Let your Sleepy Conscience be Your Guide

I believe that all love is equal love. I ship many ships from Once Upon a Time, mostly Evil Charming and Outlaw Queen. Dragon Queen for sure, with a touch of Mad Queen and a tiny sliver of Swan Queen.I am Slytherin.Tenth Doctor.Filmmaker in the making. Mother. Wife. Daughter. Sister.I am bisexual. Married to a man.

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Update - The Twisted Tale We Weave

David called Regina the next morning, wanting to know if she knew anything about a pirate who called himself Captain Hook. She rolled her eyes to herself as she explained that she did, and asked why. “He’s in town.” “How?” “No clue. Emma searched his ship but she can’t search the way you can. With magic, I mean. I was wondering uh, if maybe–” “Yeah, I’ll go take a look,” Regina cut in. “No! No, I mean yes, but I don’t want you to go alone. I was going to ask if I could come get you and take you there,” David rushed. She knew if she argued, he’d show up at the docks anyway, so Regina sighed and agreed.

She was nervous. There wasn’t a reason to be, well… unless she considered she might face the man who’d cheated her and made her believe her mother was dead. But Regina could take him on. How he’d evaded Rumplestiltskin, she’d never understand. When David arrived, Regina was halfway out the door to walk to his car and noticed he was walking up the sidewalk. “You didn’t have to get out of the car.” He chuckled. “Always so difficult.” “And you’re too friendly. So Emma talked to Hook?” “She did,” David answered, opening the passenger door for her and receiving a shake of her head. “And he didn’t say why he was here?” “No.” Regina waited until he’d gotten in and started the truck before saying anything else. “Well he’s the reason we had to face my mother in the Enchanted Forest.” Frowning, he looked at her. “What? Why?” “He was who I sent to kill her before I cast the curse. I knew I didn’t want her coming through with the curse, so I enchanted his hook for one go and taught him how to take out a heart with it.” “Ah. So you just… well, how did they trick you?” Regina sighed. “My mother didn’t have her heart in her body, so when he tried, he was obviously unsuccessful. I imagine she offered him something to turn sides and bring her back, while she pretended she was in fact dead. Serves me right for trusting a pirate.” David reached his hand over after he put the truck in gear. He squeezed her thigh, the touch coming naturally, even though it made her stiffen just slightly. “I’m sorry, Regina. You deserved so much better of a childhood than you got.” “It’s done and over with. Now we’ll tend to this stupid pirate and see what he wants. I can hazard a guess though.” “What is your guess?” “He wants Rumplestiltskin. He wants to kill him. Not that I particularly care, but it is what it is.” David thought for a moment as they drove together. He needed to get Snow and Emma to be okay with Regina acting as mayor again. Snow had apparently taken over in their absence, and was proving to buckle under the pressure. And it wouldn’t hurt for a powerful sorceress to be the one watching the town and knowing everything that was going on with it. “You’re thinking hard on something, dear, I can almost see smoke coming out of your ears,” Regina teased, winking at him when he looked over at her. “Always funny, aren’t you?” “Hah, now that’s something no one would ever believe.” She looked out her window, finally bringing her own hand to rest atop his on her thigh. Squeezing his fingers, Regina thought a moment on how badly she missed him already. She’d only been alone two nights and she craved him in her bed, craved the quiet of their mornings together and the desire for her that he’d had. Now he had his wife to tend to and make happy. Thinking of which, “Where does Snow think you are?”

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Regina busied herself the best she could all day to make the time go by faster. She baked brownies, one of Henry's favorite desserts, and started her lasagna when noon passed and they hadn't come yet. She figured if they weren't there for dinner she could at least pack some for Henry to take, since it was one of his favorite meals (and David had been fond of it, too).

Preparations for the lasagna were done by half past one, and Regina covered it, sliding it into the preheated oven. She decided to change her clothes, wanting to wear more than jeans and a t-shirt for Henry; this was special after all, him coming over. And maybe part of her wanted to look nice when David saw her, to let him know she was just fine without him. She wasn't. She already missed him, and despite knowing she needed no one besides Henry, she'd fallen for David, and hated the fact that he was picking up his life with Snow right where he'd left it off.

Changing into a black dress with short sleeves and a deep v-neck, Regina styled her hair and did her make up. She ran a subtle, but dark, pink lipstick over her full lips and double (triple) checked her appearance in the mirror.

Her breath hitched when the doorbell rang, and part of her felt sad that Henry wouldn’t just feel free to enter, but the other part of her was nearly trembling with nerves. Checking the clock and noting that it was nearly three, Regina made her way down the stairs and slipped into the heels by the door. She took a calming breath, then opened the door and smiled.

“Henry!” she said excitedly, though trying to keep her voice calm and less emotional, lest she cry about being the parent he visited with instead of the one with whom he lived.

“Hey mom!” Henry entered, wrapping his arms around her waist in a quick hug before pulling back. “How’s being back home?”

Regina forced a smile. “Oh it’s nice having a shower again. But I’m afraid I had more freedom in the Enchanted Forest. And a castle.” She winked, knowing that would get him. “But nothing will ever compare to getting to see you again. I missed you so very much.”

Henry grinned. “I missed you, too. Tell me about your castle!”

“Oh, well it’s a castle. It’s fine, but I actually don’t mind not living in a castle anymore. But it was nice, having friends there. Why don’t we let David actually come in and take this conversation somewhere besides the entryway?”

Henry laughed sheepishly, turning toward David. “Come on, gramps. I can give you the tour.”

“I remember what it’s like,” David answered, before thinking on his words.

Regina winced and closed the door, then turned to face the guys.

“When did you come here?”

“Uh… before the curse broke, your mom made me dinner when I was going through the divorce with Kathryn, when I needed a friend. She made me lasagna. It was nice.”

Breathing a sigh of relief that he’d left out the major parts of why she’d brought him home and what she’d tried, Regina smiled and nodded at Henry. “I did. And I’m actually baking lasagna right now, in case you guys want dinner. It would be an early meal, or you can take some home if you’d rather.”

David smiled. “We’d love to stay for dinner.” He motioned for Henry to lead him into the house, and once the boy was turned and walking, David rested his hand on Regina’s lower back and kissed the side of her head. “You look lovely,” he whispered, his smile brightening. “But you can’t hide your sadness from me, disappointing as that may be for you.”

Regina looked down for a second, then turned her face to look up at him, those beautiful blue eyes she’d fallen for shining and looking as deep as ever. “We’ll talk about it later. Or never. It doesn’t much matter at this point.”

He nodded curtly, and they were interrupted a moment later by Henry’s voice beckoning them to come.

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Such a long, overdue update! Sorry for that guys! Also, I will be reblogging this onto the account I use, since I don’t really use this one anymore. If you check the notes, you’ll see which on is me! Chapter is under the break, too.

Regina's time with Henry came, so David stayed scarce for a few days, and by the time Henry went back with Emma, Regina was far beyond ready for David. She worked in the kitchen for nearly forty minutes before everything was ready, then spent several minutes after that carrying everything upstairs. She covered the chaise in her room with an old sheet and pulled it beside her bed, setting everything up on it and lighting a few candle throughout the room.

David arrived just in time as promised, and Regina went downstairs to meet him. Grinning widely, she kissed him after he took off his jacket, and slipped her hand into his.

"What has you in such a good mood?" he muttered, tugging her to him and pressing a return kiss to her lips.

"I was thinking we'd try another list thing today." Regina pulled away, leading him up the stairs and to the bedroom. Before opening the door, she turned and tilted her head back, pulling his down to her and nipping at his lip.

"And what list thing is this?" he asked, moving his hands to grip her waist and moving closer to her.

Regina moved one hand to the doorknob, twisting it and pushing the door open with her body as she backed into the room, David moving with her. When he saw what she had set up, he grinned, then pressed his body closer to hers, kicking the door shut and moving his hands to her ass and lifting her, only to take a few steps and drop her to the bed.

Leaning down to hover over her, he pressed a kiss to her smirking lips, then down her jaw and her neck until he got to her chest, the top three buttons of her shirt undone. David undid the rest of them, kissing down the center of her stomach until he reached her pants. Tugging the shirt out, he unfastened her pants and pushed up onto his knees, tugging them and her underwear down her legs as Regina lifted them to help.

He went through the motions of continuing to undress them both, gently pushing Regina back against the bed when she sat up and tried to help him. Once he was done, he took in the sight of her body, then laid over her, kissing her and parting full lips with his tongue.

Regina kissed him back for a long moment, then moved one hand to dip it into the melted chocolate, which was still nice and hot. She brought her finger to his neck, smearing the chocolate there and tilting her head to lick it off him. David groaned, and when she finished licking his neck clean, he smirked, pushing up on his knees and reaching for the spoon beside the bowl of chocolate. Dipping the spoon in and gathering a generous amount of the heated sweet, he brought the spoon to hover over her body. David tilted it, watching as the chocolate drizzled onto her chest, right between her breasts, then over the swell of her right breast and around her nipple. He rested the spoon back beside the bowl, and then leaned down, licking the valley between her breasts, slowly cleaning her of the chocolate. Following the trail he made, David moved his mouth up her breast, closing his lips around her nipple and sucking the chocolate surrounding it off. Regina moaned, arching her back into him and running her fingers through his hair as his lips and tongue cleaned her. When the chocolate was almost entirely off her skin, he dipped the spoon once again, repeating the trail he’d made onto her untouched breast. He lowered his mouth to her, tauntingly licking and kissing the chocolate off her, moving up to press a kiss to her lips.

Regina's tongue slid out, tasting the chocolate he'd eaten off her body and letting out a soft moan. David moved back to her breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth and clearing all the chocolate from her skin. When he was finished, he grabbed an ice cube from the champagne chiller and popped it into his mouth, sucking on it for a minute before holding it between his lips. He then pressed the ice cube to the breast his warm mouth and the melted chocolate had just been on, circling her nipple with the frozen water.

Regina sucked a breath in through her teeth, even as her body arched into David. He moved the ice cube over the top of her nipple, all around it, following the light pink trail the chocolate had left on her skin. She moaned until he relented and sucked the half melted cube into his mouth, letting it finish melting there as he kissed down her stomach.

When he got to her navel, he dipped his cold tongue into it and Regina's breath hitched. David grinned, then placed open-mouthed kisses down the rest of her stomach, watching as bumps rose on her skin from the temperature. Licking her from one hipbone to the other, he ran his fingers through her folds, pleased to find she was already wet for him.

“Oh, David,” she breathed, her hips rising off the bed at the touch. But he pulled away too soon, making her whimper.

“I'm not done eating off you yet,” David teased, dipping the spoon deep into the chocolate again. He popped another ice cube into his mouth, sucking on it and letting it melt on his tongue while he covered her stomach with drizzles of chocolate.

Regina moaned as the heat hit her skin, then she watched as he dropped the ice cube from his mouth and into his hand.

Holding it in his fingertips, David leaned down and began licking the chocolate from her while he rubbed the ice on the inner crease of her thigh.

She was panting by then, eyelids heavy with arousal as she watched him. He only chuckled softly when she whimpered his name, but he did get up on his knees, grabbing a bottle of water from the lounge and sipping it to clean his mouth. David then popped another ice cube into his mouth, only sucking it for a minute before tossing it to the side.

He grinned at her, then finally, he slid his cold tongue through her folds, and the reedy moan Regina let out was beyond worth all the teasing he'd been doing. David sucked on her clit, flicking his tongue over it side to side as he pressed two fingers to her entrance and pushed into her.

Regina gasped and moaned at the temperature difference between his tongue and her hot, wet clit, and she rocked her hips up into his touch, moving desperately with the pulse of his fingers, needy and wanting and so full of desire she could barely handle it.

He sucked her clit harder, circling his lips around it and curling his fingers inside her. She was already trembling for him, her legs raising and lowering, knees bending and squeezing him, before relaxing, restless as she neared her orgasm, and David loved that feeling.

Regina whimpered and moaned more for him, and her breath hitched when he hit her g-spot just right, so he continued pressing against it in just that way. It wasn't long before she was crying out, her hands coming down onto his shoulders, nails biting into his skin. Her shoulders curved inward, and her knees closed around his head, as she tensed and tightened around him, and fuck if he didn't love that reaction from her when she came for him.

David pulled his fingers from her, then gripped her knees in his hands and pushed her legs up, her thighs pressing along her torso. He pushed his weight against her shins and thrust his cock deep into her, groaning when he felt a few spasms around him as her body recovered from the orgasm she'd endured.

“Damn,” he mumbled, thrusting into her. “You feel so good, babe.” She hated not being able to move with him, but the way his weight was pinning her allowed her nothing. But he thrust and thrust, deeper each time into her until he was bottoming her out.

Regina pushed her legs against him, wanting to take control. David let her, easing up.

“On your back,” she told him, grinning mischievously. He complied, dropping to his back beside her and looking up at her. Regina reached into the nightstand and pulled out a blindfold, holding it up for him to see. “May I?”

David licked his lips and grinned, nodding eagerly. “Absolutely.” He pushed up on his elbows so she could reach around to the back of his head as she pulled the silk around his eyes and tied it at the back.

Regina hovered her mouth over his, her lips brushing his as she whispered, “Can you see me?”

“Not even a little.”

“Good.” She moved to pull the spoon from the chocolate, drizzling a generous amount on his chest and stomach, smirking when David gasped. Regina then licked the spoon clean, slipping it into the ice bucket to get cold. Shifting to straddle his thighs, she let out a little moan when she felt his erection against her clit. She should have let them both finish, but she’d wanted her turn, too.

She lowered herself, starting with the messy lines of chocolate on his abdomen. Regina licked and sucked the skin, occasionally dragging her teeth over the muscles and smirking at the lines she left from her teeth. David groaned, tilting his head to look down at her, only to get a reminder that he was blindfolded. Instead he moved his hands to her hair, fingers caressing the soft tresses as she moved up his body.

Regina nipped at his sternum, his pecs, then teasingly on each nipple, laughing softly as she retreated back to where the chocolate was. Once he was clean, she climbed off the bed and walked to her dresser, picking up one of the thick, tall candles and carrying it to the bed.

“Do you trust me?” she asked softly, carefully straddling his hips.

“Of course I do.”

“This is going to be hot. Really hot. Is that okay?”

David swallowed, then nodded slowly, curious about what she was going to use. “Okay.”

Regina rolled her hips tauntingly slow on him, his cock trapped between their bodies, but settled nicely against her soaking core. Holding out her free arm, she tilted the candle a foot and a half above her own skin, letting it hit the underside of her forearm. She hissed, but more in surprise than anything else, finding that it wasn’t as bad as she would have expected. Pleased, she tilted the candle over his stomach, watching at the wax landed just above his navel.

He let out a soft groan, the muscles of his abdomen moving beneath his skin in response. David felt the substance tighten slightly on his skin, and he murmured, “Candle wax?”

“Very good, darling. Does it feel alright?”

“Mhm.” David didn’t say anything else, simply waiting for her to continue.

Regina tilted the candle again, this time closer to his body and higher on his torso, over his chest. It dripped onto his skin, and his fingers flexed into the bed covers. She leaned over, taking the spoon from the ice bucket and holding it over his chest, right beside where the wax landed. Small drops of water from the melting ice landed on his skin, and he arched his back off the bed in response.

“That’s amazing, babe,” he mumbled, hands moving to find her hips. David pulled her on him, keeping the sensation of her hot core moving on his cock.

She moved her hips in time with his hands, allowing the grip as she tilted the candle once more, over his pec this time. He squeezed her hips tightly in his hands, groaning and biting his bottom lip. Regina pressed the cold spoon to his other pec, letting the sensation of the temperature differences wash over him.

Unable to take more waiting, Regina pushed up on her knees and took him into her hand, holding him straight up and lowering herself on him. They let out equally pleased moans, and both began moving their hips together. She blew out the candle, setting it down on the chaise, then tossed the spoon back into the bucket. Moving one hand to his face, she pushed the blindfold up so he could look at her again.

David grinned, sitting up and wrapping one arm around her back to keep her moving on him. He reached for an ice cube as she rode him, popping it into his mouth and leaning in to kiss her. Regina parted her lips and David transferred the ice to her mouth, then grinned and arched his back, taking one nipple between his lips and flicking his cold tongue over it.

The sensation was almost too much for her to take, but it wasn’t until David brought his hand to her clit that she whimpered, still close from the orgasm she’d kept from herself earlier in her need to play with him.

He rubbed her clit, up and down, side to side, switching every so often to change the pattern and keep her on edge. Pulling his mouth from her breast, David kissed her again, letting her transfer the mostly melted cube back to his mouth, where he sucked it until it was gone. He then lowered his mouth again, taking the abandoned nipple into his mouth and sucking it. He nipped it gently, flicking it with his tongue, then wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard on it, laving it with his tongue after.

Regina was a mess by then, rocking into him with one arm around his shoulders as her fingers clutched into the back of his arm, her other hand squeezing his side. She whimpered and moaned, her breaths coming heavy against his hair, the corner of her lips resting against his forehead.

“David—“

“Just come, Regina. I want you to come for me.” With his words, she did. She cried out, shaking and trembling on him as she barely managed her hold herself upright in his lap, on his cock. David groaned at her spasming core, biting her nipple roughly, then releasing it to kiss a trail up to her neck. He bit down on her pulse point, sucking the skin as he thrust a handful of more times into her, then spilled his release deep inside of her.

They collapsed on the bed together, both panting and sighing as they came down from their orgasms. Finally, after several long moments of laying in the silence of the dimly lit room, David pushed up on his elbow and grinned down at her. “We have to do that again.”

“Mm, I definitely agree. With more patience, too.”

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Alone

EC week, Day Four - Missing Year

It was the last day in January, and Regina was sitting outside with a heavy fur cloak wrapped around her shoulders. It hardly kept out the cold, but she wasn’t concerned about freezing. No, she was worried about the next day being yet another painful reminder that she was destined to never see Henry again. She would never see him, never be able to hear his sweet voice telling her he loved her, or good morning, or… Happy Birthday. And so she was sitting in the dark, freezing courtyard, her eyes scanning the blackness through the wetness in her eyes that she wouldn’t let overpour.

Regina sighed at the sound of crunching rocks and dirt on the path behind her. Straightening her back, she turned her head to see who her intruder was. Raising an eyebrow - that he likely couldn’t even see - she tilted her head up to look at him. “What are you doing out here?”

“I don’t know what you expected,” David answered softly, taking a seat beside her on the cold bench. He faced the castle, so they were facing opposite directions, figuring it would be easier for her to talk that way. “Snow knows what tomorrow is, though I’m not sure if you truly didn’t expect her to remember, or if you simply didn’t want her to.”

With another sigh, Regina shook her head and looked down at her gloved hands in her lap. “I suppose I didn’t think about it. You’ll have to forgive me; my thoughts have been elsewhere.”

David nodded, bringing his left hand to squeeze her bicep gently. “I’m not going to ask you to talk about it, or how you’re feeling. That’s why I came instead of Snow. We just don’t want you to be alone.”

“And just what do you think you’re going to be able to do by just sitting here? Keep me from acting on my pain by hurting others? Prevent me from causing destruction?” she snapped, her dark eyes rolling, and she could just barely see the exasperated look on his face as he shook his head.

“No, Regina. We’ve all come a long way since you cast the curse. We know who you are, who you’ve spent much time getting back to. But eleven years of not having to be alone on this day, and then suddenly not having your son for it… I imagine that would be quite difficult. So I’m here to sit and do as you please - talk or not talk - until you’re fine enough to be left alone.”

Tightening her jaw, she pursed her lips and nodded, silently accepting his company. They sat there, neither of them saying anything for a long time, until David tired of the silence. He braced his hands on the cold, hard stone of the bench beneath them, and leaned back so he could see her face better. Turning his head slightly, he looked up at the sky and searched the stars. When he found the brightest in the sky, he pointed up.

“Do you see that bright star? The one that outshines the rest?” Regina looked up and found the star, nodding slightly and humming. “It’s name is Sirius,” David continued, watching her face. “It is supposedly twice the size of the sun.”

“And you know this, how?”

“I watched the stars a lot as a boy, I would go out when I couldn’t sleep and lay on our land, watching the sky. I did it often when I was waiting for my father to get home from one of his trips. Anyway, my love for it apparently extended to my Storybrooke persona, and I spent a lot of evenings doing the same when I was trying to figure things out with Kathryn, and then when I’d messed things up with Mary Margaret,” he explained. “But then I started looking up what I was looking at. It’s the one thing that is the same here as there. No matter where we are, the sky is the same. Perhaps that’s why I find myself so fascinated with it.”

Regina waited a long moment before turning to look at him again, this time without tears in her eyes, and with a lighter heart. It wasn’t completely better, but she didn’t feel nearly as weighed down by the sadness as she did before. The simple thought that Henry could be looking up at the same sky as she was - in a different realm or not - made her heart hurt just a little bit less.

“Thank you, David,” she whispered.

“You’re welcome.” There was such pain and sadness still in her eyes, that David couldn’t help it when he brought his left hand up, his finger hooking under her chin and keeping her eyes level with his. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers softly, barely using any pressure at all, just enough to feel it. Pulling back, he looked into her eyes again, then leaned forward once more, his lips pressing softly between hers, her upper lip caught between both of his, and he held it for a minute.

When he pulled away, he opened his blue eyes and watched her brow furrow in confusion. “Wh-what was that?”

Shrugging, David smiled and released his hold on her chin. “Everybody deserves a kiss on their birthday.”

“I-I…”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll leave you alone now.”

“Thank you, David.”

“Anytime.” He stood, walking just a few feet away before he turned around again. “Happy Birthday, Regina. Just… remember you’re not alone.” He turned away again, unable to see the soft smile on her lips and a few tears sliding down her cheeks.

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Rolling in the Deep

She stepped toward him, her eyes falling to his lips, her hand on his arm, her own lips moving to press against his. David stepped back, looking apologetic, but sincere.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to - I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, it’s just… this is great like it is,” he excused softly, looking at her with those bright, earnest blue eyes, so she nodded.

“No, it was me. I just got caught up in the moment.”

He grinned at her then, the left corner of his mouth tipping up just slightly more than the other side, and she suddenly really wanted to kiss him - not just for revenge or to keep him away from Snow - she really, truly wanted to kiss those pretty pink lips, to feel the softness of his mouth against her own. But he’d already turned her down, so she backed away.

“I should get going.” David backed away then, too and she pursed her lips and shook her head, walking him into the foyer. As she walked him out, standing at the door with her wine glass in hand, Henry opened the front door, looking between them and tilting his head, his brow furrowed in confusion, then in anger.

“You can’t do this! You can’t get away with it!” he yelled, turning back around and throwing himself at Emma. And in that moment, Regina wanted her son back, just as she always did, but she also wanted a moment to breathe and not have him screaming at her. She also thought, perhaps, she could use the moment of pain to get David to stay, maybe get that kiss by the end of the night.

Looking down the sidewalk to Emma, whose green eyes were full of a rage all their own, Regina nodded, then called, “Get him to school on time, Ms. Swan, or it’ll be the last time he runs off with you without my permission again.” She slammed the door shut, then let her shoulders fall as she turned her gaze back toward David. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“I’m sorry you had to deal with it. What did he mean?” David realized how intrusive that was, asking her what the conversation between she and Henry had been about. “I’m sorry, that’s not my business.”

“No, no, dear, it’s fine. I… He’s seen the way we’ve become friends, and he doesn’t like it. Henry likes that teacher of his, and since you two are no longer… doing whatever it was you were doing, he thinks I’m trying to keep you from... dating her again.”

David nodded his understanding, looking her over and seeing the pained expression in her chocolate eyes as she looked down at her glass, then raised it to her lips to take a swig of the red liquid inside. “You know… I don’t really have anywhere I need to be tonight. I can always catch up on sleep after work tomorrow.”

“Really?” she asked, her tone doubtful and her gaze flickering to his eyes, then away from him. “You don’t have to, really, I’ll be just fine.”

“No, trust me, it sounds like a nice evening.”

Regina smiled softly, then led him back to the kitchen, where he shook his head at himself and mumbled something about how he’d almost lost his knight in shining armor title by promising to do her dishes and nearly leaving them still dirty in the sink. She chuckled softly at his words, saying, “Oh I would’ve been alright. You’ve done more than enough favors for me today to secure your title.”

Pushing the faucet handle up, David gave her a wide grin and started rinsing the dishes off, opening the dishwasher and loading it quickly. Regina stopped him at the pots and pans, firmly telling him those didn’t go in the dishwasher, and if he did put them in, he would most definitely be losing that special title.

It was domestic, and sweet, and when Regina poured them each another glass of wine, the pair wandered into her sitting room, taking up on the wide, white sofa and settling in. She kicked off her heels, bending her knees and bringing her feet up to tuck under her bottom as she leaned one side against the back of the couch, her body facing his and her head propped up on a fist, that elbow pressed against the firm cushion of the back of the sofa. Cradling her wine in her free hand, Regina watched him as he sat in practically the same position, the only difference was that he had one knee bent against the back of the couch, his foot tucked behind his other knee, whose foot was resting flat on the floor. She smiled as he situated himself, her eyes taking in his appearance, and fuck, he was really handsome. How had she not truly noticed that before?

“What made you get into politics, Regina?” he asked softly, making conversation, though he was surprised to find that it was much easier than many of the conversations he’d had with most people in the town.

“My mother, then my ex-husband. And it kind of just… stuck, I suppose.”

“You were married?”

She nodded. “I was.”

“Divorced?”

“Widowed.”

“I’m… god, I’m sorry, Regina.”

Regina shook her head quickly, sipping her wine and pursing her lips. “Honestly… I’m not. I should be, and I’m probably going to terrify you and you’ll run away from me, from this friendship, forever, but I was grateful when he died. He was cruel and I wanted a way out. It just so happened that it was destined to happen for me.”

Tilting his head at that, David nodded slowly, contemplating her words. “Then I am sorry you had a cruel husband.”

“I wasn’t the first, I’m sure I won’t be the last.”

The pair moved on to lighter topics, talking for hours until they made it through another bottle of wine, and they passed out, fully clothed, with their bodies pressed together, Regina’s body along the length of his as the slept the wine-induced comas off.

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The next morning, Regina woke slowly at the sound of the grandfather clock in the corner chiming the early hour. She counted the gongs of the clock, there were six. Six in the morning, and she didn’t know why she was warm, or what was digging into her stomach above her hip. Pulling back, she looked up at what she was laying on, and the memory of the night before sunk into her brain. She hadn’t even slept with him, yet they were waking up together on her couch.

Blue eyes opened and David was smiling softly. Until they both realized just what it was pressing against her stomach. He laughed awkwardly, trying to brush it off as nothing, but Regina had another plan in mind.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say your thoughts last night of keeping this platonic are going against what your body is telling you you want,” she murmured softly, her eyes tracing over his shape, then back up to meet his bright eyes.

“I’m sorry… it’s... morning. I don’t mean to be… crude or anything,” he stammered, his cheeks flushing and his gaze shifting away from her, wandering over any inanimate object he could find.

Regina leaned up, shifting up his body so her hip was pressing down firmly against where he was hard in his pants. “David, I promise I’m not offended,” she whispered softly, her lips brushing his cheek softly as she pulled them away from his ear. She could almost feel the tension in the room, and she could definitely feel the way his body tensed beneath her, his hands finding her hips and holding her still the moment she tried to pull away from him.

That was when she looked into his eyes again, and that time they weren’t bright and fresh from waking up, but darkened, his pupils dilated in arousal. And suddenly it was too easy. But she wasn't the one who kissed him first. It was David who leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers in a quick kiss, followed by another, then a third, that one longer and hotter, his hand moving up into her hair. His free arm wrapped around her back as he sat up, holding her in his lap as he took her bottom lip between his teeth, biting and sucking it. Her dress hitched up around her hips as he settled against the back of the couch, one of her knees on either side of his hips.

Regina flicked her tongue against his upper lip, and he released her lower one, turning it into another kiss, mouths moving together as tongues slid against each other's, and she rolled her hips against him. His hands moved to the hem of her dress, and he tugged it up, releasing the strain of it against her legs, so she settled her core tighter against him as he shifted his hips lower on the couch, so she was sitting on his restrained erection. Letting out a little moan, Regina pulled away, shoving at his flannel shirt. He leaned forward, tugging the fabric off, then pulled his second shirt over his head. Her eyes raked over his torso, followed by her nails, which created eight faint red lines from his chest to either side of his navel, and he let out a low growl at the act. David reached for the zipper of her dress, undoing it, then pulling the fabric over her head, leaving her hair messy and her body bare of everything except the chocolate lace of her bra and underwear, the color perfectly matching her eyes and making her skin look positively radiant.

His mouth was on her skin then, latching and sucking to the swell of her breasts, moving and tasting, switching between both, giving equal attention, until he couldn't bear the fabric covering her anymore. He reached around her again, this time undoing the clasp of her bra and tugging it off her body.

Taking in the sight of her bare breasts, he inhaled sharply, then wrapped his lips around one pert nipple, sucking it into his mouth and flicking his tongue over the tightened flesh. Regina let out a soft moan, rocking her hips down harder against him. She then grabbed his face in her hands, pushing him off her and climbing off his lap. He looked up at her in momentary confusion, until she started pushing off her underwear, and he watched as the dark fabric dropped down her slender legs. David then hurriedly undid his belt and button, not bothering with the zipper of his pants before lifting his hips and shoving them off with his boxers, kicking them to the side.

She straddled him again, this time over his thighs, her hand reaching down and gripping him in her palm. Her fingers wrapped tightly around him, and god, she had not been expecting his size, though with Prince Charming’s self-righteous attitude, she should have. Regina stroked over his length a few times before scooting herself further up his legs until she was raised and hovering over him. David took his cock from her then, watching as he gathered her wetness on the tip. He held himself up, his free hand moving to her hip to pull her down over him, and both let out thick moans as he filled her.

Regina rolled her hips on him steadily for a minute before they settled on a pace, and once they did, David leaned down and caught her nipple between his lips again. One hand was on her other breast, fingers tugging and twisting her nipple, then cupping her entire breast, feeling the weight and groping, before he switched again, pulling at her nipple, pinching and rolling it. The other hand was on her ass, squeezing the ample flesh as she rolled her hips over and over him, his own hips meeting each move she made as he worked each part of her body.

David switched breasts, taking the opportunity to test her limits by biting down gently on her nipple, and when she moaned instead of flinching, he bit harder, drawing a whimper from her that time. She was so gorgeous, her body was perfect, tight and tiny, her hips small, and he pulled away, his eyes taking in the sight of her as she slid her hands over his shoulders and down his back, her nails biting into his skin and dragging back up to his shoulders. He hissed, then dropped one hand between their bodies, thumb finding her clit and circling it slowly.

“Fuck, David,” Regina moaned, her head dropping back, exposing her throat to him. He leaned forward, latching his mouth to the column where her skin was stretched tight and sucking. David moved his hips faster, his thumb quickening against her, switching between circles and stroking side to side, up and down, changing the pace and the motion to keep her guessing, her body on edge.

She squeezed his shoulders and he moved his mouth over her neck, pressing hot kisses to her skin and stopping to suck over her pulse point. Regina brought her head back up, pressing her chin against his temple, urging his head up, and when he complied, she pressed her lips to his in a heated kiss, teeth, lips and tongues working frantically as they both grew closer to the edge.

David groaned her name then, the first thing he’d uttered since he’d kissed her, and that was fine with both of them, up until she heard his name fall from his lips, his voice husky and full of need, and Regina couldn’t even bother feeling that pleasure of keeping him from Snow in that moment, no, she was too busy enjoying how well this man filled her and fucked her.

Regina was the first to cry out, her pitch higher than she could remember it ever being, her grip tight on the muscles that ran over his shoulders, her nails breaking skin and drawing blood. Thighs trembling, she nipped on his tongue, then sucked it between her lips. David pulled back, burying his face into her neck as he came, a heavy groan making its way out of his throat, his hips jerking up into her as his cock pulsed his release deep inside of her.

They sat there a moment, each reveling in the afterglow of their orgasm, then they separated, gathering clothes and handing pieces to each other that they picked up off the floor. The space between them was awkward, if only for a moment, then Regina walked him to the door, and David leaned down, dropping a soft kiss to her cheek before he left her in her foyer, shutting the door and leaning back against it.

And if it happened again, and again, and again, well, after that morning, who could blame them?

[michebellaxo]

Hello

Due to getting an obscene amount of hateful questions, this anon box is closing and this blog will be on an indefinite hiatus. I will be back only to post updates to my Evil Charming fanfiction. Feel free to message me off anon if you would like to follow my new blog, I would love to have you. 

[michebellaxo]

Ur probably not even bi, you probably just say that to hide your obvious homophobia. Why don't you just stick to your shitty adultery queen tags cuz we won't stop tagging Lana on our anti posts since she's half that shitty ship.

ouatreceipts

Thank you for your message. Thanks to this, I’ve now discovered I am not actually bisexual at all, holy wow, I wouldn’t have come to that conclusion without your help. (hahaha. wow. thanks by the way) 

Yes, I am bisexual. I used to ship swan queen, actually. But Emma pissed me off. And then people blogging constantly that Emma and Regina are lesbians irritated me, because honestly, aside from the small possibility that they’ve been hiding themselves from the world their whole lives, even if SQ became canon, they would be bisexual, and bi erasure upsets me.

It isn’t too much to ask that people tag things properly. Swen don’t want to go in the Lana tag and find SQ hate, nor to OQers want to go into it to find OQ hate. And yes, I was using the right search, searching for Outlaw Queen, and the post had nothing about Lana in it, said nothing about her acting or anything. It was strictly an anti post, and then was tagged with Lana Parrilla. If you want people to respect your tags, please respect theirs. It is a two way road.

And I’m sorry, feel free to clarify, but I don’t know what Adultery Queen is, thank you, as far as I’m concerned, that’s not a ship anyone ships. ;)

[michebellaxo]

easied:

analisfun69:

a website where you get attacked for breathing

[e-fletcher]

Favorite OQ quotes ♥

[michebellaxo]

I wish people would stop tagging their outlaw queen hate with Lana Parrilla. I don't want to go to an actress' tag to see a bunch of rude people's hate.

[sincerely0me]

I never realized how much can change in a year

and a sit and wonder how you went from my best friend to a complete stranger (via always-remember-the-memories)

[bekksrich]

If the battle is over but everyone is dead, how do you know it’s over? Who decides? What came first, humans or despair? Did it crawl inside of us or did we crawl inside of it? If you keep going, will it settle down? (insp.)

[michebellaxo]

Tagged by walls-coming-down, and I'm totally gonna look like a perv. Haha, and full credit for whomever these pictures belong to. I'm tagging paulrissarahany and anyone who wants to do this, because right now I can't think of anyone else to tag who hasn't done it already.

[michebellaxo]

Give ❤️ this ❤️ to ❤️ the ❤️ twelve ❤️ nicest ❤️ people ❤️ you ❤️ know ❤️ if ❤️ you ❤️ get ❤️ five ❤️ back ❤️ you ❤️ must ❤️ be ❤️ perfect ❤️

Omg you're a sweetheart :) thank you, I really needed this.

[michebellaxo]

I need to cut toxic people out of my life. I need to cut out people who don't care about me. I need to cut out all the people that make me feel like I don't deserve love or friendship. And I'm really tired of being treated like crap by people who call themselves my friends.

[starscythe]

The Proposal

Robin Locksley spends most of dinner pushing his mum’s roasted brussel sprouts around on his plate with the tines of his fork. Nodding his head in agreement at the appropriate time during conversation, swallowing and chasing his food down with great gulps of red wine.

God, he wishes he was drinking something stronger.

He’s picking at his food, slowly cutting off small bites of his steak and running them through wells of Béarnaise. Not really contributing to conversation, practically avoiding it outright, if he’s honest.

And he’s reason to, of course, this isn’t a normal situation that he finds himself in.

Regina’s his boss; he’s her employee; and that’s been made quite clear throughout the last five years–almost every day, come to think of it.

She’s his boss, and he’s her subordinate, and how the fuck could he have said no to her proposal when she’d dangled his life’s work and career in front of his eyes–threatened it, more accurately?

His mum wants to know how they met. He scoffs, internally, taking another generous swig of his wine so he doesn’t have to answer straight away. And that’s not really too hard of a question for him to avoid anyway because Regina’s been answering most of the questions all night, and she does this one, too.

Their story is simple, according to Regina–an office romance that surprised them both.

Truly, he thinks, because he quite hates this woman at the moment, even if she is looking rather stunning tonight. It’s a sham. This romance is a sham. She blackmailed him.

Five years of working on the same accounts, she tells his mum and gran, and they’re practically gobbling up her every word. His dad doesn’t seem phased by it; he’s leaning back in his chair and sipping his port. They worked the same late hours, she says, spending most of the days together, until one evening, they just realized they were meant to be. He liked her, she liked him, and well, when people like each other, they date, right? Eventually, the engagement seemed like the appropriate next step, Regina says after dabbing at the corners of her mouth with her napkin.

Wrong, he thinks.

People who like each other, don’t fabricate lies and blackmail to secure visas or citizenship through marriage.

Dinner ends, and thank God for that, or… oh, Oh shit, no, no nonono.

“You’re engaged and we haven’t even seen the two of you hug each other, or hold hands,” his mum pipes up as they’re all clearing their plates from the table.

“Oh yes!” Gran says, her eyes lighting up, and this is not what Robin bargained for when he agreed to pretend-to-be-engaged to Regina Mills.

“I’m a private person,” Regina tells them, small smile on her face, but he knows his family and that won’t deter them.

“We’re family, dear,” Gran replies, yup, he knew it. “You don’t have to be shy around us.”

It’s not long before Robin’s standing in front of her, trying to awkwardly figure out where to place his hands on her hips while she tightly grips his forearm. She looks just as awkward as he feels, and he supposes that’s something, at least he’s not alone in that.

The kiss though?

Well, that certainly wasn’t as terrible as he’d imagined it to be.

The opposite, in fact.

Shit, Robin, he thinks as Regina sighs ever so briefly against his parted lips.

Later, when they’re in bed–him in his boxers and shirt, and her in a lace lingerie that should be illegal–there aren’t enough pillows or blanket in the world between them that can prevent him from thinking about the faint taste of wine on her tongue or the way it felt as he threaded his fingers through her hair.

Fuck.

He’s screwed.

- Fic by the wonderful outlawqueenluvr & manip by moi

[sable-rogue-deactivated20151124]

You never really see how toxic someone is until you breathe fresher air.

(via soulsscrawl)