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NEIL BLAIR
Black Fire of the Night Dragon
Kingslayer
Dragon Mage

(Spillover for threads, muse contact, mun contact--circle all that apply.)

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From:

fondofapples

"Trust me, we'll fuck again," Regina replied, smile and smirk equally evident in her voice. But she did pull away to avoid the temptation to see how close they could cut it.

"Unless you want water for purification purposes, I could just--" She gestured with a hand to suggest the sort of prestidigitation that let her clean them up and dress them. Two separate spells, but both easily accomplished.

"I don't mind the shower obviously, but if you're worried about time..." Obviously they'd teleport, but she didn't know how much time he needed before dawn.

From:

hellorhighwater

As it always happened, the consideration she gave for his faith, the respect she had for what he believed and what he wanted to do made his chest so tight with emotion, it felt like his heart was still in there, and couldn't fit alongside the enormity of his love for her. Sometimes it was sweet, sometimes it hurt--and every single time, it made him smile as he tried to breathe around the simplicity of the miracle that was Regina Mills.

It also made him think, when all he wanted to do was follow his dick when it came to Regina...so he did, sucking on his teeth for a moment as he absently rubbed his chin.

"Spells are okay." he decided. There was no need for ritual purification--the whole thing was about letting the Sky Maker do the purifying. If anything, magic would get his attention, remind him of the Sun Goddess and further invoke his fury.

"Go for it. Ideally, the box should go in the ground just as the sky's getting color in it." he decided, letting his eyes rake over her with open hunger as he smiled. "And the faster we bury the box, the faster we can get back in bed. Or in the shower. Or anywhere else with a lock on the door--basically, anywhere and any time I can get you bare-ass naked and make you forget your own name, but you already knew that."

From:

fondofapples

For the sake of the ritual, Regina glanced away, purposefully not noticing the burning lust in his eyes. She knew, but she forced herself to focus on the spells to clean them up.

The first was somewhat more finicky, for all that it was a simple magical effect. On occasion, when she used it on other people, it tried to remove body hair, or jewelry, so she cast it on herself first, and then reduced the area of effect and cast it several times to clean him up.

Wardrobing was simpler. She needed only think of some outfit he'd worn and recall it to him. Since they wouldn't be dressed long if she had anything to say about it, she went for simple and warm for both of them. And if her jeans happened to hug her hips a little more than was strictly necessary and her boot heels were high enough to scream sex, who could blame her?

"All right, love. Grab the box and tell me where we need to be."

From:

hellorhighwater

Neil definitely noticed the jeans and the heels--and the fact that the long sleeve henley she'd put him in was probably a size too small, showing off his shoulders and arms to good effect. She got a smile for her efforts...and, because he couldn't fucking resist, dragged her in for one more kiss, making it quick before he released her and summoned the box to him with a flash of fire.

"Just outside the courtyard." he declared, nodding his head towards the door. "There's a bare stretch near the drive that's perfect--not too dry to dig a little. It's gotta go into the earth itself, not just in the dirt."

Edited Date: 2019-03-25 06:13 pm (UTC)

From:

fondofapples

The caress of warm, velvety lips sent a curl of warmth through her, like steam rising off a mug of hot cocoa. Comforting, on the one hand, but all together decadent, on the other.

She passed a hand along his arm then over his abdomen as he released her, and as soon as the magics of his summoning faded, she tucked a hand in the back pocket of his jeans. What? She needed to be touching him to teleport them both!

Which she did, whisking them off to the spot he'd mentioned in a whirl of slinky purple smoke. And seeing the ground when they materialized, she quickly summoned a digging trowel from her garden shed and offered it to him. "Unless you want me to do it?"