Storybrooke Chronicles(editing beware)

Angel? Nah!

Regina walks into the ballroom where all the peasants are dancing away. All attention is draw to her black, tight low V neck dress. Her cape of feathers trail behind with the tiny sparkle of diamonds that outline the top of creamy skin. Her breast just showing enough to have any man weak in the knees not to mention her desirable lips with its deep red color painted on. Her eyes bold and feisty and the scar just above her lip are up just a tad due to the smirk forming on her lips. Was she sexy? Hell yah! Was she a minx? Well only if the sky is blue... Was she easy? Oh yeah just about as easy as getting two magnets with same charge to connect. Her hair curled and placed down her back joining the feathers on her back.

She walks down the stairs so elegantly so slowly the men almost faint from the longing of wanting to smell her. It's her scent she leaves everywhere. No one knows what it is that the queen uses to smell so sour and bold yet sweet and gentle. Not even the maids that search her room looking for the substance. She reaches the end of the stairs and the music slowly starts back up. As she walks the ball floor men bow and compliment the queen while woman keep their lovers from trying to jump her bones.

Very few men ever ask the queen to dance no matter how badly they want to. Only teenagers who are bold ask her majesty to a dance for which she agrees. She dances with them to the soft beat of music. Some ask her questions about her beauty while others ask questions about how amazing it is to be royalty. Her majesty always smiles at those questions for they know not how lucky they are to be free. Some men even get kisses on the cheek or small compliments from her.

But alas this is an adult party for the coming fall festival so her majesty standing in the corner observing a young couple dance with smiles and with the look of pure love. Now the Queen may be harsh and but the thing that her kingdom can say is she finically takes care of her people and has a soft spot for children and parties. She sighs maybe a tad too harsh and leans further into the shadows. "Your majesty, are you not having fun?" a man asks coming out from the shadow of the pillar and into the moon light.

She laughs. "Me, not having fun at my ball, that's insane! My balls are the best in the land and anyone who comes has a blast." He chuckles and answers "Milady you still have not answer my pending question." He dimples appear on his face, His blonde hair slightly above his left brow. He's laughing at her just telling her to put it back in place. "One it's your majesty and two Yes, I am having fun." She answers stubbornly.

She tried to pay no attention to the green suit he has in and how it fits his muscles oh so right. He's build for sure with probably a set of abs that feels like a rock perfect for doing certain thing.... No! She thinks. None of that, "Then why are all alone?" he question taking a step forward. She chuckles bitterly and shoots "Why do you care?"

He shrugs "I just hate seeing beautiful woman spend their night alone." She blushes slightly then thanks God its dark and the moonlight won't show much of her face. "Maybe I like being alone." Walking closer her says "Is that so? Milady I must say your eyes are beautiful." She looks down until she gets a whiff. It smells like forest and it's so attractive. Never in a million years would she find the urge to be wrapped around with the owner of that scent. It smells manly but not to over whelming. It was enough to make her light headed but just enough to keep her grounded.

"Well thank you. What is your name peasant." she smirks at his smile. "Robin." She steps back and smiles "Robin." she repeats. He shivers just a tad. "Would you care to dance?" She nods and he takes her arm and leads her to the ball floor. The pulls her bodies close; very close. Her breast pushed up against his chest as well as other thing not touching but just as close. They waltz and he leads. The swirl and spin across the dance floor but never breaking the contact. He memorizes every facial feature and tiny glint of green in her dark brown eyes. The li scar his already imprinted in his head.

Her plump lips leave a kiss mark on his heart and her hair leaves fantasies of him touching her hair or watching her brush it. She stares into hid crystal blue eyes. She looks at his dimples and her mind starts to think about him as child and she internally laughs thinking no one could resisted those dimples. His blond hair just the right color not to dark and not to light, His smile and teeth white like a sheet of paper. His scruffy beard makes her laugh as she imagines how much his kisses would tickle.

Soon they are the only people on the dance floor because everyone else moved out the way to watch those two fall in love. Robin dips her and comes back to reality when he hears the claps of the audience. He pulls her back up and pulls her off the ball floor and outside to the courtyard. She follows curious as to what he's doing. She trusts him. She doesn't know why but she does and she feels safe. He pulls her into the middle of the garden and pulls her to his chest. Breathing hard he ask "May I kiss you." She smirks and leans in until she's about to touch lips and she pulls away and runs.

She picks up her dress and run through the garden. Robin opens her eyes to see she's gone and hear her laughter echo through the courtyard. He growls and starts running through the garden trying to find her. "Oh come, come out angel." She giggles and calls out "I'm not an angel Robin!" he laughs, "your bloody hell right because milady that was just low." She laughs hard and turn right running through the daisies. "It's your majesty peasant!" He chuckles and turn left running through the roses.

She makes a split second decision and runs for the Roses when she bumps into to Robin. He garbs her and kisses her hard causing her to moan and kiss back just as hard. Its passionate her lips fight for dominance while his playful nip her lip which she enjoys. His tough over powers hers and explores her mouth. He picks her up and lays her in the lilies on the direct left to him. She giggles and kisses back excitedly. His hand travel to her exposed breast and touches them lightly. She slowly starts to unbutton his shirt and rubs her nail along his pecks. He groans she starts to untie her corset moving pretty fast. She moaned once more and pulls back. "No, No, No Robin." she says with a smirk and whispers "If you want me then you have to come find me."  She disappears in purple smoke leaving robin flustered and red panting. "Bloody minx" he mumbles as he quickly stands.

He rushes off to find "The Evil Queen' but in his book she's just evil for leaving him excited and ready.....