Regina laughed low in her throat at the trail of clothing she encountered, and with a whisk of her hand sent them into a neat pile on chair. Her own floated to the chair on her side of the bed as she stripped them off--they needed cleaning, but that was a more finicky bit of magic that could wait.

And even if it couldn't, it was going to have to. She'd been away from him long enough.

Which was why when she slipped into the tub it was with her arms around his neck and the rest of her in his lap. "I missed you," she murmured by way of greeting, and while her voice was smoky and sensual, it wasn't intended as provocation, at least not immediately. Her mind and heart had missed him even more than her body.