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Capture and Release	By : TaylorKing Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 9636 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Regina was lying on a blanket on the cell floor. Her wrists had been slipped through the bars and bound together just on the other side of them so she couldn’t pull them back through.
Charming pressed a kiss to her lips, attempting to calm his breathing and heart rate. Beneath him, Regina’s dark eyes opened. She was breathing heavily, her eyes still showing the passion they hadn’t come down from.
They’d been having sex a minimum of twice a day for the past two weeks. It was incredible. Charming had never experienced any sensation quite like it. And Regina didn’t appear to have an issue with it either.
Since the sex had begun, she’d been….better. Granted, she wasn’t wonderful, but this most recent week she’d had the fewest transgressions yet. She’d done well enough Charming had let the guards give her small amounts of her cosmetics. She would get it-eventually-that good things came with rewards.
He picked himself up slowly, lifting himself off of her. He reached forward, loosened the knot holding her wrists enough that she could work them free. She sat up beside him.
“Hell Regina.” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “That was fantastic.”
She was silent, a thoughtful look on her pretty face, and then shrugged.
“The sex was good. However, your creativity was lacking tonight, Charming.” He frowned.
“You didn’t like the positioning?” Regina rolled her eyes.
“Anyone can tie someone on their back.”
“So you want me to up my creativity?” He raised an amused eyebrow, his tone skirting close to flirting with her.
“Only if you truly desire to impress me, your Majesty.” She smirked. Charming leaned in and kissed her again.
“Challenge accepted, your Majesty.”
They dressed in silence. Charming moved to where Regina was leaning against the bars, staring at the flickering torchlight.
“You’ve had a good week.” He murmured, rubbing the back of her arm with one finger. “Why is that?”
Regina glanced over her shoulder at him.
“I know what you want me to say.”
“Oh do you?”
“You want me to say that I’ve become so entranced by your visits that I can’t possibly think of doing anything wrong with the possibility I might lose you.”
Charming grinned. To be fair, he’d decided that had to be one of the reasons. The release the sex provided had to be helping at least a bit, and the human companionship was not a lost thing. In truth, it was what he had been counting on.
“Well, one of my thoughts was that you were responding nicely to having human companionship. Even though you claim to hate me, being in here with me is better than being alone in the dark.”
That made her turn away from him. He’d found she usually did that when he came close to hitting the nail on the head. He wasn’t wrong-she was lonely.
“And sex is a powerful release.” He added, reaching out to stroke the long hair she’d pulled back into a low ponytail after they’d finished. When she’d made the request for a hair tie of some sort, he’d nixed the maid’s immediate suggestion of bringing her an elaborate hair comb. A hair comb could be a weapon, Regina had gotten a piece of leather she could tie around her hair.
“Get off of me.” She grumbled, this time sounding more annoyed than anything else. To make his point, Charming leaned down and pressed a kissed against her shoulder.
“You haven’t given me an answer yet.” He leaned into her, pressing her against the bars as he stroked her hip. The hand not stroking her moved to rest beside her head on the bars. “So what do you think is improving your mood?”
She sighed heavily. Charming kept his body pressed against hers, his hand continuing to rub her hip.
“I’m waiting for my answer, Regina. You know the rules.” More silence, but Charming got the vibe she was thinking of answering him, not just intentionally ignoring him.
“There is….something…to….not being alone…all the time.” She muttered into the darkness. Charming nodded, moving his fingers back into her hair.
“Understandable.” He kissed her template. “I’m sure it gives you a much stronger desire to want to get out of here.”
Regina turned, leaning her back against the bars as she looked up at him.
“Tell me, Charming, what does Snow White think about you spending your days in the dungeons fucking her stepmother?”
Charming laid his finger against her lips and raised his eyebrows.
“Regina, my darling, let’s watch our tone, shall we? I’d hate to have to ruin this morning.”
“Morning? Is it morning? I can’t tell.” Regina seemed to be partially mocking him, partially serious. He hadn’t really thought of that. In the darkness, it would be hard to tell the difference between morning and night. Concern peaked his interest.
“Are you sleeping?”
“Sleep in general or sleeping well?” Regina questioned.
“Sleeping.” She shrugged, considering the question.
“I sleep. I suppose. For a little while. I don’t really know how long.”
Now in the light, he could see the dark circles under her eyes. She was pale, and tired looking. He would have to keep an eye on her. His goal wasn’t to make her sick, or weak.
“Well, unfortunately, I must be off.” He raised his hand to stroke her cheek gently. “I’ll be back, later.”
“Unfortunate.” Regina sighed, meeting his eyes. “Staying with me could be….extremely beneficial….for you.”
“I’m sure it would be.” He leaned down, resting his forehead against hers. “Tell you what…if you want me, or want to see me, tell the guards, and they’ll send for me. Immediately. Yes?”
“I suppose.” Regina’s hands played lightly over his chest. “Unless you’d rather stay now.”
“Not right now. I do have other things to manage, my dear.” He leaned down and kissed her temple. Pulling back, he turned and slipped out of the cell. He pulled the door closed and locked it. Much to his surprise, Regina moved to lean against the door.
“I suppose I’ll take what I can get, your Majesty.” She licked her lips thoughtfully. “I will see you later.”

                                                Part of him thought he should listen to the small voice in the back of his head that told him to stay with her. Even if it was for sex, she’d reached out to him. Maybe his plan for the evening was pushing things. Maybe he was trying just a bit too hard.
            No. This would work. It had to. He would make it work, and get through to her.
            But was she ready for this type of step after one good week?
            He was still sitting at his desk, wondering, when there was a knock at the door.
            “Your Majesty?” One of the guards looked in on him. “Mr. Cricket is here.”
            “Send him in.”
            A few seconds later, a small insect was fluttering into the room. He was easy enough to miss, but Charming knew what he was looking for.
            “Good evening, Jiminy.”
            “Good evening, your Majesty.” The cricket gave a small bow. “How are you this evening?”
            Charming shrugged.
            “For a man who didn’t want to be the king, I can’t complain.” Charming motioned around him. Being king wasn’t a terrible thing but it wasn’t his first choice. “But I brought you here because I need your help.”
            “I’m at your service.” The cricket was hovering a few inches in front of his face so Charming could clearly hear him.
            “I want you to speak to the queen.”
            Jiminy was silent for a moment, and Charming suspected he was thinking hard. Finally he spoke.
            “Are you certain that’s a good idea?”
            To honestly answer the question, no. He wasn’t sure if it was too soon to push Regina to speak to anyone. But he was willing to try. He at least had to know. How much worse could it possibly be?
            “Yes. I want you to try.”
            “Is she….” Jiminy was searching for words. “ Is she willing?”
            “I’m not sure.” Charming admitted. “I’m not sure how she’ll take it. But we need to at least make an attempt.”
            “I’ll do my best,” the cricket told him. “But what exactly do you want me to accomplish, your Majesty?”
            “See if you can get her to express any remorse. She may not. Let me know if there’s any undo hatred expressed. I want to know just what I’m dealing with.”
            Jiminy Cricket nodded.
            “You’re a good man to try and rehabilitate her.”
            “I have my reasons.” Charming nodded thoughtfully.
            The guards took Jiminy out of the room. Charming sat thoughtfully staring at the wall. He needed to try and do a few other things today, but all he could think of what might have been going on with Regina.
            He didn’t have to wait long. It was only a half an hour before the guards returned with Jiminy Cricket. He stood up and turned to face the cricket. Jiminy held out his tiny hands.
            “She wants to see you, your Majesty.” Charming waited, not sure he wanted to ask his next question.
            “I take it things did not go well.”
            “They didn’t.” Jiminy buzzed around him. “She said that she couldn’t believe you would think that she would actually speak to me, and then she stopped talking to me before she said she wanted to see you.”
            Charming let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.
            “I had a feeling this was a bad idea. I shouldn’t have pushed her.”
            “You should always listen to your conscious,” Jiminy agreed. That didn’t make Charming feel better.
            “I know.” He slumped back in his chair, wondering just how far back he’d set any progress Regina might make.
            “Your Majesty,” Jiminy began, “may I….may I offer my opinion?” Charming nodded.
            “Of course. I’d love to hear it.” He’d love to hear from anyone who thought they might be able to help. Or at least tell him he wasn’t crazy.
            “What exactly are your reasons for wanting to rehabilitate the queen?”
            “Because I love her.” He wasn’t going to deny it. It was the truth, and it was worth everyone knowing. He wanted Regina. He wanted her love, and he wanted her with him. That was it-even if everyone else thought he was crazy. “I know…I know it won’t be easy.”
            “It’s good you admit it.” Jiminy warned him. “But the good thing: she does want to talk to you.” Charming held up his hand.
            “In that case, before we proceed, maybe I should go talk to her. Just to appease her. Show her I’ll come with she wants me.”
            “I’ll stay here.” Jiminy wisely advised. Charming couldn’t agree more.
            “I think that’s best. I’ll be back shortly.”

                                    At the entrance to the dungeons, Charming was met by anxious guards.
            “She….wants to see you, your Majesty.” One glanced back cautiously. “She’s….unhappy.”
            “She has a right to be.” Charming sighed. “You can go. It’s fine.”
            “Are you sure, your Majesty?”
            “Yes.” Charming motioned them away with one hand as he pulled the key from his pocket. “Go.”
            Regina was pacing furiously. Her arms were folded firmly over her chest and her face was set in an angry glare he was fairly familiar with from times before her imprisonment. He hadn’t seen her this angry since they’d caught her.
            When she saw him, she stopped moving and set her glare firmly on him. He said nothing, merely unlocked the cell door and stepped inside, pulling the door closed behind him.
            “Did you really think I was going to talk to the cricket?” She demanded, taking the few steps to close the distance between them. “What were you looking for, Charming? What were you trying to pull?”
            “I’m sorry, ok?” He took the chance of taking her upper arms in his hands, squeezing them gently. “It was too soon-I shouldn’t have pushed you. It was my mistake.”
            “It wasn’t too soon!” She snapped angrily. “I will not talk to him. Ever. If you want someone who is simply going to pour out their souls and give remorse for all of the terrible things they’ve done, you would do better with Snow White.”
            He spun her around in his arms and caught her wrists behind her back with one hand. He pulled her tightly against him, holding her against his chest.
            “Regina, calm down. I’m sorry. You have a right to be angry. But letting your anger control you isn’t going to help anything.”
            “Let. Go. Of. Me.” Regina snarled. For lack of wanting to anger her further, he conceded. She immediately yanked herself away from his reach, pulling back into her typical shadowy corner.
            “Hey.” Charming crossed the cell to her. He reached out his hand to her and Regina instantly pulled back like he’d held out a poisonous snake. “I’m sorry.” Regina said nothing. She simply pressed herself against the wall and glared at him.
            “Get out.” Anger was truly controlling a person when they would prefer to be alone in a damp, dark cell than converse with another human being.
            “Ok.” Charming held up his hands. “Ok. I’ll be back later, all right?”
            “Don’t bother.” He nodded, taking a few steps back.
            “Whatever you want.”   He opened the cell door, closed it, and turned the key in the lock. From this angle, he could see nothing of where she stood. “I’m sorry, Regina.”
                                    “How did it go?” Jiminy Cricket was buzzing around him as soon as he entered. Charming sighed. He felt like he’d thrown any progress he might have made with Regina over the last two weeks out of the window.
            “Terrible.” He muttered. “I think, if I hadn’t tried this, I might have had her trusting me. Soon. Now….we’re right back to square one.”
            “If I may, your Majesty, there’s something else I’d like to talk with you about.”
            “What is it?” Charming dropped back down into his chair and looked at the insect fluttering around him.
            “How long has she been down there?” Charming did the calculations in his head.
            “Three weeks…maybe a full month?”
            “Your Majesty,” Jiminy fluttered around him, “I don’t think she’ll last another month down there, at least not with any hope of saving her sanity.”
            Charming looked at him curiously. The cricket was beginning to breach a subject he hadn’t thought about. He’d wanted to punish Regina. She deserved to be locked in prison. He hadn’t truly considered any ill effects.
            “What do you mean?” Charming pressed curiously.
            “Obviously, given her actions, Regina’s mental health is….questionable.” Jiminy seemed to be looking for the best word. “Being alone…in the darkness…that certainly won’t help anything. Do you go down often?”
            “Fairly.” It was true. He was still trying for three or four times a day. They usually had sex at least two of them. Three was a rarity. It was the only human contact she had. The staff certainly never spoke to her.
            “But the majority of the time, she’s alone. Your Majesty-Charming-if you don’t get her out of there-soon-she’s going to go completely mad.”
            Charming sighed heavily. He didn’t know how Regina slept, she didn’t see daylight, she conversed with no one except for himself, he understood where Jiminy was coming from.
            “I wanted to punish her. I wanted her to spend time down there.”
            “And I agree with you.” Jiminy flew closer, got nearer to Charming’s face. “She deserves to be punished, she deserves to be in prison, but if you really think there’s a woman in there worth saving, there won’t be if she stays in the darkness much longer.”
            He couldn’t deny that. He had to find another way.
            “Punish her.” Jiminy was saying. “But find another way than keeping her locked in a dark cell day and night.”
            “Ok,” Charming nodded, “I’ll let her out. Soon.”
            “I wouldn’t wait.” Jiminy hesitated a second. “I didn’t mean to overstep, your Majesty.”
            “You didn’t.” Charming smiled at him. “Thank you, Jiminy. I didn’t get what I intended from your visit, but this is good.”
            “If there’s anything else I can do,” Jiminy tipped his small hat, “please let me know.”
            “I will.” Charming offered one finger, which Jiminy tapped lightly before flying off with one of the guards.

            Charming hesitated for a few minutes before he got up. He made his way back downstairs, ignoring the questioning looks from the guards.
“Go.” He held up the keys. “We won’t be keeping her down here anymore.”
“Does this mean-?” One of them asked. Charming ignored whatever he might have been asking.
“We’re moving to the second part of the plan.”
“Of course, your Majesty.” Another voice responded. Charming kept moving. He lifted one of the torches from the wall. Steadying the key with one hand, he turned it in the lock. From where he stood, the cell appeared empty. The torch lit up the dark space.
Regina was curled on her side in her usual right corner. Charming went to her, knelt beside her.
“Regina.” He laid his hand lightly on her cheek. Regina was staring into the darkness, not looking at him.
“Go away, Charming.” She murmured. Her left arm was under her head, her right resting on the blanket beside her.
“No.” He held out his hand to her. “Come with me. You can’t stay down here anymore.”
That got her attention. Her head lifted from the blanket, looked at him curiously.
“What?”
“Come on,” Charming motioned to her, “I’m taking you out of here.” Regina sat up hesitantly. Charming kept his hand out to her. Reluctantly, she took it. He stood up, pulling her to her feet. “Let’s go.”
Charming kept a tight hold on her small hand as he pulled her into the hallway. He carefully replaced the torch before turning to her.
“Stay with me.” He told her firmly, but gently. Jiminy’s words had hit home with him. She’d been through a rough night already. If her mental state was as fragile as Jiminy worried it might be, he wasn’t going to push her. Not tonight.
He tugged her hand gently to follow him. He led her up the stone stairs to the castle’s main floor. When she stopped moving behind him, he turned questioningly. Immediately he saw why.
She was standing where the spring air blew in from the doorway. Slowly, she turned her face to it. Charming watched as her eyes closed, she inhaled deeply. The most peaceful look he’d ever seen appeared on her face. He gave her a moment, before he gently rubbed his thumb over her hand. Her eyes opened and she looked over at him.
“Come on.” He said softly. “You’ll like it upstairs.” Regina looked hesitant, but followed him.
He led her silently passed guards and staff who looked on curiously. He led her up three more flights of stairs to the third floor. At the top of the stairs, he pushed open a heavy wooden door to his right. He pulled Regina into a smaller hallway, and then opened an identical wooden door on his left.
“Here.” He pulled here inside. “Take a look.”
The door opened on a large, lavish bedroom. Directly in front of them was a huge four-poster bed laid with an ornate red and gold comforter and pillows. There were doors to both the right and left of it. On its left was a window seat, with a set of windows that opened into the countryside.
Spread before the bed, directly across from the enormous fireplace, was a set of two elegant chairs and a fainting couch. All three were made of a dark wood and fitted with red velvet cushions. A smaller table and chairs of a lighter wood sat against the wall to the left of the fireplace.
Charming watched Regina’s face as she took in the room. He laid his hand on her back and pointed towards the right of the fireplace where a door was closed.
“Look there.” He murmured, stroking her back lightly. Regina looked at him suspiciously, but she went to the door and opened it. Charming watched the expression that settled over her beautiful face with a pleased grin.
“How?” She whispered, turning to look at him.
“Your father.” Charming shrugged calmly. In this light, he could see how unhealthy she truly looked. The dark circles stood out against her pale skin. She’d lost weight, all over. Charming was disappointed that he’d been touching her body all of these nights and not noticing the bone instead of soft curve. Crossing to the closet door, he stood beside her.
“Your father brought me all of your things. You can check, everything’s here. Shoes, gowns, riding pants, jewelry. Everything. Most of your cosmetics are here. I had a bit of trouble obtaining some of them. But I’ll get them, if you tell me where.”
Regina looked at him, studying him, apparently trying to determine his motives. Charming took opportunity of her silence to keep talking.
“There’s a washroom to the left of the bed-complete with tub that the staff will fill at your request. You can stay here, instead of the dungeons.” He reached for her hand, turned her gently to face the door they’d entered. “There’s no doorknob leading out. The door locks with a key that only myself, one maid, and my Captain of the Guards possess.”
“Trading one cell for another.” Regina murmured. “A gilded cage, but a cage nonetheless.”
“I know.” Charming leaned against the wall. “I know it isn’t freedom, which I can’t grant you yet because you haven’t shown that I can trust you with it. And leaving the castle is still off limits-for your own safety. So you’ll stay here. The staff will bring you whatever you want, in addition to all your meals. So what do you say, Regina? Here? Or the dungeon cell?”
Regina’s eyes lingered from the closet to the windows before moving back to him.
“Here.” She answered, before looking away. Her hands rubbed nervously at her forearms. He wanted to reach for her, hold her, but he knew it wouldn’t go as he wanted. “What’s behind that door?” She was nodding towards the door to the right of the bed.”
“That,” Charming glanced where she was looking, “is for another night. Now do we have a deal?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He smiled. “Then I’ll leave you here to get acquainted with it. Get some rest.” He told her seriously. “You need it.”
Regina nodded. Her eyes searched over him, distrust shining in them. He was going to have to find a way to put an end to that.
“I will see you later.” He leaned in, placed a light kiss on her cheek. Regina didn’t respond in any fashion. Charming pulled away from her before turning and slipping from the room, locking the door soundly behind him as he did.
A/N: We’ll discuss why Regina can’t use magic in the next chapter! Thanks for reading!
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