They had entered the forest and Regina cursed every five steps she took for either her kneel would get stuck in the mud, then her skirt would prevent her from removing it from the ground or a new strand of wet hair would plaster itself on her face. She gathered she must have looked ridiculous and she hated the fact that of all the people in the world, that particular outlaw was the audience to her humiliation.
But the man himself kept in front, guiding her through the woods and rarely looked back at her or helped her when her clothing would get caught in some matter of foresty trap. Regina had had just about enough of her hot leather jacket - which she knew was ruined - she stopped on her tracks.
"Damn this!" and without another word, she tore the jacket from her body with a strength she herself did not know she possessed.
On that day - for the very first time in a very long time - Regina had actually chosen to wear some sort of undergarments, for which she was now very much thankful for, for instead of an exposed chest she had a thin dark layer of fabric covering her skin. It was very little fabric, only a pair of black straps supporting the cup shaped top that covered her breasts, and as for her stomach, it was covered by a thin black fabric that now clung to her skin.
The outlaw turned on his heel as soon as he heard her exclamation. Regina's gaze turned to him as soon as she was able to rid herself completely of the leathery prison, the look on his face was worth getting a million high-heeled boots stuck in the mud.
His mouth was hanging slightly open; his eyes seemed to be stuck on her breasts and he actually dropped his bow. Having the best archer in the realm drop his BOW to the mere sight of her did things to Regina. It was now her turn to look smug and let an insufferable smirk adorn her lips.
"Fuck me" he managed to whisper.
Regina groaned trying to sound annoyed but actually loving the extra attention "Fuck you!" she sneered back at him "Get ahold of your primal instincts thief. That cannot be all you think about."
Regina felt like such a ridiculous hypocrite, for when it came to him, sex was high up on the list of things she thought about, it was, after all, the best sex she had ever had. But this was yet another thing he did not need to know, ever.
"Very difficult not to think about it when you start taking your clothes off" he stated shamelessly ogling her breasts.
They no longer had to half scream in order to be heard for - although the rain kept pouring down on them - the protection of the forest trees muffled the loud noise of the rain. They were still soaked, so Regina was still angry, but with that very special brand of anger he brought to her heart also came an irritating amount of desire.
Regina raised one eyebrow at his comment and for the first time in that entire day, or maybe even ever since they had met, decided to actually agree with him. However, she would be agreeing in her own special way.
She did not say anything, but continued to look at him square in the eye, perfect brow still lifted, she smirked. Ever so slowly, she brought one hand to the right strap on her bodice. She hooked her index finger on the thin material and - watching his every reaction like a hawk - started pulling it down.
The dumbfounded expression returned to the thief's features and Regina felt victorious. She might have been wet, angry and temperamental but she was glad she could still twist that man in the tip of her finger.
Regina's majesty was not long lived, though, for when her finger's task was done a spine-chilling howl reached both their ears. All sensual games forgotten in a split second, their eyes met in another light.
"Wolves" he said, his gaze now scanning their surroundings. He picked up his bow from the floor and motioned for Regina to get closer to him "Come, we have to move."
And so the outlaw led Regina hastily through the woods, her boots were not helping, they were slowing her down, she had almost twisted her ankle seven times already. She had had enough of it, so she grabbed his hand in order for them to stop and started to remove her boots.
"Why won't you just magic yourself out of here?" he asked her just as she had removed the first boot.
"If I could, do you think I'd be here with you right now?" she retorted not looking at him, discarding the other boot.
"Did you lose your powers then?" he asked.
"Not that is any of your business but no, I did not lose my powers, they are still inside me. I just can't use them."
"My, isn't this your lucky day then?" He had the nerve to comment.
"No thanks to you!" Regina spat back.
"Thanks to me you are not dinner." and with no other words he grabbed her hand and they continued tracking along the forest, trying to keep out of the wolves way.
Their attempt to escape failed, Regina was able to spot several pairs of yellow eyes amongst the trees. The rain had not ceased and nor had the hold the thief had on her hand. They ran past the trees as fast as they could, but all their efforts seemed effortless in the face of their feral enemies. With no magic Regina had no hope in confronting them, had she had her power on her fingertips she would have been able to set fire to them all with a flicker of her wrist.
Now she felt helpless and scared. Two things she had not felt in the longest time, two things she had vowed she would never feel again. Ever since she started taking her magic lessons, she had dedicated all her efforts in her magic, and through that dedication, her magic grew stronger and stronger. It would always protect her, it would help her harm others before they ever had the chance to harm her.
But she was stripped of her magic, running away from a pack of wolves with a thief that made her see red with anger but also with lust. She most definitely did not have the upper hand in this situation, soaked to the bone and half naked, Regina did not like to feel like that at all.
If only mother could see me now!
Suddenly he stopped, Regina regarded him confused.
"There is no way we are going to get to the edge of this forest before the pack catches us-" he took a dagger from his belt and continued "-we'll have to climb."
Regina's eyes widened "Climb? Climb what?"
"Climb this tree, it's the tallest and greatest one I could spot." he told her.
"I'm not climbing a tree. Do I look like a monkey to you?" Regina replied
"Your majesty, you can either be a monkey with me or dinner with the wolves-" he said looking up at the tree "-suit yourself." and with that he started to climb the tree, not a single look back was given to Regina.
Desperation hit her like an arrow.
That damned man was doing this on purpose; he wanted her to ask for his help.
DAMN, DAMN, DAMN him if she ever lived through this day.
"Wait!" Regina shouted after him, he stopped climbing "Please-" Her voice came out small, she could not believe she had just said that. Apparently neither could he for when he turned his head to face her his face bore a stunned expression. He immediately jumped off the tree and stood in front of her.
"Come again?" he whispered.
"You are really enjoying this aren't you?" she narrowed her eyes.
"Immensely," he replied.
"Help me up." Regina said.
"Help you up what?" the outlaw asked with a tiny smile on his lips.
"Help me up NOW!" Regina's blood was boiling.
"You know that's not the right way to go" he bit his lower lip.
"Help me up right now or we will both be turned into wolf lunch."
"You are forgetting you manners your majesty."
Regina knew he was not going to budge so she finally gave in "Please help me up!"
"There we are, that wasn't so bad now, was it?" he said smirking, his dagger danced about his fingers.
"Don't push it outlaw" Regina retorted between clenched teeth.
"I believe I've already told you what I plan on pushing-" he said kneeling down in front of her.
Regina was confused, why did he kneel? Weren't they supposed to be going up?
Without any warning, the outlaw brought his dagger to the hem of her heavy leather skirt and cut it manufacturing his own personal slit.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Regina bellowed trying to move away from him while he brought the dangerously sharp knife up.
"I'm making sure you are able to actually climb the tree!" he responded, continuing his handy work, cutting the fabric until he reached the top of her thigh.
When he was finished Regina looked down at her now ruined skirt and commented, "This cut goes unnecessarily high."
"Easier access your majesty," he said, rising from his knees and having the guts to wink at her, Regina rolled her eyes.
His humor was short lived for the howling of the wolves was getting dangerously near.
"Right-" he regarded her for a heartbeat "-up we go."
Without any fair warning lowered his body so he could grab her about her knees and lift her. Regina let out a surprised yelp and instinctively tried to kick him away.
"Stop kicking me damn it" she could hear his voice ringing against her thigh "Trying to get us both killed?" he managed to hoist her up a little higher "Can you grab that branch?"
Regina had been in a state of absolute shock, from all that had happened that day; she did not in a million years picture herself in this position, in place and time. She snapped back to reality and looked up to see a thick branch an arm's reach away from her.
"A bit more to the left" she said, not believing the absurdity of the situation.
He thankfully obliged and Regina was moved enough to be able to grab a hold of the thick branch. When her hands came in contact with the tree she could feel the slimy substances that grazed its surface, reluctantly but with very little choice left, Regina used both her hands to hoist herself up on the branch. Her arms stung with pain as she climbed the branch but the rush of adrenaline cause by the howling helped her in the end.
Cutting a generous slit in her dress had in fact helped her tremendously when she came to put one knee to the branch – but not before promptly using the outlaw's head as a step rest her feet on – and finally getting herself out of the thief's grasp and onto the terrifyingly uneven surface of the branch. Her torso was pressed to the wood, and she managed to stand just as the outlaw screamed from below.
"Keep going, I'm right behind you."
Regina looked down at him for a moment, all wet and dirty and helping her.
He could have left her to die long ago, he was used to this, she wasn't, she was slowing them down. He should have just left her there, he was heartless after all. But he did no such thing. He hoisted her up before himself even. He-
Best, not think too much about this, it is an extreme situation in which people tend to act in strange ways. Regina reasoned with herself
Besides dearie, you took his heart! Do you even think he is able to nurture any kind of feeling for you?
She took a deep breath and pushed all her feelings down so she could focus on the task at hand, climb.
And climb she did, not that it was easy, the outlaw's assistance was much needed. But in the end they were both able to reach a large branch, it was rather large in width, not very long but rather robust, it could take their added weight. It was up about twenty feet from the ground and Regina watched alongside the thief as the pack of wolves passed the tree by. They took care not to make any noise, some of the wolves stopped to sniff at the tree trunk, some howled but after a few minutes they left and an uncomfortable silence, only broken by the sound of rainfall, descended upon them.
They both stood looking down for a few minutes but Regina was downright exhausted and did not know what time of day it was, - since it was still pouring down and the skies were dark – she gave a defeated sigh and broke the silence.
"Can we climb down now?" She did not even bother to try to maintain station over him; she was just too damn tired for that exhausting game of power they usually played.
"We cannot." He said, his voice also bland, no biting, no sarcasm, for which Regina was thankful.
"Why not?" Regina asked.
"Because even though the pack moved, they are still about these woods. And thanks to the trail you left-"
"I left no such thing" Regina interrupted him out of instinct.
"Yes you did. You left half your clothes on our way here." He explained in a plain voice, not bothered by the rise in her tone.
"Oh" was all she could muster to reply.
They fell silent for a few more minutes until it was the outlaw's turn to break the silence.
"Do you know why you can't use your powers?"
"I-" Regina started "During our early tracking I tried to think of an explanation but this has never happened to me before" she admitted slightly defeated.
"Oh" he gave her.
"But then I remembered that something different had happened today." She neared the truck and leaned her back against it thankful for the little comfort it offered. "The mermaids!"
"The mermaids?" He looked puzzled and took two steps in her direction standing in a close but respectful distance
"Yes! When you shot that mermaid-"
"I did not shoot a mermaid! I'm not retarded, you can't harm a sea creature next to the sea, any idiot knows that-"
"Ough, how thick is that skull of yours?" She asked, annoyed, crossing her arms "that red hair you shot in the gut was a mermaid, I gave her legs temporarily but she was in essence a mermaid."
"Shit!" He exclaimed, bringing both his hands to run through his hair.
"Shit indeed. You shot her and I pushed her back into the ocean, the ultimate offense, her blood stained the sea waters." Regina explained, "The mermaids did give a warning, something about skies closing, water pouring and powers being taken..."
"I do remember that faintly since you started howling at me almost immediately after my arrival."
"Do stop complaining for a second, will you?" Regina narrowed her eyes whilst looking at him "This is why I'm powerless, the rainwater is blocking my powers."
"So I guess we will have to wait for the rain to stop, for it would be suicide to climb down from this tree when the wolves know your smell so well." The outlaw concluded.
Her smell, not his. She reminded herself.
He could climb down that damned tree and go on his merry way, he was a forest man, and had lived in these conditions for years. And yet, there he was, with her, on top of a tree. He-
"How wonderful!" Regina commented, moving her weight from one feet to the other.
That movement proved to be rather painful and Regina winced when she felt a horrid sting on her right foot. The outlaw's gaze turned to her foot.
"Let me look at it" he stated simply.
"No." She replied, moving her foot away making it sting even more, she could not hold back a small cry of pain.
"Let me fucking look at it, stop being so difficult." He was dead serious and sounded rather annoyed.
"Fine" Regina lifted her foot.
"No, sit down" he gestured for her "rest your back on the trunk."
Glaring at him Regina did as he asked and sat on the wooden surface resting her aching back on the trunk and sighing in relief for the first time the whole day.
He crutched in front of her going on his knees and sitting on his feet as he reached for her harmed foot. He took it with a careful touch that Regina had thought him unable to possess, he inspected the foot and sighed.
"You have a pretty nasty shard of glass here, no idea how that got there." Regina looked at him biting her lower lip "I can take it off though. It will hurt but the pain will be dismissed once it's out."
Regina took a deep breath and replied.
"Do it."
Regina did not want to be weak, but had to give in and close her eyes when the stinging pain started building up. The outlaw was amazingly quick and in the next moment, the pain indeed diminished. Regina sighed against her will and felt the outlaw move in front of her.
Her legs ached; her feet were filled with cuts and bruises, her clothes beyond hope, her hair tangled on the once meticulous updo she had manufactured a few hours prior. Regina's hands went up to her hair to free it from the pins that persisted in holding about half of it up, the sight must have been horrid.
She opened her eyes to find he was now sitting on the trunk right in front of her, one leg stretched out and another bent so his foot touched the surface of the branch. Her foot rested in the middle of his legs. He took her harmed foot with care and laid it on the outstretched thigh, took a small bottle from inside his stachel and took the cork off with his teeth.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"The glass left a nasty cut, I'll have to disinfect it." he stated simply. "It's going to sting a lot, but it will cut the chances of it getting infected."
"What do you have in that bottle anyway?" she could not help it but ask, although she knew he was right.
He huffed and decided not to reply with words but with actions, pouring some of the amber liquid on her foot. It burned and Regina could not hold back the cry.
He reached for his shirt, and tore a piece of cloth from it without hesitation and proceeded to clean the wound with it. Regina watched him, as he pulled a bit more cloth and wrapped it about her foot, tightening it a bit. When he was done he placed her foot back on his thigh.
"I gather you never ran barefoot in the forest before" he asked.
"I think we both know the answer to that" Regina responded.
"Well-" he said in a slightly humored tone "-here's to first times," he started running his fingers absently on the skin near the ankle of her harmed foot. The touch was light but incredibly soothing, a bit of electricity ran about them.
"First and only time!" Regina replied, widening her eyes, "Remind me to never again push a bloodied mermaid inside sea waters," she snorted and quickly covered her mouth reprimanding herself for letting out such a noise. His amused eyes met hers and she snapped his way "That never happened."
"Oh, never!" His right hand was now drawing slow patterns on her leg.
His touch was gentle, his opened palm travelled up and down the back of her leg a few times. A warm feeling started bubbling on the pit of her stomach as both his hands caressed her outstretched leg, he had come closer to her somehow. They ran up and down the length of it and Regina had to close her eyes and rest her head on the trunk because the sensation was the best she had felt all day. After a few minutes, she decided to question him on something that had been nagging her.
"You like fucking me, hun outlaw?" She had uttered those words with her eyes still closed; she opened them to continue "Why?" she met his blue eyes with her own questioning set.
Regina had asked this very same question to all the man whom she had taken to her bed, all the man who had taken her with her consent, safe for Daniel – she had known why he had touched her intimately that fateful night they got engaged, he loved her. As for the other men, they could not have been more different from one another, but every single one of them had given her very similar responses. They had praised her appearance and told her how she was the fairest of all women. In empty but pretty words, they had told her that no one could ever match her beauty and that they had long longed to see all of her beauty bared. So Regina was very surprised to hear what the outlaw had to say on the subject.
"Because every time I touch you-" he ran one hand up her leg, reaching her knee and going a little further before continuing "-I'm hit by a sensation I have never felt before." His hand ran down her leg again, delicious zaps spreading from the areas his hand caressed, "Something I can hardly explain or describe."
He was looking down at her leg; his eyes accompanied the movement of his hand. Regina was quite stunned at his words, but before she could pounder on the words or respond, he continued
"And-" his hand slithered up her skin again but this time went further up and reached her private parts - the slit he had created assisting him immensely - he grazed his fingers about the fabric of her undergarments and Regina bit her bottom lip "-also because this feels as if it's been tailor made for my cock."
Regina's eyes widened with his last remark and a red-hot wave of lust took over her reason and state. No longer caring if she was bruised or tired or on the top of a tree, she grabbed a fist full of the thief's shirt and uttered a "Good answer" before she brought his mouth down to hers, kissing him hungrily.
He was very quick to respond, biting her lower lip before his tongue invaded her mouth, tasting like pure bliss and blood red lust. Regina opened her legs and pulled at his shirt more making him jump a little in order to get closer to her. He quickly situated himself in between her dirt grazed legs, sitting on his knees and started running both his hands along the length of her bent legs.
Regina slumped a little, bringing him down to her slightly, their mouths never disconnecting in a battle for power, for control over each other. An odd surge of strength invaded Regina's chest as she kissed her thief thoroughly. Her hands found their way to the back of his neck pulling him even closer, wanting to drink in as much of him as she could with her hungry mouth.
One of his hands travelled up her thigh and met her aching sex making a half electrifying contact – only half for she was wearing undergarments for a change. A soft moan escaped her lips and broke their long kiss when his experienced archer fingers played around with the fabric that separated them from her bud of nerves. Regina bit his lower lip – wanting to wipe away the smirk he had on them - when he continued to pressure that same spot which drew involuntary noises from the back of her throat.
But getting back at the thief for his smugness disappeared from Regina's mind when his fingers finally pushed the fabrics aside and she felt the skin on skin sensation. That zap, that absolute mystery and ridiculously pleasurable sensation she felt every single time their bare skin met.
Now it was his time to nibble on her lips and tease with his mouth, he hovered above her – by this point, she had slumped all the way down so her back was pressed to the large branch they shared – his lips close, but only teasing. Regina's only reactions were the bucking of her hips and the opening of her lips to release pleasure-filled moans as he worked her up with his fingers.
Regina's hands gripped the hard wood on the branch, her knuckles probably going white with the force she was using, the thief's touch was driving her insane. He had started gentle but intense, his thumb rubbing her bud all the right ways, his head just above her as she tried unsuccessfully to reach for his lips as he stared down at her drinking in every single reaction he drew from her.
He was enjoying it.
Enjoying it oh so very much, Regina could notice with the little that had been left of her perception by that point.
Regina wanted to take control, wanted to wipe that smug grin from his face, make him squeal and twitch under her touch. But when two rather experienced fingers found her entrance and he hooked them just the right way, Regina's ambitions in turning the tables became hazy and unimportant compared to the shrill of pleasure that dominated her body.
The moan that left Regina's mouth was loud, loud enough to apparently inflate the thief's ego even more which was transparent through his expression, an exasperated surprised moan leaving his lips. His fingers moved in and out of her and Regina closed her eyes and surrendered to his touch, hearing him whisper "So fucking wet" and "Fuck your majesty" whilst he drove her over the edge with his fingers.
Her back arched and Regina thrust her hips forward to meet his movements, which were steady and hard. But she wanted deeper, harder, faster, so she opened her eyes to look at his dark blue pools whispering "Deeper" in a slurry low tone. He bit his lower lip and stopped movements for a moment and Regina promptly raised one of her legs so the back of her knee was hooked to his shoulder and her entrance much more accessible.
She gave him a half smile as he stared down at her with a half amused half sexy smirk on his lips. He surprised her by turning his head to the side and placing a kiss to her knee, which she had just noticed was slightly scraped, before reaching for her entrance again with his two magical fingers and thrusting, hard. His other hand supported the weight of his body as he pumped into her again, fast, perfectly fast, and hard, grunting and moaning alongside her, apparently also being filled with pleasure due to the action between her legs.
His movements were very quick as Regina felt her orgasm reaching her, her hands had gone to grip to the actual tree trunk above her head, she scraped her nails almost painfully at the harsh surface as she reached her peak, releasing a scream as it washed over her body. At the next moment her legs were jelly and her heart felt as if it was going to come off her mouth, thumping strongly against her chest.
She heard him huff above her, removing his fingers from her aching core, and Regina opened her eyes just in time to catch him lowering his head to meet her sex and give her a generous provocative lick starting in her opening and ending on her bud, giving her a nice nip for good measure.
"Damn you" she said in between her clenched teeth in an unsuccessful attempt to sound under control. But the sensation had tripled in effect after her orgasm. And Regina knew he knew, that smug son of a bitch.
"Forgive me your majesty-," he said looking at her as she brought her hands to lift her back from the bark and sat.
He went to his knees only to sit back on the branch once again, one leg stretched out and the other bend, one of his arms coming to rest on the bent knee as he continued, "-but there's an extraordinary taste to submissive Queen and I could not resist but have a little bite."
Regina felt her cheeks burn and an animalistic growl sounded on the back at her throat when his words hit her. They were not mocking her for having surrendered for a few minutes but rather gloating on the fact that at those moments she had let him have control over her.
I told you the thief was making you weak, the impish voice mocked.
I am not weak, she uttered back at it.
It felt like heaven, did it not darling? Her sex drive told her, today she was a mess, looked exactly like Regina did at that moment, dirty and half naked, So who cares if you were weak or not?
He mocks you Regina, he thinks he has got control over you, the heartless Queen provoked her.
Maybe this is a good thing; this one was small and timid, in the back of Regina's mind, Regina- she felt as if the voice was whispering quietly in her ear, -you know this is different.
KILL HIM! The imp and the heartless Queen screamed muffling the timid voice.
NO! Do not kill him! He is the best sex you have ever had! The half-naked Queen whined.
"Your majesty?" The thief snapped her out of her internal hell waving one hand in front of her, trying to catch her attention. She blinked several times feeling her eyes had been wide open all this time and they were in desperate need of moisture.
"Are you quite alright?" he asked, her eyes focused back on him, the thief who made her feel weak.
Regina knew what she had to do. Knew to which voice she should listen to.
She pounced.
Her sight was red, she could barely see anything clearly now, only red, only fury.
She was abnormally quick for she was able to grab ahold of his neck and there was very little that the man could do to stop her. She felt anger, so much anger, at him, at herself, at those voices that tormented her as she squeezed his neck with brute force. His hands had come to reach for hers that were tightening around his neck, Regina had gotten to her knees to attack him and was now leaning forward.
I AM NOT WEAK, she roared to herself.
She held an almost maniacal stare with her working hands and it was only when she heard his strangled voice utter "Why-" did she look up to meet his gaze.
His eyes were blue and her grip loosened. His eyes were blue and through them the red color started to vanish. She stared at his blue eyes as everything went back to normal, the colors all back in place, Regina went back to herself letting out a puff of breath before crashing onto the outlaw's frame. He had brought his hands to her sides in order to steady her above him.
Her voice was small, she thought she was saying it only inside her head but the words came out of her mouth "I'm not weak" her forehead was resting on his chest, she took in his scent that was not the most agreeable thing about him at the moment.
"I never said that" she heard him respond and had to look up at him, his expression was bland, as if she had not just tried to strangle him at all.
She looked at him long and hard and studied his expression.
He really did not give a damn, did he?
"I don't agree with the word 'submissive' being paired up with my name" she finally spoke.
"I figured that out on my own, thank you very much" he responded.
Regina only huffed in reply to his snappy words.
"Look-" he said, "- I don't know what's cooking up in that crazy head of yours but I can tell you this-" he grabbed both her shoulders to stare down at her, "You're not weak. Weak is the very last word I would choose to use to describe you."
Regina could not believe her ears as his words reached them, she tilted her head a bit to the side and a small grin tugged her lips, after a moment she spoke.
"I'm glad."
"Glad for what?" he asked her, looking confused.
"Glad that you are as crazy as I am, normal people are just so easy to break" the grin turned into a full smirk.
He huffed a smile and brought one hand to his mouth for a second then ran it through his hair looking at her whilst he replied.
"Fucking hell, you're probably right-"
And with that she brought both her hands to his chest and pushed him down so now his back bit the harsh bark of the tree. He gave a small surprised yelp but still had a grin on his lips as she stranded his waist and leaned her head to near his and spoke in a low voice.
"I'm going to ride you until you lose your mind thief."
"What can I say?" he replied, "Being out of my mind does have its perks then" she noticed that his voice was a little croaky, no doubt thanks to her murderous tendencies.
Regina laughed at his comment, a real laugh. She pressed herself against him, he hissed in response bringing one of his hands to the slit on her skirt. Regina slapped it away before he could touch her bare skin again.
"You're paying for your tongue thief." she slurred.
"Ah, there's the evil Queen all people know and fear," he retorted immediately.
Regina was slightly taken aback by his choice of words but decided to take the comment lightly. She pressed the palm of her hand to his mouth and saying:
"I think you've done enough talking for now."
She rose to her knees, still with his sex between her legs and released his erection from his trousers in a matter of seconds; he was still hard, even though she had just tried to kill him.
"My, oh my! No blow can get you down apparently." She observed and he immediately opened his mouth to retort when her index finger shot to his lips and she continued, "Do shut up for a minute, will you? That was rhetorical."
The thief closed his mouth and put his hands up in the air in surrender and Regina smirked. The finger on his mouth started making its way down his body, passing by his throat and his still clad chest – why was Regina always the one to get naked first? – and finally reaching her destination, she took him in her hand.
He moaned long and hard as she stroked him lazily, but Regina was in no mood to give him anything without also being on the receiving end. She guided his head to her entrance and lowered herself into him, a sigh of pleasure leaving her lips. Regina rested her hands on his chest and could feel him groaning as she adjusted to his member.
It did not take long, he had been quite right when he said his cock seemed to be tailor made for her. As soon as Regina started moving the zaps became stronger, the more intense her movements, the more she could feel, that feeling that she could die right then, right at that spot and all would have been well. Which was ridiculous, but at that moment, this felt so true, so right.
She made good at her promise, moving hard and steady, riding him good, making his cock hit all the right points inside her. His hands gripped her hips, and although she remembered hazily about making him pay that did not seem to matter at the moment. It was not long before her ears captured the outlaw's groans and moans and felt his hands running about her arse and lower back.
They did not hear it.
How could they have possibly heard the wood finally giving away when they were both screaming their heads off in ecstasy? When the pair registered they were not flying due to the mind blowing sex they were having but due to the fact that they were indeed falling, there was little any of them could do but close their eyes and hold onto each other.
Regina waited for the pain, waited for eminent death at a very compromising position.
But it never came, suddenly the wind created by the fall stopped rushing through her ears and Regina felt the ground, the texture of dried leaves and dirt on her knees. She opened her eyes and she was alive. Alive and still straddling the thief who also happened to be alive beneath her, he groaned opening his eyes in a start.
"What the fuck happened?" he groaned.
What the fuck indeed!
"I think my powers are back," she said, trying to understand what had just happened.
She looked down at him and he regarded her for a beat before a snort left his mouth and they both surrendered to laughter. Pouring their guts out laughing at the ridiculousness of this situation. Regina let her body fall onto his whilst she chuckled against his chest, she could feel the vibrations of his laughter, they buzzed, even through the fabric of his shirt.
He managed to say in between chuckles, "I have a say at it,-" he brought one hand to her back and she rested her chin on his chest in order to look at him as he continued "- I don't think there would be a better way for me to go than fucking you."
Regina fisted her hands on his shirt and promptly laughed at his face loud and good. He also laughed, his eyes closed, small tears pooling at the side of his eyes.
As their laughter diminished and he reopened his eyes, his facial expressions shifted to one of complete surprise. He gasped looking around as if he was seeing something completely new. He turned his head to the side and fixated his stare at a small yellow flower next to his head. He picked up the flower gently, as if it was going to turn to dust.
"Is that for me?" Regina asked with a raised eyebrow. "Yellow is not really my color."
Her voice seemed to have snapped him out of the spell, he shook his head to look back at her, the flower tumbled from his grasp.
He snorted and gave her a dashing smile she could not help but reciprocate.
At that moment Regina felt something pull at her heart, something different, something new-
Unfortunately the moment was shortly lived for their noisy laughs had reached the ears of the enemies they tried so very hard to keep away from.
The howls started again and Regina wanted to fight but her body protested, she had drained most of her energy orgasming, climbing, attempt in murdering and fucking. She was so tired the thought of rising to her feet made her want to weep, her very last strings of energy having been disposed of at her laughter fit.
"I don't think I can transport us both to the inside of the castle. It's protected by heavy magic and I'm weary." She stated.
"I'll just track back by foot." He said simply, as if still under some sort of spell.
However tempting his offer sounded, Regina could not take it, not after all he had done for her, she would never admit it aloud but he had most probably saved her life that day quite a number of times. She huffed and rolled her eyes as both their bodies were surrounded by purple smoke.
When the smoke cleared away they were standing in the woods just outside her gates, Regina's legs ached, her feet still bare but she had never been so happy to look upon her once stone prison. After giving her castle a long look, she darted her gaze to the side to look upon the outlaw who had the most confused look on his face.
"Why did you do that?" he asked, puzzled, frowning his forehead.
"Because I wanted to thief." Regina bit back, she was willing to help but she would be damned if she were ever to confess that she did that out of sympathy "I'm the Queen and I can do as I please." She finished with a lifted eyebrow.
The frown had not left his features as he simply replied "Right."
"Now I have an urge for water and soap-" Regina stated, starting to walk towards the gates which opened for her "-feel free to be on your merry way to the river." She mussed, he gave her a sharp look, "Just, do try not to catch anything while you are at it, disease does not become me."
"Why you-" he started but then apparently decided against it, "Fine" and they made the rest of the way inside the castle in silence.
There were a few guards on duty but none of them even dared to move as Regina walked past them looking like she had just been to a party inside a twister. She had not bothered to set her appearance straight, for one she feared she did not possess the energy to do so, – the last enchantment she had used to bring them both back had drained her more than she wanted to admit- and second because she truly did not care of how her servants saw her.
They eventually reached a certain point where their paths towards slumber took them in different ways. The outlaw had halted just outside the corridor which Regina knew housed his chambers and she stopped to regard him one last time.
"Thank you" she said with a curt nod.
"Never happened" he reassured her, winking before they parted their ways.