Author's Note : First of all, thank you to the kind reviewers, the favoriters, the followers and the readers of the dark. About the story, I can tell you that it's not going to be very long and I'll try to keep the updates as regular as possible although maybe not every day (just discovered that writing is harder than it looks). So, here's chapter 2, enjoy :)

The Love Curse

Chapter 2

The next morning, as Regina started cooking pancakes, it took all she had to just focus on the magic books she had to read at her mausoleum and ways to kill that bastard Rumplestiltskin, and she was pretty successful at that, until...

"Morning, mom," Henry said cheerfully and went to kiss his mom on the cheek as he usually did, but also to test his theory. If possible, his smirk grew even bigger upon seeing her cheeks go bright red.

"Good morning, Henry. What put you in such a good mood? In my memories, you're not a morning person." She asked and tried her best to ignore what his kiss did to her and tried even harder not to think about what her son was doing to her in her little fantasy last night.

"Oh nothing, I'm just glad to see you're not upset about Robin." He decided not to tell her he knew right now. He prefered playing a little with her. "So, what do you wanna do today? Since there are no more Wicked Witches to stop, and no more moms in the past I thought we could spend the day together ?"

"I'd love to Henry but," she quickly thought of an excuse so he doesn't get suspicious about her rummaging through her magic books and avoiding him, "I need to find new ways to protect this town and especially you so I'm going to look for new protecting spells in mine and my mother's magic books."

"Please mom, I wanna spend some time with you. We spent a whole year apart! I understand that you're worried but I wanna see you. That's why I'm here and not with Ma." He started to pout, puppy eyes she could never resist firmly in place. "Please, mom?"

"Fine, but I need to start searching now so maybe you can cook with me when I come home for lunch?" She missed her son, and she wanted to spend time with him. Not even Rumple-fucking-stiltskin would keep her from him.

"Great. Thanks mom."

A few hours later, Regina was starting to lose hope of finding what type curse she was under. She had been at it for hours and translating Elvish to English was starting to get tiring. She was about to close the book she was reading and go home for lunch with Henry when a certain curse caught her attention: The Love Curse. More precisely, The True Love Curse.

With every sentence translated, she panicked more. The person who is afflicted by this curse can only be sexually satisfied by thoughts of their True Love at worst and their touch at best. Satisfaction by thoughts of the True Love only work for a limited amount of time as the their touch becomes soon necessary. If the cursed refuses to yield to temptation, the frustation grows rapidly unbearable and becomes the only thing the cursed can think about. The book said nothing about how to break the curse. "Son of a bitch!" She yelled, slammed the book shut, threw it across the room and proceeded to smash every breakable object in her vault.

"Hey, mom. Have you found the spells you were looking for ?" Henry asked when she crossed the threshold of the kitchen.

"Yes, Henry, I have. But I have to look for more." She realised she actually needed to find protection spells and it would be time away from Henry. God, since when do I look for excuses to be away from my son!

"Oh, ok. So, what are we cooking?" He asked with a mischievous grin.

"Something simple, how about pasta with chicken and vegeables and apple turnovers for dessert?"

"Ok. Let's get started!" They took out all the ingredients and started chopping the vegetables. Henry knew how to do it right but he cut them wrong on purpose. Soon enough,

"No Henry, not like this. How many times do I have to show you?" She then slowly cut her own vegetable to show him how to do it.

"I know, but I just can't do it right. Help me, please?" He shook his wrists to show her how he wanted her to help him.

Regina hesitated. It was already hard enough not to think about him in an inappropriate way and she didn't know if she could handle touching him like this. But she reasoned she couldn't let him get suspicious so she walked over to him and tentatively placed her hands on his to show him the movement. She immediately regretted it because the simple touch of his skin had her creaming her panties. The closed distance between them didn't make things easier for her either. But when he turned his head to look at her and her gaze reflexively flicked to his lips she felt the heat spread all over her body, flushing her face to settle between her legs.

Henry noticed her reaction to his closeness and internally smirked. In an attempt to grab her shoulder and innocently ask her what was wrong, he not-so-accidentally brushed his arm against her breast. The reaction was immediate. Regina fled the room as though it was on fire muttering something about needing to go to the bathroom.

Once she was in her room, Regina's previous panic resurfaced. How long was she going to be able to hide it from him? Eventually she's going to need his help. Shit!

Right now, though, she had a pressing matter that needed her attention. She settled on the bed, hiked up her dress, pushed aside her soaked panties and plunged two fingers into her heat without preamble as she had to go back downstairs soon. She wasted no time trying to think of anybody else and imagined her son sucking her breast into his mouth as she teased and rolled a nipple between her fingers. She then imagined him slowly making his way down and taking her clit into his mouth flicking his tongue over it relentlessly. Soon enough, she couldn't keep her moans in, "Yes, Henry..." and added a third finger, her palm hitting her clit at every thrust. Her movements became erratic and she knew she was just at the edge, her arousal at its highest but falling over that edge was a tad more difficult than the last time. Finally, imagining Henry kissing her neck, she came hard all over her palm, "Fuck, Henry... " she moaned riding the waves of pleasure.

Of course, Henry had discreetly followed her and heard everything. He didn't risk taking care of himself this time so, taken by surprise when he heard her finish, he quickly returned to the kitchen behind the counter to hide his rock hard erection, internally smacking himself for not thinking about that.

When she came back in the kitchen a minute later, probably after freshening up, Henry noticed her still red cheeks, and when she took back her knife to cut the vegetables, he saw that the tip of three of her fingers was slightly wrinkled and it did nothing to help his blood flow elsewhere than in his cock.

"After we eat, do you wanna watch a movie with me? I'll let you with your books after, I promise."

"Hmm... " She hesitated, remembering the way her body reacted to just cooking with with him, "Ok, Henry." She just took care of herself, what could possibly go wrong?

Henry smirked. I'm gonna make my move during that movie, he promised himself.

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