Red Queen One-Shots

In The Meantime

Another episode of "Regina writes her own prompts". This time: Fade Smut. The first and the last time. Have fun.

Farley

She was neither a naive little girl, nor could she go on pretending that professional distance kept her from Shade Barrow. It wasn't. It had vanished the moment they'd watched the Queenstrial together, or, to be more exact, once they'd started kissing an hour later. Diana Farley knew where this was going. Dating, infatuation, attraction, love, whatever name she put on her feelings for Shade, it didn't change them. She wanted him. She'd tried to delude herself for months, even more so during the days after the kissing incident.

But what bad a liar I am to myself, she thought as she met him again. How foolishly happy I am to see him. Her laugh made her choke, spraying blood on Shade and herself as he picked her up from the ground. There was cut on her cheek going down to her throat, a present from the Silver she'd been ordered to spy on. Too bad her persona had been revealed. Yet it wasn't so bad to have Shade arrive as back-up just after she'd dispatched her mark.

"Farley! Are you okay?" Shade was so worried, it was so freaking cute. She winced as another laugh tried to rise from deep down.

"No, I'm not okay, Barrow," she hissed huskily as Shade pressed a cloth against her throat. " 'Cuz you gonna jump us out of here right now!"

She heard his chuckle as the world started to spin around her.

Fortunately, she didn't throw up this time. Once they were in her safe house, her stomach had calmed down again. She made herself let go of his hand and dropped the cloth, now soaked with her blood while the wounds started to clot. She left him standing to walk into the bathroom; she was enough of a field medic to take care of herself in front of a mirror.

She looked awful, even with the blood washed of. She breathed in and out, quietening herself to stitch her gashes. She began, flnching at the pain and at the uneasy movements of her body. But she pulled through, unafraid of pain as she prided herself to be. Yet that didn't make in easy -

There was a knock on the door, and ten seconds later, Shade entered the bathroom. She didn't object.

"Do you manage?" he asked.

"Well - "

"No, you don't," he said gently, his hands taking hers, and prying the needle from her fingers. He stared.

"Let me do this," he offered, and she blinked. "I'm not ignorant of field medicine either, Captain Farley," Shade insisted, and she let go. It was strangely relaxing.

Once he was done, he leaned his brow against hers and she couldn't have said if they'd stood like that for seconds or for minutes. Her hands were on his hips as he eventually spoke. "Diana," he whispered, "I'm glad I found you."

Which time do you mean?, she wondered for a moment. "So am I," she answered him.

He was careful with his kisses. They'd laid down on the bed and he paid attention to avoid her throat and the wounded side of her face. Farley hadn't expected to enjoy this so much, despite her soreness. This really has to be love, she marvelled, only slightly sarcastic, as Shade unbuttoned her shirt to move on to her cleavage. She helped him and unbuckled their belts. He froze for a second, his eyes wide in surprise.

"Don't you want to?" she asked in a low voice, though the question was unnecessary as the answer was obvious. But firstly, his hands began to stroke her, starting with her breasts before going lower, over her rips, waist and hips until he found the intimate places between her legs. She moaned, not having imagined how much she'd desired that. His wonderful, magical, hands making her come.