You Have Stolen My Heart 1/1
Title: You Have Stolen My Heart
Pairing: Evil Queen/Prince Charming
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Nothing explicit, but definitely some innuendo.
A/N: A little drabble inspired by this flawless picture, which I am now concerning canon. Dedicated to the flawless dj_rocca. Title from Stolen by Dashboard Confessional.
When he's fallen asleep in her bed, she steals his jacket. Not because she needs it. But because she can.
It smells like pine cones and something else she never could quite place. It smells like him.
She likes it - how it feels against her bare skin, the weight it puts on her shoulders as she stands upright and loses herself in the mirror for a moment.
Charming's arms wrap around her from behind and the Queen jumps, shaking away the terrified realization that she'd been caught. Did he know this is what she always did?
"You wear it well, my Queen," when he speaks, he speaks softly, and she hates it. Hates it to her very core. She hates everything about him. The way he looks at her, the way her talks. His ideals and his virtues, and they're all so right that it almost hurts.
"Perhaps..." she acknowledges aloofly, standing tall behind her walls as her gaze catches his in the reflection and falters. Just for a moment. And she can tell he knows. Finally, she settles against him, and he rests his face against hers, his fingers curling tenderly around her waist.
She knows she'll regret this in the morning. She'll wonder why she's done this again; succumbed to the charming prince in red. But what else was she to do?
He had stolen her heart.
Not because he needed it. But because he could.
Pairing: Evil Queen/Prince Charming
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Nothing explicit, but definitely some innuendo.
A/N: A little drabble inspired by this flawless picture, which I am now concerning canon. Dedicated to the flawless dj_rocca. Title from Stolen by Dashboard Confessional.
When he's fallen asleep in her bed, she steals his jacket. Not because she needs it. But because she can.
It smells like pine cones and something else she never could quite place. It smells like him.
She likes it - how it feels against her bare skin, the weight it puts on her shoulders as she stands upright and loses herself in the mirror for a moment.
Charming's arms wrap around her from behind and the Queen jumps, shaking away the terrified realization that she'd been caught. Did he know this is what she always did?
"You wear it well, my Queen," when he speaks, he speaks softly, and she hates it. Hates it to her very core. She hates everything about him. The way he looks at her, the way her talks. His ideals and his virtues, and they're all so right that it almost hurts.
"Perhaps..." she acknowledges aloofly, standing tall behind her walls as her gaze catches his in the reflection and falters. Just for a moment. And she can tell he knows. Finally, she settles against him, and he rests his face against hers, his fingers curling tenderly around her waist.
She knows she'll regret this in the morning. She'll wonder why she's done this again; succumbed to the charming prince in red. But what else was she to do?
He had stolen her heart.
Not because he needed it. But because he could.