Drabbletag - Stars
Title: Wishing Stars
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Stars
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Regina/Tinker Bell
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 210
Notes: Spoilers for Season Three's Quite A Common Fairy
Regina presses her lips to Tinker Bell’s shoulder, enjoying the warmth of her skin. The moonlight is weak as it shines through the balcony window, but it’s enough to highlight the fairy dust that’s sprinkled over Tinker Bell’s entire body.
It sparkles over her neck, her chest, her stomach, like countless stars, blinking and glittering as Regina’s gazes rakes over her.
Regina should hate the taste of it. It is white magic, purity and goodness, and she’s been immersed in dark magic for so long that she half-expects the fairy dust to burn her tongue. Yet it doesn’t, instead tasting sweet and light, and Tinker Bell smiles, watching through hooded eyes as Regina kisses her collarbones, cups her breasts.
She’d forgotten what it’s like to be slow, to be gentle. She’d forgotten what it’s like to have somebody on her side, not because she coerced them but because they choose to be there.
Regina’s never particularly cared for fairies, but Tinker Bell has already proven herself an exception.
So Regina lets herself relax into the moment, into the touch, chasing stars across Tinker Bell’s skin. Listening to Tinker Bell’s pleased little murmurs, feeling her arch up against Regina’s lips, and silently praying that this won’t be taken from her too.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Stars
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Regina/Tinker Bell
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 210
Notes: Spoilers for Season Three's Quite A Common Fairy
Regina presses her lips to Tinker Bell’s shoulder, enjoying the warmth of her skin. The moonlight is weak as it shines through the balcony window, but it’s enough to highlight the fairy dust that’s sprinkled over Tinker Bell’s entire body.
It sparkles over her neck, her chest, her stomach, like countless stars, blinking and glittering as Regina’s gazes rakes over her.
Regina should hate the taste of it. It is white magic, purity and goodness, and she’s been immersed in dark magic for so long that she half-expects the fairy dust to burn her tongue. Yet it doesn’t, instead tasting sweet and light, and Tinker Bell smiles, watching through hooded eyes as Regina kisses her collarbones, cups her breasts.
She’d forgotten what it’s like to be slow, to be gentle. She’d forgotten what it’s like to have somebody on her side, not because she coerced them but because they choose to be there.
Regina’s never particularly cared for fairies, but Tinker Bell has already proven herself an exception.
So Regina lets herself relax into the moment, into the touch, chasing stars across Tinker Bell’s skin. Listening to Tinker Bell’s pleased little murmurs, feeling her arch up against Regina’s lips, and silently praying that this won’t be taken from her too.