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NEIL BLAIR
Black Fire of the Night Dragon
Kingslayer
Dragon Mage

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From:

fondofapples

"An embarrassment of riches," she murmured, a sweet, quiet smile softening her features as she watched him watching her. Again and again, he showed her that he saw her, really saw her, with not just the intensity of his focus, but the way he considered what she might need and want. And, too, he never failed to respond to her affection, which made it that much easier for her to reach out the next time. Everything about him rewarded her for being genuine and acting on her feelings, and that was new. Not safe, but good.

"Space is easy," she finally offered, her gaze shifting between his eyes and where her fingers stroked back and forth over the edge of his chest where it joined his shoulder. "There's an entire set of drawers I'm not using, and half the closet if you need it. If you need more space than a drawer in the bathroom, I can rearrange. I like my things 'just so' but you keep your things neat, so it should be all right."

It seemed like such a strange thing to talk about, but she supposed it didn't just happen. You did have to talk about these things.

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil let out a whistle, then grinned. "That's a mountain of space, maybe I oughta spread out a little. Seriously, though, that's way more than I'll need. Maybe half that closet space and...I dunno, three drawers? One in the bathroom included. I don't have all that much."

He nodded back towards the corner of the room where he'd stashed his bags--his gym bag packed fairly full, and his go back not quite half filled.

"I'm used to keepin' my shit to a minimum, so unpacking'll be easy. But I'll do that later, though." he assured her, his hand running up and down her thigh, from hip to knee and back again. "When I don't have my hands full. That making out idea's really appealing to me at the moment.."

From:

fondofapples

"Mm, well. My consort requires slightly more clothing than the Night Dragon's assassin," she teased him and drew her fingers through the mostly dry hair on both sides of his face to caress his jaw and tip his mouth less 'just-so' than her clothes, but enough so she could take a kiss that was deep and deeply sweet.

I love you. I love you. I love you. The words were there in her head, and insistent, like the tattoo of rain on the roof during a storm. Or more aptly like the heat from a bonfire, baking her inside and out. If not tonight, then soon. Very soon.

She distracted herself from that paralysis-inducing thought with the kiss, drawn out long enough to leave them both breathless. Which was a poor distraction, really, from a love that wanted more and still more kisses like those, but she would take what sanity she could get amidst the swirl of flames.

"Well--" When breathing forced a break in the kiss, she'd bought enough presence to speak, even if her voice sounded like raw sex to her own ears. "Both more, and--" Her smile turned wicked, all but writing out an invitation to carry her to wherever he wanted to enjoy this 'make-out session'. "Often, considerably less."

From:

hellorhighwater

"That sounds like a threat to take me shopping." he teased right back, grinning like an idiot--and making a sound close to a purr as her fingers found his hair, as ever, making him a willing puppet to let her shift his head for easy access to his mouth, for a kiss he gave himself over to without a single scrap of resistance. He could feel it, almost hear it if he really tried, that litany of words that never left her lips, but were sweet on her tongue when he kissed her deep, that her fingers burned into his skin when she touched him, that shone with a pure light out of every smile she blessed him with.

When the kiss broke so that neither one of them would pass out, Neil was right back to grinning at the thick, husky tone her voice had taken that always caressed him from the inside out.

Less clothing sounded like a fantastic idea. As did her invitation, but...

"You know," he pointed out, his own voice rough with want and warm with affection at the same time as one hand found its way beneath her blouse so he could splay his fingers against her bare back, "if I get up outta this chair, and I take you with me...nudity will ensue, and we will get interrupted...and I might end up skinning the poor, innocent bastard on the other side of the door whose only crime was knocking before I got the chance to make you come, and that..."

He leaned in, pausing for a long moment to press a hot, opemouthed kiss against her throat, tongue swirling against the spot where her pulse beat against her skin.

"...would kill the mood, so...I don't remember the point I was makin', you fuckin' distracted me again by tasting so damn good..."

From:

fondofapples

Mouth twisting just slightly with amusement, Regina drove her fingers into his hair, gripped tightly, and tugged his head back away from her throat. She met his gaze with as much sternness of focus as she could, under the circumstances, and then slid her hand between them to give him a deliberate stroke and squeeze through his shorts.

"Take me to the couch." If they got interrupted, they got interrupted. Or maybe she'd finally get to kiss him for as long as she wanted without one of them needing to get rid of their clothes. Or maybe she'd break her own restraint, risk everything, and tell him again that she loved him. Yeah. That thing.

Smiling bright as the sun, she leaned back in to place a single chaste kiss on his mouth. "Because I love you and I'm asking you to."

From:

hellorhighwater

Hearing those three words again did as much to rip apart Neil's self control as the fingers in his hair that bled resistance out of his muscles as she tugged his head back, as the hand that slid over the half hard bulge beneath his shorts.

That innocent press of lips, those three little words...they sparked a new kind of madness in him, something between the animal haze of lust that came so easy, and the ferocious tenderness he'd had to be so careful about letting out before now, so cautious about showing lest he scare her or betray his feelings too soon, too fast.

Saying I love you and messing with his hair at the same time was just fighting dirty, and he adored it.

Wrapping an arm around her waist and sliding one beneath her knees, Neil stood straight up with her in his arms, grinning like an idiot with feral heat burning in his eyes as he carried her across the room.

"Well, since you asked me nice...and 'cause I love you, too...though seriously, how many times I gotta tell you? Playing with my hair is fucking cheating."

From:

fondofapples

While she'd expected him to pick her up like she asked, she didn't expect him to pick her up like a bride to carry across the threshold, and her stomach fluttered and her smile wobbled a little beneath the fierce rush of affection she felt for her man.

She reached up to touch his jaw and said softly, "Is it cheating to use everything I can to get every kiss I can from you? Every caress?" While I still can, went unsaid tonight. They din't need the reminder that this could all end any second. Tonight was about beginnings.

From:

hellorhighwater

The earnest, heartfelt question was nothing Neil could stand against--and he didn't try when he reached the couch, just holding her for a moment as his eyes fell shut and he leaned into her touch.

"Beloved..." The endearment left him on a hoarse sigh as he sat down on the couch, settling her so she sat astride his lap. It let him look into her face, take it between his hands and pull her in for just that: a kiss with no end, no restraint--the first of many in the home they now shared together.

He didn't let himself think about that terrible eventuality, when the world that had brought them together might separate them again. While there would be no doubt that he would suffer to lose her, they would never be truly parted. He had cut his heart from his chest, he could never give it to another person. He could not be harmed, nor felled in battle...no distance between worlds could tear him off the path of dahgo.

This was the first step on the path that he didn't take alone.

"I just think it's ridiculously cute that you think you have to cajole any kiss or caress out of me." he sighed against her mouth with a smile, sliding his hands up her legs to settle on her hips as he sat back to just drink her in. "The kind of cute that makes me wanna pinch your cheeks and shit."

From:

fondofapples

"If you pinch my cheeks, it better be my ass cheeks," came Regina response, coupled with a dangerous Look that wasn't dangerous at all with her tongue still chasing the distinctive charred marshmallow bitter-sweetness of his kiss on her mouth. And with him radiating the kind of sexual power all the money and master training could never give an actor like Jamie Dornan, settled back like that, surveying the woman he knew he belonged to.

She curled her fingers around his forearms and let them linger there, her thumbs writing her love and her name into the pulses they found in their slow sweeps across the soft, unprotected skin of the inside of his wrists.

Her smile smoldered and deepened as she watched him watching her, every breath still ragged with the shock of getting his heart back. As much as she didn't completely understand what that meant to him, she did know she'd made him happy, and that was still new enough to be pretty extraordinary to her, too.

"Seduction isn't about necessity, my love. It's about honoring desire by demonstrating it," and about a lifetime without love and her desperate craving for as much proof of it as she could get.

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil made a sound of understanding, lips pursed in playful contemplation as he let his gaze sweep over her--even while his breath stuttered at the gentle sweep of her thumbs on the insides of his wrists, finding both electric pleasure and a strange sense of safety in the way she touched him so innocently and yet so intimately. Those little reminders of how close she was, how little defense he had against her were a heady mixture of comfort and excitement that were their own kind of seduction, pulling desire from him like a loose thread from a sweater, unraveling him stitch by stitch.

"So I guess I ought to seduce you more often." he mused with a little smirk, turning his hands up as they swept down along her legs again until he could catch her hands in his. "Might need a primer, though--there's a lot I don't know about seduction."

Playful words, but honest at the same time--he'd never had cause to seduce anyone before, not when he had money to pay for his pleasure and no other woman had ever caught his eye. Love he could profess easily, he felt too much of it not to let it spill free from time to time in looks and touches and now blessed, beautiful words. So much of Regina was a mix of sex and emotion that was still so new to him...seducing her could be a lot of fun if he didn't feel a little shy about it sometimes.

From:

fondofapples

Oh yes, she noticed the little stutter of his breath with her hands braceleting his wrists, caressing his pulses. She didn't stop to consider about why just then, but she would, later, when she was lying in bed -- their bed -- thinking about him and the things that made him hers. Now, she just pouted slightly at him catching her hands and pulling them away from the delicate skin.

So she lifted one set of their joined hands and twisted them until his wrist was exposed to her again. She collected his gaze around and through the spaces their hands made and then lowered her head to lick a slow stripe along that same skin she'd been teasing, leaving it glistening with her saliva. A second time, she took her mouth to him and pulled the wetness off him with sweet, tender suction. And then one more time to take a gentle, delicate bite from that same spot.

"Just offer me a taste of something you know I like and give me time to react to it. Little gestures work best, things that don't make me feel like you're expecting sex right now. Seduction's asking a question in a way that makes me want to say yes," she told him, and then leaned over their hands to whisper in his ear, "Yes. A thousand times over, Neil. Yes."

From:

hellorhighwater

There it was again--how she chose a weak spot, innocuous but still vulnerable, and left her mark there in touch and sensation. It felt possessive, like the more livid marks she sucked and bit and scored across his skin, and made his mouth go dry as he watched her fix her mouth to his wrist, rake her teeth so gently over it--

He almost couldn't make himself focus on what she was saying. By the time she leaned in closer, his breathing had gone ragged and heavy with need, his pupils had blown wide with desire, then fluttered shut when she whispered in his ear with that silk and sex caress of her voice that heated his blood.

Neil definitely wanted to make her say yes, but right then he could feel the yes bubbling up in the back of his own throat instead.

Swallowing thickly, he thought for a moment--tried to make himself think--and couldn't help but smile a little when he thought about their first night together, how a conversation had devolved into falling on each other like starving dogs, devouring every inch of flesh they could get close to.

Turning his head, he let his lips brush her ear, nuzzled her hairline just beside it--then lowered his mouth to the delicate skin at the hinge of her jaw, raking his teeth over it without warning before he soothed the soft sting with a broad sweep of his tongue.

From:

fondofapples

The sudden scrape of his teeth against her neck drove the air from her lungs and her fingers curled reflexively against his, but it was the heated stroke of his tongue that really got to her, pulling a soft, hungry sigh from deep in her chest.

Aggression could get her hot, and sometimes she needed it, needed the kind of fuck that rattled her teeth in her head and left her body aching for a week. And bless him for giving it to her. But gentleness, tenderness, she'd never really had that, so those slow, deep, wet kisses that Crash went on about in Bull Durham? (Sue her, she'd watched a lot of bad romance movies when Henry was a baby and didn't sleep.) She dreamed about those. And after yesterday, and with the enormous emotional swings of this entire week, she wanted to curl up in his love and his protective kindness and wear it like a sweater dress.

Smiling, she freed a hand to caress his jaw then slide her fingers back through his hair to cup the back of his neck. "Sometimes seduction is a way of trying to tell you what I need, because I'm bad at asking for it. Most of the time, I don't know. It never really mattered." She pressed her mouth softly to his. "I'm still raw from yesterday. Be..." Her lashes dipped, gaze lowered, definitely shy. "Be sweet with me?"

From:

hellorhighwater

He nearly lost the thread again when her fingers slid through his hair again, growling softly as his head tipped back into her touch, neck arching a little as her fingers settled at his nape, his eyes falling shut.

When he opened them again, and she looked at him through her lashes, it punched the air right out of his lungs. Moments like these were treasures, when his dark and powerful queen became the sweet and radiant angel he already thought of as his. It threatened to split him in two with the swell of black, possessive violence and painful tenderness that swelled in his chest to see it.

It also scared him a little, because he wasn't sure if he knew how. Not like she was asking--to be sweet, gentle, to be everything he'd spent his whole life having beaten out of him. He wasn't sure how to do it on purpose, it just sometimes sort of happened. He would see it in the instants that she looked at him with that same expression she wore now...

Taking back his hands, Neil slid them beneath the lapels of her blazer, gently pushing it off over her shoulders so it fell to the floor. Letting his fingertips glide over the curve of her bare shoulders and down her arms, he cupped his hands around her elbows and drew her flush against his chest, leaning up to kiss her again--a barely there press of lips--then let his nose ghost along her jawline so he could press a lingering trail of kisses down the curve of her neck, one hand drifting up to cup the back of her neck and draw her closer. Alternating between chaste brushes of lips on skin and hungry, openmouthed kisses that let him swirl his tongue here and there to taste her, there was no press of teeth, no marks left behind save for the damp of his mouth...and the heat of his magic that he channeled into her through the hand against her neck.

From:

fondofapples

"So good to me," she murmured at him, lulled into a drowsy sort of arousal between the heat of his magic and the sweet, gentle touches. She was more tired than she'd thought, more tightly wound than she'd realized--more so even than usual, which considering how straight and tight she held herself on a regular basis, was saying a lot.

Her sighs between kisses and touches sounded very like purrs of contentment, and she let her mind be swept away on the currents of heat and pleasure and tenderness. In truth, much as she wanted him already, what she probably needed was to go to bed early with him wrapped around her.

Oh, but there was that hunger, that fire, and it drew another lower, more sensual sound from her. Maybe they could have slow, quiet sex, and then fall asleep with him curled around her. After dinner, after celebrating...

She laughed softly at herself and all of her competing desires, while watching her fingers skip over the muscles of his chest. "What's one thing you want, right now?"

From:

hellorhighwater

The way she melted under his touch heated his blood, but the sounds she made, and those drowsy words of praise--they burned beautifully, had him pulling her closer, nuzzling the juncture between her neck and shoulder and itching to hear it again. That sleepy, hungry tone made him want and melt at the same time, to find every little kiss and caress that would make her sigh and sink further into him.

When she drew back enough to watch herself touch him, fingers playing idly over the lines between pectoral and deltoid, drawing lines over each swell of muscle, that burned at the front of his mind, along with a dozen other things--the possessive little way she nipped at his skin, the safe-exciting weight of her fingers around his wrists, the way she sprawled across his lap after announcing her presence when she walked in.

"...I don't know." he admitted, eyes black with passion as he looked up at her, smile soft and relaxed and, as it was so often, just a little awestruck at the sight of her. The hand at her nape slid away, settling on her trapezius so his fingertips could play against that delicate rise of skin, thumb brushing up over the softness just behind her ear. "Just...you. Wanna hold you, wanna touch you...I want--too much to pick just one thing. Is that weird?"

From:

fondofapples

"That's why I asked." Her laughter-bright eyes flickered from her hand on his chest to the blurred outline of his kiss-reddened mouth, and then down to his waist where she could grip his shirt to pull it off, and back up again to the fading bite-marks she'd left on his neck and shoulders. And even while her gaze roved, she leaned in to seek and offer another kiss, and her body yearned for his arms to close around her and pull her in against him.

"I feel the same. I want everything we can have." That they would be living together now and they could have everything, anything, they wanted--for as long as they were together should've helped, but somehow it only made the passion-black in his eyes more compelling and their gentle touches more soothing, their kisses more arousing...everything felt more, bigger, stronger, enhanced by knowing they would be sharing a space and a life now.

She smoothed her hand down his arm to find his hand again, this time only to slip hers into it and thread their fingers together. "Maybe it would be easier to pick one thing you'd like later. I'll choose something too."

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil sat up a little and lifted his arms as she tugged off his t-shirt, mouth going dry as her fingers drifted on the bite marks he still wore. Her eyes were a warm, delicious weight against his bare skin, and when she sank against him for another kiss he welcomed it greedily, hands sliding up to bury fingers in her hair. He loved the way she tumbled so easily into him, loved that lazy luxury of letting her strip him just so she could touch, so he could be touched. She was perfect, curled against his chest like this...and it never had to end.

That sense of comfort and safety and belonging hit him so hard as she slid her fingers into his that he couldn't breathe for a second, could only nod in agreement and look into her face with that beautiful, alien sense of home...

Just as there was a knock on the door.

"Room service!"

Neil's expression almost immediately turned murderous as he leaned a little to one side to glare past Regina and at the door, pupils glowing red-orange with dragon fire and a subsonic, bloodthirsty growl rolling deep in his chest.

From:

fondofapples

"Neil." Although she laughed, the swat Regina delivered to his arm was sharp enough to get his attention.

"I'll be a minute!" she called out, leaned in to kiss him once more, a soft and shushing press of her lips, and then carefully unseated herself.

Ankle still sore from yesterday and body still a bit sore as well both from yesterday and the shower, she moved less gracefully and more purposefully as she went to the door. And once there, she leaned in the doorway to take the weight off her foot while she signed for the food.

The delivery faun's ears and nose twitched slightly as she looked past Regina, an amusement Regina assumed was directed at pancakes and ice cream for dinner for two adults until she caught the faun's gaze and saw it had dilated with arousal at the sight of Neil. Then Regina raised a single eyebrow at her with her tongue rolling behind her teeth as though forming threats or spells, and the faun squeaked an apology, left the cart, and literally scampered off.

Regina shut the door and leaned into the wheeled cart as she steered it back to the couch. And once there, she bent the weakened leg onto the couch, leaned in, and kissed Neil hard and possessive enough that she might as well just have said, MINE.

From:

hellorhighwater

The little sting of the smack broke through his ire, drawing burning coal eyes back to hers...and the fire died almost immediately as he grinned at her, accepting the kiss meant to silence him.

Giving her his hand to steady herself as she got up, Neil watched her walk to the door, flopping back against the couch with a sigh as he lifted his arms to scrub them over his face and back through his hair, unwittingly putting himself on display in his barechested state.

He sat there a moment, until he felt an uncomfortable itch of awareness. Arms dropping and head lifting, he found himself briefly locking gazes with the faun looking past Regina and at him. Along with Regina's warning look, the faun got a puzzled, unhappy frown from Neil before she was frightened off by...

Well.

Regina's mouth clashed with his, hard and hungry and claiming--and despite the fact that he was actually getting kind of hungry, the cart of food was briefly forgotten as Neil kissed her back, a hand curling around her nape with every intention of dragging her back down and peeling off that pretty, sensible work dress with his damn teeth if he had to.

"Will you smack me if I tell you it's kinda hot when you're jealous?" he breathed with a grin between kisses.

From:

fondofapples

Regina kissed his mouth open and fucked it thoroughly with her tongue, until the hand at the nape of her neck put enough pressure on her that she had to shift to avoid hurting her ankle worse. When she did, she gave him her (mostly) faux haughtiest look.

"I wasn't jealous. That faun had about as much charisma in her entire body as I do in my pinky for one thing, and for another, I trust you." She began uncovering plates to see what the twitch-nose little one had brought them. "I was possessive. And appreciative. They're different."

From:

hellorhighwater

Whatever she wanted to call it, Neil loved it and wanted to see more of it--possessive, he damn sure felt possessed as fuck when she kissed him like that, and found himself wondering how to maybe make that a thing he could pick for later, like they'd talked about.

"Call it what you want, it's hot and I love it." he grinned, shifting to get to his feet. "And sit down, huh? I'll pick through the mess to feed us, get off that ankle. I'm askin', please--but seriously, park it and I'll ice it down after we eat. Maybe try to heal it a little more, too."

From:

fondofapples

"Even at my worst, I never asked my servitors to serve half-naked," she observed, while giving him a long and very appreciative, eyes like glowing coals appreciative, once over. "But none of them looked like you."

None of them were as kind, as devoted, as powerful as he was either. None of them had loved her, either.

"As long as it's because you want to and not because you feel you have to, I won't complain."

From:

hellorhighwater

“Still think it’s fuckin’ adorable that you really believe I would remotely feel put upon by lookin’ after the woman I love—or that you could make me do a damn thing I didn’t want to.” He chuckled as he started uncovering plates to see what was what. “You’re about six stories too short to scare me, and you can’t control a man with no heart. So, uh—“

He glanced up and over at her with a grin, enjoying the way she looked him over with that wicked heat in her eyes, making him feel weirdly claimed again by the intensity of her gaze.

“—shut up and enjoy the view.”

From:

fondofapples

"It's adorable that you think I don't know you'd shove bamboo slivers under your fingernails if I asked you to, because I asked you to," she countered tartly as she settled back down onto the couch--to very much enjoy the view.

Because she did know, at least in this moment, that he'd do anything she asked of him. Which was exactly why she said the things she did, because heart or no heart, she didn't trust herself not to overstep and demand things from him that would compromise him somehow. So she deliberately shifted her thoughts a different, less 'service-oriented' direction.

"But I'd rather ask you to unbutton your jeans--" She sought his gaze and held it, letting him see the pure, sexual desire there. "And maybe unzip them just a little."