[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 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.