for the inspired by oq week. set in the iridescence verse. missing year.
Evanescence
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She isn't bare – she never is, for these quick meetings they have sometimes, and he rater appreciates it. She is not ready, Regina, even though he'd love it, not ready to bare her soul to him, so they pretend. He just opens his pants and she climbs atop of him, that flimsy nightgown made of veils runs through his finger as he presses his hands against her back.
She devours him, made frantic by the herbs they've both inhaled, and is it forced if no one of them is in condition to say no? If they've given up and stopped fighting to stay apart, because when he knocked at her door tonight, looking for lifting up her spirits, he wouldn't have imagined – oh but she's a wonder, she's just – so much, her hair tickling his skin and her sinking down on him, her fingers pressed on his neck, her kisses intoxicating, more, more than the drugs she accepted from his reluctant hands.
"Make me forget," she has whispered, but now, he finds he doesn't want to, he wants to embed every single moment in his memory – her perfume, her touches, and the way she pushes her lips against his neck and sucks.
"Regina," he pants, but she whimpers, the slight pressure of her teeth against his skin.
"Robin," she answers in kind, oh how does that sound, his name on her lips tasting like blood and roses, he doesn't want it to end ever, please don't – please let it be real and let her be as sure as he is. Regina kisses him gently, now, why he ignores, but he savors her lips, doesn't give anything for granted. She speaks again, and maybe he spies a tear dripping down from her skin to his.
"Please don't give up on me," she murmurs, her forehead falling against his, "please wait a bit longer… for me…"
His answers, Of course, all the time you need, and I'll never give up on you, they die on his lips as soon as his eyes open.
Reality washes over him like a splash of cold rain, and he sighs. He doesn't know, nor does imagine that in the same moment, Regina lies in her bed, and thinks of him with an equal intensity.
