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NEIL BLAIR
Black Fire of the Night Dragon
Kingslayer
Dragon Mage

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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.

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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."

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil’s gaze lifted from the dishes on the cart to meet her gaze, and lost his breath again at the look in her eyes. It didn’t help, either, that there was something else exciting about Regina when she got bossy—she was hot as hell when she got bossy...

He thought for a moment about pushing it, making her tell him to do it flat out. He knew she had issues with being sure of what he wanted, so he thought better of it and just reached down to slide open the button on his fly, tugging at it just a little so the zipper slid open about a quarter of the way. All the while, he held that unabashedly hungry gaze she leveled at him, his own darkening with need at the same time as he smirked, then without comment continued picking through the contents of the room service cart.

From:

fondofapples

With someone else, that moment while he considered her request might have turned into a contest of wills: her gaze hardening into a demand, his flattening in stubbornness. For whatever reason, between them, the moment remained quiet and open. He could have denied her without raising her ire, and she simply waited willing to let it be entirely his choice.

So when he made the decision, did as she'd asked without comment, fuss, or unnecessary seduction, it sent a frisson of pleasure up her spine. It meant, too, that she could appreciate the view unabashedly, and she made no bones about doing so.

While her gaze slid down his chest and his abdomen, her tongue touched her top lip. She wet her bottom lip and caught it between her teeth while her lust-darkened gaze dipped into the opened V of his jeans to caress that soft, intimate skin. Her coal-black eyes smoldered when she lingered on the shadow of his pubic hair curling at the top of the zipper.

So intent on that small patch of skin, she was completely unaware of the way her hands rubbed against the outside of her thighs, palms against them on the way down, and fingers pressed in on the long, slow drag back up.

From:

hellorhighwater

As Neil sorted out which plates were which, he could feel her gaze even before he let his eyes flick up now and again to watch her as she lost herself in staring. Those eyes sliding over his body, settling on that bare spot where his zipper hung open--it wasn't that different from the familiar feel of her fingers or knuckles rubbing along his stomach or splaying low against his belly, save that he felt like he was being consumed by that look rather than just touched.

And she was so lost in staring that she didn't even realize what she looked like, sitting there, hands running along her legs, coiling slowly like a storm lion about to pounce on the rabbit or blackjack it was about to have for its supper...

Neil had to swallow three times around a mouth and throat gone suddenly too dry to speak before he could get words out.

"I, uh--I got some real food to go with the pancakes and sweets." he rasped, voice gone husky with desire as he lifted his eyes to watch her face again. "What're you hungry for first? Real food, or dessert?"

From:

fondofapples

"Food," she answered, lashes lifting and eyes widening just so over a wicked crescent of a smile. She might not know what she looked like to him in that moment, but she saw--oh yes, she saw--the effect she'd had on him.

There was a danger point, hovering out there, where she tipped from playfully predatory to cruelly so, and this was new for them, so she'd have to trust him to let her know if he felt objectified in an uncomfortable manner. Right now, it seemed held at bay by her own awareness that she adored him. That she loved him beyond breathing. That whenever he lifted his gaze to hers, it filled her with such thronging flutters that she felt overfull to bursting, like a perfectly ripened juicy plum.

"We can work up an appetite for dessert."

From:

hellorhighwater

Ember's Balls, he loved that smile, that little edge between dark and light--that fucking hunger that made her look even more like a hungry storm lion about to strike.

For one split second, he just wanted her to: wanted her to strike him down, take what she wanted, be it his body, his soul, or just his throat when he offered it to her.

Swallowing around that powerful, fleeting urge, he just nodded--then hesitated, remembering for some reason a stupid movie he'd seen in his own world, something with a big wrestler and the guy who said the thing, the one in the mask...

It took him a second to remember the line, and when he did he smirked at her, then nodded again.

"As you wish." he replied, far too pleased with himself as he gave his attention to the cart again, putting a plate of food together for each of them.

From:

fondofapples

Those three little words, she knew from having seen the film roughly a dozen times, meant three other little words, and even knowing how he felt, the allusion dropped her figurative knees out from under her.

I love you, too.

"Fetch me that glass of water, farm boy," she murmured, not entirely sure he'd recognize the allusion. But she needed him to stop playing with their food for a minute and come where she could feel his skin under her hands. The lust hadn't bled out her eyes or the pit of her stomach. It had just taken a momentary backseat to the flutters of love that kept her inner Bitch in check.

From:

hellorhighwater

He did recognize it, and for a brief moment the smirk broadened to a bright, boyish grin of delight because she'd recognized it. The sweetness of its light quickly turned to something that burned hotter, with that look still in her eyes and the double meaning of the command making his chest tight with emotion--and the fact that he was still letting her boss him around making his own belly clutch with slow burning lust.

Without breaking her gaze, Neil moved around the side of the cart, reaching out to pick up one of the glasses of water sitting on it, then came to stand in front of her, looking down with a smile as he extended it out to her.

"As you wish."