so, originally i had planned to have them end up in storybrooke, but i've grown quite fond of them in the Enchanted Forest. however, i think them in Storybrooke would also be a fun thing to explore with this AU history...would you all still want to see that or do you prefer this enchanted forest version of EC? i like both ideas and can't decide, so i thought i'd ask you. please let me know! xxx
"Daviiiid."
Regina's voice felt foreign to her own ears, heart thumping wildly in her chest as she gripped the headboard with white knuckles. She whimpered and clamped her eyes shut as her head fell forward between her outstretched. It was too much.
She felt his deep groan reverberate between her thighs and her stomach tensed, gasp escaping her lips. Her thighs quivered against the sides of his head, feeling his hands running up the sides of them and over the rounds of her ass. His tongue was doing a quick, delicious swirl over her clit, driving her higher and higher as she struggled to keep herself in place over his mouth.
She opened her eyes to glance down quickly when she felt his tongue stop and his lips curl against her, a heavy breath escaping her. "What's wrong?"
David gave her a grin, half of his mouth hidden by her sex and the realization of their position made her cheeks flush red, "You're holding back. You can move if you want to," He kissed her thigh, making her shiver as he curled his hands over the tops of her thighs and made her sit on his mouth more firmly.
"Oh!" She gasped loudly, feeling the stubble of his chin against her opening, nose brushing her slit and tongue flattening over her clit once more, "It's so...oh..." Her hips jerked when he started to nibble at her bundle of nerves, causing her to grind down on him and let out a moan.
Days. They had been holed up for days since she'd regained her memories. Talking, making love, taking small breaks to go eat meals with their family before returning back to their chamber to make up for lost time. Granny had joked that they were obsessed with each other, but they both knew that the statement wasn't far from the truth. Their hands were constantly on each other, eyes searching for one another's presence if they weren't nearby. It was glorious.
"Mmm, I have missed the taste of you," David paused his ministrations to mumble before returning his attention to her clit, hands massaging her ass where he kept her sitting on him.
She'd been shocked when he'd picked her up from straddling his abdomen and moved her up his body. The position had never occurred to her and it made her nervous at first, insecurity creeping up in her at how to react. But it felt so good, the eroticism of being so open to him making her stomach begin to coil tightly.
"Regina," She heard him say a little more firmly against her, "You're still not giving into what you want," He chided and he was gazing up at her from between her thighs when she glanced down at him. "Stop thinking so much. Just feel it."
She bit down on her lip, taking a shaky breath before nodding determinedly. A groan escaped her when he went back to suckling at her clit and her fingers tensed where they gripped the headboard. Her knees pressed firmly into the bed on each side of his head as she began to rock forward gently, hearing him mmm in encouragement. The pleasure was sinful, she was sure of it. The position held all of the perks of him going down on her but she was in better control of the friction, able to roll her hips at her own pace as his tongue teased her.
"You're so good at this," She confessed with a whimper, using her grip of the headboard for leverage as she began to rock herself back and forth on his mouth. The warm wetness of his tongue against her clit, his nose brushing her folds, square chin grazing her sex, had her hips jerking in an anxious manner to ride his face harder.
"Mmm," He groaned deeply into her sex, sending little jolts of electricity through her abdomen. "You've got me so stiff."
Her breath caught in her throat at the thought of him taking her, one of her hands coming down to thread through his hair as she moaned and rolled her hips with more force. His hands slid from her ass, caressing up her sides and cupping her breasts, fingers teasing and plucking her nipples. She lost what little control she had left, starting to ride his mouth in earnest, choked moans and cries spilling form her lips.
"Uhhhhn...Dav-id," She choked, grip tightening on the headboard as her body threatened to curl into itself with the pleasure. Her orgasm approached her rapidly and she ground herself on his tongue, keening at the constant friction against her clit. The rolling of her hips was quickly drawing the pleasure to her center and she felt her abdomen quickly grow tense.
His fingers gripped her ass once again to guide her when her hips became uncoordinated and she struggled to keep her tempo on her ascent. He dug his fingers into her flesh, keeping her firmly on his mouth and she cried out as she rocked forward and backward greedily now. A high pitched moan ripped from her throat when she reached her peak, the hand in his hair coming back up to grip the headboard for more support as she writhed over him. Whimpers fell from her lips as she twitched and leaned forward to rest her head against the back of her hands, gasping for breath.
She came to when he picked her up by her hips, pulling her down the bed and underneath him in one swift roll over. Her head fell back and she moaned at the way he was able to handle her with ease, feeling his large frame settle over her own petite one. When she opened her eyes he was smirking down at her intently, pumping himself with his free hand, the other pressing into the mattress beside her head, keeping himself from crushing her with his weight.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" His voice was a few octaves lower and it stirred something in her belly that was still experiencing spasms from her first orgasm. She sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth as she bent her legs at the knees, caressing her feet up over his sides and down his lower back, effectively pulling him closer to her and locking her thighs around his sides.
"I think I do," She lifted her head and began to kiss at his neck and over his shoulders, hearing him groan in appreciation. He was rubbing his tip against her, pushing it through her folds at an achingly slow pace before rubbing it over her entire sex, spreading her arousal. Her fingers curled over his shoulders, fingernails scratching the skin lightly, "If yesterday in the library was any indication."
"Hmm," He smirked near her ear, the breath making her hair tickle it as he began to push himself inside of her, "I told you, every room in the castle."
"Ahh," Her lips parted and her face fell from his neck to the bed, opening her eyes to gaze up at him as he filled her. She managed a smile once he'd sank into her all of the way and held still to let her adjust, "I love you," She declared breathlessly as she ran a hand up his neck and the side of his face, brushing a thumb over the stubble of his jaw before carding her fingers in his hair.
He gave her a warm smile then and leaned down to kiss her hungrily, "Lo..ve... you...more," He murmured in between tongue kisses, making her moan in response when he began to rock his himself into her. His cock was deliciously hard and thick, stretching her but not painfully so. He withdrew it just slightly before slowly pumping into her heat again, hitting her deeply. She loved how he knew exactly the way she liked to be taken, he was so aware of her body, more so than she was at times.
"I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you," He groaned against her lips, breaking their kiss as he pressed his forehead to hers. A little bit of doubt bloomed in her at the words but she pushed it down, instead focusing on her fingers exploring his back, feeling the muscles working underneath them. Her legs clamped around his back as she curled her lower half up to meet his movements, heat pooling in her belly in a slow burn. She'd found that after the first one, her following orgasms were easier to achieve for her body was already humming with pleasure.
"Mmm, fuck Regina, you're so wet for me," He said gruffly and she could feel the need in his voice, "I love how easily you take me."
She moaned and tilted her chin up so she could nip his bottom lip, "Harder," She beckoned him, knowing he wanted to, as did she. The moderate pace they were achieving was making her ache with how aroused she was, to the point she almost felt like squirming away from the penetration. She needed it to be rougher, needed him to thrust past her over-sensitivity.
David let out a groan as his head fell to the side of hers and he jerked his hips into her once, evoking a cry from her lips. She hissed down his ear, fingernails digging into the dip in his back as he did it again and again and again. She clung to him, pulling him tighter, pressing her heels into his lower back, legs clenching and pulling him deeper.
"Like that!" Her voice rasped and her back arched, rolling her hips up to his firm thrust before she exploded, body tensing and jerking underneath him. David growled and expelled a breath against her ear as he slipped from her quickly, his hot seed coating her inner thigh, trickling over her skin to mix with her own arousal.
He rolled off of her body and fell onto his back on the bed beside her, reaching out to take her hand into his own and placing it on his chest. She turned her head and gave him a smile, seeing him glance her way and do the same before threading his fingers through hers and pulling her hand up to kiss her knuckles.
"I'm so glad you've come back to me," He murmured, staring at her for a moment before turning his gaze towards the ceiling. She felt the rise and fall of his chest, the thump of his heart under her hand, and she smiled to herself as she watched him. He was so handsome, so honest, so good. And he was hers.
"Me too," She sighed and turned her own gaze to the high, intricate ceiling of the bed chamber. The canopy over the posts was somewhat sheer, creating a bit of privacy for them but allowing her to see through it to the carefully carved wood and stone above them. "I'm afraid we should probably show ourselves for more than meals soon, though," A grin graced her lips, "Granny is deviling me incessantly about it anytime she sees me."
"Hm, I'm sure my council is wondering what in the hell happened to me," David chuckled under his breath, "I did speak with Red, though. She's going to start training Emma again."
"Really?" Regina smiled warmly, rolling onto her side to scoot a little closer towards him when her body cooled and she felt the chill of the air.
"Yeah," He sighed with a smile, draping an arm over her side and cuddling her to him, "Do you think I'm making the right choice?"
"You're letting her be who she is and do what makes her happy," She tilted her head back to look into his eyes, "Of course you are. I wish my parents had done that for me."
"Do you think you'll hear from your mother again?" He looked at her with curious eyes and she appreciated the fact that there was no trace of judgement or malice in his expression at the mention of her mother. It made her feel safe to talk to him about it. "Do you want to?"
"I..." Regina pressed her lips together and shifted her eyes from his. Her mother was the most complicated relationship in her life and she hated how conflicted it made her feel, "I don't know if she'll ever reach out...but a part of me...can't help but...hope some day she comes around," She smiles weakly, "It's foolish, I know. But I always had this fantasy that she'd change and she'd begin to see me as a my own person...and that she'd love me for who I am, even if she didn't have a say in it..."
David's hand ran over her hair gently and he returned her weak smile, "It's not foolish, she's your mother. No matter what your parents do to you, you'll always love them and want their acceptance."
She gave a small nod and bit down on her bottom lip in an attempt to keep the tears welling from spilling down her cheeks when she shifted her gaze back to his, "Granny has been so loving towards me I...I realized how things should be between my mother and I...before I had my memories back she was warm and caring...it made me feel like a child how much I wanted her comfort..."
Her husband gazed back at her with an expression full of compassion and understanding, making it hard for her to meet his gaze without crying, "My father used to come home drunk and beat my mother, beat me when I tried to get in the way of it. But the odd occasion that he was sober he was the best husband and father we could've asked for. I knew I should've hated him for how he treated us. I felt like wanting my father's acceptance was betraying my mother."
Regina saw the pain etched in his expression at the memory, prompting her to reach her hand up and run her fingers over his jaw, "And your mother? What was she like?"
He smiled through glossy eyes at her with the mention of his mother, "The most tender-hearted person I'd ever known until I met you. She was soft spoken but warm. Your temperament reminds me a lot of her, but she didn't have your backbone, or she never found it when it came to my father. I can't really hold that against her...When you spend so many years being abused by someone like that you begin to believe you deserve it, I guess."
She felt his fingers graze over the small of her back affectionately as he spoke and she nodded in understanding. It warmed her heart to know he felt she was similar to a woman who was so near to his heart, while it broke her heart to know he had to watch his mother go through what she had "You do...My mother always made me feel like I was never enough. She only showed me her approval when I would do what she wanted and if I didn't there would be dire consequences and..." Her breath hitched, voice cracking with a wave of emotion.
"And?" He prodded her gently, flattening his hand over her back and rubbing it in soothing circles.
"My father..he..he never stood up to her for me," She averted her gaze, brows furrowing as she frowned, "I know he wasn't...wasn't strong enough to win in an argument against her..but he never even tried and it made me feel like...I wasn't good enough for my mother to love or my father to stand up for. No one ever...protected me. I never had that until..y-" She swallowed hard at the lump in her throat, looking back up to his blue depths, "..you."
"I know he loves you," David nodded in understanding, "But I do wish he'd been stronger for you. You deserve to be loved for who you are and protected and so much more, Regina."
She smiled weakly, her throat threatening to close off with emotion, "I didn't know your mother but I do know she'd be so proud of the man you are."
"Thank you," He murmured, pressing his forehead to hers and bringing his hand up to brush a tear from her cheek, "I do know your mother, and while I hate what she's done to you, I'm so grateful it brought you to me."
"Me too."
"You have no idea how glad I am that you're back to normal," Red declared with wide eyes from her seat on the edge of Regina's work table in her tower, legs dangling over the edge in a childlike manner, "He's been a mess."
"He looks thinner," Regina glanced up at her friend as she flicked through one of her magic books. She and Ruby had decided at breakfast that they'd spend the day picking up where they left off in trying to find something to help her at night. David had went to discuss some usual activity in the north woods of the realm with his council and the knighthood, leaving her free for the day. While she would miss him, she didn't mind. She was eager to get back to her magic and helping Ruby. It gave her purpose.
"Mhm, he didn't eat," She sighed, "He just drank. I can't tell you how many times I had to help him to his old chamber. So glad that's over," Red smirked and rolled her eyes, causing Regina to chuckle and bite her bottom lip.
"I'm not saying I'm happy he was so miserable but..." Regina glanced back down to her magic book on the table in hesitation, "No one has ever been that bothered by my absence..."
It saddened and warmed her to think of David's despair. Had anyone loved her that much? Her mother had treated her like a prized race horse her entire life, training and preparing her to be sold off to the highest bidder. Her father had allowed it, not valuing her enough to have the courage to defend his daughter against her mother. Daniel had loved her, but their time together was stolen kisses during hour long riding lessons. They were so young and innocent and naive in their love, neither having experienced enough of life or life together.
While Daniel would always remain her first love and special in his own right, David had seen her at her worst. He'd been a friend to her. He'd proven himself to her. He'd nearly fallen apart in her absence. Her husband had lived life and experienced love, loss and heartbreak. He understood the dark period she went through because he'd been there himself. It somehow made what they had deeper and more meaningful to her. She could get lost in his love, could let it swallow her whole if she wasn't careful.
"David really loves you," Red pulled her from her thoughts and Regina found her smiling at her when she lifted her gaze. "I sure am glad you two decided to leave your room, too. Granny and I were starting to worry you all were going to starve yourselves or die of thirst, one."
Regina grinned and rolled her eyes, "Here, make yourself useful," She said as she handed over the book for Red to prop open in her lap so she could reference it as she mixed the ingredients for the potion.
"Did David tell you I'm going to start giving Emma lessons again?" Red perked up with a smile, holding the book dutifully for the Queen.
"He did, I'm glad he came around," Regina smiled with a glance at her friend before concentrating on putting a few drops of oil into the bottle, "Emma will be so happy. Her birthday is coming soon. I'm thinking I will have special armor and clothing made for her. You can't ride horses and fence properly in a dress, after all."
"She'll love that so much. I'm glad you two get along so well. She's missing you, though, I can tell. I think she's dying for some attention from you but doesn't want to ask you for it," Red chuckled, "Since you and the King have been a little preoccupied."
"Really?" Regina set her glass vial down on the table in front of her with a smile before flipping a page in the book Ruby held, "Now I feel guilty...I'll have to plan something special for us. What time will your lesson be over?"
"It's about time, Princess."
Emma startled on her way into her bed chamber later that evening, seeing the Queen sitting in her bed with a cheerful smile. It puzzled her until she glanced around to see a small picnic spread out on the bed. A tray of snacks, books and a small bottle of wine cluttered her bedspread and the nightstands beside it. The Queen was dressed in her nightgown and had apparently made herself at home in her room.
"What are you doing?" She asked her with a confused smile, biting down on her bottom lip. She'd missed her step-mother desperately while she'd lost her memories, but she knew her father had been distraught. Since Regina had returned to normal, Emma had tried to give them space, seeing how oblivious they were to anything but each other.
"I thought we'd have a sleepover," Regina shrugged, reaching out for a piece of cheese and popping it in her mouth, smiling with her mouth closed as she chewed and swallowed, "I've missed you...Tell anyone and it's your head, though."
Emma laughed, propping her sword in the corner near her dresser, "I've missed you, too," She admitted, kicking off her shoes on her way over to the bed, "What about father, though? Won't he be looking for you?"
"Please," Regina scoffed and rolled her eyes with a laugh as Emma, "I sent he and Ruby to the stables with a deck of cards and some ale. He'll be fine without me for one night," She grinned.
Emma tried not to beam, biting down on her lip, "Let me go change into my nightgown."
"Hurry up," Her step mother teased.
When she came back from her bath chamber the Queen was pouring them a goblet of wine with a mischievous expression, "Not a word of this to your father, you got it?"
She couldn't help but laugh as she made her way over to the bed and plopped down beside her, taking the goblet, "Got it."
"So how was your lesson? Tell me everything," Regina asked and Emma basked in the attention, feeling her step-mother was actually interested. The only female attention she'd had was Ruby and Granny, and while she loved them both, she enjoyed the odd combination of friend and motherly figure she had in Regina.
"Amazing. Ruby knows so much about sword fighting. Today we even used real swords," She knew she was talking animatedly but Regina smiled warmly, no hint of judgement, "She said after I got good at it she would teach me with horses. We even trained in the courtyard where the new knights are being trained."
"That sounds exciting," The Queen smiled and propped a few pillows up against the headboard to lean on.
"Yeah, it was. I get along with most of them," Emma rambled with a roll of her eyes, "Except this one. Neal I think is his name. He's obnoxious, thinks he'll be better at fighting than me because I'm a girl."
"All the more reason to prove him wrong," Regina perked an eyebrow with a smirk, "I know you can do it."
"Oh, I will," She grinned and reveled in the way her step-mother laughed at her, "I'll show him."
"Is he cute?" Regina bit down on her bottom lip to suppress a grin at the way her step daughter talked about the boy. She'd found Daniel irritating at first with the way he treated her, like she was fragile and incapable of being a real horse rider because she was a woman. The frustration with each other had slowly become laced with flirtation, their first kiss even happening after a quarrel between them.
"No," Emma replied quickly, taking a gulp of her wine, "Well...I don't know. Maybe, if he wasn't such an ass."
"How old is he?" Her step-mother asked with a hint of concern in her voice.
"Almost sixteen, I think. Usually they train until they turn sixteen, then they're inducted," Emma shrugged.
Regina relaxed, considering the age difference appropriate for an adolescent crush. Emma would be fourteen in just a few weeks and in a year or so would probably be at the age where she'd find interest in fliration. "Well, maybe you'll end up friends," She shrugged with a smile.
"I seriously doubt that."
She laughed again at her step-daughter, "I think it's brave what you're doing, Emma. Most girls your age are worrying about what dress they'll wear to a ball and dying to settle down and find a prince. I like that you don't care, it reminds me of myself at your age."
"Really?"
"Is that so hard to believe?"
"Well, you're just so happy with my father," Emma chuckled, "I know he wasn't who you wanted to marry but, you wanted to get married to someone..you wanted to settle down."
Regina grinned, "All I wanted to do at your age was ride horses and go on adventures when I could get away from my mother. She was constantly bringing suitors around during my teen years and would be livid when I didn't find interest in any of them. I wasn't interested in any boy until Daniel, but even then I was only interested because we rode horses and argued and it was exciting. I wasn't always this boring, you know," She rolled her eyes playfully.
"I don't think you're boring," Emma smiled back at her, "You can ride better than most men I know. And you bring out a playful side to my dad I haven't seen since I was younger. Like when we play jokes on him," She grinned, "You're just more feminine than I am, you fit the role of Queen really well. You're always made up and wearing pretty dresses and I'm," She nodded towards her sword in the corner, "Getting mud up to my knees and sweaty."
"There's nothing wrong with that," the Queen chuckled and shrugged, "The important thing is we can be ourselves. Right?"
"Right," She let out a breath and looked at her more timidly, the kindness from the woman in front of her bringing up the guilt inside of her. She hadn't meant to, but she'd put the Queen through so much in the past couple of months, "Regina...are you really not mad at me for what I did? Running into the forest like that and getting hurt? I feel so bad for what I put you through..."
"Emma I did the same thing when I was your age," She frowned seriously, reaching out to cover her hand with her own, "I understand what it's like to feel confused and trapped and just want to get away. But next time just come and talk to me, okay? I promise I won't run and tell everything you've said to your father. If anything I will only try to help him understand where you're coming from. You can trust me."
Emma nodded in understanding, not remembering a time she'd been so happy since her mother had died. She hadn't had what Regina was giving her before, not during her teens, and it was an overwhelming feeling to have a motherly confidant. Everything suddenly felt lighter, the castle having been so solemn and lifeless until Regina appeared, breathing life back into her family. "I'm really glad you're here, Regina."
The Queen must've sensed her struggle to control her emotions and that she wasn't the type of person who was comfortable with openly showing them. She spoke up then teasingly, effectively lightening the mood, giving Emma exactly what she needed in the moment, "You're okay too, I guess."