fondofapples | Inbox -- Genessia

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

"You've reached the inbox of Regina Mills. Leave a message. If it's urgent, it's probably too late."

(text, voice, video, action, ooc planning if necessary for Genessia only)

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

From:

hellorhighwater

The crack about his wrist made him smile, even as it made another flare of arousal ignite in his belly—that slow, sensual quicksand curl of lust that made time stop, but not on the level that stopped his thoughts in their tracks.

Just had him thinking about asking for what she was offering, if he wanted it.

And it sounded good, being able to escape for a little while—to just be hers and nothing else, to let her fill every part of him that felt so naggingly tired from a night of socializing...but candlelight and music sounded wonderful, too. Just being alone with Regina, wrapped up in each other...have her ride him, slow and lazy, being over her and inside her with her nails and teeth branding him with her love and her hunger for him...

“You give a guy choices like that, you may never get an answer, Beloved.” He joked with a breathless laugh, nuzzling the top of her head and smoothing his hand up and down her back in a slow, warm sweep of his palm along her spine. “Too much good stuff, y’know?”

From:

fondofapples

"Mmmm, never?" Regina made a dubious sound that was more than overmatched by the warm pleasure in her voice from the lazy, gentle stroke of his hand. "It's not like you to be paralyzed with indecision. You usually save paralysis for obedience when I ask for it," she teased softly.

"If you really can't make a decision, I have a few desires I could be persuaded to reveal." She freed a hand from his back pocket and rubbed it along his side, soothing the small tension climbing up from desire and from not knowing a "right" answer which sometimes bothered him.

From:

hellorhighwater

"The decision is 'both,' but I'm not sure that counts as a decision." he laughed, relaxing a little into that familiar, soothing touch with a deep sigh. "But maybe 'both' that way--share a few of those desires while I think about it for a minute?"

From:

fondofapples

Humming a soft, thoughtful sound, Regina pressed her lips to his shoulder and melted against him. "I've been thinking about making love on the roof in the moonlight," she told him. "The cool night air, the silvery light, being silent so we don't attract attention. A nice long full body massage with warm oil. Or, there's cake left over and lots of icing..."

From:

hellorhighwater

More ideas, all of which he liked. With images like Regina's pale skin glowing under the moonlight dancing through his head, thinking about the sting of her teeth in his shoulder as she fought to keep quiet...feeling her slick skin yield under his hands with soft moans of pleasure as he worked every last bit of tension from her body...smearing streaks of icing on her neck and her breasts so he could lick it off, the sweetness of sugar mixed with the sweet taste of her skin...

"Okay: you pick, 'cause I can't." he laughed with a little shake of his head. "'Cause my brain is still saying yes to fuckin' all of it. I mean, we could try to do it all in one night, but we do have to get up tomorrow. Eventually. And be able to walk straight. Lady's choice, that's what I wanna do for my nameday."

From:

fondofapples

Regina laughed and kissed his jaw. "I choose not to mix icing sugar and massage oil," she began, working her fingers beneath his Henley to warm them on his skin.

"Mmm, maybe we'll save both of those for a stay in a hotel with an electric water heater." Not that they didn't have running water they kept warm, but there was a difference between Fayren-showers and Nova-showers, and icing sugar and butter cream called for the latter.

Mouth shaping a tapering 'O' around her breath, she exhaled slowly against his neck and followed with a warm kiss. "Rooftop, moonlight, maybe a little music. We've had a lot noise and people tonight. I want quiet time with you."

From:

hellorhighwater

"Smart--ooh!--answer." Neil chuckled, letting out a soft huff of surprise when chilly fingertips touched skin heated by dragon fire to warm up. A shiver followed, but that could be credited solely to the soft flutter of that deliberate breath blown against his skin, making his nerves spark with sensation before she blanketed that electrified patch of his neck by sealing a kiss there. He imagined more of those everywhere, maybe peppering his chest and shoulders while she rode him in the moonlight...

Unbidden, he thought of home--crossing the expanse of Nocturne when the moon was high, the only light he really knew beyond torchlight within its borders. Those were the only times he reconsidered his hatred of the Triton, fleetingly, knowing they worshiped at the altar of the Moon, sister to the Sun Goddess. He didn't know much about her, as worship in her name was forbidden in Nocturne...

And yet he knew the Night Dragon kept an altar to her in his rooms. Neil alone was the only person that had ever seen it--in those lonely travels, he longed to know her simply for the company, to know that he mattered to someone when he was most alone. Some nights, without knowledge of the faith or how to pray to her, he spoke to her in simple words and felt a strange kind of serenity in the solitude of her pale light--one that kept a healthy array of spies in the coastal cities and villages controlled by the Triton, making military involvement with those territories infrequent so long as he could provide accurate intelligence to his king.

And suddenly, he wanted it so badly it made his chest ache: to spend a quiet, moonlit night in his mate's arms, sharing that serenity rather than awkwardly reaching for a goddess he wasn't even sure existed, not like he knew the Sun Goddess did.

Drawing back a little to look into Regina's face, Neil grinned, then bent and took a kiss from her, slow and warm and drawn out.

And when it finally broke, he stepped away from her, catching her hand before she was out of his reach as he walked backwards towards the house, pulling her along with him.

From:

fondofapples

There'd been something in his eyes there for a moment, something she really wanted to pursue, but then he was kissing her, making her forget she'd been thinking of anything at all but making love with him in the moonlight.

She made a low sound of protest when he pulled away, but then he grasped her hand and she curled her fingers around his with a happy sort of smile, like a village girl picked for her first dance. He made her feel this way often, even more so than Daniel had, because she hadn't known the alienation of its opposite then. She hadn't stood by while her husband and everyone chose her stepdaughter and anyone but her.

They'd made it into the house before she remembered that peculiar look of yearning in his eyes, but she decided to wait until they were at least to their bedroom to ask about it.

From:

hellorhighwater

Mindful of the fact that they weren't alone, and that little ears fast asleep could be quite keen at inopportune moments, Neil stayed quiet as he led Regina into the house, enjoying the looks he stole at her to find that happy, girlish smile on her face. There was something about slipping silently into the house to make love that smacked just a little of youthful mischief, and it was a damn good look on Regina. He had no such memories of his own--instead of first loves and secret trysts, he'd spent his early teenage years waiting for death to find him in Queens, and later learning how to bleed a man at swordpoint, conceding to an interest in women only after his first roll with a patient and generous whore bought by his buddies in basic on his eighteenth nameday.

As they reached their bedroom, he found himself wondering what it might have been like if things had been different--if, instead of drinking in some rowdy tavern and being led upstairs by that well-endowed redhead with all her charms on full display, he'd caught the eye of a simple miller's granddaughter, dark haired and pale skinned and perfect. Maybe he'd have spent that night doing something just like this--slipping away under cover of darkness to somewhere quiet and pretty with an inviting name like Firefly Hill with that doe eyed girl and her full lipped smiles to laugh and fumble and probably be a disappointment, but still count it as magical because he was young and in love and hadn't yet been seduced by death.

Maybe there never would have been any lonely, moonlit nights if he'd found her sooner. Maybe they'd both have a few less black spots on their hearts...and maybe, if he'd had a few more moments of guileless youth to cherish instead of the hand he'd been dealt, he'd never be here at a party held just for him, with not just Regina to love him, but a bunch of kids he'd die for.

As he shut the bedroom door, Neil decided that maybe the scales were well balanced in that regard--and as he turned to face her again, to take her face between his hands, he found he still wanted to see if he could catch a little taste of moonlit nights that never were as he pulled her in for a kiss.

From:

fondofapples

In no particular hurry either to ask or to bamf them to the roof -- the night was young yet, even though the day had been long -- Regina dropped into the kiss, falling, falling, falling and landing in the soft, buoyant cushion of his love. The kiss went on and on and on, like she'd always dreamed it would be to kiss Daniel on Firefly Hill, and that made her smile beneath his lips.

When they broke briefly to breathe, she was still smiling and her hands had found his chest where they now slowly unbuttoned the first button at his collar. "What were you thinking about before, love? When I decided on the moonlight?" As she asked, she bent to press her lips to the exposed skin in the 'V' of his shirt, and for that brief moment, she was cast back to the very first time she'd kissed Daniel's neck and what an innocent thrill that had been.

Neil did this to her sometimes, made her feel ages younger, stripped of so much of the darkness that poisoned them both, able to enjoy a kiss without it needing to be more--even though it would be more, much more, when they went up to the roof.

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil didn't answer right away, pleasantly distracted by the warmth of her lips against his skin as she slid open the first button of his shirt and pressed a kiss to newly bared skin. He hummed with pleasure instead, a low sound too deep to be heard but rather felt as the hands that framed her face now slid into her hair--not to grip or to hold her close, but just to touch, to encourage.

"All the years I spent alone in the dark." he replied after a moment, remembering almost absently that she'd asked him a question. "When you make your home in a kingdom of eternal night, you discover there's a lot of beauty in it. When you realize you'll never be able to share that beauty with another living soul? That's when it sours...starts to leech into your soul. That's when the dark gets scary."

He tightened his fingers in her hair then, the gentlest of tugs to urge her to look up at him again.

"When you decided on the moonlight...guess I just figured out that's what I wanted for my nameday. For just us, right now--to...share something beautiful in the dark."

From:

fondofapples

"A warrior's body but a poet's soul, my dragon knight." Her voice little more than a murmur, Regina caressed his throat with the warm velvet of her lips. "Do you ever think about what you might have done with your life if the Night Dragon hadn't needed you to fight?"

Without waiting for a response--there would be time for musing later--she continued, "It's your nameday, my love, if you want to make love in the dark, if you want sprinkle each other with colored powders and dance naked..." Abruptly, she laughed, warm and musical then she opened the next button on his shirt. "It seems I want to offer you the world tonight."

She couldn't be blamed for it. He was beautiful in the dark, and in the light. And when he smiled the way he'd been smiling tonight, she'd do anything to keep that light in his eyes, and enjoy the glow of it warming her through. So, her beloved wanted the moonlight and the moonlight he would have; she drew her hands down his sides and then drew forth the mists, slinky and cool against their desire-warming skin. Purple cloaked their vision for a brief moment, and then it spilled away, leaving them atop the roof.

From:

hellorhighwater

The world--and that longing, that yearning brought to life as the violet mist of her magic cleared and left them in darkness pierced only by the luminescence of the moon, turning the world into a perfectly balanced place full of sharp contrasts between light and dark.

There in the dark, her question bounced between his ears, an echo resonating into eternity--into the future, filling the present, and calling to a past where the only thing he had in the world that meant anything, that mattered, was the warm weight of a dragon's fingers wrapped around the back of the neck his mate was kissing. It hearkened back to the fateful night where a touch shared in kindness made him feel something he had not understood, at fourteen, was longing--because he'd given up wanting anything.

Because he'd given up, or so he thought until the Night Dragon promised him a future the only way Neil understood a promise could be kept: with blood and violence and pain.

Looking into Regina's face, pale skin alabaster beneath the moonlight, lips offering a silken kiss of shadow, he felt that same strange feeling again with this woman that wanted to give him the world for no other reason than she loved him. He felt the warm weight of it in his empty chest, not rising up to burn or consume, not seducing him--just there, strong and steady and sinking into his marrow. It didn't hurt--and while tears had been mostly culled from the man that now stood where the hopeless boy had been twenty years ago, Neil's eyes still burned with it.

Taking her face between his hands, Neil bent to press his forehead to hers.

"You." he whispered, sharing her breath. "I had the world the moment that word left your mouth. Everything else is a bonus."