st_oriedqueen | [For Dyson] love's horse will carry you home

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regina mills

[For Dyson] love's horse will carry you home

As evening fell over the Beara Peninsula, Ireland, Regina dismounted the gorgeous, dapple grey Irish hunter she'd spent the better part of three days riding. She ran the stirrups up on the saddle, loosened the girth, and then lifted the reins over the mare's head.

While she walked the mare, she pulled out her cell-phone. It had been three days since she had spoken to Dyson, although she'd caught sight of his wolf a few times, and she missed him. She sent a quick text to let him know she was back.

At the stables. Need a bath, but then I'm all yours.

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Bath is already running.

He had spent the better part of the last three days in the woods, his path crossing hers now and then but without purpose. When he realized she was heading back to their inn he'd made sure to get there first.

As if I needed more incentive to hurry.

She grinned as she hit send and, only a little reluctantly, handed the mare off to the stableboy. It wasn't her way to let someone else care for her horses anymore, but the mare wasn't hers and she was being shooed, rather firmly, out of someone else's stable.

Once she'd given up her mount, there was nothing to keep her here. Only scruples, in a world without magic, kept her from teleporting back to their room immediately. So she found a copse of trees that blocked her from view of both stables and inn and teleported from there, instead.

There was a trail of clothes, shirt, shoes, jeans that led to the bathroom. Inside she would find him already enjoying the steaming soapy water in a tub plenty big enough for two.

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.

"I wasn't far," his arms went around her waist and he let his forehead rest on hers. He'd missed her too, as much as he'd enjoyed the freedom of the forest, he'd found himself drawn to her each evening, just to make sure she was still okay.

If asked, she'd be unlikely to admit that she treasured the press of his forehead against hers and the feel of his breath warm against her skin, whether at the end of a long day, between kisses, in that moment when their breathing synchronized and orgasm was riding their heartbeats.

"I know." Her tongue touched her lips, catching a misplaced splash. "But I couldn't very well invite a wolf into my bedroll." Although she had thought about wandering away from the fire late just to have a minute with him, even just her hand in his fur.

"Well, you could have." he protested with a half smile and replaced that tip of her tongue on her lip with his mouth.

"And been run out of Ireland for being a witch, I imagine," was what she would have said, except that she was presently too busy falling into his kiss with a sweetly hungry sigh. So she said nothing, and enjoyed the greeting instead.

They could try, but the Irish had a good solid respect 9or fear) of the 'fairy folk' which they could both qualify as. No running would be required.

"There will be a wolf in your bed tonight Highness." A tease, and a promise.

Regina's fingers slid through his hair to stroke the nape of his neck. "As long as there's a wolf in my heart, my bed can wait a little while." Her voice had quieted, growing soft and silken. "Did you enjoy having a little more freedom, love?"

"Not freedom really, but some new terrain was welcome." He'd been over most, if not all, of the area at the inn.

Quiet, listening and watching, she smiled and took his face in both hands to kiss him softly. Some days she still found having another love a little overwhelming and apparently today was one of them. "I wish freedom was mine to give, but I am enjoying seeing your first home."

Freedom given was one thing, but he was a man who had fought for most things in his life - that would be how he would want it.

"My first home... the terrain is right but it's far different than when I lived here." But time moved didn't it. All of Europe had changed. And the 'new world' looked nothing like it had when he'd arrived.

"I wish I could see it how you did," she murmured, voice just loud enough to be heard over the quiet splash of water moving around them.

"It's foolish to wish I'd been with you then, as neither of us would be who we are now if I had." And she was not a fool. "Still, there's so much of you I don't know and wish I did. Tell me something new?"

That and she liked her modern comforts enough he had a hard time envisioning her back before there was plumbing.

"Something new? Like what?"

"If I knew, it wouldn't be new." She kissed him again quickly to forestall any actual protest and then shifted to settle between his thighs with her back against his chest, to give her inner thighs a chance to rest before she needed them more pleasurably.

"Mmm, a story about Trick or Hale or even Kenzi." Bo wasn't off-limits or anything, but since Bo was here, Regina preferred to hear about Bo from Bo, to respect her privacy.

Trick. He missed the man, possibly more after spending time here. And Hale, at home Hale wasn't even talking to him but the longer he was away the more Dyson missed his friend.

But it wasn't either of them whose name came out on a sigh, "Kenzie is... physically weak, needs glasses, and might be the bravest person I know. She's human and she mixes herself up with the fae and their shit as she would term it. Even though her chances of coming out on top are slim to none."

Then he chuckled.

"We swapped bodies once. That was.. surreal."

While he spoke, Regina quietly admired the steely strength of his forearm beneath her fingertips. She listened for the emotion in his voice, the way he loved these people she didn't know but wished she could. It meant everything to her to hear how he talked about them, because he wasn't emotionally effusive, but he did love her, and this was a window into how he felt.

She hitched up an eyebrow at the punchline, turned her head to look back and up at him. "I admit, I have trouble imagining you without manly assets." That, and he was so relentlessly masculine... surreal was a good word for it. "What was that like?"

"Surreal," he said again with a laugh. "She was fairly excited to have the 'wolf junk'."

The quote was implied in his tone and his fingers stroked the skin of her hip where his hand rested.

"I was less excited about being human. But it did come in handy." As he wouldn't have been able to get out of the Dal and go save the Ash (and Lauren's body) if he hadn't been human.

"She knew, she could tell that something was missing in here," his hand came up to tap her chest over her heart.

"I'm fairly excited to have the 'wolf junk'," Regina couldn't resist saying, although owing to the turn of the conversation, she didn't twist around between his thighs again to take it in both hands.

She did bend her head though to catch his fingers with the soft brush of her lips. "When you were in her body, were you able to feel passion?"

"I was mostly focused on the fact that she needs glasses so everything farther than five feet was blurry." But thinking back, he could feel it. He'd felt it for Ciara, that and the fear of losing her when her body had nearly died.

"But I think I could, or maybe I just knew the hole was gone." It felt like that now, he was less aware of the ability to love and feel passion than he was of the realization that the emptiness had been filled.

Several times on her ride, Regina had considered attempting to call the Norn out of her hiding to see what she'd want in trade for Dyson's passion. Each time she'd considered doing it, she'd been stopped by the knowledge it would upset him and scare him, two things she didn't want to do.

"You'd have that problem if you switched bodies with me, too," she said lightly, not wanting them to dwell tonight. "The other direction, since I'm farsighted if I'm not using a sight correction spell." He knew about the glasses, since he'd caught her in the more than once, but they'd never discussed the reason. "I wonder if you'd be able to use my magic? Was she able to turn into a wolf?"

"That wasn't the wolf junk she was most interested in," he grinned at the memory, "But Bo's body retained her powers and the guy she swapped with used them, though he had no control over them. So Kenzie probably could have shifted with some effort."

Regina swept a brow upward and leaned in to kiss the corner of his jaw. "That shows a shocking lack of imagination on her part. Getting you off would've been the first thing I did in your body." Maybe. Depending on the circumstances. As his girlfriend, it wouldn't have been as much of an invasion, but, "Of course, I'd have made sure you were there to watch, as me, so you could feel how I reacted."

After that, she would've tried out being a wolf. It fascinated her, much as Maleficent shifting into a dragon always had.

"Had she been in there much longer..." she might have "But we were a bit distracted trying to figure out which one of us was a homicidal maniac. Time wasn't on our side."

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