I stared down the shimmering opening of the barrel, the woman holding it staring deeply into my soul, tearing through my inhibitions, filling my body with a wild mixture of emotions.
Her chest moved calmly under her slowed breath, lips slightly parted in prowess.
I moved towards the neatly laid out bed- certain that I hadn't left it so tidily.
Our eyes remained fixed on one another's as she half-led half-followed me to the sheets.
Pressing the jarring metal into the bridge of my nose she pushed me slowly to sit on the edge, holding it painfully against my bone as she towered above me.
I shivered, my eyes shutting themselves at the warmth of the raven eyed goddess positioning herself between my legs,
my own breath growing course; a concoction of lust and fear flowing through my veins.
Click
My eyes flew open, the depths of Regina's still sternly penetrating into mine.
Had she just taken the safety off?
My thoughts attempted to push aside all its current madness in an attempt to remember if my gun was loaded or not- StoryBrooke wasn't really a town where I would need to carry a loaded gun around, but something tells me that I had dropped a couple of bullets inside just in case a situation had arisen- although this wasn't exactly the situation I had had in mind.
Regina lowered herself, her face coming down level with the firearm, the tip of her nose tickling against my cheek.
My body convulsed at the sudden closeness, rapidly heating up as her free hand gripped harshly into my thigh to hold herself in place.
The ebony voids of the older woman's eyes transfixing me with their perfection.
She lowered the barrel, rolling it mockingly over the tip of my nose and down across my lips, limp in their astonishment.
She examined the details of my expression, absorbing the near fear but ultimate lust emanating from my flesh.
Tenderly, she guided the metal painfully slow beneath my chin and down across my collarbone.
She watched as my skin trembled beneath the dangerous object.
Reverting her eyes back to mine, her pupils were so dilated and untamed. I looked back and forth between them, so solid in their beauty.
She pushed the barrel into my sternum, leading me to lay flat onto my back, as she followed; lifting her knees either side of my ribs.
She sat majestically above me, the weapon pointed decisively into my chest.
Lifting up her free hand she hovered her willowy fingers over her own, finding and unfastening the next button on her shirt.
Sweat began to absorb into my clothes, my legs becoming unbearably hot.
She unfastened the next... and the next... all the time emitting her animalistic presence.
As the last button came undone, exposing her flawlessly toned stomach, and the tempting lines of her hips; my breath caught in my throat, desperate to hold back my hands from running themselves across the tantalising flesh.
She leaned in, gun pressed firmly into my chest, trapping it firmly between us both. She glared sternly into my eyes;
"Stay." She commands.
Slowly, she pushed herself up, releasing the metal from my bone.
The release soothing, but my body craved for more contact as she stood up beside the bed, placing the gun on the bedside table and turning back to face me, the red lace of her bra visible through the open space of her shirt, which she widened and slid off over her shoulder with a practised ease.
My legs were uncomfortably warm, my hands clammy and gripping into the sheet. I tore my eyes away, unable to watch as she undressed the remainder of her clothing down to her underwear, retaining her stilettos.
She crawled back atop me, her breasts brushing up my stomach and onto my own as she rose, her face positioning itself against mine in its earlier position.
She rolled her eyes down my body, running her hand up my thigh and sliding it firmly inside my vest, her soft flesh connecting with mine, sending yet another invigorated shiver through my entirety. She smirked at the reaction, and pushed her hand up further, reaching the barrier beneath my breasts.
Pushing her fingers quickly beneath the frame of my bra she grasped me possessively, the certainty of ownership glimmering within the thin line of colour in her eyes.
My head rolled aside, face quickly blushing as she began moving her hand densely across my breasts.
She placed her weight onto my chest, lifting her remaining hand up to turn my head back to its original position, the weight of her body pressing hard into my ribs.
Releasing her weight, her free hand landed heavily beside my ear and she pulled her hand out from beneath the fabric, just as quickly pushing it up over my chest with my vest; exposing me to her.
She sighed what I can only presume was a sigh of content and examined my body once more, spread out beneath her; totally hers to do with what she wants.
She ran her hand forcibly down my chest, onto my stomach, then tenderly played with the line of my jeans, touching at the twitching skin beneath.
She threw me a devilish grin, my cheeks bright red and full of heat, she clasped the hand previously held beside my head forcefully across my mouth, the movement pushing a small moan to escape my throat.
Her hand slipped into my jeans, easily finding access to my underwear and cupping fast against my wetness.
She pushed herself quickly into me, her other hand forcing my head not to throw itself aside as I let out a muffled cry into her palm, my body throbbing and rippling beneath her.
She quickened her pace, her weight voiding me of any movement, my throat becoming raw with passion as she hit harder and deeper inside.
I felt myself coming undone, and hopelessly tried to hold back, not wanting Regina to stop.
I let out a final tiresome moan and my body shook beneath her, my legs refusing to remain still. She stayed within me, my wetness enveloping her hand.
She didn't look up at me, only closed her eyes, and pushed her lips against the back of her hand, as it remained pressed over my mouth.
Removing herself gently she backed off, standing and collecting her clothes.
I lay, my body weak and flimsy, empty of all its previous energy.
She dressed herself and turned to examine my frail body one last time, before exiting my bedroom without saying a word,
as I had become accustomed to.