4. Gluttony.

Her cell phone buzzing beside her, she opened one eye and glanced at the clock beside her bed. It said that it was only three in the morning, she reached blindly for her cellphone. She pushed the button and stifled a yawn as she answered.

"Hello?"

"Miss Mills?"

"Yes."

"This is Barney from the rabbit hole bar, we have a friend of yours here."

"I doubt it," She said with a yawn.

"Look, we didn't know who else to call. You used to be the mayor and we figured we'd try you rather than bother the charmings."

"Who is it?"

"Mr. Gold."

"Alright, I'll be there."

She shut off her cell and tossed it back onto the bedside table, then she sat up and rubbed her eyes. It was three in the morning damn it, she should still be sleeping. She slid from the comfort of her bed and changed from her pajamas into a pair of jeans and a button up blue top. She pulled on her black blazer and heels out of a habit, just because she wasn't mayor anymore didn't mean she should let herself go. It was chilly outside and she'd just reached her car when she realized she'd left her cell phone inside, she debated going back for it then changed her mind.

She pulled up in front of the bar a few minutes later and saw Golds car sitting a few spots away from where she had parked. She shut off her own car and walked into the bar, the music was low and the large bar was smoke filled. She saw him across the bar downing a drink.

She walked across the bar aware of the stares she received from the other men in the bar, don't show them it bothers you. That's what Rumplestiltskin had taught her, if she cowered and let them see her intimidated they'd use it to their advantage. She kept her stride confident and her head up as she closed in on her mentor.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Getting drunk, what's it look like?" He replied snidely.

He turned on the stool to face her and swayed slight to the left. She reacted instantly catching his shoulders and steadying him.

"How long have you been here?" She asked.

"I don't know, I lost count a few drinks ago." He glanced at his bare wrist as if checking a watched, that wasn't really there.

"Okay, I think you've had enough."

"I want more than enough, Barney? I'll have another."

"No, Barney! No more drinks," Regina argued.

The bartender looked back forth between the two of them. Rumplestiltskin swaying on his stool and Regina trying to hold him steady.

"I want another drink, I'm an adult damn it."

With a shrug Barney refilled a glass and set it in front of the already drunk man. Gold reached for it and with a wave of her hand Regina sent the glass sliding down the bar and off the other end before he could pick it up.

"Bloody hell, I'm not paying for that." Gold complained.

"Come on. It's late, I want to go to bed."

"Oh, I like the sound of that."

He slid off the stool and drunkenly staggered around, she braced an arm around him. Supporting most of his weight.

"Come on, walk."

He stumbled along beside her towards the door, the men that she had passed earlier watching them openly. She kept her concentration on trying to keep him upright and moving.

"Hey, someone has to pay his bill!" Barney called.

"Sit here," She said. She directed him to a chair and helped him into it before going back to the bar. She found a fifty in her pocket and tossed it onto the bar. She was making her way back to him when one of the men in the bar caught her arm.

"Where you running off too?" He asked.

"I really don't have the time for this," She replied, trying to pull her arm free.

"He's old enough to be your father sweetheart, why don't you try a real one?"

"Maybe I will, if you see any around, will you let me know?"

She tried again to free her arm, the large man gripped her tighter and pulled her closer. She had to brace her free arm on his chest to keep her body from making contact with his.

"Let your old friend find his own way home, stay awhile."

"No."

"Come on, I'll make it worth it." His hand moved to grope her backside.

"Let go of me, now."

She could feel the power rising up inside of her. She didn't want a scene, didn't want the mess and mayhem that would come from using her powers here but she would if she had too. The ogre of a man used his grip on her behind to hold her in place as he dipped his head for a kiss, she pulled her face away. A second before his lips could touch her a surge of power threw him bodily away from her and across the bar. He hit the floor unconscious and she was nearly knocked to her knees by the wave of electricity. She turned to see the dark one, standing crookedly, behind her. His hands twitched at his side and she could still feel the power surging from him.

"Are you done playing with the locals?" He asked.

"Let's go," She turned and helped him out of the bar without looking back.

He eased into her passenger seat and she rushed to the other side, unsure if anyone would follow them or if they'd be too scared by what they'd witnessed. When they were moving down the road she looked over at him and spoke.

"That back there, what you just did, could have gotten us both arrested."

"By whom?"

"Anyone who wanted to press charges, you could have hurt that man."

"I could feel the energy pouring off of you, it was only a matter of time before you did it yourself."

Okay, he had her there. She was getting ready to smite the man just seconds before he intervened, in the long run they would have been in this position either way. She pulled up in front of his house and turned to him again.

"Do you need help getting inside?"

"Are you offering to come in and help me...slip into something more comfortable?" He grinned.

Her heart skipped and she felt herself flush, as intimate as their relationship was it'd never been that kind of intimacy. As a younger pupil she'd wanted it to be, but she wasn't young anymore. She was a grown woman and a simple line shouldn't make her knees quiver. Besides, he was drunk not serious.

"No," She managed.

"You sure?"

"You're drunk."

"So? I'm still a man and you've always been a beautiful woman."

"I think you've sobered up enough to get in the house yourself."

"You can still come with me, feel a warm body next to you. Hear another person breathe, feel someones skin. Tell me you don't miss that."

"Goodnight," She said, pushing the thoughts in her mind away.

She did want that, had always wanted exactly that. It'd been months since Robin left and she'd been celibate ever since. What she wouldn't give to feel human, and feel wanted for just one night. Not with him though, not like this.

"Last chance," he opened his door.

"Tomorrow when you're sober, you'll be glad I said no."

"It's not tomorrow yet."

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight, your majesty."

He climbed from her car and she let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. She watched him sway as he moved up the sidewalk into the dark house. No doubt tomorrow he'd have a nasty hangover, and a long walk back to his car. His offer was tempting though, years of wanting him left it even more tempting. But, she wasn't a consolation prize.

She drove to her own house and closed the door locking it behind her, the clock now read past four and she was going to be exhausted come tomorrow. She dragged herself to her bedroom and stripped to her panties before pulling on her pajama top and crawling into her bed.

It was cold and empty and once again his offer flashed in her mind, images of their bodies entwined on wrinkled sheets accompanied it. She was lonely, that was a fact. Maybe, she'd get a dog in the morning but she wouldn't lower herself to going back there and begging him to have his way with her.

She fell into a sleep that was haunted all night by images that her subconscious begged her not to think of. Dark images of when they would work magic side by side, images of gold skin pressed against her pale body and the man whose name brought her to the edge, Rumplestiltskin.