she's so hot sigh

Muse - “No Skills”

hi guys!!! here’s the next part to the series :) (aka part 2 to this post)

i’m about to put a link to a masterlist so it’ll be easier to navigate (masterlist with a grand total of 2 pieces)

ANOTHER HEIGHTS REFERENCE TITLE i know guys it’ll make sense the further along we get (unless ur already onto me)

anyways - like i said i am a newbie so any and all feedback is appreciated (roast me if u want)

summary: man, he was cute. right? he was so cute! he was sweet and tall and so so so cute and his name was… oh my god what was his name?

word count: 3150+ lmao

warnings: swearing bc i’m a sinner and even more motherfucking smiling (lin’s smile makes me weak in the knees and that translates in2 my work sorry about it)

oh god here we go

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He’s doing cute stuff… I don’t wanna like him, but stuff like this is making it difficult to keep up the anger I feel toward him for all of his earlier douchey-ness…. :(

anonymous asked:

Maybe one about shawn finding out youre bi, loke how you'd think he'd react

You were both snuggled under a blanket, squeezing onto the sofa; as Shawn held is laptop over his legs. Your head was resting against his shoulder as you both watched Grey’s Anatomy in silence - not awkward silence, or because you’d had a fight - simply because you were both so absorbed in the show. 
“She’s so hot,” Shawn sighed as Lexi first appeared on screen. You remained silent, would this be the right time to reveal your secret?

You and Shawn had only been dating a couple of months, and it had only been a year or so since you identified yourself as Bi. “Are you jealous?”Shawn said, sitting up slightly to look down at you. You sat up, tucking your hair behind your ears. This was it, this could change everything. “No,” you say nervously looking down at your lap. “I actually agree with you.” 
You look up at Shawn shyly as he stares at you. “Say something,” you mutter as your heart pounds against your chest. Shawn bites down on his lip and brushes his hand through his hair. “Oh god,” you sigh, knowing this was going to be the end of your relationship. “Can I be honest?” Shawn asked. You nodded, feeling the tears begin to form as your stomach felt like it had tied itself into hundreds of knots. “I think, that is so fucking hot.” 
Your mouth opened slightly and you had a hard time believing those words had just left his mouth. “What?” You ask, shaking your head slightly. “I’m telling you I’m a bisexual Shawn,” you said raising your arms slightly. He shrugged his shoulders, “So?” He went back to sitting like he had been before, looking back at the computer screen. You remained sitting up, confused. “Shawn-” you begin to say. “I don’t mind (Y/N),” he interrupts looking at you with a smile. “I just told you I think it’s kind of hot. What other women do you find attractive?” He asked eagerly. You let out a deep sigh of relief, your body still trembling slightly. 
You closed your eyes before moving back to cuddling into Shawn, “Well, where do I begin?” you tease. 

Unwired

Summary: Things take an unexpected turn when you and Wanda decide to unplug from your electronics and embrace the great outdoors [Inspired by an episode of Broad City titled ‘The Matrix’].

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: I just wanted to write a little story about my favorite Captain. Enjoy :)

Originally posted by aphroditce

“Okay…I don’t think this a good idea,” you wheezed, skidding along the pavement on your roller skates as Wanda rolled her eyes at you, skating on the sidewalk with ease. “Maybe we should go back and call an Uber,” you suggested tiredly, your face lighting up at the thought.

Wanda halted and turned around, gliding towards you as she exasperated a sigh. “Are you serious, Y/N? We just left the apartment building,” she remarked, gesturing at the building that was only a few feet behind you. “You said so yourself that we need to take a break from our electronics and embrace the environment around us,” she reminded as you gazed around, the smell of trash and pollution filling your nose while the sounds of the city pervaded your ears. “You said that we needed to embrace nature and that’s what we’re doing now!”

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a day in december: snowfall

on ao3

today was a rough day. like really. not good on so many levels. and i have auditions for the school musical tomorrow so. stress levels are High. have some fun while i freak out

NOTE: this is gonna be a two part fic!!! i just definitely could write this all tonight with everything i had going on and yeah ive got frqs and quizzes and stuff. part 2 tomorrow!

enjoy~


Marinette groans as she answers her ringing phone. It is too early for this. “Wha’?” she mumbles, rubbing her eyes.

MARI!” Nino shouts.

She scowls and drops her arm over her eyes. “Nino, what the hell? I’m sleeping.”

Look up!

“It’s too bright!” she complains.

Mari look up or I’m going to break into your house.

Marinette scrunches her nose. “No you won’t.”

Do you not remember when we were eight?

Unfortunately, she does.

Marinette sighs. “Fiiiine, if it’ll make you happy.” She moves her arm and squints up at the trapdoor that leads to her balcony. She frowns. Where’d the sky go? “Nino, what—”

MARINETTE DUPAIN-CHENG IT IS SNOWING OUTSIDE.

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Turn loose the mermaids(Part 7)

So we are going in sin direction. Note to you: this is literally one of the most innocent things that happen in this story lol.

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Chat sometimes wondered just what the fuck did he do for fate to fuck him up this much. Sure, he was a murderous pirate, but there were hundreds like him and he doubted they had beautiful mermaids sexually frustrating them. It was incredibly irritating. On one hand, he was attracted to her, on the other hand, he seemed to forget that he will sell her soon enough so what the hell are you doing getting attached to her, Noir?

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The Lonely:  Part 2

Pairing:  Steve x Reader

Warnings:  Swearing

Key:  As always, (Y/N) is your name.

Author’s note:  I needed to write this because we all know The lonely was way too freaking sad.

Originally posted by oriondiary

Originally posted by yoursummerdreamz

Originally posted by mostlybenedict

(Part 1)


The Lonely:  Part 2


You slowly opened your eyes, pain shooting through every part of your body.  How were you alive?  You lifted yourself up to all fours, wincing and groaning in pain.  The sun was starting to set, which means you had been laying there for at least a day, but most likely more.  You managed to crawl over to your earpiece within 10 minutes, which was pretty good considering your condition.  You put it up to your ear, hoping someone would be on the network.

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Dreams (Part 2)

Summary: After dreaming about the same unknown person for many years, you finally meet in person once and for all.

Author’s Note: Just a quick heads up, I decided to also include some of the cast for the new Spiderman: Homecoming movie.

Part 1

Originally posted by gounderoos

Days had ended up passing by ever since you first met Peter that day back at the diner. You didn’t see him ever again since then.

Part of you wanted to lose hope and try to forget about the guy but you just couldn’t.

He never left your mind.

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25 Days of Miraculous Ladybug

Day 2:

Title: December Nights

Pairing: Adrinette

Word Count: 1,846

Summary: Marinette is known for her miraculous hot chocolate, so Adrien gives it a try and some unexpected things start to happen. P.S. Sabine is the best mom ever.

AN: Yay! Day 2 finally finished! Sorry for any mistakes. I hope you enjoy reading it. Tell me if I should write more of these


Marinette was known for making the best hot chocolate. It was a secret family recipe that made it taste so good. Everyone knew except for Adrien of course. She had tried various times to give him some of her famous hot chocolate but never built up the courage. It was a rather cold day and Marinette had made hot chocolate. Snow hadn’t fallen yet but she was hoping for a white Christmas.

Today, like most days, she was running late. She ran to the school, which luckily was right next to her house. Marinette hurried into the class holding two cups of hot chocolate and sat next to Alya.

Her best friend smiled at her and said, “Running late as usual I see. Whatcha got there?” Alya signaled at the cups.

“Hot chocolate.” Marinette said blandly passing a cup to her friend who greedily took the cup.

Alya drank from it and sighed in pleasure. Adrien looked back and looked from Alya to the drink in her hand.

“What’s that?” Adrien asked curious.

“This? Well this is just the most amazing hot chocolate I’ve ever had!” Marinette blushed at her compliment and smiled. That was her best friend. Alya continued to go on and on about how good it was.

The last bit she heard caught her attention.

“… Marinette makes the best hot chocolate!”

“Really, I never knew. Mind if I try some?” A-Adrien wants to try it? Adrien reached up and grabbed the cup from Alya. Marinette watched as he brought the cup up to his lips and took a sip. A blush was forming on her face as she watched the model’s eyes widen and a smile appear on his face.

“Wow…” That seemed to be all Adrien could get out. He handed Alya back her drink as the teacher came in. Marinette tried to focus on school work, but Adrien kept coming to mind. The way he had looked after drinking her hot chocolate. He’d looked so happy and she wanted to see him look like that again. She didn’t quite understand her own thoughts. Adrien always looked happy but when he drank the hot chocolate a different type of happiness came over him. It seemed more… real.

School ended and Marinette was leaving when someone called her name from behind her. A hand rested on her shoulder and she turned to meet them. Adrien stood behind her, a small smile crept onto his lips. Marinette felt her face heat up.

“Well I just wanted to say, your hot chocolate was really amazing, and I was hoping you would like to share a drink with me at your place.” A-at my p-place? Oh my god! D-did he just ask me-

“Y-yes! I mean that sounds like f-fun.” Marinette blushed as she stuttered in his presence.

Adrien looked at the blushing Marinette. Her hot chocolate had been just as good as Alya had explained. Marinette was dressed in a magenta over coat to keep her warm. It really suited her.

“How about I walk you home and we can have our drink now.” Adrien offered and she stuttered out a yes. The walk to her house was short. She unlocked the door to the bakery and let him inside.

“Where are your parents?” Adrien looked around the small shop.

“They’re out for the week, so it’s just me.” Marinette smiled slightly and started working on their hot chocolate.

So we’re gonna be all alone. Adrien sat at a small table watching her work. A comfortable silence filled the air.

“All finished!” Marinette brought a warm mug to him and sat at the table with him.

Marinette nervously sipped from her mug. As he took a sip as well.

“Ah, this is so good.” He praised her. She blushed at his compliment.

“T-thank you. It’s a family recipe.” Marinette laughed nervously but quickly stopped as he looked at her and laughed as well. Her laugh seems contagious.

“There haven’t been many akuma around lately.” Marinette stated trying to keep up a conversation.

“That’s thanks to Ladybug. She’s amazing isn’t she.” Marinette smiled at his indirect compliment.

“And Chat too. That silly cat.” Marinette laughed thinking about him. Him and his cheeky smile, mischievous eyes, and cat puns.

“Oh him. He doesn’t really do much.” Adrien said dejectedly.

“What? Chat does so! He’s a great partner to ladybug and he may be a little cocky but overall he is a great person!” Marinette didn’t know what had caused the outburst. Never had she intended to yell at her crush.

He blinked a few times registering what Marinette said. She thought she had offended him and looked to the floor in guilt. I’m such an idiot.

“You’re right. Maybe I judged him too harshly.” Adrien smiled at her and her heart stopped. That. That was the smile she wanted to see so badly.

He finished his hot chocolate and breathed a sigh of contempt.

“Well I guess-” Marinette cut him off.

“Wait!” She stood up quickly and knocked her mug over. Its contents spilled onto Adrien’s shirt. “Ahh! I’m so sorry!” Marinette started dabbing furiously at his shirt with a towel. I’m so clumsy.

Adrien began to laugh. A rich sound that startled Marinette. She’s so cute.

“I’m so sorry, Adrien.” Marinette sighed looking at the stain sorrowfully.

“It’s really okay. I’ll just change when I get home.”

“No. I’ll wash it, It’s the least I can do since I messed it up.” Adrien knew she wasn’t going to back down. A look of determination crossed her face. He sighed and took off his shirt. Marinette blushed and turned around. What’s he thinking stripping like that?!

When she turned back around Adrien had put on his coat and was waiting at the door. She ran behind the counter and grabbed a small bag of cookies. Marinette handed them to him and he smiled gratefully at her.

“See you at school tomorrow.” He strolled out the door, leaving Marinete to watch him walk away. She almost collapsed right there. That was the longest she’d ever talked with him. Adrien Agreste was in my house. Alone with me. Marinette cleaned up the mugs and collected his shirt to be washed. She hadn’t noticed until now but hot chocolate had gotten on her clothes as well. Marinette took off her clothes and threw them in the wash along with Adrien’s shirt. She slipped on her night clothes and laid in bed. It was already dark.

Marinette tossed and turned. She couldn’t sleep. Her mind was other places. Like how Adrien had been there just an hour or so ago. And what he’d said about Ladybug. About her. When sleep finally came it was short lived.

Marinette had forgotten to set her alarm. Bursting out of bed she threw off her night clothes and pulled her jeans out of the dryer along with her shirt. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she brushed her teeth. Drearily she grabbed her things for school and ran to school. She slipped into class and yawned.

Alya bumped her arm and asked, “Is that Adrien’s shirt?”

“What?” Marinette looked down and gasped, drawing the attention of the other students. She had accidentally grabbed his shirt instead of hers. Her whole body flamed and Adrien looked back at her. His face reddened at the sight before him.

“I-I this um…” Marinette was struggling with her words. Alya smirked at her only making her feel worse.

Adrien stepped in to help her. “Her shirt got wet so I gave her mine.” He covered for her and she breathed a sigh. Why did I have to pick his shirt? He looked at her and she mouthed a thank you. Class went by like usual. Alya walked out with Marinette.

“So you and Adrien? Did you finally get the courage to talk to him?” Alya laughed. No…

“Yeah.. I guess.” Alya smirked as she saw Adrien coming this way. She waved goodbye to the blushing Marinette, with a wink. Really, Alya?

“Hey, Marinette! Mind if I tag along to your place again?”

“S-sure, why not.”

They walked to Marinette’s place. In her haste Marinette hadn’t brought her jacket. Adrien took his off and draped it over her shoulders.

“Y-you didn’t have to d-do that.” Marinette blushed and looked away.

“It’s not that much further and you seemed cold.” Still the shy stuttering girl I know best. They arrived at her house and she let him in for the second day in a row. She brought out snacks for him as she made more hot chocolate.

Friday came around. The day her parents would come back. She sat in the chair down stairs, lots of things occupied her mind. Coming to her house after school everyday had become sort of a ritual for Adrien, but today he had a photoshoot and wouldn’t make it.

Of course Marinette was upset because they had become so close. She could talk to him without stuttering too much. She yawned as she looked out the window. Today had been a rather cold day. Her eyes drooped and she rested her head on her arms. Slowly she drifted to sleep.

Adrien’s photographer had let him out early and he rushed to Marinette’s. In the past week he’d grown closer to the shy girl. He was running on instinct in the dark of night. Her home came into view and he slowed to a stop at her door. Collecting himself he walked in.

Surprisingly he found Marinette asleep at the table they usually sat at. She waited for me. He grabbed a blanket from the counter and draped it over her shoulders gently.

As he went to leave a small tug came at the sleeve of his shirt. Looking back, Marinette looked at him with sleepy eyes.

“Adrien..?” Adrien smiled and turned back to her.

“Hello, Sleepy-head. Nice to see you’re awake.” She giggled softly. Sitting up she stretched. Marinette stood and wrapped the blanket around herself tightly. She walked to the window and peaked out.

“Adrien! It’s snowing!” She looked back and beamed at him.

He smiled sweetly and walked up to the window. She looked to him a bright smile planted on her face.

Adrien looked at her and with no regrets he leaned in and softly kissed her. Marinette stiffened slightly at his gesture but soon relaxed against his gentle touch. She’s so fragile I fell like I could break her. Adrien brought his hand up to cup her cheek. Her small fingers gripped at his chest. Her lips were soft against his. She smelled of the delicacies made in her bakery. Adrien was tender as he lips parted from hers.

Caught in the moment they hadn’t heard the door open.

“Young lady! You have some explaining to do!” Marinette’s father startled them both.

“Dad?!” Oh crap I forgot they were coming home tonight.

“Who is this?” Sabine asked not very angry just curious.

“This is Adrien, from my school.” She looked to Adrien and then back at her parents.

Sabine came up and looked him over. “You sure got a cute one, Marinette.”

“MOM!!!”

Fast Times At Clairemount High. (A Tony Perry Smut)

Tony’s POV

“So how long are you and Y/N have been dating?” My best friend, Jaime asked. We’re currently walking home from school, our everyday thing.

“A good year now.” I said. Y/N and I have been since junior year. We’re now seniors and we love each other.

Jaime smirked, “So have you ‘Gave it to her’?”

“No,” I chuckled out. “Y/N and I have not had sex yet.”

“Why?” Jaime asked.

“I know she’ll be nervous, I don’t want to have to pressure her. I want our first time to be, special.” I said, almost sounding like a girl.

“That’s nice. Who was your first time?” Jaime asked.

“Stephanie Dearing,” I said flatly. “she then bragged about it and that’s how I dumped her.”

“Oh yeah! Sorry about that. Mine was Lauren Elizabeth.” (A/N: I couldn’t think of a name, so let’s go with this fabulous YouTuber.) Jaime sighed out, “damn, she was hot! Oh yeah so you going to the party tonight?” Jaime asked.


I nodded, “Y/N’s excited.” I said.

“You can bang her then!” Jaime shouted.

“Shut the fuck up!” I whispered/yelled. “You want everyone to know?”

“Well,” I cut him off.

“Don’t answer that.” I said then chuckled out.

-Y/N’s POV-

“So,” my friend Andrea started. “Have you seen his dick?”

It’s been a year since I started going out with Tony. I remember my mom disapproving me going out with him because of his tattoos.

I choked on my punch and then looked at her. “Andrea!” I almost yelled out as I blushed.

Andrea laughed. “So have you, or not?” She asked.

“No,” I admitted. “I’m scared that he’ll leave or something once he had have sex.” I explained.

“Oh, well don’t think like that.” Andrea said. “Tony will never do that, he’s sweet and kind. No, he’s different.”

I looked to Tony as he smiled and laugh with his friends. I love everything about him. His smile, his tattoos, his piercings on his bottom lip, everything! Andreas right, Tony won’t do anything to hurt me.

I then looked back to Andrea and smiled.

“You’re right, he’ll never do anything to hurt me.” I said with a smile.

“Yes! And now, let’s party.” Andrea said. I agreed and we had fun.

~

The party was getting a bit boring, so Tony and I left. We then decided we’d go to his house. His parents are working all night.

Once we got to the house, Tony and I agreed right away that we would have a movie night. It’ll be fun. We went up to his room, and I have to say, he keeps his room fairly clean.

“Okay, so I have Star Wars, Back To The Future, Rocky, and A Bronx Tale.” Tony said as he read his movies out loud.

“I know you want to watch Star Wars.” I giggled out. Tony smiled and nodded. “Let’s watch it.” I said.

“Fuck yes.” Tony mumbled as he hurried to put on the movie. I laughed at him as I sat in his bed. Once the movie started Tony hurried and sat next to me, quickly getting comfortable.

About twenty minutes into the movie Tony then put an arm around me. His hand was dangerously close to my left boob. I felt my cheeks blush.

Shit, what should I do?

I ended up just snuggling into his chest, until my hand ran over his crotch. I froze as Tony moaned lowly.

“I’m sorry!” I said as I got up, pacing a bit. Tony looked at me a bit surprised. “This is awkward, I think I’ll see you-” just as I was about to leave Tony got up from his bed and grabbed my hand.

“No, it’s okay.” Tony said softly. I turned to him, seeing his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. “You can do it again.” Tony suggested.

“Uh, um, o-okay.” I said. I awkwardly positioned my hand, not knowing what to do. Tony chuckled and he grabbed my hand again and guided me.

“I’ll help you.” He said in a seductive voice. Tony guided my hand over his length, through his pants. He helped me with strokes and rubs, Tony moaned loudly. “Let’s take this a step further.” Tony suggested. Without over thinking the situation, I nodded.

Tony laid me in his bed as he climbed over me. He pressed his soft plump lips on mine, quickly turning into a heated make out session. Tony pulled away as he looked at me with his hands in the hem of my blue sweater. Once again, I agreed. Tony lifted my sweater slowly, and now showing my red bra with a little bow in the middle of my boobs. My sweater was fully off, that’s when I noticed Tony starring at my breasts.

I felt a bit insecure, but why? I shouldn’t feel like this in front of my boyfriend. I just brushed it off of my mind and continued to kiss him.

Tony then took off his shirt, revealing his tattooed torso. I gawked at him, tracing my finger around each outline of each tattoo.This is the first time is seen him shirtless, and it’s amazing.

“Like what you see?” Tony smirked at me. I blushed. I felt my cheeks burn. Tony likes doing these types of thing to me, embarrassing me. I don’t mind, I don’t like one bit.

Then I got an idea. I then slipped off my jeans as I kicked off my boots. Tony just starred at me with his jaw slightly open.

"Do you like why you see?” I asked as I showed off my red matching panties. Holy shit, I’d never felt so confident.

Tony chuckled and proceeded to kiss me all the way to my chest. I moaned once he started sucking on my skin. He washed it away with the tip of his tongue. Tony slid his hand down my panties, I lightly moaned at his actions. He began to rub me, making me wanting to crave more and more.

“T-Tony.” I moaned out.

Tony smirked and kept on rubbing me. I then thought of something, what if I could do the same? I slid my hand down his pants and to his length, Tony stopped to see what I was doing. I smiled to him as I gripped him, which made him wince out.

“Easy there, babe.” He said.

“No promises on that one.” I said.

“Well, well, well,” Tony chuckled. “Look who isn’t shy anymore. I blushed again and kept on what I was doing. I twirled my finger around his tip, which felt a bit weird. After a while of teasing I felt him twitch under my hand and fingers. "Well, I’m close.” Tony moaned out. “Finish me off?” He asked. I smiled a nodded, I kept on stroking him until warm liquid came out and on my hand. I took out my hand and examined it, making a confused face. Tony smiled as he grabbed a tissue in his night stand, cleaned my hand, and threw away the tissue.

“That was, fun.” I admitted.

“Well we’re going to do something amazing.” Tony smiled to me as he took off his pants and boxers, leaving himself naked. I saw his length, it’s huge. I still can’t believe I touched it. Oh shit, I’m sounding like a 12 year old girl with raging hormones. Which could be my spirit animal, what am I saying?

“Okay,” Tony started as he took out a condom from his drawer, opening it after. “Y/N, this might feel uncomfortable, it might hurt, if you don’t like it, then tell me.” Tony instructed me.

“Promise?” I asked as I stuck out my pinky.

“Promise.” Tony said as he took my pinky with his. After that Tony took off my panties and threw them like a slingshot, I chuckled. “Here we go.” Tony said as he lined himself up into my entrance. Tony looked at me, asking me if I’m ready. I nodded, well here we go.

Centimeter by centimeter, Tony slid himself into me. I felt a warm tear slide down my face, I then dug my nails into his back.

“Y/N, you okay?” Tony asked me.

“I’m f-fine.” I said, “I’m so not used to this.” I said.

“Want me to pull out?” He asked.

“No, keep going.” I said, wanting more. Moments later, Tony kept on moving and moving. I heard the sound of slapping skin, I moaned and moaned so loud, everyone in the neighborhood probably heard.

“Mmm, baby.” Tony moaned out. Tony’s thrusts began to feel sloppy as I felt my stomach tighten. Is this what it feels like to be close?

“T-Tony?” I moaned out.

“I know baby, I know.” He said.

I then came on him, moaned in the process. Tony then came shortly after. He quickly pulled out, throwing away the condom. Tony panted as he laid his head on my chest, collapsing on me.

“That, was, amazing!” I breathed out.

“Hell yeah.” Tony smiled to me. “Your boobs are comfortable, by the way.” I giggled.

“Thank you?” I said.

Tony smiled to me as he kissed the crook of my neck, hugged me in the process.

My first time was very special. Very special indeed.

Heat

Enchanted Forest - missing year


Its hot, unbearably, deliciously hot. The heat invades even the coolest corner of the stone castle. Its residents found their relief in the lake, leaving the castle gardens mercifully empty.

In a secluded walled garden, known to few, far from the noisy lake, Regina worshippers the sun, reclining on a sun lounger in a deep blue bikini, sunglasses, book in hand, mocktail by her side complete with mini umbrella and fruit.

The midday sun is so hot, she delights in its warmth as it caresses her skin. Sighing as the heat sinks into her bones. Perfect, she feels calm, relaxed for the first time in so long. She is alone, as so often but this peace is of her choosing. Her choice to be here, far for prying eyes where she can just be.

The sun, this heat not uncommon for this time of year but the hottest day so far, has warmed something cold inside of her, she feels almost contented lying here.

This is new, never had she donned a bikini and laid in her garden in Storybrooke and certainly never here.
She feels rebellious, defiant, imagines the look on the faces of the inhabitants of the castle if they could see their queen now, shamelessly indulging in the customs of their former realm.

The thought leaves her smiling, today is a good day, today the shadows will not drag her down, tomorrow they will return darker and more bitter than ever. She knows this is merely a respite, a short break in the clouds that smother her but today, the sun is shining and her heart feels lighter.

She frowns, as a shadow falls over her, she looks up from her book, irritation blooms but fades quickly, even his presence in this quiet space cannot irk her today if anything she is pleased it is only him.

Him, she can deal with, he may be one of the most annoying, smug, arrogant men she has ever had the mis-pleasure of meeting but he respects privacy, guards his as fiercely as she hers. A lesson she learnt when she tried to bribe his silence, only to find she needn’t have bothered, he may have refused to leave the castle, he may get in her way but he had never spoken one single word regarding her initial (foolish) plan upon her return to this realm.

And now Robin cant take his eyes off her, stares and stares. She would find it rude, if she wasn’t in such a good mood and the look on his face wasn’t so gormless.

“What do you want?”

“Aloe” he mummers, drags his eyes from her body to her face, frowning at the sunglasses she wears. “Aloe” he points to the cluster of plants on the far side of the garden. “This sun is too strong, there will be need for it later”

She nods, those foolish to wander around uncovered will burn in this heat. Along with the sunglasses and lounger her magic had provided sun tan lotion, factor 30.

“Go on then” she tells him, turns back to her book.

Robin does not move, “milady, perhaps you should” he sweeps his hands down his body in a vague gesture “ummmm cover up, lest you too burn.

"Im fine”

“Milady that err clothing provides no protection” and he’s staring again at her exposed skin, his eyes soaking up her. Its quite satisfying to see him so unsure of himself, that smug grin no longer adorning his features.

She snorts a laugh delighting in his unease “its called a bikini”

“Bikini” he repeats

With a roll of her hand she indicates her clothing or lack of “quite common in the land without magic, not alot all scandalous”

“You’re practically nude your majesty” he whispers.

She doesnt care if he looks or not, quite enjoys the fact he is. Its quite sweet really, he looks at her appreciatively but there is no predatory stare to make her uncomfortable.

She has the upper hand here and is going to enjoy his discomfort, so she shifts a little on the lounger, arches her back, his eyes fall to her the curve of her waist as she stretches up, sweep across her chest as she pushes up.

She laughs “hadn’t taken you for a prude thief, surely a man of your standing” she inflects venom on the last word, lest he think it a compliment “has seen much”.

She watches amused as his face flushes red with hot anger, bites his tongue at her taunts.

Perhaps it is shocking she muses, even the tavern wenches would wear more when plying their trade. Corsets provide even the least endowed with amble cleavage but legs, thighs, waists are always covered in this realm.

She smiles inwardly, Robin cannot take his eyes from her waist, they travel down her legs, back up to her hips, linger at her belly.

A bead of sweat starts a slow descent from between her covered breasts, makes its way down her belly, Robin stands transfixed. Her finger tracks its path, slowly running behind the droplet, sweeping it away just as it hits the top of her bikini bottoms.

Robin looks away, turns his whole body away, a pulse of heat runs through her as she imagines Robin hard for her.

“Milady” he hisses through clenched teeth, stalks away from her without looking back.

One minute later and he’s hacking away at the aloe plants, grunting as he swipes his knife through the base of the sharp leaves, tearing them from the plant.
She watches as he bends each leaf up, careful not to let the oil that resides inside each to spill out. He wraps a pile tightly in cloth, them binds, ties with string.

Careful though his movements are, she can see still the anger that rolls off him. She’s taunted him worst before, questioned his honour in public and never had his anger flared so quickly or lingered as long.

Frustration? Once the shock of her attire had worn off, his gaze had turned appreciative, his desire evident but this heavy anger turns her amusement to something akin to shame.

Robin is standing now, plant clear of leaves. Sweat drenches his back and its her turn to gaze appreciatively as he removes his tunic. Muscles straining under the thin cream linen shirt he wears. He wipes sweat from his brow, licks his lips. Maybe he senses her eyes on him or maybe he just looks in her direction but he sees her looking, their eyes lock until see realises that cannot be as hers are obscured by her sunglasses. She looks away.

Sighing she cannot concentrate on her book, the sun feels too hot on her skin, that warm burn that she enjoyed is now no longer pleasant, the sweat that shimmers on her skin, sticky. She shifts position, puts down her book.

Robin is still working, his shirt now completely drenched, his hair slick with sweat. Regina sighs, summons a pitcher of water, two glasses and a taupe knee length kaftan.

He stops cutting the leaves as she stands over him but he does not look up.

“Here” she offers the water glass.

Slowly he turns, looks up at her. She raises her eyebrows at him, shakes the glass impatiently. Surely he is not still so angry he will not accept water, a peace offering. “Robin” she huffs and theres that smug grin on his face as he stands and takes the water.

She watches his throat as his swallows deeply, draining the glasses “more?” She asks.

“Please”

She tips the heavy jug to his glass, spills some on his wrist. When the glass is full, he lifts it to his mouth with a nod, without taking his eyes off her he runs his tongue along the water dripping from his skin, slowly sucks it, bottom lip dragging across his wrist.

Bastard, the heat raises in her face as her eyes follow his movements. He cannot see the path her eyes make behind her dark glasses but she knows he knows as he licks his lips just as slowly.

“What are these called?” He asks, finger running across the top of glasses, grazing her skin.

“Sunglasses”

“And this?”

She sucks in a breath as his fingers toy with the beaded tassel that decorates the neckline of the cover up shirt.

“Kaftan”

“Kaftan” he repeats rolling the word.

“Strange indeed” his head is turned to the side, curious “take them off”

“What!” The words leave her sharply and shes suddenly very aware of how little clothing she really is wearing, how quiet this secluded garden is, how close together they are stood, how in one hand he holds a water glass but in the other a knife. The step back is involuntary, Robin frowns at the movement.

“The sunglasses” he says “I cant see your eyes, it is unsettling”

“Oh” she puffs out in relief.

She removes them as he requested and holds them out to him. Robin places the knife and water glass on the ground, his linen shirt is unbuttoned at the front, the sun has already burned a deep red v line down the exposed flesh there.

He will need some of the aloe she thinks. Her stomach drops sharply as imagines running her fingers, slippery with the plant juice down the planes of his chest, thinks of digging fingers into hard flesh of his lower belly, stroking that hollow dip where stomach meets hips.

Robin fingers brush hers as he takes the glasses from her, the heat of his skin against hers does nothing to quell the low burn that has settled in her own belly.

Robin turns the glasses in his hand, holds them up in front of his eyes before placing them behind his ears. He looks ridiculous, the round glasses far too small for his features, aviator shades would suit him better she thinks, aviator shades and a charcoal grey suit. God whats wrong with her, first shes mentally undressing him now shes dressing him.

“Fascinating” he mummers “and one can look directly at the sun with these, yes?” He turns and looks directly up at the sun swirls his head around the garden, delighting in dark glass.

“Yes briefly” unable to hide the grin from her face at his obviously curiosity.

“This realm of yours must be full of such wonders”

Her face falls “yes”.

Robin tugs the glasses from his head sensing the shift in her tone, he hands them back to her, opens his mouth and then closes it.

Regina shivers despite the heat, shes been outside in the midday sun for a while now, it is hot and although her skin is protected, sun stroke is a possibility, she should return to the castle, bathe and eat before the rabble returns and her peace is shattered once again.

The bright garden seems to dim as her playful mood fades, familiar disappointment tugs at her as the shadows find her once more. She sighs, frustrated with herself, sorrow tugs at her heart. One small comment, one comment with no intent and shes pulling back within herself. She wants to return to the lounger, her book, the sense of peace she had briefly attained but she knows she cannot, best to leave now before his gaze of wonder turns to one of pity.

She takes the glasses from him, magically refills the pitcher, turns to leave.

“Thank you” Robin tells her she does not turn to look at him, doesn’t want his thanks.

“Regina” Robin is calling after her.

“What?” She swirls around annoyed, what now.

“I like bikinis” he waggles his eyebrows at her.

A snort escapes her “I bet” Then why the anger? She wonders.

Robin closes the gap she has made between them “I’m sorry for before” shes frowning now, for looking or for allowing her to wind him up? Despite her need to leave, need that is growing every second she lingers here, she is still curious, whats to know the reason so she waits.

“I……you…well you looked so different, so ummm undressed, you called me a prude and I guess yes I am. I thought it unlady like but now I realise that I was allowing my prejudices to get the better of me. From what I have heard of your realm it is very different, in attitude and customs. I should not of judged you by my standards, if you say that this attire is appropriate and common then who I’m I to judge”.

“Unlady like?” That’s what he thought, it was unladylike to sunbathe? It made him uncomfortable to see her, her body, that it was beneath her, did he think he a common strumpet, cheap!

“I suppose you think a woman should not be Queen? mayor? a single mother?
Our place is in the kitchen, tending your needs, is that it. This is why I hate this realm, its attitude, its stifling customs. You thought better of me? Well I thought better of you Robin of the Forest”.

God she’s angry and disappointed, a little hurt truth be told. Did he look at her and see a whore? believe the rumours of the past, the gossip that the Queen give it away for free. She had never, only the huntsman had kept her bed warm on cold nights by mutual consent, yes she held his heart prisoner, the castle his cage as much as hers but never had she forced him into her bed, he desired her even as she sealed his fate.

“I deserve that but no I don’t think so little of women to think so lowly of them. I know what woman are capable of, my mother would turn in her grave if she thought she had raised such a man. I am truly sorry. I never thought of you as just a woman”

“What do you think of me then thief?” Dangerous words but the hurts wins out and why she ever thought it would be different she doesn’t know.

“Strong, capable, powerful, caring, lonely, beautiful, sensual, captivating, fascinating, frustrating, hotheaded, impatient, adorable”

“Adorable?” She has been called a lot of things, never such a list so freely spoken and never ever adorable.

Robin is grinning, he shrugs his shoulders “yes adorable, when you are angry, you get a little crease right here” his finger draws a line down between her eyebrows “an a vein appears right here” the same finger runs up her forehead and strokes softly back down “and when you are thoughtful you chew your cheek here” three fingers stroke her cheek, ghost lightly at the corner of her mouth.

She should move back, pull away but she cannot move, her eyes are locked with his. The heat in her belly has returned and with it a soft flutter, weakness at his words. She should be angry, how dare he suggest she behaved inappropriately and then feel free to touch her so, but she had teased him, she had invited his gaze and now she’s torn, torn between the tenderness he has shown her but confused how to react, if she allows this, whatever this is, what will he think of her then?

“What would you have me do with those pretty words?”

“Whatever you like milady” he mummers low in her ear “I shall think no less of you either way”

“Either way” she breathes

“Stay or go, though I hope you stay”.

She hasnt moved but maybe he has as they are so close, she can smell his musk, feel his breath on her cheek, one hand hovers by her waist, the other continues to trace her lip and she wants so badly to part her lips, to press a kiss against it, wants that hovering hand to grip her waist, wants to taste him, be tasted.

Its unbearable, the heat between them, the heat of the sun beating down, she’s covered in sweat, feels it pooling between her breasts, feels a different heat throb below. His gaze is stifling, her heartbeat loud in her chest.

“Its hot” she mummers.

“Like fire” he agrees.

She can’t breath, finally pulls away. She needs to get away now, rid herself of these sticky clothes, needs a cold bath to cool down.

“You know what they say, play with fire and you will get burned” its a warning, a parting shot and then she’s walking away fast, wondering if she meant the warning for him or for herself.

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Later when the sun has set and the castle is cool again, she blames the heat of the day, too much midday sun for them both. She is relieved she walked away from him, left him standing there wanting, let him want, she does not need his pretty words or admiring looks.

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Later still when she sleeps, she dreams of him, of bruising kisses, of skin shimmering with sweat, of that deep red v on his chest and of searing heat.