7. Lust.

He sat across the long table staring her down, once again he and Regina were at odds. He sometimes thought he hated her, but lately things were changing. He was noticing things he hadn't before, he must be sick. That would explain it all. It would explain why he couldn't breathe when she leaned over the table to curse him out, oh and she always did.

She'd lean over that table with her hands braced and stare him down, with a shirt or dress that was undone two buttons to far, revealing her creamy smooth skin. Her skirt that was already barely decent would ride up another inch and he'd itch to slide his hands under it, her black pantie hose begging to be tore off with his teeth. He had to be sick, Rumplestiltskin did not want Regina Mills.

"You are completely idiotic!" She yelled at him, from her place hands braced leaning over the table.

"And you're delusional," He replied calmly.

"Guys! Let's keep the name calling to a minimum." Emma called out.

"SHUT UP!" They both barked at her at once.

Gold stood from his seat, copying Reginas pose so the two could lean across the table. Just inches separating them.

"I swear to God Regina, one of these days..."his voice lowered.

"You'll what Gold? Huh? Tell me."

He let out a noise that was more like a growl than an actual phrase, it was her last warning. If Emma, Leroy, Granny, Snow and Charming weren't all sitting in the other chairs, he slam her down on this very table and show her exactly what he wanted to do to her. Instead he took a deep breath and straightened his tie, he could feel the power pouring off of her like a tidal wave, that was the problem. She pulsed with unhinged power all the time, begging to be released and he could feel all of it like a sixth sense and it drove him wild.

"This is ridiculous, I'm going home." Emma said.

"Good idea, we'll look at the problem tomorrow. With fresh eyes," Snow said cheerfully.

The others all stood, donned their coats and one by one filed out of the room. When they were gone he reached for his own coat, Regina smoothed out an imaginary wrinkle in her dress and gave him her best ice look.

"Well, thanks to your stubbornness this was a waste of an evening," She said.

"My stubbornness? If you'd see reason we could have left hours ago."

"I'm done with this discussion, I'm going home."

On her way out the door she purposely bumped her arm into his, setting him slightly off balance. He debated wrapping his hands around that pretty, delicate neck and squeezing until he felt better. He remembered the time he had given into temptation, he'd been locked up and Regina was on the outside. His temper and desire mixed and he lashed out through the bars, his hand going to that slender neck. He didn't hurt her, hadn't wanted too. He'd wanted to scare her, show her he was the one in control and he wanted her to accept it. She hadn't, because she never did. That was the biggest part of their relationship, the fight for control. They both wanted it just as bad and at this point it was almost like foreplay.

She closed the door behind her and he shook his head as he pulled on his coat. The woman was going to be the death of him. It was funny how he could be so attracted to two completely different women. Belle was sweet, innocent and completely naïve. Regina was strong, sexy and completely comfortable in her body and using it to seduce men.

Regina was in bed early, a glass of wine and her favorite silk pajamas keeping her company. She was reading a book when the phone beside her bed rang, she glanced at the clock and saw it was a little after eight.

"Hello?"

"Your majesty, I'm surprised to find you at home."

"Where else would I be?"

"It's a Friday night, you should be out on a date."

"What do you want Gold?"

"I think you know."

"I'm not changing my mind!" She yelled, getting angry.

"Open the damn door, Regina."

"What?" She asked, confused.

"Open the door."

She stood from her bed and walked to the stairs, taking them two at a time she pulled open her front door. Gold turned around to face her and she stood there, openly gaping.

"Invite me in," He said, his voice seductively low.

She took a step back, one hand clutching the phone to her chest the other on the door. He walked smoothly passed her and then reached out to take the phone from her hand. He turned it off and set it aside before moving further into the room.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She finally found her voice.

"You know what I'm doing here," He turned to face her.

She slowly closed the door behind her, she didn't know how but she did know what he was there for. The polite thing to do would be offer to take his coat, but she didn't. He took the few steps towards her, slowly, predatory, like a lion stalking it's prey. He slowly circle around her, his eyes roaming up and down her body.

"I've watched you blossom from a naïve young girl to a powerful queen. I've seen you fall in love, lust and I've seen you hate. I've seen you broken, Regina. You captured the woman I love and kept her away from me, you have betrayed me and you've been my companion. I stood in a crowd and watched you nearly be executed because you were too strong, to say you were sorry. But there's one thing I've never had that I always wondered about, you in my bed."

"What makes you so sure I'd even go to your bed?" Her rebellious streak spoke up.

He moved with lightening speed that she forgot he had, in a blink his hand was around her neck. He pulled her body flush against his, her arms got pinned beneath their bodies. His grip on her neck was punishing, almost painful.

"Oh, you will dearie, you will." He threatened.

"What about Belle?" She asked, through a clenched jaw.

"I'm over Belle, this is about us."

Before she had time to say another word his lips possessively claimed hers. His kiss left no room for negotiations, his lips were hard and demanding against hers. She tried at first to be stoic about it but his persistence didn't waiver and soon she was kissing back. He pulled away first, much to her dismay. He began dragging his lips down her neck and she let her head fall back with a soft moan.

His hand finally released her neck so that they could he work on the silk robe she was wearing, it pooled on the floor and she fought to catch her breath. Was this really happening? After the years of pent up emotions between them. She'd seen her relationship with him go from an innocent girls crush to the kind of fire and passion only a woman could feel. He backed her up until they reached the stairs, then he pressed her against the wall.

His kisses were growing more aggressive, it was almost like he was trying to hurt her, trying to punish her. He bit at her lips and neck, his hands roughly sliding under her pajama top. He broke away to struggle with the buttons of her top.

"Maybe, maybe we should take this...upstairs." Her voice was breathless.

"I can't possibly wait that long."

"Here?"

"Right, here." He tore off his tie and his jacket, abandoning her top.

He lifted one of her legs so she could wrap it around his waist, his lips going to her neck and the flesh below her collarbone. She wished she was strong enough to pretend she wasn't losing control, but she wasn't. His hands on her body and his lips nipping her skin was the sweetest sin and she wanted more.

"Where's Henry?" He asked against her neck.

"Emma's."

She barely got out her answer before his fingers hooked in the waistband of her pants and he shoved them down her legs, her panties going with them.

Minutes later she was staring at the ceiling in her entryway, her legs were weak and she was covered in a sheet of sweat. She'd just had mind blowing sex, on the stairs of her entryway, with the dark one. He supported both of their weight with one arm against the wall and her back against it, one of her legs still wrapped around his hips the other dangling uselessly. His head rested against her shoulder, his breath ragged and his hair sweat soaked. It wasn't gentle, or sweet. It had been rough and animalistic, just like their nature.

"Did I hurt you, your majesty?" His voice was tinged with mockery at the name.

"No."

"You always did like everything rough."

"Screw you," She snapped.

"I believe you just did."

She was too exhausted for another snappy comeback, so she let her head fall back against the wall behind her. He looked at her face before his attitude softened, his passion finally spent.

"You look exhausted," He stated.

"I am."

A second later a puff of smoke enveloped them, when the smoke faded she was in her bed. Her remaining clothes were gone and a fire was crackling in the fireplace, her cool satin sheets felt heavenly. She was just drifting to sleep when she felt him pull her body back against his, she tensed at first.

"I didn't know you were staying," She said.

"Damn right I'm staying. You're mine, Regina."

"Since when?"

"Since the moment I selected you as a student, since the first time you ever spoke a word to me. This was just me staking a claim that was already mine."

She relaxed against his body, liking the when he felt against her and not being alone.

"So, I'm yours. What about Belle?"

"What about Robin?"He shot back.

"So, this is happening? Us?" She asked, chewing her lower lip.

"I've always wanted you Regina, you awake feelings in me I never felt with any woman. Belle was sweet and I loved her but she could never understand or keep up with my darkness. You can, step for step and that's what I need, that's what I want."

She didn't reply, but she ran her hand up his arm tracing the scratch marks she'd left there. She knew his back matched and her body did as well. His breathing evened out and she knew he was almost asleep.

"Gold?"

"Yeah?"

"I've always wanted you too."She admitted.

"I know dearie."

"How?"

"I see the future, I knew you wanted me and I knew that I would always choose you."

She smiled softly at the words he'd once told Zelena. He chose her, not because there wasn't anyone else, not because she forced him too. He chose her, he was the first person since Daniel who chose her just because they wanted too and maybe she could get used to that.

THE END

Author note: Thanks to everyone who read this and left a review, I hope everyone enjoyed it. I just can't help myself I'm a Goldenqueen shipper from episode 1. There's nothing wrong with Belle or Robin but I just don't think they have the chemistry that Gold and Regina do. Those two ooze sexual tension in every scene together!