Prompt: A kiss on; every birthmark (#14/25)
Setting: Storybrooke
His lips made contact with the beauty spot near the corner of her mouth. Such a simple little feature, that somehow gave another layer to her beauty. A little dot of skin that refused to stay paler, insisting on darkening to a rich brown, calling attention to her every smirk. A spot to outline a smile, to bring every eye down from hers to catch a glimpse of it.
And if you were someone so privileged as the Hatter, you might find other spots coloring her skin, bringing your eyes to all sorts of other places, and in his case — lips, as well.
A well-placed freckle at the side of her neck, as if he needed anymore reason to want to bury himself there. He didn't. But it was happily added to the innumerable amount of excuses he could pull from should he ever need to. The contented sighs that left her all but ensured he never would, but it was good to have a list just in case.
Another spot just at the side of her breast, places that needed even less excuses for why he might want to lavish them with his affections. He followed the trail to every dot by memory, or perhaps something even greater, pulling him along one by one to lay a kiss or twelve to each bit of skin.
A spot on the inside of her thigh, as if it knew just who would be placing themself there, as if she knew and had willed the little mark into existence for the sheer purpose of assuring his attention to it, to all else of her that laid so near. But for now he was on a mission, to trace across every mark on her, interconnecting pathways of ghosting lips, leaving trails only their eyes could see.
Two freckles laid together just behind her left hip, and the teeth that dragged across her flesh might make one think they were a snakebite — left by him — the thieving snake, slinking into her bed when they were young and taking all he could have of her. As if the bite and kiss he now left were from the memory of having left it in the first place. But alas, the mark was not his invention. Pity though, that none of his had the opportunity to stay.
Following the lines of muscle to cross her lower back, he diverted his plan for a fraction, kissed each dimple because they demanded it, the impressions in her skin that his thumbs longed to deepen when he took her from behind. A pleasant piece of memory, that had a hot breath and a soft laugh exhaling against her. Her legs drew up, bending at the knee, the back of her calves brushing against his shoulder blade as she laid happily accepting his kisses, having no idea why he chose this path — he suspected — as she had no way of seeing everything he laid attention to. And there was no reason to tell her — motive means nothing, and his lips had better things to do than speak.
He left her lower back, kissed up the crevice at the side of her spine, diverting once to a little speck near the middle of her back, almost invisible to the eye, if the eye belonged to anyone but him. Back to the center until he reached near her shoulder, a spot shaped almost like a heart, that he laid a rather soft, chaste kiss to.
Her eyes opened at the gentleness of the gesture, finding his. Her lips wore the faintest genuine smile before she turned over, pulling him down to her waiting lips. And while there was no spot to be found on the pillowy skin, nor on her tongue, it seemed a crime against them both not to give them his every attention, until his lungs cried for breath and even still he kissed a bit longer, for if he should die he was sure her kiss would revive him.
A deep inhale when they parted made it unnecessary, but the thought was still there. And with every spot having been kissed, he returned to the one beside her lips, as if to finish connecting the constellation that was Regina. The brightest one in the sky. So bright, that it had to fall and be caught by her skin, leaving darkened little shapes in its wake, all but begging that someone map them once again.
A/N: After a few one-off drabbles I finally got inspired for another of these, yay! I've been stressed and pretty sad lately so it's nice to write more loving things. That said I still do plan on doing a 3rd part to the FTL drabbles to ~finish out~ that evening. I love writing the babies more than I can say, partly because even as flawed as they are, how 'wrong' it is that they are anything to begin with, they don't have the overhang of all the hurt they've caused each other seeping in and out, and also I really just love thinking there were moments when Regina was Queen that weren't horrible, that at least for a while Jefferson was there and cared and could steal her away even if only to her bedchamber, and give her something no one else cared to. A choice. They just make me so sad and happy at the same time, and I like that now in my mainverse Storybrooke, they're able to be a little kinder to each other again. Anyway. Enough of my rambling. I hope this was enjoyable and I hope I'll be able to post another sooner rather than later. xxo