Prompt: Can I get something that could be mistaken for sex but isn't?
Rated T for implied things as well as Gold's dirty mind.
A sheen of sweat collected on her brow as she pushed out a sigh, the breath heavy as it heaved from her lungs and out into the humid air. Muscles were taut as she clamped her thighs around Rumple's head, teeth tugging at her bottom lip as she tried to keep her limbs from shaking. "Just a little more…"
"Better?" Rumple's voice was rough, dark as he tried to shift his weight just slightly enough to accommodate her, he heard a groan of discomfort from the brunette which only caused a nervous thrill to shoot down his spine. He had never truly done this before, the occasion never coming up at a time he felt generous to give in. "Now?"
"That's it!" She screamed, arching her back as she reached forward, hands outstretched towards the greenery situated in her sitting room. "What do you think?"
Glancing up from between her legs, Regina balanced on his shoulders, he caught sight of the little glowing golden star. "Perfect." December had come to Storybrooke just in time and there was nothing prettier than a tree – even if it would be his very first one. "Henry will love it."
"He better. I think I've strained something." She placed a hand on her stomach having spent the better half of the last two hours decorating the tree, most of which she spent on Gold's shoulders seeing as she couldn't reach the top of the towering thing without his assistance. "Thank you for your help."
"It has been something of an enjoyable task." He admitted as he turned his head to place a chaste kiss on the inside of her bare thigh, the pencil skirt having ridden up during the hoisting her up on his shoulders process; he couldn't have been happier unless she were completely naked on his shoulders at the moment. It was already taking everything in him to not somehow work her around to his face instead.