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Regina Mills
~~Queen~~ ~~Mayor~~ Mother
Sorceress
Fond of Plants

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From:

hellorhighwater

The way she sank into him so eagerly, with so much fucking trust was fleetingly scary, pushed his heart into his throat for moments with the true weight of what she gave him with something like this. Not just taking care of her now, but taking her over before, knowing she might need this from him later.

It was humbling, a kind of trust he'd never been given before, and in that split second he was frightened of being incapable of justifying it--of being unworthy.

The kiss broke, and as he rested his cheek atop her head, the fear passed...and all that was left was that trust, holding him up in its own strange way, compelling him to rise up to meet it.

Rather than move to grab things like soap and shampoo--because he was going to help her clean up and lay down for a while--Neil snapped his fingers, calling a sprite to life and giving it orders in the dragon tongue. It obeyed quickly, darting around to transport it all to the edge of the tub, and when it was done it flew straight into the water, making it a little warmer with a split second ripple of glowing coal energy.

"Okay--here, back facing me again." he instructed, helping her sit with her back to him so he could wet her hair in preparation to shampoo it for her. "I'll take care of this and--"

Through the open bathroom door, a distant flash of light came, followed by the audible thud of something soft and heavy hitting the ground. Neil frowned, peered at it--then remembered his sprite from the gym.

"...oh! My stuff and your clothes." he muttered, turning back to Regina. "Took that little jerk long enough to get here..."

From:

fondofapples

Warm, dozy, and as content as she could remember being, Regina did as he bid her, turning again so that her back rested against his chest. She let her eyes stay closed once the lids fell because Neil had the situation under control and she trusted that--her gut flipped a little, tightening at the thought she'd given such complete control over anything to someone else but it was just a bath and having her hair washed. And if it started to go wrong, she could just open her eyes and fix it. Which was a ridiculous thought, but no more ridiculous than how she'd lived the rest of her life under strict and perfect control, as perfect as possible, only letting go of control to lash out and attack people who caused her pain.

She wasn't exactly thinking about that as Neil wet her hair, because the gentle tug of his fingers in her hair was its own special kind of bliss, and she'd never really noticed how nice it was to have someone else wash her hair for her although she'd had someone to do it whenever she wished for much of her life.

The flash of light and the thud, soft as it was, startled her alert. Magic flew to her fingertips, prepared to meet any threat, but all she saw was the bathroom and Neil peering at something over the side of the tub.

She glanced back at him, then leaned over to see for herself just as he was explaining--which was good, because she was having a little trouble connecting what she saw with-- "But you told it to take them to your sanctuary..." And as she said it, the words and the actions lined up, sending a peculiar little thrill through her.

Her room at this inn was his sanctuary. She was his sanctuary.

"Here, with me..." she mused aloud, and then couldn't help asking, "...but why?"

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil felt the words catch in his throat, as big an admission of weakness as he'd ever been forced to confront--and despite everything he'd been raised to believe, all of the lessons and lectures of the Night Dragon, he couldn't make himself push aside the fact that this supposed weakness made him feel...immeasurably powerful.

"I feel safe here." he finally got out through the tightness in his throat as he squeezed some of her shampoo into his hand, rubbing both hands together before he started gently working it into her hair. The admission hung for a moment...

"...I don't feel safe anywhere. Didn't, I mean."

From:

fondofapples

Although she wanted to press him on why he felt safe with her, in her space, she knew that at some level the answer was the same as why she felt safe with him.

The warmth of it swelled in her chest until the words she'd been fighting rose up, sweet and syrupy on her tongue, and she wanted to say them. She almost said them, but if she said them now, today, he wouldn't be sure it wasn't because of the sex, even if she already knew she loved him and so did he.

Instead, she lowered her head for him and ran a hand over his thigh, not kneading, not probing just caressing. She understood how he felt, how hard it was to never be able to let down your guard, and she knew how exhausting that was. "I'm glad there's somewhere now. I'm glad it's with me."

From:

hellorhighwater

The reply she gave made his throat close up--not with fear or any sort of apprehension, but with emotion and a thousand times a thousand questions that came along with what he felt.

Why are you glad? Why do you trust me? Is this what a home feels like? Can a person even be a home?

The answers were close--as close as her fingers trailing over his thigh, as close as the scent of her shampoo in his lungs...as close as the nape of her neck that was bare to him as she bent her head forward. To have them so close, but so far away was infuriating.

Dahgo. The answers would come, if he stopped asking the questions. He had to trust the path.

Letting out a breath, he let the questions go, felt his throat loosen and something in the back of his chest settle.

"Yeah. Me, too."