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  True to Rose’s word, it took another day of rest before Regina was up and feeling better. The following day, she was strong enough to relocate to the sofa in her bedroom. The day after, she was ready to move out of the room. Actually, she seemed to be too anxious to get out.
Charming was leaning in one of the windows, watching Regina where she lounged in the sun on a garden bench.
“We need to talk about security.” Prince Henry appeared in the hallway behind him. “Now that Regina’s feeling better, she’s become a target again.”
“True.” Charming couldn’t argue that. He’d been thinking of the same thing as he stood watching her. Granted, at the moment, guards were wandering in the general vicinity, but he felt she was too exposed now. In one room, she was easier to protect.
“So what are we going to do?” Prince Henry pressed.
“We’re going to talk to Regina.” Charming turned to face him. “I’m done with keeping things from her, done with making decisions for her. If we’re going to protect her, she gets a say in it.”
Prince Henry looked a bit surprised, but he nodded.
“I think that might be much more welcome.”
“Good, then we’re in agreement.” Charming motioned to the older man to follow him. Prince Henry began following him down the hallway.
“David, your safety is an issue as well. The people who want Regina dead are not going to take kindly to the king who is protecting her.”
“I know that.” Charming frowned. “Which is why we have to work out full details of what we’re going to do.”
“What if you don’t have enough security?” Charming looked curiously at the older man. He hadn’t thought of that.
“I do. I mean, I must…right?” Right? He did have enough security for both of them, correct? He had every army in the kingdom at his disposal, of course he had enough security.
“What happened to Regina’s guards?” Prince Henry asked. “Her Black Knights?”
“Why do you ask?” Charming wondered what the prince was getting to. He had to have a point, right?
“Because many of those guards were loyal to Regina. They would have died to protect her. If you still have them alive, you could use them. Keep them as personal security for her.”
Now that was something he hadn’t thought of. It certainly wouldn’t hurt to let Regina have her own security.
“Let’s go talk this through with Regina. It’s the best way to get a plan.”
In the garden, Regina’s head fell back against the bench, her eyes closed in the sun. Rose had been opposed to corsets, fearing they would restrict her airflow too much, so Regina was dressed in a long light blue velvet gown with a much looser bodice. Her dark hair was drawn up on top of her head and fastened with glittering diamond pins.
Her head turned and her eyes opened as the two men approached. Sighing, she sat up.
“It’s never a good thing when you two appear together.”
“We need to talk to you.” Charming sat down on the small table directly in front of her.
“Well that means it’s even worse.” Regina sighed. “What now? Who wants to kill whom now?”
“There’s nothing wrong,” Prince Henry tried in a calming tone, “we just need to talk about safety.” Charming nodded.
“I promised I’d protect you, and I mean it. But we need to work out some details.” Regina arched a brow at him, her suspicious look not leaving her face.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, there are two possible choices,” Charming told her, “one is that you can stay here, at your father’s estate. I’d get you protection-your own guards. I’d leave them here with you. Or you can come back to my estate. We’d have security there.”
Regina was silent, staring at him.
“Well?” Charming pressed. “What do you think?”
“Which is it?” Regina asked. “Which one are we doing?”
“That’s your choice.” Charming told her gently. “Regina, I’m done making decisions for you. You have to decide what you want to do, what you feel is best. I’ll respect either.”
Regina appeared to be considering what he was saying. But her face still didn’t look convinced.
“There’s a wall around my estate. It might be safer. Here…we’re very exposed.”
Regina’s eyes glanced to her father. She pursed her lips. Charming understood.
“If we leave, I’ll leave soldiers here to protect him. You don’t need to worry about that. I’m not going to let anything happen to him.”
            Regina looked unconvinced, but she seemed to be thinking.
            “I…” She sighed, looking around. “This place is exposed. It’s easy to attack. Anyone could get in here.   The walls at your estate would be better.”
            Charming glanced over his shoulder at Prince Henry, who looked just as surprised as he felt. Regina had actually picked a viable solution without argument.
            “Ok. Ok.”   Charming turned back to her. “My estate it is.”
            Regina nodded, again her eyes flicking to her father.
            “He should come with us.” Regina looked at Charming, urgency in her dark eyes. “He shouldn’t be alone here.”
            “Regina,” Prince Henry began gently, “if they wanted to hurt me, they would have by now. You and David are the two main targets. Protecting you two is what matters.”
            Regina’s face told them both how much she disagreed. David’s desire to not let Regina get upset after being so ill won him over. He reached across, took her hand.
            “Don’t worry.” He assured her. “I’m going through my guards, picking the beset. I’m leaving some of the top ones here with him.”
            “Regina, please don’t worry.” Prince Henry moved closer to her. “I’m not a target for these people.”
            “No.” Regina murmured, staring off into the distance. “I am. And the best way to hurt me is to hurt the thing I love most.”
            Prince Henry sighed. Charming squeezed her hand.
            “Your father suggested that you should have your own guards. I think he’s right.”
            “What?” Regina looked shocked. “Who would protect me?”
            “First of all, a large number of my army.” Charming assured her. “But who were your top knights? Who did you trust the most?”
            That floored her as well. For a moment, Regina only stared at him.
            “You must be joking.”
            “Do I look like I’m joking?” Charming leaned closer to her, tightening his grasp on her hand. “Who? Give me names. I’ll send my best guards to the prison to get them.”
            Regina looked at her lap, her tongue poised between her teeth as she thought. Thought about whether to trust him, or whether to give him names, Charming wasn’t sure. But she finally spoke.
            “Harrison.” She turned her eyes up to Charming. “Barber. Elliot. Livingston.”
            “Done.” Charming told her. “I’ll send the guards.”
            “When?” Regina looked at him. “When do we leave?”
            “That’s up to you as well.” Charming cautioned. “You know how you feel, and you know how you feel about traveling. This is all your call, Regina. You need to make that decision.”
            She wasn’t sure how to decide. He could see that. It was trust. She truly wasn’t trusting him the way he desired, but this was unchartered territory. Once they got through this, they’d be better. He was sure of that.
            “The day after tomorrow.” Regina spoke, holding his eyes. “I don’t want to rush things. I want another full day.”
            “Take as much time as you want.” He nodded, stroking her hand. “We don’t have to rush.”
            They didn’t. His estate would be there when they got back.   He wanted to give Regina the chance to understand him, and to trust him. And if it took time, it took time.
***Scene****
                                                Later that afternoon, Prince Henry got word from a wife of a friend that her husband had fallen ill. She wanted him to come for a visit that evening, to lift her husband’s sprits.
            Regina was opposed to him going. But Charming gathered guards to send with him, and Prince Henry advised the two to try and relax an evening.
            “I’ll be fine.” Prince Henry assured his daughter. “I have guards, and it isn’t a far ride. Stay here. Relax for the evening. Relax with the King.”
            “I just worry.” Regina sighed.
            “Too much.” Prince Henry kissed her forehead. “I’ll see you later.”
***Scene****
                                    Charming was not looking forward to dinner alone with Regina. They’d had plenty of dinners in uncomfortable silence, and frankly he just couldn’t face another.
            He was sitting at the table mentally running through which guards he would leave where when the door opened. He glanced towards Regina, who swept into the room as elegantly as ever. He figured he would start the uncomfortable silence this time and proceeded to ignore her as he went back to his own thoughts.
            “Something’s on your mind.” He looked over. Regina was looking at him as she sat down.
            Charming scanned the comment. No sarcasm, no annoyance, no general displeasure….was she actually trying to make conversation with him? Charming decided to proceed with caution.
            “I’m trying to decide which guards to send where.” He glanced over at her. “It’s a boring but necessary debate.”
            “Of course it is.” Regina laid her napkin on her lap. “Isn’t that the joy of being king?” Charming made a sound of disgust.
            “Unfortunately.”
            They’d actually had a conversation, one that almost made Regina sound interested. Charming was rather impressed.
            Regina had declared she could not face the idea of soup-of any kind. So the first course had been changed to a salad. Tonight’s consisted of beets and goat cheese.
            Charming watched as Regina picked at her food, pushed it around her plate rather than actually eating it. When he’d finished his, and she’d gotten tired of playing, the maid brought the main course. Regina’s actions continued.
            “Hey,” Charming looked over at her, “you need to eat something. I understand your hesitation, but as sick as you were, you can’t get weak.”
            Regina looked at him, and he saw the trepidation on her face. Charming gave her a sympathetic smile before reaching over and stabbing a piece of beef from her plate. Slipping it into his mouth, he chewed thoughtfully for a moment. Regina was watching him with genuine concern in her eyes.
            “It’s fine.” He motioned to her plate. “Go on, eat.”
            Regina eyed the plate again suspiciously, but speared a potato with her fork.
            “I went through all the staff.” Charming returned to his own plate. “I used Rose as a resource. That woman is merciless. She told everyone who was in on the plans: who was active, who just knew something and was afraid to say something. She’s a good, loyal servant for you.”
Regina put a forkful of food into her mouth, chewed, nodded in agreement, swallowed.
“I want her as my personal maid-in charge of all of my affairs.”
“Done.” Charming shrugged. “It’s a good, reasonable request. I’d trust Rose with your safety any day.”
They were silent for a moment, with only the sound of silverware clicking on the china as background noise.
            “Speaking of your safety,” Charming decided they’d done so well he needed to keep going, “I sent for your guards.”
            A slow smirk settled over Regina’s face. She put her fork down, and raised her head to smile at him.
            “Does it bother you that they will be at the estate?”
            He knew it was too good to be true.
            “Why?” Charming asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow. “Why should it?”
            “Oh, just given that I’ve slept with at least one of them.” Regina pushed her plate back and neatly folded her arms on the table.
            She was playing with him. He wasn’t exactly sure what she was trying to accomplish, but she was trying to get something out of this. He just had to figure out what.
            Oh well, two could play at this game.
            “No, not at all.” Charming shrugged boredly, taking a sip of his wine. “That was before you’d had me. Now,” he smiled at her, “there will be no comparison.”
            Regina shook her head as she reached for her water glass. Rose had forbidden her from alcohol for at least the next week.
            “I’m not sure I’d remember, it’s been so long since you’ve touched me.”
            Now there was an interesting comment. Was that what she was hinting at? He was even more curious now.
            “Regina, we could have been having sex, but you decided to start pushing me away. If you’d wanted sex, all you had to do was ask for it.”
            “Hhmm,” Regina sat up straighter in her chair, turned her chair to face him. “All right then.” She leaned closer to him, his eyes immediately going to the swell of her breasts. “I want to have sex with you.”
            There it was. That was what she was getting towards. He wondered exactly what had brought this on. The sudden desire to live? Did she need to feel alive and the only way she could find it was through sex?
            Either way, he wasn’t giving in this quickly. She’d been sick, nearly died. Sex was probably not a good idea-even though certain parts of his body were strongly considering the suggestion.
            “Which guard exactly was it that you slept with?” He turned to face her. “Or was it all four of them?”
            Regina feigned a look of hurt, turning back to the table.
            “I didn’t sleep with all of them. Only one. And a huntsman. But if it makes you feel any better, I was controlling both of their hearts.”
            “What exactly did this huntsman do to deserve that?” Charming raised an eyebrow questioningly.
            “Please,” Regina rolled her eyes, “you make it sound like a punishment. Which you fully know it is not.”
            The last part came seductively, with her tongue swirling over her lips. Charming willed the rest of his body to stay out of this conversation.
            “Oh no, he was not missing out.” Charming leaned back in his chair, folded his arms over his chest. “Just why target this huntsman? Was he that attractive?”
            “He was fine.” Regina took another sip of water. “But he failed me, so I kept him in place.”
            “You get how horrible that sounds, right?” Charming pressed. Regina nodded, looking over at him.
            “Well, he shouldn’t have failed me. I said I wanted Snow White’s heart. He brought me the heart of a stag. In the end, he still got a very good deal.”
            “No,” Charming thought out loud, “I was wrong. You definitely are evil.” Regina smirked.
            “We’re off topic.” She stopped talking as the maid entered and placed dessert in front of them. “The topic was you having sex with me.”
            “You missed my subtle no?” Charming picked up his spoon, taking a spoonful of the chocolate mousse. Regina did the same, only she proceeded to lick the chocolate calmly from her spoon while meeting his eyes directly.
            “You’re a liar then. You said all I had to do was ask.”
            “When you’re healthy. When you almost haven’t died in the last week.” Regina repeated her action with the spoon, Charming tried to ignore it.
            “Please, Charming, I’m fine. I feel fine. Sex would just make me feel…better.” She winked at him, this time collecting chocolate from the edge of her dish with her index finger and licking it off.
            He was beginning to think he hated her.
            “Let’s clarify something,” he pretended to be interested in his dessert and not what she was doing with hers, “we are the two most sought out people in this house. And you want us to have enough privacy to do anything of that nature?”
            Regina innocently sucked another spoonful of chocolate mousse from her spoon.
            “We’re alone at the moment. We just need to go somewhere more…private.”
            “People will look for us.”
            “We deserve to be left alone if we want.” He was getting more jealous of that spoon by the second. “Why such a fight, Charming?” She put the spoon down, dipping her finger into the chocolate and licked it delicately. “If I’m saying I feel fine, then why don’t we?”
            He bit his lip, pretending again to care about his dessert. But he was losing his ability to argue. She was right. If she felt up to it, why couldn’t they have sex? If they were alone, behind a locked door…who cared?
            “My father’s still out.” Regina reminded him. “I’m sure he won’t be back for some time now.”
            Oh to hell with it. He wanted her. He wanted to kiss her, touch her…and she wanted him to do both. Quickly, he reached over and caught her hand. He drew her index finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around her fingertip to collect the chocolate from her skin. Regina made a soft whimpering sound that turned him on even more.
            Her eyes lit up as he rose to his feet, holding out his hand for her. Regina took it, let him lead her out of the dining room.
            On the stairs, he paused, looked back at her.
            “We stop if you need to.” Regina smiled slyly.
            “Don’t worry about that.”
            He decided he wouldn’t. He led her the rest of the way up the stairs. His bedroom was the first at the top of the stairs. When Regina started down the hallway, towards her own room, he shook his head.
            “That’s the first place they’ll look.” He opened the door, pulled her inside. Reaching behind him, he locked the heavy door behind them.
            Instantly his lips were on Regina’s. She moaned against him, her arms wrapping around his neck. He was kissing her-really kissing her-and she was alive and here and that was all that mattered.
            Regina’s hands began tugging at his jacket. He shrugged it off and let her begin work on the buttons of his shirt. When she had it open, she pulled it free from his trousers. Once the sleeves were unbuttoned, he shook that off as well without breaking their kiss.
            Her gown was far easier to get off than some of her others. He found the few buttons at the back, quickly opening them. The bodice was sewn with support, but was nowhere near as tight or as complicated as a corset. He liked this better. He pulled the sleeves down her hands and she stepped out of the dress.
            Quickly, Charming scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her down, taking in the sight of her underclothes for a moment. He crawled on top of her, settling himself between her thighs and pressing his still clothed erection against her still covered sex.
            Regina pressed her hands against his chest, raised him to look at her.
            “Don’t tease me. Tonight is not the night for teasing.” Charming slid his hand into her underwear, feeling exactly how wet she was. She was not kidding-she was already soaking wet for him.
            “Says the woman who just teased me for the last half hour.” His lips sealed over hers again as his fingers pushed into her. Her hips rose off the bed as she moaned sharply.
            He teased for a few more moments before breaking the kiss and pulling back. He undid her stockings and garters, unsure of when she had kicked off her shoes. He pulled her underwear down her thighs and off of her legs before rising to remove his pants.
            Regina watched him with anxious dark eyes, her eyes glued to his erection. Any other night he would have brought her hand-or her mouth-to it. But tonight he needed to be inside of her….needed her badly. It had been too long….far too long.
            He moved onto the bed on his knees, reaching for Regina’s hips and lifting them from the bed as he pulled her to him. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Her eyes were dark with desire, her fingers sliding over her breasts and stomach.
            Charming held one hip in his hand while the other took his cock in hand to guide it into her. Regina moaned and pushed against him. Charming closed his eyes, relishing in the feel of how deep inside of her he was.
            With his hands on both hips, he began driving into her. Regina’s eyes closed, her head falling back on the bed. He thought this might have been the most erotic position they’d used. He could watch her face, watch her breasts bounce with each thrust.
            He was closer than he thought, so he slowed his thrusts. Regina opened her eyes, shook her head.
            “Harder. Faster.”
            “I’m close.”
            “I was close before we started,” she groaned as her right hand moved up to grip the pillow behind her head. Her left moved to her clit, stroking it gently. Charming reached down, caught it. Regina whined, opening her eyes to look up at him.
“Ah ah.” He shifted his position, angled her hips so he was stroking against the spot deep inside of her. “Like this.”
Regina cried out. Her left hand gripped the heavy quilted duvet as he increased his speed, pounding into her. Her cries told just how close she was, and it wasn’t long before he felt her tighten around him. Regina cried out, thrusting her hips to meet him.
            He closed his eyes. Her muscles gripped his cock, sending him over the edge as they milked him through his release. Regina’s nails scraped the bed as he finally collapsed onto her, taking a deep breath.
            He lay on top of her for a few seconds before remembering she’d spent two days not being able to breath. He lifted himself off, moving to lie beside her on the bed.
            “Ok?” He asked. Regina nodded, pulling his mouth to hers. She kissed him deeply for a few seconds before pulling away to tug him back on top of her.
            “Ready for more?”
            He had no doubt he was.
***Scene****
                                                Charming lay in bed, dressed only in his pants. He watched as Regina dressed haphazardly, tugging on clothing.
            Neither of them looked exactly sated, but Regina had deemed that they needed to stop. Her father would be home soon, if he wasn’t already.
            “Stay.” Charming stated, knowing it probably wouldn’t get him anywhere. “Lay back down with me. For a little while.”
            Regina finished pulling her gown over her head. She stood before the mirror, yanking it back into place. Her hair looked absolutely nothing like it had when they’d entered the room. Charming liked the sex tangled look on her.
            “No.” Regina responded as she crossed to the bed. She sat down with her back to him so he could rebutton her gown. Charming did no such thing. Inside, he stroked his fingers lightly down the exposed skin of her back.
            “What is your opposition to cuddling?” His fingers traced a line down her spine.
            “Simple: I hate it.” Regina glanced over her shoulder at him. “I don’t cuddle. It isn’t me, Charming.”
            He still didn’t button her dress. His fingers moved up over her shoulders.
            “Do you know why I think you hate cuddling?”
            “Enlighten me.” Regina sighed, and the familiar annoyance was back in her tone.
            “I think you don’t like cuddling because no one’s really done it with you. Do you mean to tell me your guard and your huntsman took the time to cuddle you? I doubt you let them. And Leopold? Even less likely. The only one I suspect cuddled you after sex was Daniel. And that was so long ago, I bet you don’t remember how it felt.”
            He felt her go rigid under his touch. Had what he said really made her that angry? He couldn’t be sure. But Regina turned to face him.
            “I always enjoy how right you think you are about everything, but you’ve missed a few points here. One main one: Daniel never cuddled me after sex. He never had the chance. We never had sex.”
            He heard her words, but the realization of what those words meant hit him much harder. He’d assumed-incorrectly-that Daniel had been her first lover. But now…with this revelation….
            “Leopold.” He murmured, his eyes hold hers as his fingers traced her arm. “Leopold was your first.”
            A tight smile formed on her face. Regina ducked her head. When she looked back up at him, she looked slightly more composed.
            “Now you know.”
            “I assumed-.”
            “You assumed incorrectly.” Regina advised him. “It was Leopold. Once he was dead, I had to try with someone else….hence the guard. And then the huntsman came along, and he was so easy to use…..”
            She stopped talking, apparently unhappy she’d given so much insight.
            “I’m sorry.” He told her, and meant it. Regina shook her head.
            “It’s not your fault. None of it is your fault.”
            “Stay with me.” Charming whispered. “Stay with me tonight.” Regina shook her head harder.
            “I can’t.” She sighed heavily. “People will notice that…for certain. We may not have been missed yet.”
            But they both knew they hadn’t been quiet. There was an extremely high possibility that anyone on the floor knew what they’d been doing.
            “Fine.” Charming nudged her arm. Regina turned and Charming quickly fastened the buttons. “If you must.” He caught her hand, pulling her to him for a soft kiss. “Good night, your Majesty.”
            “Good night.” Regina swept to her feet, picking up her shoes in one hand. Charming watched as she crossed the room and let herself out of the door without looking back.
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