[for Dyson] where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure

[st_oriedqueen]

When Regina left Snow, she didn't chance walking anywhere with that casket. Or running into anyone in her state of mind. If she were asked, there were exactly two people who were safe from her in her current mood and herself was not one of them.

She'd spoken to one, and now teleported herself directly to the room of the other. He wasn't there, and ordinarily she would wait in her own. She could not, not now, not with Graham's heart in her hands and Daniel's ghost there to ask questions, point fingers, heap shame.

Instead, she sat as she had when Snow found her, with her arms around her knees, at the very head of his bed, as though she tried to push herself through the headboard and the wall. The box and its precious contents sat at the very far end of the bed, secure, but it could get no farther from her. Neither did she let her gaze leave it. Not once.

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[st_arknaked]

He thought what she wanted was likely for a wolf out of control but he wasn't one to argue, instead he slid his hands up her arms, capturing the fingers that scraped his chest and pressed them over her head as he rose over her to look down.

"If you want me in control Highness, you'll have to behave." He bent to kiss her without releasing her hands, the kiss hot and hard and as much a show of dominance as the words he murmured in her ear before letting go.

"Don't move." Then he sat back, eyes on hers as he stood finished stripping off his shirt.

[st_oriedqueen]

Behave was not a command Regina had ever done well with, but today, now, the word shivered through her, striking a chord -- one that both aroused and frightened her. That was okay, trusting Dyson when she couldn't trust herself, that would be good for her.

She almost nodded, but he'd said 'don't move' and she caught herself, murmuring a soft, "Yes, my wolf," while held in place by the promise even more than his gaze. She wanted to be his, and it seemed he planned to show her what that meant.

[st_arknaked]

If he was honest there wasn't much of a plan but he took the time as he toed off his shoes then removed his jeans, still watching her, eyes on hers. He knew trusting him like this would be hard for her, but she trusted him with half her heart.

He bent to unzip the side of her skirt and then tugged it over her hips and off before he slid his hands up stocking covered calves, one knee coming to rest on the mattress as his hands moved hire and under her to the clasp of her bra which he unhooked as his lips hovered over hers in a barely there caress.

[st_oriedqueen]

As much as she needed him in control, it was still maddening to be still, behave, wait. She wanted him to take her, fuck her, claim her -- to do it fast and now, to stop the anxious needy uncertainty and the dark magic clawing to get out. She knew that was in her eyes, that they'd gone dark with need, but also wide with panic, and hard with the Evil Queen's fury.

When his lips caressed hers, she swallowed hard and her fingers clawed the bed. "Help me?" Regina broke her pride to ask, and as soon as she did, her breath came easier--like somehow that was the whole point.

[st_arknaked]

"I am," even if she didn't see it yet. He kissed her deeply before rising to tug away her bra and toss it aside.

Looking down at her his eyes flashed yellow, and his body visibly tightened as he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed and pushed her legs apart.

The lace of her panties tore easily and he slid into her to the hilt with a low growl.

[st_oriedqueen]

I am, he sai d and, oh gods, he was. Even before he tore through her panties and took her without foreplay or preamble. He might not realize it but being the man (the wolf) she could trust to ask for help (even when she'd already asked for it) was what she needed. Being the wolf whose eyes flashed with possessive desire when she needed to know she belonged to him...that was what she needed.

And when he did take her, her back arched hard with the sudden pleasure-pain, pulling her up off the bed. She collapsed down again, panting breathlessly, and gripped the bedsheets to let him have her however he wanted. If he wanted her slow, if he wanted her fast, if he wanted to fuck her hard and raw... whatever he wanted... she just wanted him.

[st_arknaked]

She might be surprised to find that really all he wanted was her, similarly in whatever way she came to him.

He shifted lifting her legs over his hips, as he withdrew and plunged into her heat once more in a steady pulse that matched the way his heart - her heart- thudded in his chest. Out, and in and again, his eyes dark and feral as he watched her grip the sheets.

[st_oriedqueen]

On a more playful evening, Regina might tell him she loved the way he watched her, run her hands over her body and invite him to look more. Tonight she let his gaze pin her, hold her down, even as she writhed and twisted on his cock.

Between her breathing and his thrusting, her breasts bounced, nipples tightening to painful points. She wanted to come, could easily, by spreading herself with split fingers around his cock so he rubbed her clit, but she'd asked him to take control. So she just hooked her heels into the muscle of his ass and pulled herself up his shaft, opening her body even wider to him.

[st_arknaked]

He slid deeper due to her movement and bit back a groan at the way her body opened and shaped to his.

the chuckle that followed as her heels dug into his backside was hoarse, even when she wanted him to take control, even when fighting every urge she had to take a hand (literally he imagined) she couldn't help that little bit of urging.

"Behave highness." his hips remained immobile, and his fingers danced between them to play over her clit.

[st_oriedqueen]

Regina moaned as his hips froze, denying her the friction and power of his rhythm. His fingertips teased over slick, swollen knot of her clit and she flat-out whined for him.

"I am behaving," she protested, but fell as still as she could with her chest heaving as her lungs sought breath.

"Let me roll over for you, then." A plea, an offer, the actual submission he seemed to want. "Ass up, head down, nothing to do but take you."

[st_arknaked]

It was the submission she wanted, more than him he thought no matter how tempted he was by the offer. And it was one they would revisit shortly, at the moment he slid out of her in an agonizingly slow glide and instead of flipping her over like he knew she expected he shifted to his knees on the floor beside the bed and bent to take her with his mouth.

[st_oriedqueen]

By this point, Regina didn't know what she wanted except more. She didn't know what he wanted either, except for her to behave, whatever that meant.

What she did know was that anger rode close to the surface, her temper burning like fire, and that it stoked a wildfire that could either become passion or ugly black magic.

When he bent to take her with his mouth, she whimpered -- entirely unintentionally -- and forced her mind to focus on the movements of his tongue and lips and teeth, to stay there with that, no matter how much she writhed and thrashed and bucked under his mouth. Thinking about his mouth focused her on him, and as long as she was letting herself love him and be with him, passion would (she hoped) beat out the darkness in her.

[st_arknaked]

He liked the little bit of darkness, liked the edge, the danger there - but then she'd thrown him across the room when they'd met and now they were here.

His focus was completely on her though, her pleasure, and the way she writhed and moaned as he brought her to the edge with teeth and tongue. His eyes lifted slightly to watch her, wanting to see her climax.

[st_oriedqueen]

His teeth caught, the sharpness of pleasure brought fire to her fingertips and darkness to her eyes and the curves of her mouth as it sounded the first cries of her release. She felt--knew--the urge to fight him rather than accept the gift he offered--

But his gaze crossed hers briefly and, on impulse, she lifted a hand from the sheets to curl around her necklace. It soothed and softened her into his beautiful heart, and when it did, she came hard, but sweet and soaring, nothing on her mind but him.

[st_arknaked]

It was what he'd wanted to see, without really knowing that it was, that release not a surrender so much as a lightness. It made him lighter too and that lightness was in his expression as he climbed onto the bed beside her and rolled them so she was on top.

Easing into her in a slow glide he fused their mouths in a lingering kiss.

[st_oriedqueen]

It was, she knew when it happened, exactly what she had needed without knowing how to find it or even to begin to look. Her heart tightened again, but this time in the knowledge that she was known and safe and loved, and when he kissed her, she strove to give that back to him (strove because she didn't know how to be easy or peaceful anymore, but she did know how to try).

When he put her on top of him, she worried -- but only for a moment, and needlessly. She found she'd been wrong and she could be easy (peaceful might have a ways to go yet) in his arms and his eyes, and, more, that the sweetness of looking down at him while her hips rolled to his rhythm, did something truly magical: silenced a century's worth of self-mockery over just wanting to be loved.

[st_arknaked]

He did love her, and even if he didn't say the words it was there in his kiss, in the way he moved with her biddy tight and straining for release but wanting her with him when he went.

[st_oriedqueen]

Regina smiled down at him, her hair spilling over her shoulders and around them as she bent to kiss him again. I know you do, my wolf, her kiss echoed his declaration, and then she gave herself over to the feel of him seated deep and her breasts brushing against his chest as they moved together. When he went, she would be with him.