Prompt: Rumple Regina + Mouth
Rated T.
He watched her closely, face tilted downward so as to pretend that he were in the midst of something more important than her. His fingers fiddled away at a concoction of epic proportions while his eyes continued to drink her in like a fine wine; and the very sight was mouth watering.
Regina sat perched upon one of his black velvet chairs with golden sides. The poise in which she had situated herself brought his attention to her outstretched legs where just an inch or two of her ankle was currently exposed to his gaze. But that wasn't the main thing that brought his mind to places unknown, no, it had been her mouth.
He watched as her slightly tinted lips were curling around the words of which she were reading; something silly like an enchantment to put up a ward around her meant to keep sound at bay and yet she made it look tantalizing when her mouth would close or open, or when that pink tongue of hers would dart out to lick along dry skin at an attempt to keep them moist.
"Is it up?" He tested to see if the ward had worked; giving her a moment to answer back but when nothing came nor did her head turn – he raised his chin to take in the entirety of her visage. "Excellent work, Regina."
He took advantage of the enchantment around his pupil and began to hum a tune he had heard once by a riverside as a young lad, a teenager on the cusp of adulthood watching the women in the village wash their shifts and skirts, working away as water rushed along their feet onto the next destination. He had wanted to be that liquid, on the move and finding a place of it's own, so badly at that age. So badly in fact that he had spent most nights there among those rocks and the rushing stream.
"What tune is that?" Her voice broke him from his reverie and caused the tune to halt in his throat. Hadn't he been invested in watching her mouth?
Bringing his animalistic hues back to that delicate face of hers, he parted his lips to speak "How long have you been listening?"
A sly smile tugged at those lips and he could have sworn his jaw had fallen to the floor, but it hadn't. Muscles pulled taut to keep it from doing so. "Once the enchantment fell away. I couldn't hold it."
"Try harder." He bit out, almost too harsh and inwardly wished he hadn't done so the second her eye flinched. Rumplestiltskin couldn't take it back now, so instead he reached forward with his long gold speckled fingers and brushed a thumb lazily over the edge of that beautiful mouth of hers. "Tomorrow. Try harder tomorrow."
"Will you teach me?" Her voice was soft, like the maidens at the riverside.
His features contorted into a hard mask of confusion at her words.
"The song, will you teach it to me?"
"If you can get the enchantment right, tomorrow, I will."