I'm back from New York! Had a blast! But I am glad to be back home ;) now seeing as how I was in the middle seat on the plane and shared a bed at the hotel, I was not able to write much without anyone reading over my shoulder and I did not need to explain why I was writing this! Hahaha I hope you enjoy it! Please leave a review! It is one of my favorite parts about writing :)
She couldn't sleep, she laid there wide awake tossing and turning hoping that if she could just find the right position she wouldn't have to admit that it was because there were no large arms holding her close against a strong warm body that she couldn't find it in her to sleep. She refused to admit that.
With a quiet sigh she removed one leg out from beneath the blanket in case she was just too warm but after a few seconds of the cold air cooling her bare skin she decided that that was not the problem. So she slid it back underneath to get warm again and shook her head in her hands as she rolled on to her back.
Her inability to sleep was not because she missed David. That would be absolutely ridiculous. She had no reason to be missing him. There was no point in missing him.
She rolled on to her side but sleep never came and she knew it never would.
...
David laid on his back quietly with his eyes focused on the top of the crate Anton had provided each of them to use as a room. What he was trying very unsuccessfully to do was to fill his mind with Snow. His wife. It was unsuccessful because the woman filling his mind was the woman he had no business pursuing and he knew it. The woman filling his mind was Regina.
Bright hazel eyes were replaced by dark chocolate brown, short hair was lengthened, body was fitter, voices were lowered and obtained a new raspy sound, the happy whole woman turned into the broken and twisted woman that intrigued him immensely.
Snow.
Not Regina. He did not need her, he needed to stay loyal to Snow...well loyal to whatever loyalties he had left. Kissing Regina was not loyal to Snow, having sex with Regina was not loyal to Snow, pursuing Regina was not loyal to Snow. It made him feel guilty. He was betraying his wife, the woman who stood at his side no matter the situation and here he was trying to start another relationship with another woman and then to have that other woman be Regina of all people...it only made it that much worse and confusing.
He never would have thought that there was that much of a person underneath the Evil Queen. She had so much love to give and he knew that now, he knew that everything she had done in the past was stemmed off a broken heart and to have a wound like that could only be caused by ripping away a love that she felt through her every nerve. To be so miserable and so angry at the world, so full of despair and loneliness could only be a result of feeling with every part of herself.
He couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like for someone to love him with every single fibre in her being, to devote herself entirely to him, to love him so much that if he were to be taken from her she would cast a dark curse because she simply couldn't handle the pain.
Yes he knew that there were other factors that lead to her spiral in to madness but it started with Daniel and people using the memory of the simple stable boy to ruin her.
He wanted to know what it felt like to be loved by her, to have her let herself give in to him. But he was married. He couldn't have that and he couldn't admit to himself what he already knew quite well. That he was madly in love with Regina Mills.
So there he laid undisturbed by sleep and only thought. Right and wrong, guilt and love, his attention only caught by the movement of the shadows on the ceiling of his makeshift bedroom. "Regina?" He whispered curiously, his hopeful tone not well hidden in his voice as he sat up on his elbows and looked in to the dark to see a beautiful silhouette that could only belong to her.
Bare feet stood on the wooden table top that had become cool to the touch with the disappearance of the sun and her slim strong legs were bare as well, one bent at the knee ever so slightly as she held one hand on the wall of his crate. She wore her white button up shirt and her pillow tousled hair reflected the candlelight that came from behind her as she rested the side of her head above her hand on the edge of the crate. The effort it took not to get out of bed and kiss her was unbelievable, "couldn't sleep either?" He offered with a small smile hoping that she would come to him and fill the empty space beside him.
Regina shrugged a little, grateful for the fact that the light was behind her and not shining on her face because she knew quite well that her expression of pure want would have been easily caught by the prince when she laid eyes on his muscular chest and stomach as he sat up straight and the blankets gathered around his waist. "I was actually hoping you were asleep," she confessed quietly with a nervous laugh hummed through her lips, "give myself an excuse to go back to my own bed."
It scared him how fast he fell in love with her, "sorry to disappoint," he smirked and she bowed her head with a soft short laugh and moved the hand hanging at her side so it crossed over in front of her to gently rest alongside her head and other hand on the wood. Silently he pulled back the corner of the blankets next to him in an offer for her to climb in beside him and a few moments and a quiet thrum of fingertips on wood later she was hesitantly walking toward the side of the bed.
As she got closer he was able to see her better. She looked tired and nervous, undecided on her actions and the meanings behind them just as he was of his own. She wore only black lace panties and her white button up shirt that barely covered a thing past her pelvis and he had to fight hard against the desire to move his hands over the smooth skin of her thighs and the muscles beneath. He had to fight the will to knead her breasts through her shirt as they remain unconstricted by her black bra that she must have left with the rest of her clothing. To keep himself from leaning toward her to catch her mouth in a bruising kiss he bit down hard on his tongue and forced himself to sit still as she sat next to him with one leg hanging off the side of the bed from the knee down and the other folded in front of her as though she was going to sit cross legged.
"What are we doing?" She whispered almost too quiet to hear as she stared down at her hands resting on her calf.
"I don't know," he whispered just as quietly and she remained unchanged by his answer. Shaking his head a little and keeping his voice down to the same whisper he added, "I don't want to stop though."
"David," she protested in a whisper as she closed her eyes and shook her head slowly, "you're married. And to Snow no less."
She opened her eyes and looked at him and it broke his heart to see tears in those stunning eyes because once again she couldn't have what her poor tired heart wanted, "you don't think I am painfully aware of that?" He replied gently and ducked his head down in an attempt to hold that beautifully painful gaze as she dropped her head back down and closed her eyes once more.
"I'm lonely David," she whispered in defeat and shook her head slowly, "and lonely people do stupid things when they are given someone to keep them from getting lonely again. I don't want to lose this, what we have right now, over a stupid decision to have sex...again. I don't have anyone David and I don't want to lose you," she whispered and hurriedly wiped a fallen tear from her cheek.
"You don't have to be lonely anymore Regina," his voice still a whisper as he offered her a small smile when she lifted her head to look him in the eye again. "I don't want to lose this either," then he shrugged and continued in a slightly teasing tone, "as for you doing stupid shit because of it, I'm pretty sure I've already seen you at your worst so bring it on," his smile grew a little more when she started to laugh quietly through watery eyes, "we'll do stupid shit together okay?"
"Okay," she sniffed quietly as she laughed and nodded a little.
David hummed softly through a smile as he looked between dark eyes and then reached forward and held his hands around her thighs, pulling her gently, "come here," he whispered and she did. She rolled forward on to her knees and then turned around so she sat sideways between his legs and wrapped her arms around his neck as he did her waist while her bare legs laid comfortably over one of his jean clad ones. "What if there is something better?" He asked and rubbed a thumb over her back. She remained silent and unmoving but he knew she was listening, "what if this friendship could be built upon in to something amazing?"
"I don't like to gamble," she whispered in to him and then shook her head and wound her arms tighter, "I don't like to use my heart as stakes for something I don't know the outcome of."
"I'm not going anywhere."
"I don't believe you."
Her whisper only made him smile while a sad pang rang through his heart and he lifted his head from her shoulder and an arm from around her waist to lay a finger under her chin and lift her head from his chest, "I promise I won't leave you alone again."
"I don't believe that either," she whispered and barely got to finish her sentence before her breath was stolen with a kiss. A warm tingling feeling burst from her chest and spread throughout her entire body and despite knowing it was wrong, despite knowing it was only going to make things harder she leaned in to him and wound her arms tighter around his neck so she pulled herself taller.
Without breaking the kiss she moved so she straddled his lap, a knee pushing on the bed on either side of his hips. Silently she instructed him to move backward and he did as he was asked while she left her mouth to hover over his own and he moved until his back was rested flat against the wooden headboard of the bed. Her fingers curled loosely around the nape of his neck and she shivered wonderfully at the sensation of his hot breath skimming her neck and collarbone before she dropped her head and closed her parted lips around his bottom lip in a soft slow kiss.
She didn't plan on giving in to his touch, on allowing herself to be vulnerable and gentle, she never imagined that she would permit so much of her heart to be let go to run wild with his as he touched her and held her and kissed her. But it felt amazing. His hands wandering firmly and heavily over her thighs had her heart beating madly in her chest. Starting at her knees and moving up, his hands wrapped partway around her thighs and then gripped her hips before moving back down again.
His hands were only at her knees for a split second before they were moving back up again only this time they were a little further behind her thighs and his hands spread over her ass as he pulled her in closer to him so her center was pressed against his stomach. She allowed him to deepen the kiss and was pleased immensely when he did not move to change its wonderfully slow and intimate pace.
Slowly he removed one hand from behind her and over her hip to settle in front of her with his palm turned up so his fingers could run lightly back and forth over the black lace between her legs. He paid close attention to the hand that left the back of his neck and travelled down his arm only to find himself start to grow hard when her soft hand laid flat against the back of his and pushed, slightly increasing the amount of pressure he provided against her clit which caused her to moan softly in to his mouth.
He wanted to bite her, mark her, he wanted to slam her against a wall, he wanted to fuck her hard and fast, all were things he had never even considered doing with Snow and what had had him wanting to do them with Regina he did not know. What kept him from doing it all was that intensity of what they were doing know was plenty to keep him at bay as well as the fact that he didn't want to upset her or bring back any horrifying memories from her time with Leopold. He wanted to know her better before he experimented.
He wanted to love her, cherish her, be the one person in her life that stayed at her side forever. Yes he was married to Snow, yes he felt absolutely sick to his stomach at the thought of hurting her but he was a man who did not hide his heart behind layers of nearly impenetrable walls and therefore he could not make excuses, deny, or ignore the fact that with every smile, every word, every movement, Regina unintentionally settled a little deeper in his heart. He could no longer deny that when she was this close the ache in his heart that was almost painful was love.
It was stronger, it was more powerful, and as much as he hated to admit it it was what he had been searching for and thought he had found in Snow. As he pushed the dampened lace to the side and slowly pushed two of his fingers inside of her and she paused their break for air for a little longer to moan quietly and move her hand back up from over his, he came up with an interesting thought. Perhaps love wasn't about finding the perfect person but rather about finding an imperfect person and learning to see them perfectly.
Regina, he once thought, was the furthest from perfect.
Regina's brow creased in pleasure as she breathed out another moan at the fingers moving inside her, her head tilted down to see the defining lines over his torso created by strong muscles. She moved her hands over her stomach and chest, feeling her own body as her eyes fluttered closed and he lowered his mouth to her neck. She tilted her head to the side to allow him to do as he pleased while she began opening the buttons of her shirt one by one starting at the one across her breasts.
The air was cold around them and her fingers were cool as they moved over her front that had remained warm from being pressed against him. The difference in temperatures caused short bouts of shivers to run up and down her spine. Sex with him was addictive. He gave her no choice but to allow herself to feel and let her heart go, something she refused to really let herself do in simple conversation. She loved to feel. She hated locking herself away.
With all the buttons opened she shrugged out of the thin white fabric and tugged it from her wrists so she could toss it carelessly to the side and move a cold hand over one of her breasts while David allowed his free hand to wander up and cover the soft flesh as his rough stubble scratched her chest on his way down to close his mouth around a hardened nipple. Her breaths were growing shaky and heavy as his fingers continued to move steadily inside her but he seemed to realize that and sped up.
Her knees wavered at the increase in speed and her moans grew louder as her breaths grew heavier. A low moan vibrated deep and long in her throat when he pressed his hot tongue hard against her breast and moved up slowly, pushing her breast up and then letting it drop with a small bounce and leaving the cold air to surround the wet skin. He did not kiss her but instead hovered over her and watched her face crease with pleasure at his fingers inside her. Her short and shallow breaths against his jaw were driving him mad and the quiet whimpers and moans that combined with her exhales and hisses through her teeth only had him growing harder.
"Regina," he whispered lowly across her jaw and she responded wonderfully with her name being said in such a tone. Quiet choked screams signaled the beginning of her orgasm and he moved his fingers just a little faster to make her body tremble and her moans a little louder but not loud enough to wake the sleeping giant.
"Mmm yeah," she whimpered and gasped as she rested her forehead against his, brushing their lips together but not kissing him for she was too caught up in the lengthy orgasm vibrating through her body. To both her relief and disappointment he slowed to a halt and removed his fingers from inside her. She caught his wrist in her hand and brought his fingers to her mouth, slowly sucking them clean and tasting herself on him.
David stared at her mouth as it closed around his fingers and he felt her hot tongue move around his two fingers and felt his erection fight against his jeans. When her mouth left the tips of his fingers he pulled her in to a bruising kiss, quickly deepening it to catch the last traces of her on her tongue. His fingers pulled at her panties and as she maneuvered to help him remove them he lifted her and spun her, pressing her back against the headboard so her legs secured around his waist and he stood on his knees as he tossed the black lace to the side and continued to kiss her hard.
Her fingers worked open the button on his jeans, glad to find he had removed his belt before he retired to bed. Yanking down the clothing as best she could in her position, she let him do the rest himself and instead reached between them to take hold of his length and pleasure him while he pushed her head back against the wood with his kiss. It didn't take long before his hand replaced hers and he slowly guided himself in to her.
She moaned lowly at the sensation and moved her hands up so they curled loosely around the nape of his neck, "yes," her voice was a rumbled moan against his mouth and her lips parted in a pleasured gasp when he began moving slow but hard. The cold air around them forgotten despite their breaths now coming out in visible puffs of moisture as he moved inside her and she wound her legs tighter as the warmth built up deep in her belly.
Fingernails dug in to the back of his neck every so often but it only encouraged him to continue as his breaths became ragged and heavy with hers. He held her hips for his easy movement and kept her pinned against the the headboard as he lowered his mouth to close around her gently protruding collar bone and slowly moved up higher. With every moan vibrating against his lips on her throat he found himself thrusting just a little faster and when his mouth found the corner of her jaw she turned her head to whisper in his ear and her words caused shivers to shoot down his spine.
"Fuck me harder Charming," her lips remained parted as he lifted his head to hover over her mouth and she continued with her raspy tone, "stop holding back," a smile flashed across his mouth and she couldn't help but mirror it before he stopped his thrusts and caught her mouth in a fierce kiss that had her pulling his head in hard to give him no escape.
He broke the kiss roughly and left one hand on her hip but moved the other higher so his fingers curled around her ribs and his thumb pressed in to her breast next to her hardened nipple. He leaned back away from her only a little just for a little extra leverage as he began thrusting, slow at first but soon enough he was pounding against her and his grip was tightened around her hip and ribcage. She was warm and tight around him and her loud pleasured vocals went straight to his cock and made it harder for him to maintain the stamina he wanted.
The muscles in her stomach flexed fantastically with every breath, moan, and scream as he fucked her harder and faster just as he wanted but believed he wouldn't get to do just yet. Her fingers clawed into the wood of the headboard as she arched her back off of it with a strangled moan, searching for relief from the building pressure.
"Fuck," she moaned, her voice bouncing in time with his motion. Her breaths were harder to come by and she couldn't help but urge him to continue with shallow breaths and long cries of pleasure.
At this pace he knew he wasn't going to last too much longer and with the wonderful groans through clenched teeth he was hearing from her she wasn't far off herself. He swore under his breath as she writhed with pleasure and gasps while he felt himself getting pushed closer and closer. He pushed her harder against the headboard as she came, choked lengthy screams and raspy breaths flexing the muscles of her flat stomach.
"Don't stop," she whimpered and rolled her head back against the headboard and arched her back off as much as the hand on her ribs would allow. "Oh," she groaned slowly and it was followed with several more moans and held back screams when she felt him come inside her, sending her on another orgasmic high while she listened to him swear and groan. His thrusts fell slower and he pulled her off the headboard so she was pressed against him and held tight in his arms for a rough kiss as he continued to slowly bring them down with smooth slow thrusts.
She relaxed against him and held her arms around his head and neck, moaning into his mouth in wonderful satisfaction as he continued to move inside her. It was a difficult task to carry on with their kiss for both of them were panting against the other but they both ignored that fact and continued through. When he stopped he pivoted and brought her with him, turning around and dropping them both on to the bed so Regina laid on her back and he braced himself on top of her and pulled himself out of her but continued to kiss her.
Her arms detangled from around his neck so only her fingers bent around his neck while he raised one of his to do the same around her and the other held his weight on the bed beside her waist. She let her legs loosen from around him and instead left one to lay flat while the other bent at the knee so her foot laid flat on the bed and her knee rested against his side. It was she who slowed the kiss back down and whether it was intentional on her part or not he enjoyed it all the same and made no move to change it.
He wanted to tell her he loved her, he wanted so badly to whisper it against soft pink lips that released soft puffs of visible breath in to the cold air around them. He wanted to tell her that perhaps he had made what some may call a mistake in marrying Snow and that he wanted her and her alone. He wanted to give his heart to her, place it in her sole care for the rest of his life because he trusted her and because he loved her. But he couldn't do that.
He couldn't because he knew it would scare her and that she would run and while he would chase her down, he wanted her to admit to herself what her glances and kisses already told him. That she loved him too. He didn't want to scare her, he wanted her to scare herself.
So he resorted to simply waiting and subtly pushing her to her answer. He was learning her and with every touch of his fingertips, with every breath against her jaw, tight embrace he caught her in, and every kind and gentle word or gesture toward her he had her giving him more of her heart and he couldn't stop. He wanted it all and no matter how much time he spent scolding himself and telling himself it was wrong he only found more reasons that it was right.
He wanted to break things and hit the walls until his knuckles bled because of the way he was hurting Snow. He felt nothing but rage and guilt toward his actions in that regard. But the way Regina was kissing him now and the way he was able to kiss her in return had him feeling a love he had never felt before and he would not dare give it up.
In a pause for air during their kiss she became suddenly fully aware of how cold the night air had become with a shiver vibrating her body, "I'm freezing," she whispered and he dropped his head down once more for a soft lingering kiss that left a happy sigh to be breathed out of her lungs before he ended it gently and got off of her. She sat up on her elbows and watched him reach off the side of the bed and lift his heavy leather jacket off the floor and offer it to her while his eyes lingered over her figure and she let them.
She took it with less hesitance than earlier but her reach forward was hesitant all the same as she sat up and slipped her arms in the sleeves, "thank you."
"You're welcome," he smiled and watched her hug it close around herself and cross her legs so her toes could get warm in the bends of her knees and the black leather covered the majority of her bare legs. Her hair was tousled and her hands were hidden in the sleeves as she made herself as small as she could and he couldn't help but smile a little more lovingly when she closed her eyes and nuzzled her nose in to the collar of his jacket only to settle there and take a deep breath of his smell lingering on the leather.
Such a precious woman. She didn't move when he swung his legs over the side of the bed and pulled his briefs and jeans back on and when he crawled back on and toward her she remained still and wonderfully small. He kissed her cheek only to find her skin a little cool to the touch and when she turned her head to look at him her eyes were soft and friendlier than he had ever seen them and a small smile that was almost shy curled her lips but was held back so as not to show her teeth.
She did not say anything and he cocked his head and smiled in return as he allowed his eyes to wander and memorize the special expression. Again the desire to tell her he loved her came over him but he held his tongue and instead hummed a gentle laugh that had her smile growing a little more just enough to squint the corners of her eyes. "You're beautiful," he whispered and reached forward to tuck a rogue curl behind her ear.
"I know," she whispered back and let her teeth show in a bright smile when he started to laugh softly.
"Good," he chuckled quietly and gave a small slow nod in his amusement.
"Thank you though," she laughed softly and leaned in a little closed to whisper playfully, "you always were one to point out the obvious," her voice danced across his lips before she closed her own around them in a feather light kiss that only lasted a few moments before she pulled away.
"I'm sure I'll catch you by surprise at some point," he whispered, wanting more of that unique softness he discovered in her by chance.
"I'll be waiting," she smirked and tucked her chin in a fraction with a subtle rock of her head.
He sat before her in silence while he studied her with a smile as the candlelight outside of the crate softened her features. Sitting there consumed in his oversized jacket simply melted his heart and when she shivered in the cold air he hummed softly and cocked his head, "you're so human."
Regina breathed out a quiet laugh and shook her head a little, "why is that so surprising?"
"I don't know," he whispered quietly and furrowed his brow a little as he shook his head. She remained quiet and a little amused as she watched him and waited for an answer, "I suppose you are too powerful to be simply human. Too powerful and...hard."
"I'm not hard," she whispered with a shake of her head.
"No you're not," he corrected quietly with a soft and tender tone, "you are just very...misunderstood," he offered and she seemed to accept that answer for she didn't say another word and let her defensive walls come back down. He was brought from his further thoughts on the topic when she shivered again, "being the gentleman that I am, I am not about to make you walk back to your bed in the freezing cold," she bowed her head and hummed a small nervous laugh and he continued with a smile, "and seeing as how you have taken my jacket, my source of extra warmth, would you be so kind as to stay with me tonight to keep me warm instead?"
She knew what he was doing. He was saving her from having to ask him herself, something she was too proud to do and she was conflicted by the offer. She did not want to need him but she also wanted to need him, "only because you asked so nicely," she smiled with a tilt of her head and he cupped her jaw in his hands to hold her in place as he moved in for a final kiss. Soft and gentle but far from chaste.