GoldenxQueenx

I write more often than not. A tumblr for GQ (ship) and just the characters separately. You can send in prompts here. If you want to see a taglist, you can see it here.

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Let’s play ‘Caption This!’; GoldenQueen Edition. 

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A sea of whiskey  couldn’t intoxicate me as much as  a drop of you.

J.S Parker (via knightandday23)

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Miss. Not Taking No For An Answer.& Mr. Yes, Touch Everything I Own.

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Hi. I’m the anon who asked about a choking kink story. I would love to see it between season one Mr. Gold and Mayor Mills. It’s a thin line between love and hate with them

Oh yes! This is really interesting, will try and get this story to you ASAP! Thank you for the request!

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Hi. I love your writing. I was just wondering. Since it’s pretty much canon that both Rumple and Regina have a choking kink. Could you write a smutty story incorporating said choking kink?!?

Oooh! I have written this I think once or twice and I am always for writing it, so this would be a blast! Do you have a specific realm Rumple/Regina you are wanting to see or a specific season? Thank you so much for the compliment! I really appreciate it so much and I am very excited to give this a go. Let me know! Thanks again!

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Count To Three: Day 134 [ao3 / ff.net]  - rated M for mature

Roni was standing nearest the door when Weaver made his way downstairs, dressed and ready for the day. Walking over to the mantel, he pinned up the schedule and then closed the space between him and the brunette. "Are you ready?" When she gave a nervous nod, he glanced over his shoulder at Mulan who nodded in understanding to keep an ear out in case they would need her. Then, pulling open the door, he walked outside with Roni next to him, descending the porch steps and heading in the direction of the water mill.

"Do you remember those Zombie films?" Roni asked, tucking a stray hair behind her ear as they made their way through the tall weeds.

"Which ones?" He chuckled, eyes on the tree line.

"Any of them, really. The old films weren't as scarring as the newer ones but ever since the outbreak, I haven't been able to find one of those that could have prepared us for the actual truth of it all. There's a weight on your chest and your brain is constantly on fire..."

"No rest of the fighters." Weaver interrupted, spewing thoughts that had in one form or another crossed his mind already. "I guess that's what makes many of us so different. The means of which we're willing to lower ourselves in order to live and not die or-"

"Worse...become infected and kill everyone around us." Roni thrust her hands into her jeans, trying to keep the anxiety in her frame down to a bare minimum but already the clean air outside of the house was burning her lungs. "If-"

"I know what you're going to ask, already." Of course he did, but he had failed Milah in the same aspect. How could he ever promise Roni the same thing. "I won't be able to do it."

"How do you know? I mean, I'll likely go after you if you're with me."

He halted in his tracks and closed his eyes, listening to the surrounding noises as intently as he could - all the while trying to push away the need to call off the venture and head back to the house. But; she had kissed him - she had bared her soul last night and she deserved an explanation. "I had a wife..."

Roni noticed the past tense and automatically regretted having asked him to do such a thing if it had come down to it. "You don't-"

"Yes, I do." He made his way over to her and quickly checked the trees before meeting her dark chocolate gaze. "My wife and I were in this together, trying to survive to our best abilities. Our relationship wasn't perfect by any means. She wanted more than I could ever give her. Nothing I did could ever put a smile on her face later into our relationship, close to the infection outbreak. Then once it hit... We were arguing one day, outside of a station that we had hoped to find more people inside-" A shaky sigh left his lips as he tried to steel his nerves. "-We never found anyone when she was alive. But during that day, she raised her voice louder than usual and it caught whatever was in the field beside of the damn station and whatever it was launched at her. By the time I was able to aim and shoot it, it had already gotten blood in her mouth - only she didn't tell me that at the time. Said it was just on her lips. I believed her."

"Damn.." Roni hissed out, her eyes darting to the trees the same time his did, only to find nothing moving towards them and so they brought their eyes back to each other. "..I'm sorry..."

"As I've said before, it takes a day for the body to start the process. Or at least it has during the slow infections, which had been what happened to Milah. On our way outside the next day, she began puking up everything she had in her stomach - albeit it wasn't much - then blood followed soon after. Her body began purging itself, blood leaking from her eyes and nose...ears...and the screaming.." Weaver shook his head then motioned for Roni to follow him so that they could get to the water mill. "The point is, no matter how much pain my wife had been in - no matter how hungry she looked or how much she begged me to make it stop on that dirt road...I couldn't. I left her there, dying in the grass, the virus taking her over. I'm a coward in that aspect, Roni."

"You're not a coward. She was your wife, John. And even if you two had issues, it doesn't mean you didn't love her."

The second they arrived at the stream, he went across first, careful not to slip on the rocks - then watched on as she did the same. She took hold of his hand as they made their way towards the water mill, her grip tightening the closer they were to the building. "You've really come far today, it wouldn't be bad to turn around and try again once I get back from venturing tomorrow."

"You're going out tomorrow?" She asked, her eyes wide as a doe with what he guessed was fear. "Where will the group be headed?"

"We're probably going to try town again now. Just hope they have left and decided not to come back. If there's anything left of the place."

"Please be careful."

They both entered the building slowly, the sound of their feet against the stone echoing off of the walls on the inside. Weaver hated the scent, musky and old - only serving to remind him of how little time they all had if they weren't careful. Warmth shook him from his reverie as Roni placed her palms on both of his arms and tugged him towards her. She had her back against the stone as she reached up to his face and brought his lips closer to hers. The heat of her breath reminded him that she was still living with a heart beating hard in her chest, her warm skin cementing his feet to the ground as he lowered his mouth onto hers, stealing the breath from her lungs as he inhaled it in and gave her his own.

"Please be careful tomorrow." She mumbles against his lips, her mouth parting open to allow his tongue inside and he does so greedily, tasting her regardless of the fear that is sending alarms out through his head because he needs this, she needs it too. "Please.." Her tone is pleading as her hands reach up to card through his hair, brushing it out of his face and gathering it into her palms.

"I will.." He gasps out, pressing his forehead against hers, allowing them to catch their breath. When he heard something leave her lips quickly that sounded like promise me, he gave a nod, not allowing himself to think on how being careful was like playing Russian roulette with a loaded pistol that had more bullets than was smart. "I promise." When the words left his lips, he heard it, the sound of twigs breaking beneath stumbling limbs. "Take this." Reaching behind him, he pulled out his gun and thrust it into her trembling hands despite her protests. "You're going to kill it, Roni. Kill your fear."

"I thought it was kill your heroes." She stumbles slightly as he tugs her out of the building and towards the field where they are in the open and not sitting ducks. He shakes his head at her and looks around, ears listening intently as the twigs snap again, the leaves rustle and break beneath something that is not set on keeping quiet. Then the snarls happen and he can feel Roni jump as she moves closer to him. "I can't do it, Weaver. I can't do this. Can you do it? Please?"

He shakes his head, turns to move her to where he was standing before. Getting behind her, his hands wrap around hers and bring the one with the gun in it up higher, near where the noise is coming from. He let's out a loud yell and then the snarling begins. That's when the brunette's trembling takes on a whole new level and the sight of the thing she needed to shoot came into view. "Count to three, Roni." Weaver instructs, lowering his hands to her waist as she stares directly at the infected in their eye-line coming out from the trees. The snarls and hisses only prove to make her hands quiver worse as she grips the base of the gun, forefinger on the trigger. "Breathe...let me hear you count."

"One..." Roni inhales a shaky breath into her lungs, her lashes batting wildly against her cheeks. "...two..." exhaling is more vocal than she wants it to be as it sounds like she is trying to say something along with the air leaving her lungs "...three..." when her finger pulls the trigger and she watches the thing push on, she almost panics but Weaver's hand on her pulls her focus back and she aims the gun again, this time trying to keep her arms and hands steady before she pulls the trigger - the moment the infected falls to the ground with a soft thud, she let's out a groan that slowly forms into a guttural sigh. "Did I get it?"

"Yes, you did." He hesitates a moment, pondering on pressing his lips to her temples but quickly thinks better of it and begins to make his way closer to the thing, Roni following on his heels. "What we'll need to do is chop it up once we're sure that it cannot rise up and bite us.." At the disgusted sound that comes from behind him, he chuckles. "I'll do the cutting this time, you can just make sure it's dead and then turn around."

"How do I make sure it's dead?" She asks as they get closer and the smell nearly causes her to lose her breakfast, putrid and heavy in the air around them. It reminds her of death, of blood, of hiding beneath limbs and carcasses.

"Aim the gun, point it at the back of it's head, shoot once..if it doesn't move after that, you're good. But it will come to if we don't cut it up." When she shoots again, he hears the rustling of the weeds as she turns quickly on her heels away from the image on the ground.

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Weaver reaches towards the belt of his jeans and pulls out his hunting knife and a pair of gloves that had been tucked into it. Slipping them on with a sound pop, he bends down and pressing his digits into the hole of the skull, grounding down with his arms to hold his weight until he hears a crack, that's when he uses his teeth to unsheathe the knife and starts cutting away at skin and muscle, regardless of how much is already gone.

"Plug your ears, I'll keep an eye out for you. And get down." He watches Roni place her hands on her ears and lower herself onto her knees and he silently hopes that nothing else will be coming out of the tree line within the next few minutes.

The force it takes to cut through the layers already begins to give the muscles in his arm a run for it's money as he cuts as deep as possible to remove the infected muscles and tendons, the things responsible for keeping infected moving. Once he has rid the legs of all of it's meat, he starts on the hips and back. Each slice oozing blood as dark as tar that is the consistency of coffee grounds. His gloves are soaked by the end of getting mostly all of the layers of skin and what's beneath it, including organs.

Pushing himself onto his feet, he glances over at Roni who is now settled right on her rear and using her feet to mess with the weeds, causing them to sway to whatever tune it seems she has in her head. It isn't until he slams his foot down on the leg of the infected, watching it splinter beneath his weight, that he notices it's the same tune he hummed when she were out of it. It makes breaking the rest of the bones a little less daunting as he uses it to calm his nerves.

The sun is waning when he's finished. He removes his gloves and drops them onto the pile. The entire process is taxing and most of it is probably useless, but they do this because it's always better safe than sorry. He moves over to Roni and motions for her to remove her hands from her ears. "I'm going to take this out into the forest where we dump things. Do not turn around unless you hear something that isn't me. Okay?" When she nods, he starts humming the tune she was, so she knows when he's coming back or going away. He keeps this up while taking handfuls off into the woods and nearest where they dump the remains.

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"Ready?" He calls out, making his way back to where Roni is standing looking out at the safe house in the distance. When she nods, they start back at a slow pace allowing them to take their time. "One day you'll have to do that and I honestly dread it for you. When we took Archie in, he told us what he thought was needed to make sure the virus didn't allow the body to move regardless of the gunshots and what not.."

"How bad is it? The whole process?" When she looks over at him, that same nagging feeling of not deserving her kind gaze burns him to his core.

"It's not humane." He sighs out as she inches closer to him, her hand finding his and their fingers entwining together. "The body used to be a human, just like you or me and so to do such a thing really adds pressure to the mind. Not to mention the stomach."

"Did you throw up the first time?" She asks, when he nods she lets out a groan. "It must be horrible then." There's a moment of pause where the only sound they hear is the rustling to the leaves and the soft shh sound of their feet against the grass or the weeds swiping past their bodies as they push on.

If he pushed all of his thoughts out of his mind, he could imagine this as a normal life. Him and a woman he's interested in walking back to his house perhaps after a sunset stroll through the woods, hand in hand. He can even pretend the scent of the infected isn't still lingering in his nostrils and instead focus on the smell of earth surrounding them - the oncoming signs of winter as fall is in the middle of ridding all of the plants of their lush green that they so beautifully hold during summer and spring. They stay like that, silent and reveling in the warmth of their hands as they finally get back into the house, ready to have their dinner and head up to bed for some well needed rest.

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Into Me You See; Chapter 7 [ao3 / ff.net] Original Prompt + Follow prompt can be found here.

Everything had been set up by Alice and a few of her friends from the streets, the main room held yellow and purple balloons with white streamers hanging from the high ceilings. "This is ridiculous." Roni sighed out, her hand going to her stomach as she walked around the room and checked that nothing would be in the walking space so no one would end up tripping. Anxiety had been coursing through her since she had set the date, sent out the invitations and now - made her way to the main landing of the hallway in front of the open door.

Weaver bounded his way down the stairs, tucking his badge against his belt. When Roni turned to look at him, he had to fight the urge to throw his badge to the ground and say fuck it. "I've been called to work."

"You're going to leave me here by myself with Kelly?" She walked over to him and leaned against his chest, head tilted up towards him as he pressed a passionate kiss to her lips. "And her daughter. If they even show."

"They will." He reassured her, hands sliding up and down the length of her spine. "I won't be long. I promise." He wouldn't be, with these types of cases it was a quick stakeout, in to grab the perp and then out. Booking was something he could pin to someone else. She didn't let go at first, nuzzling her face against his chest in a moment that felt softer than she had ever done before and he couldn't fight the fist that seemed to clench around his heart. "I promise. I'll be home before you know it."

"Be careful." She removed herself from him hesitantly, her hands straightening out his jacket, which caused him to chuckle. Those lines on the sides of his eyes causing her heart to feel warm and fuzzy. "Want to switch places? I'll go catch bad guys and you can deal with my sister?"

"Not a chance, love." Leaning in, he placed another kiss to her forehead before shooting her an apologetic look then heading out of the door towards his black car.

"He jumped ship?" Alice asked, sliding up next to Roni in the doorway. The brunette nodded and then turned to head back inside, in search for a comfortable seat - her back was killing her. "Can you feel anything yet?"

"So far I'm just finding it hard to catch my breath every now and again." Roni leaned her head back against one of the chairs in the main room, her hands finding the arm rests as her muscles relax. "Luckily, I'm as healthy as they get for sixteen weeks."

"Your skin is glowing." Alice sits at Roni's feet, hands going forward to massage along the brunette's ankles. "It's really beautiful."

"Thank you, Alice. I appreciate it."

"Roni?" Jacinda's voice wafted through the hall before she appeared in the doorway, eyes wide as saucers. "Look at you! Oh gosh, you're so-there! You're getting along good then?"

"As good as I can." She let out a giggle before Jacinda bent to give her a side hug, one that wasn't too close and personal and yet just close enough. "Lucy and I, we brought you a gift."

"On the table." Alice pointed towards a large table near one of the big windows and Jacinda went over to place the gift there before Henry showed up, following suit with his gift and then sliding off towards the couch to talk with her and Lucy.

"Thank you both." Roni said to Jacinda and Henry as she got back onto her feet, Alice following on her heels as she went into the kitchen and began bringing the platters of food out into the main room, sitting them onto the coffee table. At that time, heels clicking against the hallway caused the brunette to look up, eyeing a red head walking in with her daughter right beside of her.

"I'm guessing sending us both an invite was your idea?" Kelly asked, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Her sister looked well, healthy and - pissed off. "I think I can repair my relationship with my daughter just fine without you meddling in our lives again."

"I-I know, Kelly, I just thought-"

"If you truly want to mend ties with me..." Kelly stepped forward, eyes burning through Roni as she walked so close to her their noses were almost touching. "...you wouldn't be serving dairy at your baby shower." When the redhead's lips curled into a smile, Roni let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding.

"Are you kidding?" Her brows furrowed before the redhead wrapped her up in a hug. "I have the non-dairy in the kitchen, I just hadn't sat it out yet." Relief flooded through her frame like a waterfall, closing her eyes she made a mental note to thank Weaver for pushing her to invite them and to thank Tilly for the idea of having a baby shower in the first place.

When Kelly pulled back out of the embrace, she sighed at the questioning look on Roni's features. "Robin and I mended our relationship around two months after you intervened. She came back to mummy and I, being the ever nurturing mum that I am, took her back in and we've been inseparable since."

"And you didn't think to let me in on this little fact?" She asked, walking with Kelly into the kitchen to retrieve the non-dairy snacks from the counters that had been prepped. "I mean, it would have let some weight off of my shoulders."

"I couldn't pass up the opportunity to let you sweat. I would have waited longer but-" She motioned towards Roni's swollen stomach and shrugged. "-I couldn't make you stress the baby out. So..."

"I'm glad you came." Roni admitted, then turned her attention to Robin who had already grown so much since the last time she had seen her. "Look at you, goodness, you're already a woman."

"I was a woman the last time you saw me, Roni." Robin joked before moving in to hug her aunt. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too and your Mom." The brunette let her go, then turned towards the counter, picking up the tray and heading back into the main room where everyone was still gathered around, chatting it up. Robin ventured away from her mother and aunt, heading in the direction of Tilly who was perched near a window.

After more people from work showed up, everything went smoothly. Regina talked with everyone, answering questions about the babies and how her and Weaver were getting along living together and if they were thinking about marriage. She brushed off the latter rather well, trying to seem as though they weren't concerned with that just yet.

As the hours ticked away, she felt fear rising in her frame seeing as she hadn't set eyes on her detective since he had left for work.

The moment she stood to head towards the phone to give him a call, it rang. She made her way towards the receiver and slipped into the kitchen, ear to the speaker. "It's about time. When are you coming home? You're very much missed here."

"Roni, I need you to not panic." Rodgers' voice poured through the phone and she could feel invisible hands closing around her throat.

"You should know that if you start out with that-that I am going to panic." She stated calmly, reaching for the counter as she tried to steady herself as a myriad of horrible situations ran through her mind.

"He's going to be okay. The doctor assured me before I called you."

"The...doctor?" Her mouth went dry as she tried to remember the breathing measures she had read about in the many pamphlets on pregnancy and dealing with stress. "...the doctor? Rodgers, you need to tell me what happened..."

"It wa-it-we-" The stuttering was only proving to cause her more stress and so, she put her back against the wall and closed her eyes, repeating in her head that he said the doctor believed he would be okay. "He was shot. I'm not going to give you full details, but he was - and he'll be okay. The doctors say that the bullet missed all major arteries and.."

His voice faded into the background as she pushed herself towards the sitting room, her eyes wide as she reached Zelena. "I need you to drive me to the hospital."

"Are you okay?" The redhead looked startled as she reached for Roni's belly.

"It's Weaver."

Roni's heart was in her throat as she climbed out of Kelly's car and began walking towards the door of the local hospital. Sounds around her seemed muffled and she couldn't see anything but blurs as she moved up towards the nurses station, leaning over against the counter, eyes wide. "Weaver."

Kelly slid up next to her, eying Robin who gave her nod and headed out to find some source of caffeine. "My sister is here to see-"

"Roni." Rodgers called out, causing the two sisters to turn towards him. "He's out of surgery, hasn't woken up yet." When she shot him a worried look, he pointed towards the room they were keeping him in. He stayed behind, with Kelly, giving her details that he had already given the barkeep over the phone.

She entered the room slowly at first, her eyes not wanting to see but needing to at the same time as she moved closer to the bed where he was laying. A sob choked it's way up her throat as she locked her eyes on his slumbering figure, hooked up to the monitor, the beeping was the only thing keeping her from screaming and crying all at once - it being a reminder that he was okay and that he would be here to see their babies coming into this world.

Taking a seat next to him on the bed, she reached out and took his hand in hers. "I am going to throttle you the second you wake up. You know I need you." Her voice broke nearing the end of the sentence and she wished she were tougher, stronger, and not the person who put everything she believed in jeopardy by bedding the local detective. She couldn't raise two kids on her own, hell she had no idea she could even get pregnant before he ended up in her bed. "You dumb handsome asshole."

"Regina?"

Lifting her head, she locked eyes on a groggy Weaver and for a split second he didn't seem like the same person, but she quickly shook that notion from her mind and pushed away the nagging feeling that the name seemed familiar. "Roni."

"...right...Roni..."

She watched as his eyes dropped to her stomach and then to her hands, a soft groan leaving his lips as he then shut his eyes at what looked to be an onslaught of pain. Maybe she wouldn't throttle him, she thought as she brought the back of his warm hand up to her trembling lips.

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Dancing In The Dark; Chapter seven [ao3 / ff.net] rated M for mature

Regina linked her arm in Gold's , chocolate hues washing over the town in the light of day. Everything felt different now - as if she had just woken from the curse, the shock of opening her eyes to this world an entirely fresh experience. Even the town square had a different tone to it. Archie walking Pongo down the street, eyeing the two with contempt that caused the former mayor's heart to speed up for the slightest second until Gold brought her back to the reality of being near him with just the hum of his voice as he bid the cricket a good day. Her free hand slid down to the swell of her stomach as she caught sight of Belle leaving Granny's with a paper bag in tow, her eyes slanting the second she locked eyes on the two making their way closer to the diner. "Morning." Regina kept her tone neutral while she glanced back at Gold who had held back a few paces to slip past his ex wife and into the diner behind the former mayor.

Belle however, turned quickly on her heels and followed them into the establishment much to the couples dismay, especially when her voice boomed much louder than was needed. "Rumple." The bookworm tugged on his arm, cutting off his journey towards the counter where Regina had slid onto one of the stools, her fingertips toying with a menu that Granny had hesitantly placed before her the second she saw the two of them come in. "Is it true?" Belle's voice broke as she spoke, as if she hadn't been the one to cut ties with Gold. "Are you...with...her?"

"I am..." he spoke slowly before turning his head so that he could catch sight of Regina who was watching on with an expressionless facade on her features. One he could semi-remember having taught her long ago. When he brought his attention back to his former wife, though they had yet to actually sign any divorce papers, and nodded. "...with Regina. How is our son?" He motioned towards the swell of Belle's stomach, the only concern etched in his eyes as he stood before her.

"Growing every single day and giving me a few kicks in the process." She couldn't help the smile that formed on her lips as a light shown bright in Gold's eyes. Which she was quick to push away the second she remembered their current predicament. "How do you expect yourself to fight darkness if you're in bed with it?"

He couldn't miss the venom in her words nor the clear as day bite in them. "Forgive me, were you around when she split herself just to prove to everyone that the belief they pushed onto her was for good and not harming her psyche? Then were you there when she once again, split her own heart to give that darker version of herself something good to weigh out the part of herself she felt was missing?" The tone that was once complacent was now rising slightly in octave as he stepped forward just a hair. "The last time I checked, Belle, you were the one reminding me that I could never be the man you wanted. Why should it matter to you who I'm in bed with?"

That was when she stepped closer, pushing herself up on the tips of her toes to whisper so no one could hear the words coming out of her mouth - lest it ruin everyone's picture perfect image of her. "If you ever want to see your son, you'll leave her and actually prove to me that you've changed." And with that, she turned towards the door and walked out of the diner, intent on seeing results after a threat like that.

Gold chuckled to himself, reveling in how the tables had indeed been turned. Now she was the one making threats to keep him on a leash, to make sure he was miserable enough to change into someone she wanted him to be. The one thing that she had failed to notice, was that he already had begun down that path with Regina. His darkness is still a part of him and in accepting that ( because Regina had never made kicking his darkness to the curb a clause in their relationship ), he has learned how to better control his urges to deceive or to use the dagger.

When he found himself settling in at the counter, his digits reaching to tangle in Regina's, that's the moment Granny began to shake her head and mouth something to Ruby who was standing back waiting for a dish to be handed to her so that she could bring it to one of the tables. This was something that reminded him of their time in the Enchanted Forest, when they had ruled with an iron fist. Fear and dread was a constant in the faces of those they came across, only now that they had traveled such a long and arduous road, he wondered what they saw so dangerous about the two of them at present.

"I want something sweet this morning." Regina's voice pulled him out of his reverie as she began to absentmindedly stroke his hand with the pad of her thumb, warmth pooling through his limbs at the tenderness of her touch. "What are you craving?" Her chocolate hues sought his looking hopeful. "Some pancakes with syrup? A chocolate chip waffle?" The more she named off, the closer she leaned into him, her red lips sending his mind elsewhere and for the shortest of moments, he felt like they were alone in the universe together.

Do you deserve her? His darkness asked while their lips brushed against one another. Or do you crave her power? He hadn't expected the less savory side of himself to keep poking it's nose out into the matters of his love life, but since they had been intimate it had been more so apparent and making it's thoughts known. He knew the truth. He did deserve her and at times, yes, he finds himself drawn to the power that their creation is practically leaking - but with or without that power, he felt a true deep longing for Regina and always had. This sort of thing had been a long time coming and she had restraints where her darker half did not - which mirrored his.

"What are you thinking about?" Her voice pulled him from his thoughts and it was only then that he realized, she was now leaning so much into him that the magical aura around her was snapping at his, toying and pulsating with it. Shaking his head, he leaned in and pressed his lips onto hers - despite the sounding gasps from inside of the diner, he placed his hand on the back of her head and deepened the lip lock, pushing his tongue past her lips. He could feel her gasp at how it felt to be showing such a public display of affection near those who didn't quite approve and at how the air around them seemed to smooth out like velvet, causing their heads to feel light.

At the chime of the bell over the door, the two broke apart and peered in the direction of who had just entered Granny's. Eyes fell upon Emma and Henry, the former hovering at the entrance with a hand on the boy's shoulder as if to tell him not to go any further. Much to Emma's dismay, he ran forward towards Gold and signaled something by bringing his forefinger to the side of his nose and swiping at it. Gold in return did the same gesture and Henry then slid up onto the stool next to him. Emma watched on in pure shock as he motioned for Granny and said he wanted the largest ice cream sundae anyone could conjure up and that Gold would be paying for it.

"What's this all about?" Regina asked, a smile tugging at her lips as she watched Henry make himself comfortable - ridding his shoulders of the wait of his backpack and handing it to Gold for him to place it beneath the counter next to their feet. The entire situation looked familial, as if Henry were his son - when in fact the truth was more mind boggling to those who got hung up on his outer appearance. But Regina knew his true age would have given him more than just a grandson by now if he had allowed himself to love and be loved earlier on.

Gold turned to look at Regina, his hand reaching for hers once more. "We had a small bet going. If Emma would avoid you all day or if she would openly act like nothing were bothering her. Clearly, Henry won. She has been avoiding you all day." The slight confidence in Emma that he held now was wavering the further she allowed herself to be subjected to the thinking of everyone else in this quaint town.

"I think-" Emma began but the second Henry shot her a look that both neither Regina nor Gold could see, the blonde's lips pursed and she moved to take the stool next to her son. "I'll have the same and Gold will pay. Right?" When she shot Gold a glare that he had seen many times over, he merely shrugged and gave a nod. "Are you two just doing this to mess with us all or are you actually.."

"Miss Swan." Gold turned to face her, fingers clasping together at his front as he looked her in the eyes with as much of a neutral expression as he could muster. "And anyone eavesdropping. We're not doing this to make you curious, we are not doing this to put you all on edge, we are not doing this to make you all laugh at a later date when you think you've clearly been dragged along. Why on earth you would think we would go so far as to get her pregnant in this fake jest you all have dreamed up, is beyond me. Regina and I; have decided that, regardless of your quibbles with it, we're happy and if that is something that doesn't matter to you - then do us the honor of keeping your mouth.." He turned to face the sea of people who were looking up over menu's or newspapers, listening in on his declaration. "...shut. If you want to spread this moment to your neighbor or the likes so that we do not have to keep repeating ourselves, you may."

Regina's eyes settled on his features as he moved back to where he had been sitting, eyes on the menu that lay against the counter where they were seated. She wondered for a moment if everyone continually reminding them of their past could possibly push them to lash out in a less savory manner. The thought was gone the second she heard Henry exclaim excitement upon the arrival of the two sundae's. In truth, they were huge, bigger than any sundae she had ever seen in her life. "What are you thinking of getting?"

"The number twelve looks nice for breakfast. Fruit, eggs...sausage.." He sighed out, glancing up at Granny and giving her a nod, which she quickly took note of the breakfast number platter and then shot a look in Regina's direction, the brunette held up two fingers letting her know which one she would be ordering.

"Is that your breakfast?" Regina asked, her tone low but still inquisitive as her better judgement finally kicked in. Looking over in Henry's direction, she watched the boy shake his head before pushing a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth, resulting in giving Regina the impression that he looked similar to a chipmunk like this. A giggle escaped her lips as she gave a slight nod before reaching for Gold's hand again, which they had seem to continually part from holding in the commotion of the morning. "Do you want to talk about what Belle said to you that gave you a few extra gray hairs?"

He chuckled as her free hand reached up to stroke along the strands nearest his ear, clearly loving the new hair cut regardless - when no one else, save for her evil counterpart, had noticed when he first chopped off his signature locks for a change. "She's using the power of bearing my child to it's advantages." He stated, his voice low so that only she could hear - causing Regina to lean in slightly towards him to catch every word. "But it won't work. That boy is still my son and I have until he is born to come up with a plan so that I will be able to see him."

"And you will find a way. She can't keep your child from you. You have rights." She whispered, her fingers tightening around his, sending the message that she would be here for him through it all no matter the outcome. "Even if in our culture, it doesn't really cover the whole splitting from your wife who's pregnant and wanting to still see the child. In our land, love is something that doesn't part ways."

"It was love at one point but what Belle and I share now is necessity. We don't want to be together, but she knows I want to see my child and I know that she wants him safe beyond a shadow of a doubt." He shifted where he sat when his order had been placed down in front of him, his free hand reaching for his fork as he thoughtfully skewered a sausage link. "We're both playing on that knowledge and using it to our own advantages."

Regina could see the turmoil in his expression and the way of which he held himself, she knew him enough now to realize when he was giving himself or others a hard time in his mind. "You're the most resourceful man I know. You will find a way to sway her from keeping the child from you. When have you never gotten your way?" She asked, turning now to dig into the chocolate chip pancakes that had been laid before her.

He thought on it for a moment as he chewed on the sausage that tasted more of home than anything had in this world for a long time. He missed the hovels, regardless of the cold drafts or smells in summer. He missed Bae and meat pies and being allowed the first bite. One thing he didn't miss was being labeled a coward by any and everyone who didn't take the chance to get to know him. Glancing over at the object of his affection, he searched her face to locate his happiness once again, her glistening chocolate hues as they lit up when she bit into her sweet breakfast and her smile when she notices he's watching her.

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The 6th chapter is up! Huge thank you to @heddagab for co-writing this with me!

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The fact that every persona that Regina or Rumple has always works well with each other is amazing. Literally.

The Enchanted Forest: Rumplestiltskin/Apprentice Regina & EQ.

Storybrooke: Mayor Mills and Mr. Gold.

Enchanted Forest 2: Been through the ringer but survived Rumple & Regina.

Hyperion Heights: Weaver & Roni.

They are all perfect for the other counterpart every single time.

Even the clothes they wear mirrors the other perfectly.

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The finale two chapters of Roni’s Bar! Roni’s Bar; Chapter 19 - Weaver [ao3 / ff.net] Roni’s Bar; Chapter 20 - Roni [ao3 / ff.net]

Chapter 19

He still had dreams about it. The blood, the— his stomach churned as he turned away from the papers on his desk. Danny Devine had been set up, that much was clear, and they couldn't hold him on account of wanting the person who did the job to think they were off the hook. No. He had rights, that much Danny was correct about, but Weaver still wanted to keep him in jail regardless.

Pushing himself onto his feet, he brought his thumb and forefinger up to the bridge of his nose and gave it a squeeze as he made his way through the precinct and towards Barney Thomson. He had brought him in not too long ago and now was the time to question him on why in all hell would Danny Devine think that he set him up. The bloke was shy, it seemed, jittery even and in no ways looked like a stone cold killer, let alone someone who could frame anybody. "Barney, come with me."

The former barber followed the detective to his office and sat down, Weaver took his seat at his desk and pulled out a few files that needed to be filled in. "Why does Danny Devine think you set him up?"

"I-I-M-I had work that nigh', so I did." The man nodded, vigorously. Clearly hiding something.

"Mmhmm. And the alley where we found Danny is the alley right beside Roni's bar. So...I'm going to ask you again, Barney. Why does Danny think you set him up?"

"I didnae, I swear it!" He belted out, sweat forming at his temples and on his brow. "I 'ave a friend, he did. He did it."

"And who is this f-"

"Sorry, this came for you." Rodgers interrupted and placed the box on Weaver's desk before exiting the room, muttering another apology under his breath.

Glancing up at Barney, he watched the man shrug, raised brows — lips pursed, as he rung his hands, still very nervous — Weaver noted. Bringing his attention back to the box, he glanced at the note that said 'To Love Is To Know True Pain'. When he pulled open the gift, his eyes fell upon a human heart with an R carved into it. "Roni" Were the only words that left his mouth as he shot up out of his seat and bounded for the door; nervous Barney on his heels and following his every move. He even climbed into his car when he did and sat silently in the backseat.

The detective allowed him that, even if his breathing grated on Weaver's nerves as he raced to Roni's apartment.

It was too early for her to open the door's to the bar, so he hoped he would find her safe and still in tact by the time he got to the apartment. "Who's the friend?" He asked Barney, taking a sharp turn that caused the tires to squeal. "Who's the fucking friend, Barney?" That was when he pulled his gun from his holster and aimed it in the backseat — between Barney's eyes.

"I-I-He'll kill me, he will. I cannae-"

"Who is he?!" When he flicked the safety lock, that was when tears began to spill from Barney's eyes and the truth from his lips.

"This man. This man who came to me, he wears odd clothing, like something from a time long ago, like days wit horses n' such, speaks calm and he—he eats 'em, d'ya think he's done tha' wit' Roni? I cannae imagine, she is good, kind, didnae deserve somethin' like tha'" his accent had gone thick from the pressure building in his limbs. He was looking into the barrel of a gun!

Weaver knew exactly who he was talking about. The one man that seemed out of place, the guy he kept giving the newspaper to. Then the image of poor Tom Ward came into mind and he almost slammed on the breaks a little too quickly as he slid into a parking space. If he wasn't so worried about Roni, he would have begun wishing he had never given the man a newspaper during his time here. "Stay" He demanded, giving Barney no reason to think he could follow him up into Roni's apartment.

He burst inside of the building and began climbing the stairs at an alarming rate, heart thundering in his ears as he made his way onto the landing where her door was. He had a key, of course he had a key, and began to try and get it into the lock but panic surged faster through his body and he instead stepped back and hurled his foot against the wood. It gave way after the third attempt and he pushed through her apartment, eyeing the normal mess Roni kept her place in before he found her in bed in her room, head turned, neck patched with something white. Making his way closer to the bed, he pulled on the bandage — causing her to stir and look up at him with sleep filled eyes. "You're okay" his voice didn't sound like his own and suddenly his knees felt weaker than they had all morning, but he kept them locked, still upright.

"I am, what time is it?" Her curls were a mess on her head and all he could think about was how utterly gorgeous she looked in the lighting of day and how happy he was that she hadn't been eaten or whatever the fuck that guy does.

"Early." He stated, not caring to check the clock on her nightstand. "What happened here?"

"That guy, Ives.." Roni said a name that wasn't ringing a bell to the detective. "..the guy who orders bourbon...with the..the uhh..facial hair and smell of forests on his clothes." That was him! Weaver wanted to exclaim, but instead waited and listened to what the asshole did to Roni's neck. "..he came over to the bar late, I told him we were closed, then he just—" She pulled at the bandage, revealing bite marks into her neck, the wound still fresh. "—I thought he was kissing me at first and i tried to get him to back off, but then he bit down and damn it hurt. But he stopped after a few seconds. Said something along the lines of marking me?"

"That bastard." Weaver huffed out, looking around Roni's room to make sure nothing was out of place or ajar — before his eyes fell on her window and the note taped there. Crossing the expanse of the room, he made his way to it and pulled it off of the glass pane, eyes raking over the words.

If I were you, I would find a way to close the case, detective. Or I'll come back and finish what I started with that lovely barkeep. See how easy it was to get to her? To get under your skin, even? I am capable of things you could not fathom. Do. Not. Tempt.Me.

He crumpled it up and tossed it aside before a voice echoed over his radio, reciting coordinates and requesting his assistance at the scene. Weaver knew the place well, so he shot Roni a grimace before speaking. "Might want to get dressed and ride with me."

When they arrived at the bar, Weaver let Roni get out first and head in the direction of Rodgers, clearly upset at the fact that her bar was currently up in flames and the culprits were in the back of a police cruiser. "Listen, Barney. I have a favor to ask of you."

"Wha's that?" He asked, still looking like a deer caught in headlights.

"I need you to say that the guy who set Danny up is Begbie." He pointed towards the police cruiser where Begbie and Stevie were cuffed. "The one with the stash. Leave out the friend part so we don't have to ask why he's your friend. I have a feeling, you don't want us to know." When he caught the look of fear on Barney's features in the rear view mirror, he gave a nod and signaled for Barney to get out of his car. When he did, the detective let out a sigh.

He would pin the murders on Begbie, who was clearly only guilty of causing a stink and fires — that is apart from his warrants across seas — but all the same. The case would be closed and Ives would be free to roam — so long as he didn't find him back in Hyperion Heights ever again because if he did, Weaver was sure that he would lose his job and find himself slapped with a murder charge.

Chapter 20

Roni's mouth hung open as she watched her dreams go up in smoke, all of her savings, every penny she had thrown into something that was gone now — all thanks to those who liked to take other people's hard work into their hands and squash it.

A soft hand pressed against her back, right between her shoulder blades. "I can go house to house and we can rebuild." Father Joseph stated solemnly. He had become a good friend to her over the short time he had spent in Hyperion Heights. Not to mention, now he had begun his own little parish right in town — so his following would surely grow.

Barney slid up next to the two of them, tears stinging his eyes as he reached out a tentative hand and curled his digits along Roni's. "I 'ave some money I can give to rebuild it." The offer was sweet, but Roni couldn't take his money. "Did you have the insurance and whatnot on the place?" She shook her head. The cost of insurance was steep and she was barely making ends meet as it were.

Weaver walked over to the group and gave both of the men a look of appreciation at their consoling efforts. "It'll be okay, Roni. We'll get it mended." He knew he could get the force to help with the rebuilding. Especially now that the case was closed and Hamish as well as Nicholas could go back to their lives and leave Hyperion's finest to the every day normal cases like traffic tickets and corrupt idiots.

"Thank you." Was all she could manage. Roni knew she would have to give in at some point and allow others to help that wanted to. Because without her bar, she felt lost, like a part of her was missing.

Four Months Later.

"Okay okay, break it up you two!" Roni called out to Weaver who was currently arguing with Barney over who cheated during a game of dominoes. Both of them well onto their way to drunkville.

Rodgers was in the corner discussing something with Gaz about the lessons the guy had been teaching at some dance studio down the street, all the while Father Joseph was trying but failing to teach Danny how to not use a curse word in every sentence when speaking.

It hadn't taken as long as they thought it would to get the place back up in fine shape, even if there still was much more work to do, Roni felt her life slowly coming back together. She had accumulated a few people she could trust and whom had helped her at her lowest, just as she hoped to do whenever they were in need of a helping hand.

Barney slid up behind the bar, leaving Weaver to cool off as he began to help stack some bottles of alcohol on the shelf, beaming at Roni in the process. "It'll be even better than before, Roni."

The former barber had become a partner in the bar now, having poured some of his savings into helping rebuild, and so Roni treated him as such. "Now that we have a bigger team, yes it will, Barn." She gave the man a pat on the back before turning to make her way towards Weaver. "How's it going at the station?"

"JoJo finally is out, probably turning back to drugs again. Nosty is happy for the warm weather, so we haven't seen him in a while. Begbie is being transferred as well as Sergei. We can't hold men like them at our station and they have a long time before they will see the real world again."

"I can't believe Begbie would kill all of those people and in such a grotesque way." Roni stated, disbelief etching her features as she sat down across from Weaver at one of the booths. Sure, the brute seemed to not know how to treat other people around him but he never truly striked her as a murderer - especially not one that might consume their victims as the police had said he did.

He just nodded as he turned his attention to the television they had installed in the new bar, eyeing a report about an armed vehicle getting pulled over and two inmates escaping custody, now on the run and should be feared due to one being a cannibal.

"Fucking Ives." He hissed out, knowing why having Begbie free would aid the man in his work across the globe. But he couldn't place a reason for letting Sergei go as well.

"Huh?" Roni asked, not understanding what Ives had to do with the discussion.

"Nothing. Just wondering why he hasn't shown his face around here in a while."

"Probably feels bad about what he did to my neck." Roni stated, not knowing that Weaver was more aware of what Ives were capable of than she was. When he nodded, she leaned in and claimed his lips with her own.

"Get a fuckin' room if yer goin' to suck face like tha'!" Danny called out with a groan, causing Father Joseph to sigh and hold his hands up in the air as if he were giving up on getting the lad to not cuss every breath he took.

Fin.

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Count To Three [ao3 / ff.net]   - in progress, 12 chapter so far

John Weaver runs a house for the uninfected survivors. Each person must help contribute to their safe house as they try to survive and fight against the virus that seems to be spreading like wildfire.

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On The Tip Of My Tongue; Chapter 10 [ao3 / ff.net] Rated M for Mature. Smutty Smut SMUT

He could taste the whiskey on his tongue as he exited his car, tugging his leather jacket closer to himself as his skin met with the chilly air outside of Roni's Bar. It had been a longer day than he wanted or needed, so the idea of drinking away the tension in his limbs seemed like the best idea of the moment - even if the night was still early enough for him to instead go home and shower off the tense feeling in his frame.

Pushing through the door, his eyes roamed over the empty space as the scent of her filled his mind and body to the brim with a thirst that threatened to change his course for the night. "Everyone gone?" He called out, wondering where she had gone.

"Yeah, last call ended around thirty minutes ag-" Her sentence stops midway as she steps into the open space from the back, digits curled around a cloth as she dried off her hands. "Oh, have a seat. Whiskey?"

Her voice sends hot lava through his veins as he makes his way closer to the bar, eyes dropping to the white shirt clinging to her frame; the fabric doing nothing to hide the black bra beneath it. Instantly, his fingers go to his lips as he brushes the tips of them against the soft flesh, imagining the shirt off of her or better yet wet. "That's a new one..." He gestures with a nod of his head, watching as she looks up at him through impossibly dark lashes as she pours the amber liquid into the tumbler. "...the uhh.." His tongue dips out to wet his lips as he tilts his head, the pad of his thumb moving his bottom lip just slightly.

"A new one?" Glancing down, she let's out a chuckle before looking back up at him. "Yes, It is a new bra, Weaver. How nice of you to notice."

He takes the tumbler from her once it's filled and brings it up to his lips, parting them enough to take the liquid into his mouth and drink it down - savoring the sting as his eyes burn through that shirt and imagine it on the floor with the bra tugged down, trussing her up with her pert breasts and hard nipples free for his mouth to tease and taste. "Mmhmm."

She turns then, heading towards the back in tight black jeans that take his gaze with them as she walks away. The shape of her ass causes pressure to build below his belt and he groans aloud once she disappears out of his sight. She knows how to tease, that bartender, he thinks to himself as he finishes off the liquid and puts the tumbler back down against the bar top.

"Are you going home tonight?" His voice is a growl above the silence, dark and rough with lust building in his frame as the whiskey does nothing to help stoke the flame burning deep in his belly. He moves away from the stools and around the bar to grip the bottle he prefers, tugs off the top and refills his glass to the rim. "Hmm?"

"I thought we could go to your place?" She says as she peers around the door in the back, dark hues causing his mouth to go dry as he begins to nod in agreement before bringing his tumbler to his lips to wet his thirst that he knows isn't for what's in it. No, it's for the woman who is currently going through her checklist of closing up a bar that he wishes didn't exist right now.

He finishes off the refill faster than he ever had in his life, regardless of it being more than two times what he had drank before. The burn in his throat causes him to clear it, sighing as he makes his way over to a booth and slides onto the leather seat, head leaning back as he tries to imagine Roni out in the alleyway, caught between the brick wall and his body. The image her hands coming up to grip his jacket surfaces and he imagines her lips parting as his hands free the button of her jeans from the loop, pull the zipper down and then his hands are inside of the fabric, pushing her panties to the side and stroking between her warm pussy lips as cold rain drenches them from above.

The image shifts and she has her legs wrapped around his hips, his hands holding her wrists out against the brick wall, thrusting deep inside of her as a melody as sinful as a siren leaves her kiss swollen lips. Her shirt is drenched but the bra is gone and he can see her dusky nipples poking through the fabric, hard as pebbles. With each thrust, her thighs tense against him.

"Mmm.." He sighs out, hand going to his groin, palming himself shamelessly through his jeans as he imagines that mouth of hers, open and wide and moaning out his name as if her life depended upon it leaver her throat. "Ah.." His hips tilt, pushing the growing bulge in his jeans harder against his palm. "...fuck.." Groaning, he opens his eyes and imagines her right on the bar top with her legs spread as wide as they can go, her glistening pussy on display for him, causing his mouth to water.

"Looks like I've neglected someone." Her voice causes his eyes to search the expanse of the room, finding her at the far end near the jukebox with her hands on her hips. "I should remedy that, yeah?" He nods, licking his lips as she makes her way over to the booth and scoots up onto the surface, one leg on either side of him.

Reaching out he grips her shirt and pulls her closer to the edge, closer to him. "Neglect is a naughty thing to do." His voice is dark, laced in lust and authority as he slips his hand up to grip at the gold necklace around her neck, tugging her forward, face inches from his. "I think someone needs punished."

Her lips part as a heated breath escapes her mouth. She can feel herself throbbing through her jeans at his words, the need rising in her frame at the very promise. "Mm, tell me what you plan on doing..."

"Walk that ass of yours over to the bar. Bend over. And don't look at me while you do it." At first her lips part and she tries to voice something, but he shoots her a glare that keeps the words from leaving her throat. She reaches up then and smacks his hand away from her necklace before swinging her legs over the side of the table and pushing herself onto her feet. The way in which she sways her hips as she makes her way to the bar sends his cock throbbing before she makes it to the surface and bends over. "Remove your shoes and jeans."

"The door isn't locked, Weaver." She points out before setting on the task at hand, releasing the button on her jeans from it's loop then tugging it down. Bending over, curls falling along her cheeks like a curtain, she unlaces her boots. Standing back up, she pushes her hair out of her face and steps out of her shoes and jeans. "We should probably lock it." Then she gets back to her stance, bending over the bar and baring her ass to him, standing in only her shirt, bra and lace black thong.

"I think you're misunderstanding your position right now, Roni." Weaver hissed out, pushing up onto his feet and adjusting himself inside of his jeans for a second before slowly moving towards her at the bar. His eyes drinking in the vision before him, savoring every single curve of her body that he could see. "Naughty girls don't get to make requests. Naughty girls only follow orders."

Not that anyone would be coming in this late at night, but she still preferred to have the door locked just in case - especially in the current position she was in and yet - she couldn't deny what the thrill of it all was doing to her libido. Swaying her hips as the sound of his footfalls drew closer, she desperately awaited her punishment.

"Hmmm.." The second he's close enough, he reaches out - his palm played out against her spine as he allows her to feel just that little ounce of touch, something so small and yet he can already see her thighs quivering. "..I believe if someone walks in and sees you - eager and wanton - it might teach you a lesson." The words were meant for the moment, he in no way wanted someone to see what he could of her body; protectiveness pulsating and multiplying in his brain like a disease.

What was this intriguing creature doing to him?

Roni bit down hard on her lower lip, trying to calm her breathing at his words. Anxiety wasn't something she liked to dip her toes into, but the door being unlocked was constantly in the back of her mind regardless of the warmth of his palm sending her nerves into a frenzy, trembling as if she craved any semblance of touch from him. Come to think of it; she realized - she did. "Really, Weaver, we sh-"

 Thwat!

A yelp released from her lips the second the palm of his free hand smacked hard against her ass, the hand on her spine keeping her down against the bar so she couldn't move away before it hit hard once more against tender flesh. "We-" again, this time causing a moan to escape her lips as her core began to throb, fuck he knew her better than she knew herself.

"Did I tell you that you could speak?" When she opens her mouth and let's out a small noise, he holds his hand back up again - ready in case she does what he has already shown her that she isn't allowed to do. Thinking better than to try, she just nods and so he allows her a slight reprieve by gently placing his palm against the reddened skin and giving it a non-too gentle massage. "Good girl."

Roni wants to turn the tables, to be the one in control but allowing him this little dominant moment - might get her off better than she thought it would considering how wet she can feel herself becoming the longer she abides by his no talking rule. A glint of mischief flickers in her eyes as she considers speaking again just to feel his hand hit against her ass again. And damn it all if she doesn't. "I'm not a good girl."

The words cause a growl to build in his chest and leave his mouth in a rush. Even if he's the one in control, the words that left her lips tilt the scales just enough to cause a hard throb to build quickly through his cock, the sensation throwing him off for a second before he rears his hand back and thrusts it hard against her ass. "What was that?"

"I'm not a g-" His palm smacks harder against her, causing her to jolt forward, regardless of his other hand pressing against her spine. "I'm-" the next time his palm lands against her reddened skin, she cries out, his digits gripping the flesh roughly. "Fuck!" She hisses out but this time his palm does not rear back, instead it continues massaging her sensitive skin. "Tell me I'm bad."

"So, that's what you want to hear, aye?" Weaver leans in now, his chest pressing against her back as his mouth finds her ear. "You're a bad girl, Roni."

A whimper escapes her lips as she feels the bulge in his jeans press hard against her ass, while his hands are on either side of her now against the bar's surface. Like some cruel punishment, not allowing her to be touched by those rough digits that so deliciously aroused her seconds before. When the heat and pressure from his body leaves her, she leans her head against the cool surface of the bar top, trying to steady her breathing.

"If you're such a bad girl, then that means you deserve every ounce of punishment I give you. Am I right?" His back is to her now as he eyes the door, then glances over at the jukebox, biding his time. When she doesn't answer, his octave rises a little higher in his voice. "Am I right?"

"Yes." Her skin is tingling as she feels the shift in the air around her, the scent of him returning to her lungs as she inhales greedily, happy to have him back near her and anticipating his next move. As the seconds drift by, her heart speed increases, mouth going dry at the many images floating to the surface of her mind that could possibly occur. Only; what happens next is not at all what she had been expecting. His hands are on her, roaming, gripping, dipping beneath the fabric of her shirt and unhooking her bra. Heated palms quickly finding and kneading her breasts, thumb and forefinger pinching at her nipples as he grinds against her ass, his lips mere inches from her ear so that she can hear his labored breathing picking up and turning erratic to match his movements. Then it all stops, a chill creeping up along her skin as he has gone away from her, leaving the brunette in a mess of heavy breathing, aching erect nipples and trembling legs. "You're cruel.." Her voice wavers as she pushes up on her arms, enjoying the tug of the muscles in them - unsuccessfully trying to pull her attention to the act instead of to the current of arousal coursing through her veins.

"If you think your punishment is over..." He reaches below his belt, pushes the button on his jeans out of it's loop and tugs down the zipper, giving himself a little more room, having become uncomfortable staving off the need to plunge himself deep inside of her after just this long. "...you're mistaken." Slowly, he walked towards the bar, leaning against it and allowing his eyes to roam over her hunched over. "Touch yourself." When she looks up at him, her dark chocolate hues almost black with lust, he cocks a brow. "I said..." Reaching forward, he pushes his digits into her curly mane, locks them around a handful and tugs before hissing out. "...touch yourself."

She craves the feeling of his knuckles against her scalp, any sort of touch from him but with how meticulous he is, he's not allowing her that just yet. Hesitantly, she thrusts one of her hands beneath the fabric of her panties and begins circling her clit with her fingertips, not trying to get off - not yet - she knows better than to. The moment his hands release her hair, she once again tilts her forehead down to the cool surface and enjoys the tugging low in her belly as she teases herself.

He watches her as she gets into it, her fingers moving beneath the fabric of her thong, that is when he leans towards her again. Hand scooping her hair away from her ear before his lips go as close as possible without touching. "Do you feel that?" He growled out, pausing a beat to wet his lips with his tongue before continuing. "The heat of my breath mirroring the same warmth flooding in your body right now, sending those endorphins to your brain and causing your fingertips to tingle." When he hears a whimper leave her lips, he has to steel himself, take in a deep breath and keep his mind off of wanting to take himself in hand. "You're going to make yourself come, quickly, and I'm going to watch."

"Are you kidding me?" She growls out only to be rewarded with another smack to her ass, jarring her entire body at how forceful it was. "Fuck!" The movement caused her fingers to brush teasingly direct against her clit, her breasts rubbing against the bar. "You're killing me." Another slap against her ass, only this time he moves his hand quickly away from her and grips the side of the bar. Roni focuses on that, the white of his knuckles as it hangs onto the edge - imagining what it would look like if he gripped her throat. Her mouth felt dry as she quickened her movements, digits dancing roughly along her swollen clit. Her eyes darted to his face, watching as he kept it still and rested - denying her the satisfaction of watching him squirm. But she could see his pupils, dilated beyond measure and that's when every muscle in her body locked up and heat flooded her abdomen, pushing out through her frame.

He moves behind her the second her knees begin to tremble. "Have you learned your lesson?" When she doesn't respond, he reaches around and grips her throat, tugging her up off of the bar. "I asked you a question, Roni." She whines out something akin to yes but the way she is pushing her ass against him shows how desperate she is for his touch, even if his fingers are wrapped around her throat. Using his free hand, he tugs at the thong on her frame until the band rips, giving way and allowing him to toss it onto the bar top for later so he can take it home. Then slowly, he grinds against her, his voice a lust filled growl "You want this, don't you?"

Pushing further against him, she places her palms on the surface of the bar, fingertips clawing to give her leverage. "Weaver..." she gasps out, her head swimming from her orgasm, the tremors still wracking her frame. The second she begins to speak, he snakes an arm around her stomach to allow her to put some of her weight against him. At first, she wanted to take a dominate tone but instead opts for submissive considering their current play and how wanton he has left her or could leave her. "...please." She begs, one of her hands reaching up to grasp onto his wrist, nails biting into his skin. "...please, I'll be good..."

He releases her throat for a moment so that he can tug his pants and boxer shorts down enough to free his engorged throbbing cock, then he lines himself up at her entrance, only the tip pressing into her. "You'll be good?" He asks, hand going back to her throat as she moans under her breath two words that send his body into action. 'so good'. When he finally thrusts into her, he almost loses his balance, eyelids fluttering closed as his hand grips her throat tight. Roni's pussy is drenched, her entire core throbbing and clenching around him in a spasm furthering to diminish his resolve. "Fuck" he hisses out, forehead resting against her shoulder as he eases his hips back slowly, then pushes harder into her. "Damn." Every nerve ending is on fire, his nipples are throbbing painfully, his heart is hammering in his chest and fuck he isn't going to last long with the way his balls are tightening everytime he sheaths himself completely inside of her. "You're going to be a good girl from now on, aren't you Roni?"

"Mmhmm" She moans out, not able to move her hips back with the way he is holding her, keeping the pace at whatever he chooses. When his thrusts are still slow and minuscule, she bites at her lower lip - hard enough to cause pain to radiate through her lips but that is quickly thwarted when his cock brushes against her g-spot. "Uh!" She gasps out, releasing her swollen lip and further digging her nails into the skin of his wrist. "Yes, yes, yes, I am going to be so good, I fucking swear it..." And then he brushes against it one more time, only quicker.

"That's what I wanted to hear..." As soon as the words leave his lips, he holds onto her and speeds up his thrusts, each movement rougher and quicker than the last. Each sound from their throats furthering the chase to come, climbing and climbing. He could hear his heart hammering in his ears, feel the beat of Roni's pulse against his fingertips as he tightened his grip, cutting her air supply low before purposefully slowing down his movements as he felt her tilting her hips, he had loosened his hold around her waist just enough so that she could do that. A low chuckle left his lips as she widened her stance, opening her legs further, trying to encourage him. He would let her lose control, she had behaved so far. Releasing her throat, he pushed her head near the bar, hands finding the back of her neck as he released his arm around her waist and gripped at her hip before he fucked her harder than he ever had before, her hips tilting with each thrust, meeting him so that he could hit that delicious spot deep inside of her over and over again. "now scream for me.." he hissed, which gave Roni permission to let go and so she did. Soft cries from her lips turning into growls the closer and closer he came with each movement of his hips.

One of her hands reached back to grip his ass cheek, not trying to change his thrusts only to cling to something while her other clawed at the surface she was currently pressed against, his name spewing from her lips in desperate moans as the coil deep in her abdomen snapped and sent seering passion through her limbs, head swimming as she could feel him spilling himself inside of her as her core clenched and began to spasm around his throbbing cock. "Fuck, fuck, fuck.." She hissed out, the sensations still wracking her frame, a delicious fluttering coursing through her chest as her heart tries to get back into it's usual rhythm, her breath coming out in quick bursts. "...damn, fuck..." Her muscles were twitching and her stomach quivering along with her legs as she tried to wrap her head around everything that had just happened.

Weaver had came with a grunt seconds before and then just leaned his head against her back, feeling her ribs expand as she gulped in air to her lungs, much as he was currently — having lost all sense during his release. Lifting up off of her, he ran a hand lovingly along her back, before pulling out of her. Roni reached forward to grab a handful of napkins and handed some back to him. He cleaned himself off quickly and hissed out a "No" when he saw Roni reaching for one to clean herself too. When he was finished, he gripped her by the arm and whirled her around to him. Her face was flushed, vein prominent in her forehead, eyelids heavy. Dipping his lips to her mouth, he claimed them in a slow sensual kiss as his hands reached beneath that shirt of hers and he tugged at her bra. She took the hint and worked it off of her shoulders without removing her shirt, then tossed it to the ground. Reaching for her hips, he gripped them and lifted her up onto the bar.

"Weaver.." She sighed out as his mouth kissed it's way to her throat, tongue snaking out at her pulse point. "..come is going to get on the bar.." His finger went to her mouth and she took it between her lips and began sucking, causing Weaver to growl as his thumb toyed with her swollen lips before he straightened himself up and pulled the digit from her mouth with a sound pop. Reaching behind her, he grabbed the soda gun that was kept at the bar and then holding it up near her neck, he gripped it just right — causing the cold liquid to spill from the nozzle and run down the top of her white shirt. His eyes drank in the fabric that was becoming translucent the more soaked it became. His mouth watered at the sight, her pert dusky ripples hard and poking at the fabric as the liquid ran down her chest and stomach. Tossing the soda gun aside, he leaned in and claimed one of her nipples with his mouth, teeth nipping at the bud through the fabric before he closed his lips around it and sucked in the carbonated liquid.

Roni's hands went to his hair, fingertips gripping at the short locks as she tilted her head back and pushed her chest further against his mouth — arching her back. "Oh, fuck.." Licking her lips, she reveled in the sensation beginning in her breast and moving further through her chest — sending a throb to start dull between her legs. When his mouth moved onto the other one to do the same thing, his hand found the one he had just left — thumb and forefinger plucking and rolling the bud between his fingertips. "..we just...fucked...Weaver.. what.." when he lowered himself between her legs, she spread them wider, allowing him access as his palms sought out her lower back, holding her in place as his mouth began to lick up the club soda and their come, all the while his tongue was teasing her entrance, circling it before swiping up to her clit, the tip flicking the bud over and over before his lips closed around it and he began to suck relentlessly. Roni kept her hold on his locks as she ground her hips against his mouth, circling and tilting — anything to further the friction before she felt it, the familiar pressure in her lower belly as every muscle in her body began to tremble — the waves of pleasure crashing over her in an instant causing her to cry out.

Weaver slipped his tongue back to her entrance, drinking her in, savoring the taste of her come on his tongue as he lapped up everything her body gave him from her pleasure. He mumbled something against her pussy, the movement of his lips causing her hips to jerk as sensitivity heightened. Standing up he brought a hand to her warm, swollen pussy lips and began to rub them, making sure not to touch her clit. "There's my good girl..." He kissed her then, his tongue pushing between her lips to allow her to taste him and she did, sucked on his tongue with an intensity that only she could still have after being fucked hard against a bar then eaten out. "...lesson well learned, yeah?" When she nodded and nuzzled her head against his neck, he reached for the hem of her shirt and tugged it off over her head, then tossed it to the floor.

"I think I'm going to have a bit of trouble walking to your car." She joked before pushing at his chest, causing him to back up a little before she hopped off of the bar, looking for her jeans. Weaver pointed them out, having accidentally kicked them aside at some point during the act itself. She began to tug on her jeans while he pulled up his and boxers, righting his attire before looking over at her. Her skin glistened with a sticky shine, her thighs still had a bit of just fucked wetness clinging to them that he noticed she didn't care to clean off as she pulled her jeans up over her bare ass, zipping them then giving her soaked shirt a grimace.

Weaver shrugged out of his jacket and walked towards her, pulling it on over her frame and zipping it up to cover her breasts before he went over to pick up her bra and shirt, gathering them together before collecting her lace thong and stashing it into the back pocket of his jeans. He turns to find her laughing at him. "Eh, what's that about?" He's smiling now as he closes the space between them and she slides against his side, allowing him to snake an arm around her shoulder as they make their way out of the bar, flipping off the lights in their wake.

"You have a thing for collecting my panties for some reason." She says as she turns to lock the bar up before taking up her precious position at his side, both walking towards his black car parked across the street. "Where do you keep them all, anyway?" He shot her a look of 'wouldn't you like to know' before leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to her lips that melds into a passionate embrace the second they arrive to his car.

Roni makes a mental note to come in early tomorrow so she can give the counter a really good cleaning before serving drinks and the like to her patrons.

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