and couldn't help but to dip his tongue inside her mouth to get another taste of her. She kissed him back eagerly, hands moving from his shoulders to wrap around his neck, effectively keeping him close.
His fingers on her clit felt amazing, but Regina wanted more. She wanted him, all of him, and she couldn't wait any longer than she already had.
So, she unwinded her hands from around his neck and brought them to the waist of his pants. She quickly undid his belt and opened his button and fly, tugging David's pants down before he even knew what was going on.
"You are eager, aren't you?" David breathed, but he didn't mind. Not at all. He was hard as a rock and couldn't wait to feel her wet heat stretch around his cock.
Regina hummed, her hand moved inside his underwear and she gripped him, feeling the hardness and retorting: "So are you." She stroked him a few times, making David's head fall down to rest on her shoulder as he enjoyed her touch. Even her hand felt heavenly.
Soon, she drew her hand away and tugged his boxers down with both hands, moving her hands to his back and tugging him down between her legs. David's head lifted from her shoulder and he kissed her once more. He grabbed her left leg and hiked it up and around his hip, her other leg falling outward to the mattress, spreading her for him perfectly.
Breaking their kiss, he asked: "Are you sure?"
Regina searched his eyes, breathing heavily, and questioned him right back: "Are you?"
David smiled sweetly, and opposed to their far from innocent position and plans, he gently stroked her cheek. "I love you," he breathed.
Regina didn't believe it. She couldn't. Sure; they could just know when it came to wanting each other after all this time apart. They could just know when it came to liking each other and needing each other. But they couldn't still be sure that they loved each other, not when they were basically strangers at this point. She ignored the feeling in the pit of her stomach telling her that they could know, and that she did love him back, still.
Instead, she focused on her arousal, and the feel of his body against hers. If he loved her, like he said, she needed only one thing from him at that moment. "Then fuck me," she all but commanded.
If David was disappointed that Regina didn't tell him that she loved him back, he didn't show it. His eyes only darkened with arousal when he heard her request. And really, how could he ever tell her no? (He did tell her no, once upon a time, but that was in the past, and he certainly couldn't do it again).
He looked down to where his cock was nestled between her thighs, coated with her want. He grabbed himself and lined up with her entrance, and sank inside of her. Her slippery arousal made it easy for him to thrust inside with one slow movement, giving her time to adjust to him along the way.
When he was all the way inside, he let out a shaky breath and heard Regina release a moan of her own. "Fuck, you feel good, Regina," he murmured.
Regina agreed with that sentiment, his cock just the right size to make her see stars when he started moving, she was sure. She clenched on him, and told him: "You do, too."
She moved her hips, a sign for him to start moving. Slow, at first, to savor the feeling of finally being together, but soon they both needed more.
David, whose hands had been on Regina's leg and hip, moved them to beside her shoulders, leaning over her more fully. This way, he had more leverage to move. Regina's own hands gripped his ass, pulling him in deeper with each thrust. David got the sentiment and moved inside her harder, almost slamming inside her again, again, again. "Yes!" Regina encouraged him. "Fuck me hard," she added on a high pitched moan.
She heard David growl as he started moving in earnest. Their hips smacking together every time he thrusted inside her deliciously hard and deep, Regina's arousal shot to a whole other level as she heard the sounds they were making. Skin meeting skin over and over, and faster still. On top of that, she was so well lubricated from her arousal that she could hear the wet sounds her pussy made on each of David's strokes.
Regina moved her own hips up for every downward thrust he gave her, and soon they were both worked up. Their harsh breaths mingled. Regina moved her leg up higher around his body, and ah! the slight change in angle had him hitting inside of her just right. "Fuck," she breathed.
The sound of her pleasure only spurred David on as he made sure to keep thrusting inside of her just right. Her walls were clenching on him, hard, and he was about ready to bust. He was determined to make Regina come first, though, and tried to focus on anything but how fucking good she felt around his cock.
Regina's nails dug into the skin of his ass as she received everything he gave her. She knew she wouldn't last much longer, and instead of wanting to prolong it, she chased her orgarm wantonly as she moved with David. One of her hands moved towards where they were joined, rubbing quick circles on her sensitive clit.
"Yes, make yourself come, Regina," David encouraged as he kept thrusting his hips hard, hard, harder. "Make yourself come for me."
Hearing those words, and the implication that she would come just for him, combined with all the sensations inside her as well as the stimulation on her clit had Regina right on the edge. She started gasping loudly with every breath, and one particularly hard thrust had her falling right over that precipice, and she came with a choked scream.
His continued thrusts only added to her pleasure as she rode wave after wave of her orgasm. Just when she thought that the stimulation might become too much, he pulled out and released all over her stomach with a grunt. She moaned as she felt the warm liquid spilling on her, a little disappointed that he hadn't come inside her. She figured that that was good, though, since they hadn't discussed it and this meant that he respected her enough not to fill her with his cum without permission.
He dropped down on the bed beside her, breathing heavily. She turned her head to look at him, still a little out of breath herself.
When their eyes met, Regina felt a sense of righteousness and calm run through her. Right then, they were where they were meant to be; together. With tired limbs she rolled over to lay against him, his come still all over her and now wetting the sheets as well as David himself. She couldn't find it in her to care, though. She leaned up to kiss him as he wound his arms around her, keeping her close.
The future was uncertain, but for now Regina felt at peace being with him in that moment. For now, she planned a short nap. After that, she would just have to fuck him again, but not before telling him to come inside of her this time.
In the end, David had left his wife and moved into an apartment of his own, where he took care of his son every other week.
On the off weeks, he would take his time to properly date Regina. She deserved as much. And after a year of building their relationship and gaining her trust on the fact that he would not leave her again, he (and Neal) moved in with her.
And they lived happily ever after.