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

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From:

hellorhighwater

Neil lost the thread for a brief moment as her fingers carded through his hair, but once the touch was gone, he shook some sense back with a brisk shake of his head.

"Okay: in bed." he replied to her remark, then immediately leaned in to drop a quick peck against her mouth with a chuckle, rising to his feet at the same time with only a little stiffness.

"Kidding, I'm kidding." he assured her, taking a moment to flex the stiffness out of his bad knee with a couple bends of the joint. "Here or the couch, whichever's better for ya."

From:

fondofapples

"You're lucky you're hot." To call him 'cute' would be a criminal disservice, and she tended to reserve more effusive praise for when post-coital bliss could cover a multitude of emotional excesses.

As he stretched, she lay her fingers against his knee and cast her pain relief and warming charms on it. No more necessary than the way he channeled heat into her whenever he touched her, especially now, but prophylactic. Keeping him out of pain and warm meant less sleepless nights of agony and less fevers, too.

Then she stood, delicately reversing the arch in her back to stretch it and her hips, before she padded barefoot across the plush carpet to drape herself facedown on her couch.

From:

hellorhighwater

"Yeah, I'm lucky I'm hot, too--or else you'd never have asked me out that first night, since I'm a goddamn chowderhead in some other universe." he replied with a smile, thanking her for the small use of magic with a hand sliding along her spine as she passed by him--but not without a raised eyebrow, too. He had, after all, been trying to get her to avoid a small and needless use of magic.

Following her over to the couch, he waited for her to stretch out, then knelt next to the couch--her charms would keep the joint limber enough to settle in for a little while without making him limp. Sliding his hands over her back, he let his palms sweep up and down her back a couple of times with a sigh before he started channeling heat into the muscles as his fingers began to apply pressure at her shoulder blades, sliding firmly through knots of tension to ease them once the heat had loosened them.

"Sometimes I wanna bring your ex-husband back to life just so I can slap him for bein' a moron." he murmured, bending to kiss her shoulder. "You are so goddamn beautiful--then you figure out what's all under that fabulous body, and it turns touchin' you into a religious experience. Eh, I take it back. He can stay dead--you're all fuckin' mine."

From:

fondofapples

At the lift of his eyebrow, she tossed off a small, easy shrug and might have said that she'd willingly pay any price to spare him pain, but then he was running his mouth, and there was neither point nor need.

"Your stupid has taken a turn for the poetic and decidedly sweet, dragon knight," she all but purred and stretched languidly as her muscles went liquid under his hands. He made her feel so good, mind and body and soul, whenever he touched her; she thanked whatever gods or self-awareness had kept her from being too stubborn and angry to let them have this moment.

"I've never been a religious experience for anyone else." She reached back with her trailing arm to touch him, pass love from fingers to whatever part of him she could reach. "I like being yours." His, and his religious experience. Which reminded her of how she'd let him believe she was his goddess during his fever.

"I love you." The words came out soft and low, forever a confession, and forever tinged with the fear that feeling it, let alone saying it, was tempting fate. But not saying it, not letting him know what he meant to her, that was worse.

From:

hellorhighwater

“Jon dahgo—I love you, too.” He replied quietly, smiling at the confessional tone she used whenever she said it. Paired with that affectionate, half blind caress of her hand running over his leg when she reached for him was both thrilling and calming, settling that cold and restless thing in his chest that he was slowly learning was the thing that gave him pleasure in killing—the heat of blood and the silence that came after a heart stopped beating had been the only thing before Regina that could warm that chill, calm that restlessness.

Now he had the emptiness inside to calm it most times, the warmth of her love instead of fresh blood to give it heat.

Finding a larger knot of tension between her shoulder blades, Neil laid his palm flat against it and channeling heat directly into the muscle. Her whole back was knotted and tight—was it always like this when she was working?

“I might make these breaks mandatory when you’re home workin’.” He murmured, lifting his hand to dig a thumb into the knot he’d been heating. “Specifically for backrubs. Ember’s Balls, you’re tense.”

From:

fondofapples

"That happens when I narrowly avoid a fight with my mate," she shot back and then immediately let out a sharp yelp at his thumb pressing into a knot between her shoulder blades.

The yelp hung in the air only to be replaced by a whimper and then a softer moan. Fuck, he had the most incredible hands. And that he was willing to use them for her comfort and pleasure...how had she gotten so lucky?

Of course, she didn't say that. "Mandatory breaks? Prove you'll make it worthwhile."

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil grit his teeth a little when she cried out, but he kept pressure and channeled more heat through his fingers to ease the discomfort until the knot eased and she made sounds that were downright pornographic.

Her challenge made him smile as he leaned down to kiss her temple with a rough sigh rumbling in her ear.

“Beloved, if I try to prove it right now? You won’t be goin’ back to work at your desk in twenty minutes.” He warned, laughing just a little. “And a knight keeps his word, right? Part of the whole redemption thing, too, I’d wager.”

From:

fondofapples

Regina lowered her head again, smothering a chuckle and a pale flush. "That was not what I meant." She'd meant this, with the back rub, and his amazing hands, but of course he'd taken it in a sexual direction. Everything was an innuendo with them eventually, so he was only cutting to the chase. "But I appreciate your forbearance, my love."