[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 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.