With The Band

Chapter 9 Bet

Regina sighed buried in Killian's strong arms. He held her tightly between them as her head lay against his chest. Kissing her head softly, she sighs and lifts her head to look at him. "So that escalated quickly," Regina said. 

Killian smiled, "Well, yeah, seems so huh?" He asked. "So you said you're not like Graham, how much not like him?" Regina hesitated in asking that. 

"A lot not like him, I don't like the fling thing," He shook his head. Tracing his fingers over her hair line around her face, he smiled, "I'm the relationship one, that's why I'm the romantic," he said.

"Oh," Regina sighed happily about this. "You don't think I would go taking your virginity just to ditch you did you?" He asked.

"Well I mean I definitely didn't think that.... when it was happening..." She mused. "Right, but you do now because like most females, you think," he jeered. She pouted a bit with a furrow in her brow.

"Don't misunderstand, it's a good thing. That's why you're smarter then men, because despite people thinking that women always lead with their heart, and make emotional decisions, it's not really true. They do to an extent, but so do I," he admitted with a smile. 

"You do?" Regina asked.

"Well I'm a musician, I definitely lead with my heart, not just my voice," He said. 

Regina's POV 

Swoon

As she smiled at him, and leaning for another kiss, a knock was heard. "Ugh now what," Killian scoffed his annoyance at another interruption.

"It's Mary Margaret! We got food delivered! And is Regina okay!?!" She called through the door in her usual perky voice.

Killian sighed and forced himself out of bed, pulling pants on at least. 

Poking his head out the door, Mary Margaret tilted her head trying to spy. "What did you get?" Killian asked. "The burgers you guys like at that bar," Mary Margaret said with the bag held out.

He reaches for it and she pulls it back, "Is Regina okay?" She asks protectively. "She's fine," he couldn't help but smile.

"Mhmm, okay, goodnight," Mary Margaret nodded.

Killian flashes a grin once to her and shuts the door. 

"Umm they brought us burgers," He holds up the bag. "I LOVE BURGERS," Regina beams and sits up with the sheet up over her bosom.

"Good," He laughs, and plops down next to her with the bag, placing it in her lap. 

He watches her with a smile on his face at how happy and excited she is. "They have this amazing BBQ type of sauce they put on them," he reaches into the bag taking one out for himself.

"Mmm," Regina groaned with a big bite in her mouth. 

He chuckled at her, "Guess I gave you an appetite," he brushes his lips next to hers. She chuckles internally with her burger bite disintegrating in her mouth, but kisses him anyway. 

Mary Margaret heads back to her room with David where the guys are there finishing up food. She stands there in a slight huff.

"What?" David asked. "Well he had no shirt on," Mary Margaret stated. "AH! They did it," Neal laughed. "Ten bucks," Graham held his hand out. 

"What?" Mary Margaret scolds. "We just had a friendly bet that they would get together, at least hook up," Graham said.

"That's awful, she's young and probably has never...." Mary Margaret huffed and halted herself glaring at David. 

"What? I didn't bet," he feigned. "Still, you guys, that's not fair, you know Killian and when he feels something for someone, it's really powerful," Mary Margaret said.

"Yeah well the last one to break his heart was what? Six years ago? I think he's moved on finally," Neal said. "Still, you betting on his emotions, isn't nice," Mary Margaret pressed. 

"We're not betting on his emotions, we're betting on his..." Graham began, "Don't!" David put his hand up. "Don't finish that," David shook his head. 

"Killian finished, I'm sure," Neal joked. "STOP it!" Mary Margaret snapped. The guys blinked at her silently.

"No more betting on anything to do with them," Mary Margaret commands. "Fine," Neal nodded. "So did you see her?" Graham asked. "What? No, only he answered," Mary Margaret informed. "Gentleman, gets up like that, that's nice," Graham nodded.

"How would you know?" David scoffed. "True," Graham nods.

"Ok so we're clear, no more betting on whatever relationship Killian and Regina have," Mary Margaret stated. 

The guys nodded in agreement and went back to their basic chit chat.

As the weeks drew on, every moment they were together. Killian and Regina were hand in hand all the time. She sat next to him as he played around with the guitar, whether it was finger exercises, or forming some new melody. 

Their eyes would almost glaze over looking at each other. He would place kisses to her nose, and hold tight to her hands in public. 

When on the bus, it was hard for them to do anything physical, but over the next few weeks they stopped a few times at hotels to just be alone together in a proper bed. 

It wasn't out of their realm though to have a love making session in a bathroom however. 

She was crazy about him, and her article that she should be writing definitely took a backseat to their blossoming relationship. 

She taps the pencil on the paper, she has two notebooks now. He leans over her shoulder and reads a couple sentences. "I don't scratch my ear when I'm nervous," Killian denies. 

"Yes you do," everyone said out loud. "Wow, okay," Killian chuckled. 

"That's what you're writing? His quirks? I have a million of them," Graham teased. "Shut up," Killian scolds.

"Well I'm trying to approach it in the most natural way I can," Regina said. "Don't they want the dirt?" Killian asked. "Yes, most likely," Regina nodded.

"What is the dirt?" David asked. "Well, I don't know, I feel like any dirt I would write would be fabricated, or too personal," Regina shrugged. "That's what they want though isn't it?" Neal asked.

"Usually," Regina admits. 

Killian quirks his brow that night as they're brushing their teeth, at a proper hotel. Spitting, he looks up to her. "So you don't have any dirt that you want to give them?" He asked. 

"What do you mean?" She shakes her head. "You have to give them something, they won't publish it any other way," he said. 

"You want me to go lie and say you're all sleazy drunks?" She asked. "Well no, that's the last thing I want," he shook his head. "I told you I wanted it to be honest," Regina said. 

"Good, that's why I trust you, not to make it into some hollywood nonsense," he said kissing her nose.