herroyaldarkness:

( Regina’s lips were beginning to ache. Aching for the burn of Maleficent’s skin, and the overwhelming sensation of memory lost long ago, now rushing forward anew. The more the kiss lingered, the more restless her hands became. The one at her cheek moving  to her chin, despite Regina being the one below, while the other ran along Maleficent’s side, gliding over every ample curve and contour, smirking against the kiss the more liberal she became. There were stark differences between the woman she was now, and the girl she had been, yet some things were likely to never change. Most namely her attempts to solicit a reaction out of the woman who so often loomed above her,  eager to take control and put Regina precisely where she wanted her. However, it had always amused Regina, while she was content with their roles, to push every boundary laid before her. If for nothing else, simply to see what the other woman might do. )

( There was a trick she’d learned long ago. That with fire in her veins, boiling her blood was not only easy, but had quite an obvious effect on anyone she chose to touch thereafter. Whether it was used in threat – or in ways much less threatening – it was always there. That stunned expression when just from her hand alone she could burn an imprint into skin, lips too if she chose to be considerate in how she burned. The hand near Regina’s waist began to sneak just under her top, heated fingertips barely grazing her skin at first, but enough to remind her of what she was capable of. Their kiss had long since grown slow and desperate, neither one willing to let go long enough for anything to sour between them. They couldn’t risk what might unfold if it did. She was still a beast beneath this skin, and few had ever lived to tame her. Regina had been – skilled – patient enough and somehow blessed with methods even she herself was not aware of. It was clear in how shyly, carefully she would touch her, when Maleficent had never been much for being cared for. Even now her touch is tender, but entitled. Every grasp and graze taken like it’s hers, like a claim was laid and Maleficent had yet to remove the stake. In the smallest break of a kiss she’s almost smiling, impressed and yet she knows how much more a queen is capable of giving. “Is that all you plan on doing?” Her lips draw into a smirk, eyes flashing in utter challenge, staying locked on the dark sea that swims behind Regina’s, just as a simmering hand meets her hip. )

herroyaldarkness:

( Her pulse beat a loud rhythmic beat into her ears, drowning out the outside world – as if it had any merit to her here and now – making Regina succumb to the woman who held her as if she were the only thing that mattered. Being led rather insistently backwards warranted no protest from her otherwise occupied lips, and when she was pushed into the bed, she only just barely managed to swallow a laugh. Her hands made their way to hold at Maleficent’s face once more, keeping the kiss’ connection lest they sever it and lose whatever had been created just moments before. As she was urged further back still, a smile spread across her lips, pressing against the kiss. With her hair splayed out against the plush offering of her down comforter, and Maleficent hovering just above, she could not help but part from the kiss long enough to gaze up at the woman, eyes shining with an adoration forged long, long ago, yet just as sincere as ever. One hand moved to stroke against the soft skin of Maleficent’s cheek, then pull her back for another, much more chaste and lingering kiss. )

          ( A solitary moment passed where everything seemed to quiet, where the eyes she stared down into calmed her, somehow, in some unnameable way she’d given up trying to make sense of. All those years ago she had done it; taken a woman as fiery and terrifying as any could be, and pressed a hand to her cheek like she was nothing but inviting. She’d found solace in the girl, strength and focus, her power had come back and been mastered once more. And she too had been a solace, something she’d never thought herself capable of being, solace and escape from a life the young queen hadn’t wanted. She saw so much of her now, in Regina’s eyes, that welled with memory and sentiment. When again their lips met it spoke of that fondness, of how easily she’d once let go of her anger and let love take its place. She’d been weak for her — weak and devoted, and even now, after all that she had done, all the wrath Maleficent had incurred for her betrayal was so easily forgotten. Some might say too easily, but she’d never cared what anyone else might think. )

herroyaldarkness:

  ( It was nearly too much. Overwhelming her senses and her heart in ways she hadn’t been prepared for. The game downstairs had been innocent enough, and though she’d hoped they might end up somewhere near here, she hadn’t really expected to feel what she was. The crippling sensation that she wasn’t going to be the same once Maleficent’s lips left her own. As well as the knowing that everything she’d convinced herself that hadn’t mattered when she’d thrown the love she found in the other woman away those many many years ago, were all lies. Not only had they mattered then, they mattered now. They beat war drums inside her chest, screaming out their survival in unison. Following Maleficent’s leading, Regina half stumbled a few clumsy steps until her hand reached out blindly to find her door and slam it shut, sealing out the world and sealing in the two of them. No kiss seemed deep enough to grasp at what she needed. Like a woman left parched in the desert, she had found her oasis, and sought to find her fulfillment within, with hands groping and clawing for support, desperate with need to pull her just that small bit closer. To make the heat billow just a littler bit hotter. )

( For every tug closer another was given back, tugged until they were pressed together, clawing, grasping, whatever could be touched was touched, caressed through fabric and she could feel the heat that transferred, out of herself and into the other, and it only drew her nearer. A moth to the flame. But then she was a flame, a fire in silk and skin, desperate to be given room to breathe. Her hands only left Regina’s side once she’d pushed her back against the bed, moving back to her face as she urged her still backwards, but determined not to let their kiss die. She wasn’t certain what would happen if it did, and not at all interested in finding out. Regina was pushed until she sat on the bed, Maleficent’s knee landing next to her thigh as she began to move over her, the slack in her trousers not quite enough to allow her to bend as shed wish. She wasn’t nearly as glamorous in this world, but that wasn’t the point. Beauty and glamour didn’t matter here, not with so many more important things to be taken care of. And yet here she was – casting it to the wind for a woman who had broken what little existed of her heart. Here she was crawling over her, crawling, a beast quieted, but not tamed, taking kiss after kiss from long forgotten lips. )

herroyaldarkness:

               ( The kiss came more suddenly than expected, effectively robbing Regina of her breath and her sense. Her eyes widened when searing heat poured over her lips, and then quickly shut to block out anything that might try to detract from the feeling that churned its way from her gut to her spine, creeping slowly upward in agonizing bliss. her hands rose to hold Maleficent’s face gently, being in no hurry to pull away or end this embrace she’d been wanting, waiting, and longing for ever since Maleficent walked back into her life, a phoenix risen from her ashes. A second chance at something she’d once treated with so little regard, she thought. After all, she had not met death, but the woman who stood before the dragon reborn was certainly not the same who had abandoned all that laid between them so long ago. Pressing closer in towards the other woman, her thundering heart demanding to be nearer its companion, Regina returned the kiss with a desperation that revealed all of the raw desire she harbored deep beneath cracks of shattered hopes and relinquished dreams. A desperation that smelled something of almost wishful in its thinking. That perhaps her last chance at happiness hadn’t walked over the town line, off to find a new life with the family Regina could never provide. Perhaps it was never meant to be hers at all. A HOPE that, perhaps, a dragon’s flames truly never did burn out. )

          ( The knot that formed in her chest was curious in nature, cementing itself there like some sort of omen — a reminder of just where this sort of behavior had gotten her in the past. And yet the closer Regina came, the tighter she pulled and the deeper she kissed, the way she turned in to the heat Maleficent couldn’t help but offer; the knot was no match for it. It was pushed to the back of her mind, swallowed down with a quick drink of air when their lips parted for a mere moment, and when they reconnected the heat was even palpable by her standards, drawing her nearer still until she was taking steps to bring them through the bedroom’s threshold. Everything quieted but for the two racing hearts she could hear, feel beneath Regina’s lips as she gave and took everything that could be. They were out of space, out of time here, two women so different than they’d been before and yet the same when you clawed down deep enough. They’d connected once, long ago, forged something between them, something that sustained Maleficent’s heat and heart for quite some time, and now they couldn’t have been farther from where they’d been, yet closer than she’d known to think possible. Something in her knew that it was foolish, perhaps even dangerous to do this again, but something bigger didn’t care. )

herroyaldarkness:

    Oh? and here I assumed you would simply continue this trend of taking what you desired.

        ( It was a wonder how she managed her cool composure at all. Heat radiated off of Maleficent, clouding  the air between them, making it nearly impossible not to let her gaze drift downwards to lips ripe for the claiming. Yet, somehow she managed, eyes staying locked on the other woman’s in defiant, smirking challenge despite their near brushing bodies.  )

          ( Some things were better left unsaid. It was the only real argument — reason, excuse, whatever term one would choose to assign to it. In her eyes none of it really mattered either way, and she had never been very good about impulse control. But if she were questioned on it she would weave a delicate web explaining it all, trumping it up to something out of her control — obviously — and argue that any one else in her position would have done the same thing. Any one else whose hair stood up on the back of their neck at the mere closeness of an ex foe come….well they’d yet to exactly put a name to what they now were. And there was little time to do so between Regina speaking and Maleficent growing quite suddenly tired of her lips’ preoccupation. A kiss was taken, stolen with no intent of ever being given back, the first contact being anything but featherlight. It was a breath dragged right out her and taken as Maleficent’s own. Fingers wound in to her dark locks, pressing firmly just at the base of her neck to keep her exactly where she wanted her. Some things were better left unsaid. )

herroyaldarkness:

    Well someone is feeling presumptuous. What happened to my leading, just this once?

                   ( For the moment, her feet stayed put, keeping both she and the DRAGON just inches from the threshold of her bedroom. Of course it was a game. After all, they both knew all too well just who it was who would be leading the dance once they were behind closed doors. That hardly meant she had to simply cave… )

          ( A smile begins to spread once more, mischievous in nature and hardly able to stop from growing to something much too undeniable. They hit bumps along the way but that pull was still there. Those old, dusty feelings burning anew and brighter for their time apart. A fire that also sent her forward another step, closer into Regina’s space, her eyes never leaving the warm well of brown they gazed so deeply into. )

     Maybe I want you to work for the privilege.

herroyaldarkness:

        I see.

 ( The faintest traces of a smile ghosted over the weary look of disappointment she wore as Regina picked up her pace to meet, and then pass Maleficent, making certain to brush against her as she abruptly cut in front, hand latching onto a brass doorknob. )

    Then by all means, allow me to effectively get it over with.

 ( When the door swung open, her bedroom sprawled out before them, nothing short of pristine and inviting. And yet, her gaze never quite left Maleficent’s. )

           Though you’ll need to leave that out here. I prefer not to work out wine stains from my bedding. Even magic has its limits.

          ( A narrowed gaze found Regina once again, watching intently as she passed Maleficent by and did so in the most bawdy way possible. Or near it, at least. She smirked faintly once told to dispose of her drink, a request which was bequeathed rather quickly, glass meeting the small table to join the already abandoned one there without so much as a quip in argument. )

     Very well. I’m sure I’ll have more than enough to indulge myself in shortly.

herroyaldarkness:

     Are you planning on finishing the tour yourself now?

               ( There was no ignoring the sting she felt at seeing Maleficent turn her back, and though she fought to keep her expression stoic, certainly some of it slipped past the cracks. Releasing her now white-knuckled grip on the banister, Regina took a slow step up behind the woman, leaving her glass of wine to sit on a small table that was adorned with a vase. The taste had soured in her stomach and she no longer wanted to numb even the edges of her senses. She’d never much cared for it anyway. )

     No. But I thought we may as well get on with it. While I may be somewhat interested in seeing your home it’s not exactly the reason I came here.

          ( At first a glance was not spared back at her friend, though the hurt in her tone was very clear. After a moment of letting her insinuation sit between them however, she did look back, noting that she no longer her glass of wine. Perhaps Maleficent had ran a little colder than she’d thought herself capable of. But there was always a way to rectify that by turning up the heat. )

     I think we both know it was more an excuse than anything.

herroyaldarkness:

  ( The most Regina reacted was a small flinch, quickly covered by a begrudgingly amused stare. She really ought to have seen this coming. After all, she knew better than most what playing with fire won her. Laying her free hand idly upon the banister railing, she stayed one step lower than Maleficent, holding her gaze. )

                              Have you made your point yet?

     Yes I believe I have.

          ( Regina wasn’t the only one capable of being aloof. In fact Maleficent saw her indifference and raised her one higher. She turned on a heel to finish ascending the stairs ahead instead of behind, and another swallow was taken off the wine as she seemed to lose herself more in the architecture of the home than that of the other woman. )

herroyaldarkness:

      Why the rush, Maleficent? I thought you needed your drink.

                 ( A challenging gaze was thrown over the rim of her own glass as she took a long, slow sip. Wondering just how many games the  d r a g o n  intended to play with her meal before she found herself devoured. Granted, the meal hadn’t always antagonized the beast quite this severely, either. And yet no caution could be heard whispering in Regina’s ear as she made a slow turn towards the foyer, where  a winding staircase laid. Without so much as a glance backwards, Regina began to ascend. )

                                   I’m assuming you don’t find stairs challenging.

     No rush. But you know I don’t like to be kept waiting.

          ( The sweetness that had coiled its way into her tone was soured by Regina’s aside. She may have been a dragon for the last thirty years but there was almost no sign of it now. She was more than adjusted to her human skin once again. Her footsteps stalled some paces behind, before she was gone in a flicker, reappearing on the next landing right in front of her old friend. Her smirk was expectant, a brow raising in anticipation that Regina see just how impatient a dragon could still be. )