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

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From:

hellorhighwater

Laughing, Neil gave her hand a sharper little tug to pull her closer, releasing her hand to drape his arm around her neck to keep her against his side.

"Assassin." he reminded her, steering her towards the locker room as he kissed the top of her head while they walked. "Trust me, if I can keep a pissed off storm dragon from bustin' down the door of a rundown cottage? I can keep some sweaty musclehead out of the locker room shower I'm fucking my girlfriend in. I may be without a shred of shame when it comes to gettin' my hands on you, but I can be classy about it, y'know?"

From:

fondofapples

Technically, she could keep said 'sweaty muscleheads' out also, but her methods required more preparatory spellcasting than she wanted to take the time for. She'd already spent more time talking than she'd wanted to take the time for, but she didn't regret that, even if he'd looked positively edible from the minute she'd answered his call.

"I'm not sure which of us is the more shameless," she observed instead, tone wry with self-knowledge. "I'm the one who left work early and teleported two cities over for a booty call."

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil smirked, opened his mouth--then shut it with a puzzled frown.

"'Booty call?'...You're makin' that shit up. C'mon, admit it."

From:

fondofapples

"I couldn't make something like that up if I tried." She huffed a soft laugh and reached behind him to pat his ass. "For some reason, 'tap that booty' means have sex. So a 'booty call' is a call made specifically to arrange sex."

She shrugged, cheeks vaguely pink, out of awkwardness with contemporary language rather than any embarrassment about the subject, this time. "I appreciate the bluntness."

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil flinched when she patted his ass--on purpose, complete with a mock scandalized expression before he dissolved into a grin as they entered the locker room.

"That makes about as much sense as blind dating!" he insisted with a laugh, shutting the door behind them. Calling up a ball of dragon fire in his palm, he pushed extra power into it, weaving in a spell through force of will before he tossed the fireball at the door. For an instant, the door caught fire--then the flame vanished, leaving the door unscathed...save for the handle, which was glowing like coals.

"Booty's fuckin' pirate treasure, it's stupid." Neil continued without missing a beat as he walked over and dropped his gym bag on the nearest bench so he could pull out his travel kit for the shower. "Seriously, the world lost its damn mind since I left for the Five Realms, how do you stand it?"

From:

fondofapples

"I don't know," Regina murmured as her gaze ran avidly and unashamedly over the hard muscle of his posterior. He might have finished pulling out his shower supplies before she closed on him and cupped one cheek appreciatively in her palm. "Your ass is a treasure."

She peered around his shoulder and smiled, not quite sheepishly. "Do you feel objectified, love? Because you really, really should."

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil was just pulling out his travel kit when the all too familiar feel of Regina's hand on his ass had him standing up straight a little abruptly, turning his head to look down at her as she grinned at him.

"Maybe a little." he drawled playfully, raising an eyebrow at her before melting into a grin--and twisting around abruptly to stoop, catch her around the waist, and lift her off her feet so they were eye level.

"But if I'm an object? I feel like a pretty goddamn valuable one. Like one of those...what's it called? Antiquities? The ones so valuable you can't say how much they're worth." He paused, stealing a kiss. "Yeah. Like one of those."

From:

fondofapples

"Not an antiquity," she decided as she settled her arms on his shoulders and around his neck. Because she knew he loved it, she scratched lightly at his scalp while she pulled his hair down from the knot he'd tied it up in to exercise. "You're not remotely old enough for that."

She wrapped her legs around him, too, to take the strain off his neck and shoulders and the arm that had been so painful he couldn't sleep only a few days ago, and then answered his stolen kiss by stealing one back, or perhaps just giving another. "I'd say an heirloom, but I don't want anything passed down through the family. An artifact, maybe, or a mastercraft, like a Faberge egg. Unique, priceless, and--" Her smile lost its Faberge-adjacent glittering edges, softening into something intimate and adoring. "Made just for me."

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil almost missed what she said as her hands found their way into his hair, pulling his hair free and scratching gently against his scalp, making his eyes fall shut and pulling a deep, gravelly sigh of pleasure out of him. His eyes only opened when her legs wrapped around his waist, forcing himself to pull his consciousness out of the feel of her hands in his hair so he could make sure to slide a hand under her leg and the other under her ass to better support her weight.

Then she hit him with that smile, and if not for the fact that she was in his arms, his knees might just have turned to jelly under the warmth and the light it held--for him, and him alone.

"Custom job, special order." he assured her, stealing yet another kiss before...

"...what's a faber-shea egg?..."

From:

fondofapples

If they kept up like this, they'd never make it to the shower. Which would be fine if they made it to naked, but they weren't making much progress there, either. And while she could magic their clothes off, then she'd have wardrobe him after when she was too sated to dress him properly.

"I'll show you," she said, even though there were probably far more effective bribes she could offer. It was the one she had to hand, and he did like, love, her magic. "If you promise we get naked and into the shower without passing go."

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil grinned at that--then frowned in puzzlement--then gave up and shook his head as he carried her towards the open door that led to the showers.

"Okay, I know what that is? But I never actually played Monopoly, so I don't get the reference." he admitted, setting her back on her feet when they reached the door. "You got a deal either way, though. But for the record, you suck at negotiating--I'd have agreed even if you didn't bribe me."

From:

fondofapples

"And I'd have given up a great deal more." She grinned and leaned up to take a quick kiss as soon as he set her down, because neither of them was driving an especially hard bargain about anything at the moment--mostly because, gods damn if she didn't get him out of his clothes and under the hot water soon, she was going to lose her mind.

"A Faberge egg," she told him as she began to strip down. "Is one of reputedly 50 jeweled eggs created for the wives and mothers of the Russian Empire. Only 43 remain."

When she'd hung her clothes and stood blissfully, expectantly nude, she conjured one of her favorites, a blue and green peacock in a clear-crystal egg, to show him. It wasn't real, or even made of the real materials, because knowing Neil, now that she was nude, it stood very little chance of surviving more than twenty seconds before it hit the ground.

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil didn't have much to strip off, which put him naked well before Regina after toeing off his sneakers and skinning off his gym shorts. When she conjured the egg, he let out a low whistle as he admired it--a crystal masterpiece like something in the vaults of Lora with its exquisite bird on a gilded perch.

"Now that's pretty nice." he decided with an impressed facial shrug. He admired the egg a moment longer...then looked up at her with a grin before stepping in and leaning down in her personal space.

"You're still prettier." he informed her just before his lips met hers in a longer, hungrier kiss.

From:

fondofapples

Prettier. Not more beautiful. Not hotter. Not sexier. Prettier, like a village lass, and instead of that seeming insulting, it felt like precisely what it was: an acknowledgment of his preference for her living, breathing, human body over anything that might be glittering and more perfect.

And to her surprise, the egg didn't fall. She simply banished it as his body met hers, immediately enthralled by the kiss of the inferno beneath his skin everywhere they touched. The muscles of his arm twitched under her fingers and his skin felt sticky with dried sweat, reminding Regina that this kiss, the achy heat between her thighs, wasn't the entire reason they'd sought out this location.

She skimmed her hand over his forearm to find his fingers, twined theirs together, and squeezed, nudging him back toward the empty showers behind them. With several quick gestures, she turned all of the geysers of hot water on at once.

From:

hellorhighwater

The sudden explosion of hot water around them almost immediately elevated the temperature a degree or two, startling Neil and putting a smile on his face as he looked down at her. The way in which she remembered his weaknesses--and never used them against him, even the night they met when she gave him light to banish the specter of the Night Dragon--would never stop being amazing.

"That's definitely one non-sexual way to heat things up." he chuckled, leading her over to one of the hot sprays. Testing it, and unsurprised to find it borderline scalding, Neil looked to their joined hands and spoke a quiet spell. A ripple of light like burning coals passed from his fingers and into hers, fading rapidly as the small wave of energy spread across her skin.

"Protection spell--just in case." he explained before stepping under the spray himself, sighing as the water's heat sank into him. "Wasn't kidding about the water. It's hot, but it won't hurt you."

From:

fondofapples

"Thank you," seemed the simplest and shortest thing to say in the moment, when what she wanted was right here and two-fold: him, and to see him warm enough that the dragon fire couldn't leach away his body heat.

Because she'd waited long enough for the first and the second would happen along with it, she simply tugged him by their joined hand and walked him around in a half-circle, and then released him when she stood between him and the shower wall. Smiling wickedly, she made a second half-turn herself, planted her hands against the shower wall, spread her feet and looked back over her shoulder.

"Stop talking, Neil."

From:

hellorhighwater

Watching her put herself on display like that, demanding to be taken--and with that coquettish little look over her shoulder, Neil had to wonder how one woman could be so fucking adorable and filthy at the same time. It seemed impossible...but that was, apparently, Regina Mills' stock in trade.

He needed no further urging to shut his mouth and step up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist as he pressed the line of her back against his body to keep him from shoving her against the wall. His free hand curled over her shoulder as he bent to kiss her, hard and slow and...

...hungry.

He recognized the dragon fire, touching the dry tinder of his thoughts to give itself a home in the middle of his brain--but he could no more stop it than he could prevent it from slowly consuming his own body heat, meaning that the kiss quickly turned aggressive, his body surging forward to pin her against the wall from hips to shoulders. His free hand tangled in her hair as he broke the kiss, tugging her head aside so he could rake his teeth over the hinge of her jaw, map the line of her neck with lips and tongue, setting his teeth against her shoulder...

Hungry.

Neil froze, taking a slow, deep breath to clear his head, to fight those sharp and hungry edges that were forming in his mind again--edges that latched onto his chosen substitute for bloodlust, magnifying desire and possessive affection into something harsher, something he didn't like, just because the fire wanted something to burn.

Pressing his nose against the skin of her shoulder, he took another deep breath, filling his lungs with her scent, and drew the heat out of the air, the steam and hot water that was abating the chill until the temperature had dropped around them by a good ten degrees, and those edges in his thoughts started to fade while the fire started devouring the extra heat.

With a shaky sigh, Neil rubbed his cheek against her shoulder with a stiff scrape of his beard, the grip on her hair gentling just a little so he could turn her head back around for another kiss.

From:

fondofapples

The second his hand pressed to her abdomen, lifting her hips back against his, her knees went weak with a desire so primal it seemed wrong to think of it as desire. It was need, the mating drive, pure and perfectly simple, and--

"Oh-ahh," she all but whined at the rough tug of his hand in her hair that yanked her neck aside and the fierce mating mark his teeth wanted to leave in her shoulder. She walked her legs another step apart and pushed her hips back, so ready for the sharp, ungentle thrust of his cock claiming her that--

Didn't happen. Why? Abruptly the air around them was cooling, and he was shaky. She turned her head at his pull and met his kiss, tongue tangling eagerly, hungrily, with his. She almost reached behind her to take hold of his cock to impale herself on it, almost. But her body wanted the physiological submission he'd offered--

"M'not gonna break if you fuck me like a paid whore, Neil, want you," she slurred, already too needy to bother with niceties of pronunciation or asking.

From:

hellorhighwater

...and just like that, the fire was seeping out of his veins and right back into his brain.

The sounds she made hit him like a fist to the gut, and the sound of her voice, fucking drunk with need--it opened every door he closed in his head and let the fire in. Oddly, it didn't push him forward again, but danced through his thoughts, licked through grey matter like it did through his veins, and made him burn for the things it wanted--the things they both wanted.

Hungry.

With a low, broken sound, he pressed his face against the curve of her neck again--and this time he bit hard, not enough to break skin but to bring that promise of it, let him taste the ghost of it against his tongue when he ran it over the angry mark he left behind. Tightening his arm around her, he surged forward again, pinning her between his body and the wall as his hand slid out of her hair, down her side and over her hip before he was doing just that: guiding his cock towards her body so he could push in hard, shove himself into her with a couple of rough thrusts--

And growled at the wet heat that welcomed him, his face dropping to her shoulder for a moment before he raked his teeth over that curve of skin.

From:

fondofapples

For several heartbeats, he didn't move and she wondered if she'd pushed too hard, offered too much, made the wrong comparisons, but it didn't matter because her heart was pounding, fluttering in the hollow of her throat, and she needed him. If she couldn't tell him what she wanted, then--

Then his teeth took the curve of her neck like a stallion took bit a mare, and it hurt--it sent his fire tearing through her, opening her veins with the sharp edges of his need, and left her shaking, cunt open and hand scrabbling behind her in desperate quest for some contact with him, some reassurance that he wouldn't leave her wanting.

Then there he was, slamming forward into her and her breath tore free from her chest on a broken sob of pleasure, her free arm slid up the wall to brace and she pressed her forehead into it. "Yes, like that. Neil, please."

From:

hellorhighwater

Ember's Balls, the broken sound she made as he drove himself into her tore something in him wide open, hungrier than dragon fire, dangerously close to bloodlust, and somehow tender at the same time. The way she trembled, clawed at him for purchase, braced herself against the wall to take more of him...

It felt like he could break her apart if he really tried, and it was intoxicating.

He drew back and slammed into her again, stilling for a moment to lift his head from her shoulder and tighten his arm around her a little more--running a hand along her side, making sure she was really okay, that the way she shook and cried out and tensed was because of desire and not pain beyond the marks he left on her.

When he was sure, when the tension thrumming through her begged for more far better than she could with words, Neil's free hand fell to her hip, the arm around her waist making sure he didn't shove her too roughly into the wall--and set a punishing pace, giving her what she asked for and what he hadn't known he wanted until she'd asked him for it.

He fucked her hard, he lost himself in the animal need for her body, and left more than just the one bite along her neck and shoulder as he drove himself relentlessly into her with no other thought than for release.

From:

fondofapples

By the time he stopped to stroke her flank, soothe her and assure himself that she really wanted this, she was pulsing around his cock so hard she wasn't entirely sure she wouldn't come without him moving again. She forced herself still, the best she could, stopping everything but the small movements of her pelvis she couldn't seem to control, down to lift her ass in invitation, then up to squeeze around him. But if he didn't start moving again soon, she was going to do it for him.

She bit her bottom lip and squeezed her eyes shut, and blessed fuck, somehow he figured out that yes, she actually wanted this and no she wasn't just saying it, and he could (yes, please) give in to his body's need and just have her. A few blistering moments into it, she pushed the arm around her waist up and took his fingers in her mouth and her own free hand cupped her cunt, the heel of it against her clit and her fingers split around his cock. She wasn't just saying yes, she was saying please goddamn fuck yes--she'd been needing this.

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil couldn’t form a single rational thought with her cunt already fluttering and clenching around him with the promise of her release, hips coaxing him into moving harder and faster, her beautiful mouth wrapping around his fingers to suck and to tease. Then she slid her hand down to touch herself, and him as his cock slid in and out between her fingers, and it punched the breath right out of his lungs, the rapid and relentless rhythm of his hips stuttering along with his breath.

It was a good fucking thing she was so close, because he didn’t think he could last. Not with the way she seemed hell bent on being taken and taken over, not when she was taking him so beautifully, open and wanton and completely debauched in his arms—pulling him, dragging him past the point where he could remember things like control or restraint.

“Regina...can’t...can’t wait, gonna come...want you to come with me...”

From:

fondofapples

If she'd had the breath for it, she would've laughed that even plowing her like spring field he was worried about her coming at all, let alone with him. But she had no breath, no thought, nothing but her body responding to the stiff cock serving her the fuck she'd craved since he first took her to bed.

She growled around his fingers, bit down hard, and shoved her hips back, demanding he finish the way he'd been, not softening to try to bring her along. She was coming anyway, the heel of her hand grinding against her clit hardly necessary with the pounding she was taking--and the freedom to be just a woman with needs and not a queen.

From:

hellorhighwater

The unexpected sting that came when she fucking bit his hand had Neil snarling, lust and pain mingling into something that the fire liked, a fine line between desire and rage--true blood lust, with his own orgasm coiling hot in his belly, his skin burning hot again as the fire rose in his veins to consume. It wanted this as badly as Regina did, as badly as Neil himself wanted it...and took away what little control he had left to do anything else but feel.

Jerking his fingers from her mouth, for one brief instant they lay against her throat--wrapped around her slim neck without pressure, but lingered there for a long moment before they slid away, his arm around her waist again so he could pound into her the way she wanted. She wanted him to take her like this, and he would--brand himself into her body so she'd still feel him deep later on. He'd leave her beautiful mouth clear so nothing would stop him from hearing her scream and sob his name when she came...

His orgasm took him by surprise, hips snapping a few more times before it hit him hard, and as he snarled with the force of his pleasure, left a nasty imprint of his teeth on her shoulder to match the one he'd branded her neck with before as he surged against her back, pressing her hard into the wall of the shower when he came.