Because you wanted prompts: dragon queen and body shots
(M rating. I need to stop reading so much fic.)
In a few years, Regina will understand electricity. She’ll know conduits, and wires, and outlets, and prongs begging to be plugged into an outlet, any outlet, god, make them connect and spark and burn.
Regina will burn, Mal knows, and she won’t be there for it. Being centuries old and gifted with foresight sometimes...well, it just sucks. Mal knows how to burn. Once, she could burn with the slightest shift of her thoughts, but now, she only burns because of the girl who sought her out and stoked the fire within her.
Being gifted with foresight, Mal knows that Regina won’t learn to burn and sigh and beg without her. Being over a hundred years old, Mal is happy to play her part in a game that will outlast them all. Regina doesn’t know what fire she has underneath her skin, but Mal is only too happy to show her.
Regina was small and scared when she showed up in Mal’s castle. Full of bravado but terrified to turn her back. Her back. Mal could live another three lifetimes there.
Her back is smooth, free of scars and marks, but breaking out in gooseflesh when Mal drags one finger along her spine. Regina tucks herself into the silky covers, her bare skin an offering to the dragon she sought out just a few hours ago. Mal wants to take it, to devour it, to consume the skin and bones and sinew and muscle that rests so peacefully in her bed. Still, she doesn’t want Regina to turn away. Smooth skin, a delicate indentation where her spine leads into an ass that begs to be kissed and bitten and soothed with words and tongue, but please, don’t let Regina turn away.Â
In a few years, Regina will learn about electricity, but Mal already knows the shocks that the sight of Regina sends through every part of her body. If she can touch Regina, if she can kiss Regina, if she can send her lips down her neck, across her chest, and suck the sweetness of a nipple into her mouth, she’ll die happy. She’s waited a lifetime for this; she can make this night last a lifetime too, if that’s what it takes.
She’ll taste like the sweetest apples and feel like satin and desperation. She’ll  moan and cry under Mal’s tongue. She’ll shy away and yet beg when Mal drizzles honey and whiskey on the taut skin of her stomach.Â
I’ll lick it off and you’ll taste your skin on me, before I lick lower and faster and you fall apart while I watch you.Â
Regina tastes like honey and whiskey, for now. Soon, she’ll taste like smoke and fire, and then Mal won’t be able to taste her at all. In the meantime, she’ll take what she can get and be glad of the sweetness on her tongue.
In a few years, Regina will learn about electricity, but tonight, she’ll know it. She’ll taste it, and she’ll remember it.
