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

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From:

fondofapples

"You know, I almost said it, Dahgo." Regina pressed her palm against his chest to hold him against her. "To trust me not to use it against you. I'm not asking you to give up your own judgement, just to let me say, 'no, this is not okay' and have you accept that with me."

She stepped back then to gesture up and down with one hand, calling conjuring mist in to cloak her. When it faded out, she wore sandals, a black swimsuit with a plunging back and sheer swoosh beneath her breasts and across to her hip, and covered with a pretty gold and red sarong that knotted at her hip.

"I believe that you can take the pain, but you're my knight, not his assassin, here. And I wouldn't be worth your affections if I let you suffer."

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil watched her change with magic, smiling a little as the smoke cleared to reveal--okay, he'd forgotten about bathing suits. Making a mental note to ask Regina how she felt about bikinis, he got to his feet and turned to face her, absently running a hand back over his head and down the neat braid she'd done. Snug, tidy, but not so tight that it would cause a headache.

"For the record? You're worth more on your worst day than the Sun Goddess on her best." he assured her, wrapping his good arm around her waist to pull her in for a kiss.

...okay, just once he was gonna show off.

Breaking the kiss, Neil took a small step back, calling a large ball of dragon fire to life in the palm of his good hand. Using the pain in his arm as a focus, he drew the heat back into himself, transforming the sparking red-white flame as the leaping fire dwindled and faded. In its place was a glowing ball of iridescent white, one that contracted and glazed when he curled his fingers--an orb of raw magic, nestled into his palm.

Concentrating, Neil shut his eyes and crushed the shimmering orb in his fingers. It wasn't Regina's conjuring mist, but there was a sudden explosion of smoke on an invisible breeze, cloaking Neil and blowing back away from his body. It dissipated quickly, leaving him standing there breathing like he'd run a sprint...wearing black trunks, no shirt, and for Regina's peace of mind had also conjured a sling to support his bad arm, strapping it neatly to his chest.

"For the record," he panted, gesturing with his good arm and grinning with unabashed pride, "I can only do that when I'm in pain. Gives me a focus...see? You're not...the only one that can...flirt with magic."

From:

fondofapples

One of her favorite things about being with him was this, how he would haul her close to kiss her As punctuation on a thought, or as part of a smile. It made ludicrous statements like her being worth more than the Sun Goddess slightly less bald-faced flattery and slightly more love-addled sweetness.

It also had the effect of settling her enough that him engaging his dragon fire (that could make him sick!) When he was already in pain didn't turn her into a shrieking harpy. As she always did when he worked new magic, she paid close attention to see what she could learn of it. What she learned this time was that this magic was more beautiful than it was efficient, and it took far more out of him than she was happy with. But she wasn't going to complain about the results. Not when the view was so damn good.

"I was acquiescing to your request that I get warm and wet too. I don't have a swimsuit yet." She turned and headed for the door, expecting him to follow. "And flirting. But if you don't stop pushing yourself to prove you're okay, my flirting is all you'll be enjoying tonight."

From:

hellorhighwater

"Well, I don't have one either." He pointed out with a breathless laugh as he followed her. "And what if someone else is in there? I'm not sloggin' around in wet gym shorts, and I'm not peeling down naked. This here's a one woman show, angel."

Catching up to walk alongside her, Neil bent to kiss the top of her head as they walked.

"And the will of the gods upon my tongue: I wasn't pushing. Just showin' off for the hottie." He swore in reassurance. "I can separate dragon fire into its components--fire and magic. But the magic is raw, I can't control it with spellcraft. Making it do anything is brute force...I don't just keep in shape for combat, that shit is pure cardio at work. It even helped a little! The look on your face made me forget my arm hurt for a minute."

From:

fondofapples

"I wasn't pushing, says the man who is out of breath from changing clothes," Regina scoffed, rolling her eyes, but there was a gentleness to it that belied the hint of temper in her words.

She did know the difference between cardiovascular exertion and cardiovascular stress, but pain weakened the system and she worried for him, especially in the wake of his confession that his powers could make him sick. Which was why she kept her stride leisurely and reached for his hand: to encourage him to take it slow, relax, absorb the comfort of being sheltered and safe with her.

As they walked, she wove and rewove their fingers, stroking sometimes his palm, sometimes the webbing between thumb and forefinger, sometimes the side of his hand with her thumb. She wanted him quiet, so he would sleep, so she pitched her voice just for him and said, "You don't need to show off for me. I already couldn't be more attracted to you."

From:

hellorhighwater

It still felt strange, an ill fit, but walking with Regina's hand in his, holding on and touching and rubbing soothing little circles or gently caressing the lines of his fingers was doing its job. A feeling of stillness and calm settled into him, a place in his core that he'd come to associate with Regina. It was a place filled with the white noise he embraced to let himself kill, but it wasn't filled with the voice of darkness swallowing his light: it was breath, the whisper of skin shifting in the dark, soft words and hungry sighs. It was warm, seductive, and somehow still serene.

It drew him into returning every little touch, their fingers dancing as his thumb trailed across the back of his hand while she caressed his palm, fingers mapping her knuckles when she'd remesh their hands or stroke the skin between his fingers. His thoughts got lost in the sweet tangle so he almost missed what she said--almost, but not quite.

"I know I don't need to." he assured her, bringing their joined hands to his lips so he could kiss the back of her hand as he flashed her a smile. "But I like to. I like the way you look at me when I do something you think is cool." He paused, his smile growing as he leaned in a little to gently bump her shoulder with his arm. "Even if you wanna smack me for it at the same time. It's like...I dunno. Like you're seeing me for the first time again. First time from my perspective, anyway--when you caught me on the network."

From:

fondofapples

"Like I'm surprised and not sure whether to be annoyed or pleased?" she teased him and tugged their joined hands over to her mouth for a kiss in return for his.

"Too bad you don't have the memory of the actual first time I saw you." Her voice dipped, growing smoky and suggestive. "But you didn't get that in the other world either. I caught the line of your back while you were saying god only knows what and needed a minute before I could answer you." Another tease, but not untruthful; she'd found him attractive since the first moment, but she liked this version of him much better.

From:

hellorhighwater

What little he knew of the version of himself she'd met before, Neil wasn't sure he much liked himself, but he had to be grateful to the idiot for being in the right place at the right time: if not for him, Regina might never have asked him out for drinks that first time.

"Well, at least I have the memory of the first time I saw you. In person." he pointed out, grinning as he pulled her closer, then released her hand so he could drape his arm around her shoulders instead, letting him kiss her temple or just press his face against the top of her head if he wanted to while they walked. "When you damn near teleported on top of me. I think the first thing that popped into my head was 'hot damn.'"

From:

fondofapples

His 'hot damn' brought a sweet, almost shy, feminine smile to her lips although her body stiffened slightly as she turned in the circle of his arm to look up at him. She shook her head very slightly and raised a hand to his jaw; her thumb stroked along the bone but seemed to linger along with her gaze.

"Why?" she asked when she could resist it no longer. Vanity was one of her besetting sins, but it wasn't that prompting her to ask. It was, instead, the awareness of who she was and how many terrible things she'd done. He knew enough of it to at least exercise self-preservation, and yet every time she reached for him, he slid even closer than she'd invited him. After everything they'd already been through tonight alone, it was both a stupid question and an answer she needed like breathing. "What do you see when you look at me?"

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil huffed with silent laughter at the question, but as he looked into her face he saw something there that sobered him.

Stopping in his tracks, he turned to face her with a puzzled expression, even while he leaned his head into her touch.

"...you really don't know, do you?" he murmured, his good hand lifting to caress her cheek with the backs of his fingers. "You don't get--"

He stopped, rolled his lips together in thought, trying to find the words to explain the light and shadow he saw, the strength, the fire that not even her blackest sins could obscure...the pure heart buried under miles of scar tissue.

"I see Nocturne when I look at you." he finally replied. "An endless, indomitable night--but inevitably broken by the violent colors and glimpses of the sun in your twilight smile. I see a thousand times a thousand points of light and starshine in your darkness, and the fire you burn to keep that dark at bay and fill the world with life despite the shadow." He paused, another huff of laughter, this time awestruck rising from his chest.

"I see the hope she gave a skinny orphan by opening her arms and accepting him into her world. I see the magic she revealed to him when she laid hands on his stained heart and saw something worthy of her--not because he was noble or even good, but because her darkness matched his...and she wasn't afraid."

He smiled after a moment, nodding more to himself than for her benefit, feeling a strange sense of pleasure and accomplishment for finding the words.

"I see Nocturne when I look at you, Regina. I see home."

From:

fondofapples

Just this once, she forced herself to resist the exquisite tenderness of a lover's fingers against the curve of her cheek. She didn't close her eyes or tilt her head or seek to savor that touch -- although she wanted to. She very much wanted to fall into that caress, let the sweetness of it wrap around her, and to never come out.

But she needed to know, needed the words, and instead of softening, falling that much harder, that much more in love with his touch, her gaze scanned his face avidly, and the lines of her body were tense with naked need.

What do you see in me?
...a second chance.

Neil wasn't her second chance or her third. She'd stepped outside her storyline into another. He wasn't Robin and she wasn't his second chance. So what was she to him? What did he see? Why her?

She didn't know what to expect, but she was prepared for him to tell her that it was magic and chemistry, that she was beautiful, that he trusted her, any number of answers that might have been acceptable alone or in combination. Whatever she thought she was prepared for, it wasn't this... this outpouring of spirit and poetry, a warrior's heart. She had nowhere to put that much emotion that would make it safe, or even comprehensible.

She knew how to be a lover and to mother a man's child. As much as it made her sick to think it, her mother and Leopold had groomed her for that job. But how did you 'be' someone's home? How did she 'act' as his inspiration? How did she mirror that and give it back to him? I see home was terrifying, and beautiful, like a blanket of stars, and she didn't know whether to wrap herself in it or run from it.

Her chest had seized so tightly, she definitely had no idea what to say to it. Her hands shook, fingers trembling nervelessly when she set both hands (gently, carefully) on his chest. Every nerve that didn't work in her arms and hands sparked and fired in her lower back, until she thought her knees might give out from under her. She wet lips gone dry with nerves and uncertainty but found she had no words except, "Neil, I..."

From:

hellorhighwater

Before she could finish the statement, Neil's hand lifted to gently cover her mouth without strength--lay there, not to stifle her but simply to call for silence.

"Perfect conquest through perfect submission." he replied quietly, almost a whisper. "Not magic and salvation--dahgo is a choice, not a destiny--a trial, not a test. What I give to you, I give without promise of redemption, without expectation...without hope."

Letting his hand drop from her mouth, he covered one of the hands on his chest and slid it up so he could grip her fingers with the hand that protruded from his sling.

"I'm not waiting to hear it, Regina. I don't need to, I don't want to. Say it when you're ready, when I try to shut you up and you say it anyway. Don't say it out of obligation, say it it out of spite. When you say it...don't say it because I love you. Say it because you love me."

From:

fondofapples

Before Neil could drop his fingers away from her mouth, she bit them. Hard. And then she waited for him to finish talking to say, "Don't ever tell me what to say and what not to say," she snapped, raw emotion and physicality-invoked memories of her mother a bad combination.

Her hands trembled, both from her frustration at her own reaction and from his finally saying words she hadn't realized she'd been waiting for. She knew he loved her. Knew she loved him, too. But hearing it...

She shook her head and gave him a softer look, apologetic, while her free hand stroked his chest over his heart. "I wasn't going to say it, Neil. I was going to say that I didn't know what to say, but I didn't have the words for that, either."

It was too much, this conversation in the halls that led to the rock springs. They weren't alone. They were exposed. And she felt impossibly vulnerable. By now he knew her well enough that even if he couldn't read the gesture magic, he had to expect the teleportation mist and the temporary disorientation and relocation that left them in a private, quiet area of the springs.

From:

hellorhighwater

The bite made him hiss, but all he did was curl his fingers in loosely to soothe the sting. He'd obviously hit a button of some kind--one he made a mental note not to push again.

And he felt kind of stupid for making assumptions...but she was still here. Not freaking out, not running away. He wasn't sure what to expect, but when he caught the channeling gesture she used to teleport, he didn't hesitate to slide his arm around her--to make it easier, and out of a small sense of relief. Obviously, if she wanted to be alone with him, she wasn't going anywhere, right?

When the mist of her spell cleared and he saw where they were, he relaxed a little and leaned forward to press his nose against her hairline, just to breathe her in.

"Sorry I pushed a button--and I'm sorry I made assumptions." he sighed, drawing back with a smile. "I just...I guess I jumped to conclusions 'cause I already know it's true. So..."

He trailed off, looking into her eyes with hope, despite what he said before.

"Did I push too hard? Am I gettin' in that water alone? Or...are we good, and you'll keep tryin' to take care of me while I try to seduce you?"

From:

fondofapples

Because she'd told him not to, she didn't reach up to stop his mouth. Let him say the things he needed to say, because sometimes hurt and fear needed out, not just soothed. She knew that better than almost anyone.

When he'd finished, that was when she took her hand to his jaw and murmured, "Apology for button-pushing accepted. Not for assuming something that's always in my eyes and in my touch." And riding her tongue more often than not. She loved him, but for a little while longer, she needed to remember those words being for Robin. She needed not to say them until she wasn't afraid it would mean him being ripped away from her.

"We're good, Neil. I just didn't want a possible audience anymore. I wanted to be alone with you."

From:

hellorhighwater

"Okay." he replied softly, leaning into the touch of her hand on his jaw. That, he needed more than anything, the reassurances he'd come to look for that had precisely those words hidden in their depths: every kiss, every sweep of her fingers or caress of her knuckles, every moment when she looked at him with that wide-eyed light in her gaze.

Shutting his eyes, he reached up to catch her hand, to press his lips against the center of her palm, centering himself at the same time. He gave himself a moment to stop looking, to let go of even the fear of pushing too far too soon. That wasn't the point--the point was to trust it, to accept it...to anticipate nothing, even inevitable rejection or suffering. A clean cut, a surgical separation, a removal of the heart.

It was a hard thing to do...but easier, knowing her hands were outstretched and waiting to take that heart from him.

It was just a couple of seconds before he lifted his head, released her hand--then scowled down at his sling, shifting to try and slide it off so he could slide into the water. Regina's charm had faded enough that he was definitely feeling it again.

"Fucking stupid--aren't these things supposed to ease pain? Ember's Balls..."

From:

fondofapples

When he closed his eyes, she used those seconds to pull herself back together, regather her poise as much as she could, but she found with his lips pressed to her palm and his breathing slowing as he found dahgo that it wasn't much at all. Every time he needed her, it stripped another layer of her defenses and her resistance, the polish that covered her sheer terror that if she admitted out loud she loved him, it would be like Robin and Marian and her all over again only it would be Robin she couldn't save and Neil she had to leave. That, or he would simply be gone in the night and she would be alone again.

But his impotent anger at the sling, that gave her back a bit of herself. She rapped her knuckles lightly on his forehead. He was in pain again, so there was no smile to accompany it, just a gently chiding, "Quit struggling like a rabbit in a snare and relax a minute," and then she walked around behind him to untie the knot that held the sling in place.

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil opened his mouth to insist he could get it on his own--but shut his mouth after a moment, remembering his promise to let her help, even leaned back a little so she didn't have to stretch.

Once she got it loose, Neil eased the sling off and tossed it off to one side--then impatiently called a tongue of dragon fire to life from his fingertip and flicked it onto the sling, which burned like flash paper, leaving no ash behind.

"That was incredibly satisfying." he declared aloud, arm cradled protectively against his stomach with a sigh as he looked over his shoulder at Regina with a smile. "You were right about comin' down here--feel better already."

From:

fondofapples

"Already?"

Regina waited until he turned back to slip off the sarong, and then she stepped out in front of him. No, it wasn't a bikini and men did tend to prefer them, but she knew what she looked like in a form-fitting shadow of black and sheer mesh.

"Here I thought I was going to have to work for that, at least a little."

From:

hellorhighwater

Taking her in when he turned around, Neil was pretty sure she had no fucking idea what she looked like--because 'hot' didn't begin to cover it.

"Better--not perfect." he corrected, moving closer to slide his good arm around her waist. "Perfect just happened--fuck, I'm a lucky bastard to be on your arm, have I mentioned that?"

From:

fondofapples

"You're not on my arm. I'm in yours," she protested, oddly embarrassed by the sentiment, as though it somehow turned him into eye candy or a trophy consort just by the saying.

She shoved him lightly in the ribs. "Quit making time and get in the water. I'm as seduced as I'm going to get." Probably. "And we haven't had a bath together yet."

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil narrowed his eyes with a smile, and a raised eyebrow after getting shoved.

"Spoilsport." he teased out of the corner of his mouth, turning to slip into the water with a sigh. "Well, if you're not gonna get any more seduced? There goes my fun--maybe I'll just rest. Bad arm and all, probably shouldn't strain myself..."

From:

fondofapples

As soon as he'd settled onto a stone ledge, Regina slipped into the water to join him. Except that she didn't sit on the ledge, but draped herself over his lap, careful not to jostle his injured arm. "I said I was as seduced as I was going to get. Not as sated," she murmured and then took the deep, sweet kiss she'd been wanting.

From:

hellorhighwater

With his good arm, Neil eased himself into the water, hissing in appreciation of the heat until he was seated comfortably where he could lean back--

--and end up with a lapful of Regina, kissing him, drinking him down in a greedy, gentle kiss that made all the parts of him the water couldn't reach melt.

With a hum of pleasure, he kissed her back, good arm lifting so he could curl his hand around the back of her neck to keep her close, even when they had to part for air. He shifted his bad arm without thinking, making him wince for a moment, but the pain only served to remind him where he'd be if she hadn't come to chew him out: wide staring awake, spots in the edges of his vision--alone and paranoid, like he was every other time this shit went down. Be it his arm or his knee or some other lingering injury from a lifetime spent in combat, it was always his and never different.

It didn't hit him, until his arm twinged, safely tucked between their bodies, that dealing with the pain reminded him a lot of his old life in Queens.

Instead of upsetting him, though, it made him smile as his hand slid away to cradle her cheek.

"Hey," he murmured, brushing his mouth against the scar on her upper lip, "I didn't say it yet, but...thanks for savin' me from..."

He wiggled the fingers of his bad arm--and immediately regretted it as it sent a lance of pain up the whole damn thing.

From:

fondofapples

The clutch around her heart eased with the yielding sweetness in their kiss, both of them needing to reconnect and slaking the need at once. It lasted a long spell, though not nearly long enough for the other needs he stirred in her heart to be soothed; those, she thought, might never be truly eased. She'd had too little of this and craved it too much.

Still, she shifted to tuck herself more closely against him after, moving carefully to avoid further hurting his arm, since she'd felt but didn't remark on the wince--the first time. But when the idiot wiggled his fingers while trying to thank her, her expression became a glare. "Put that arm in the water and leave it there. It needs the heat." And because he wasn't listening fast enough, she lay her hand over the arm and recast the pain relief charm, adding a kiss of magical heat this time.

"It's the dragon fire that does it. Makes the bone cold and brittle when it steals your body heat." She sounded and felt aggrieved by it, that something dared to hurt him, while she had her hands on him even.