Prompt: something sweet between rumple and regina please!
Rated T.
I found myself staring on numerous occasions. She had drove me to distraction and I could no longer find focus, mind pulling and tugging at her every whim. Just as I was now, watching her sitting against one of my chairs in the room where I store my potions, all knicks and no knacks. Rays of light poured into the room and danced along her soft skin, I felt enraged and envious. Me? The Dark One, ever feared and menacing. The very glare from my eyes could tower villages, the touch of my hand could crumble even the noblest of Queens to their knees - quaking in fear.
But not her. Not Regina, who sat inside of these four walls and wrapped my every will around her slender digits.
The second she moved, I found myself striding towards her, ready to lash out at any notion of weakness because that's what I am, that is who I am and most importantly who she needs me to be in order to become the most fear - save for the leering creature that is myself - practitioner of magic in all the realms.
When she spoke, I found it hard to life my sights higher beyond her lips. The ways in which they glistened in the sunlight, the very curve they took when saying my name in such a way that sent hot lava pushing through my limbs.
A soft hand gripped my chin and brought my gaze up, up, to a gaze that was hesitant. Surely questioning the bold move in which she had just made. One I wanted to make her regret only the second the snarl began to build up in my chest and bound for my throat - it caught - breath and all in my throat as she pressed the softest of flesh against my lips.
I'm a monster, you see, one that doesn't take well to soft notions of chaste kisses and hand holding. The type of monster the feeds on fear and giggles at that little prickling look of regret that forms in someone's face once they've realized the deal has been struck.
In turn, I kiss her back, only it's not nearly as soft. My mouth claims hers in a manner of which could be likened to devouring. Teeth pulling, saliva stringing, tongue lashing and twisting. But what did she do? She gave back what I gave to her in such a way I found my inner monster finally releasing that snarl, only to be stifled by a groan the second her lips left mine.
"I-Am I doing this right?"
Shock, pure and unrelenting fills my every expression in both facial and frame. I'm more than taken aback as I glance down at the vile in her hands, the mixture having become muddled from being sloshed around during our heated mouth on mouth. "Not in the slightest." The voice belongs to the dark one along with the accompanied giggle that bounds from my throat out along the damp castle walls. In that instant, the look she gives me is utter determination and I couldn't have felt more proud. And so I watch, I watch as she mixes the same potion again only this time to not be distracted by the likes of me and she gets it right. "Well done." The words feel foreign even to me as they do her by the look on her face. So I decide then not to toy with the matters of words and instead I slip my arm around her waist and pull her against me once more – mouth claiming hers just to show her how good of a student she has truly been.
When she kisses me back, her soft fingers finding my hair, thumb brushing against scaled skin - I believe Monsters are capable of loving someone and possibly receiving love in return.