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Her daughter running the stables meant Regina knew the horses from head to hock and beyond. She knew their temperaments, their quirks, their hearts... and it also meant that there was no one but Snow or the cowboy to bother her if she happened to slip out to the stables in the middle of the night.

Tonight, the moon had come up full and huge, and her memories likewise. Stolen kisses with Daniel, secret assignations with Mal or Tinkerbell, the clock in the tower stuck at 8:15 with the moon behind it, Neverland nights trying to find Henry, moonlit walks with Robin, and incongruously also moonlit rides with Graham and the wolf pack trying to find Snow. In an effort to banish them, she'd gone to the stall of her favorite, a pinto half-Arabian mare named Compass Rose who went by the barn name of Grace, with a grooming basket and carrots. The peaceful night, punctuated by the munching of hay, the whisk of Grace's tail or the soft whuffle when her muzzle looted Regina's pockets for treats, called to something in Regina, a deep, nameless yearning that ached and ached and ached.

At length, grooming the mare couldn't staunch the flow of grief, and Regina gave in to that yearning. She slipped a hackamore over Grace's head, transmuted her clothes to riding breeches and a loose-fitting top, and led the mare out of the barn. It had been half a century since the last time, but Regina leaped up to her bare back as nimbly as a rodeo acrobat, murmured praise to Grace and together they escaped into the night.

Date: 2017-05-07 04:17 am (UTC)
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Escaping into the night was something Dyson was good at. And though he didn't have a moon born physiological urge to change there was something about the night and the the way it was lit up by the moon.

He'd shed his clothes some way from the inn, in a field at the back of the barn, and after a long hunt loped back to where he'd left them.

Date: 2017-05-08 11:49 pm (UTC)
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He heard the horse before he saw it, smelled it too but that wasn't unusual as he was approaching the barn the scent of the woman buried underneath it faint enough he didn't recognize it.

He slowed, shifting even as he moved not wishing to scare the animal more than he had as he approached his clothes.

Then he saw Regina and stopped.

Date: 2017-05-09 02:20 am (UTC)
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"I didn't ask for any," her annoyance pricked his own and his voice held a growl. He paced the few yards to where he'd stashed his clothes and picked up his jeans gesturing with them before he started pulling them on.

"And would you rather I shift out here or in the hall by my room Highness? Doors require thumbs, and keys or someone to let you in if you don't have those handy. Middle of the night. Don't see a lot of people behind the barn this time of day." Except her, he always seemed to run into her in the darkness.

Date: 2017-05-09 04:12 pm (UTC)
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"We're not your kingdom," so what she was queen of exactly he didn't know. Even if a part of him, the part that had pledged loyalty to Trick, knew that a kingdom didn't make a king. Or queen.

"I come out to just before the tree line, in a sheltered area behind the barn when I shift to minimize who sees it." He knew the lie for what it was, he'd kissed her after all, but he didn't call her out choosing to needle her in other ways.

"And might I suggest investing in a blindfold?" His growled words were half chide and half amused arousal. Other parts of him were all amused arousal so thank goodness for his pants.

Date: 2017-05-09 06:27 pm (UTC)
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She'd totally mean his cock, and they both knew it.

"They don't usually mind. I change outside and downwind when I can, far enough away outside a door that I'm not a threat." Not that he would be in any event.

"If your mare was in her stall she wouldn't have even noticed."

Date: 2017-05-09 06:59 pm (UTC)
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"I didn't hear myself say that," and he hadn't meant it that way either. She just put the worst possible conclusion to everything he said or did for some reason.

He stalked toward her in a round about way, moving to the left in an arc then back ultimately coming closer as he moved.

"Nor am I trying to keep you caged."

Date: 2017-05-10 02:31 am (UTC)
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He squelched it as quickly as it surfaced but the pain still flickered across his face albeit briefly. His eyes darkened with it though, with something deep in him, or perhaps with the emptiness from deep within him.

"Too late for that."

Date: 2017-05-10 03:11 am (UTC)
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He flinched when she touched him, but didn't pull away, lifting his own hand to cover hers.

"Well aren't we special."

Date: 2017-05-10 03:39 am (UTC)
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"And you're a prickly bitch." He didn't release her as she pulled her hand away, though his grip wasn't tight enough to stop her if she'd really tried and tugged her even closer instead so they were almost nose to nose.

Date: 2017-05-10 04:05 am (UTC)
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If she told him the names she'd been called he'd tell her he didn't think she was any of those things, but for the moment he just cocked his head and smiled a feral smile.

"So," he drawled, without pulling away. "Still wanting to go for a ride?" The tone made it ambiguous as to if he meant the horse or was referencing the masquerade.

Date: 2017-05-10 08:56 pm (UTC)
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He angled his head, shifting closer ever so slightly as though he was about to kiss her, but he didn't his words coming his lips a whisper away from her own.

"You look like yourself," and he'd told her a week because she hadn't been, and maybe he hadn't been either, that night at the carnival.

Date: 2017-05-11 03:06 am (UTC)
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The muscles of his abdomen flexed against her knuckles and he nipped at her lower lip a low growl in his chest. He'd more than invited it, he'd almost demanded it and the way his eyes flashed it was clear he appreciated the gift.

"If you're offering I'm game, highness."

And then he kissed her.

Date: 2017-05-12 02:31 am (UTC)
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He dragged one hand up her arm to the throat of her blouse, picking one button then a second before sliding his hand inside, over the curve of her breast.

"You're wearing too many clothes."

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