In Charge

9.Blunder Plunder

"Quick! Get in here!"

Xander pulls Regina into a big closet, lying with old coats that were hanged with on two steely rods. It almost looked like the wardrobe from 'The Chronicles of Narnia'. Only not so spacious and definitely more dustier than usual. The door of closet closed, with the slightest gap leaving in the middle.

There was a rustling heard in room outside. Xander peeked through the gap, and saw Andrew walk in. Just great.

They remain stealthy quiet.

Regina was trying to get a look in the closet as well when she suddenly realized she was trapped with Xander.

Everything was now right in front her. She slides her eyes down, taking him in. He wore a loose v neck blue sweater with tight black pants, his neck stretched out to see what's was going on outside. The view that was just delicious.

The vein popping at his neck as he stretched. She bit her lip.

The rustling stopped and Xander saw Andrew leave but he still remained in the house. They couldn't leave until he was out.

"Looks like we might be here awhil-" He stops when he sees the look on her face.

It finally dawns on him that they were alone. He forgets of their circumstance and his whole attention was now on her.

Regina audibly gulped.

Not good.

"Nowhere to run." He whispers, coming close.
She could barely move, the closet was already small and it made her feel even smaller and it was way too convenient for him. Too much access for him.

She looked away, staring at the gap. If she couldn't move, she might as well keep her eyes away from him.

His hand palmed her face to make her look at him, shocking her skin.

It made her jump tentatively.

Xander's eyes were bright. It shone with determination. He wasn't going to let go now. She was ambushed by him.

His fingers rubbed her cheeks delicately, making her eyes flutter close. Leaning into his touch, she unconsciously moves to him.

Taking this as a sign he wraps his arm around her, bringing rightly snug against him. Her palms immediately shoot up on his chest, resisting.

Xander doesn't even bother with it. He was too strong and he leans in. She snaps her head to the right, not wanting to feel his lips.

Not now.

He doesn't seem to mind because she feels the first touch of his lips upon the side of her neck. She gasps out silently, moving her hands to his upper arm.

Small soft kisses flirted down her neck as she clutches his biceps to hold on. His mustache tickling her skin as he presses kisses down. The pleasure was too great. She couldn't even say his name because they would be caught.

Xander's cock jerked when he felt her nails dig into his skin. He banded his arms around her waist, smashing his body to hers. His kisses began more rough, quiet and carnal.

Regina tries to escape his hold but it stopped when she felt his teeth. He was going to mark her. Her core hummed in delight. His heat surrounding her made it impossible for her to breathe.

She reached up, running her fingers along his hair. Soft and so easily that she could tug the strands of his brown hair.
And she did.

She lugged them hard, bringing his sinful mouth away from her heated skin. He resisted but her incessant pulling got his head to back up.

The whole side of her neck was smoldering.

She stifled her breath, trying to stop shaking. They were so immersed in their own private bubble, that the outside was steely quiet.

Her heart jumped, pushing him away when he still had an arm around her. He wouldn't let her go. She took a glance back at the gap, it remained empty.

They quietly listened. Not a sound.

After a while, Xander signaled her to stay and he would go to check. Regina refused and insisted on coming along. She wasn't afraid.

He rolled his eyes, but relented. He slowly opened the door, breathing a sigh of relief that the study had been empty. He goes up to the door, giving it a docile push.

Regina was about to proceed after him when her eyes caught something.

It was picture placed in a frame of three people. From the looks of it, the copy was old and tattered. What surprised her was the print of a young chap in the middle who looked like Andrew in his early 20s, smiling brightly and a girl at his right side, her arms was wrapped around his waist, kissing his cheek. On the left was a slightly older guy, around his late 20s, his hand crossed together posing for the camera. His pose gave something off about him and he looked familiar. She couldn't place him yet so she snapped a picture of it on her phone.

She then jogged after Xander, sensing now that no one was in the house. She stringed along to his car, closing the back door. Regina released her breath didn't even realize she had been holding. This could have been risky.

Her mind went back to the peculiar photo when she sat in his car as it started. She knew the middle guy was Andrew, but who were the other two?

"Regina? You okay?"

She broke out of her trance, turning to Xander. He peered at her worriedly, before looking back to the road.

"Yeah I'm fine." She says, absentmindedly.

Then, the memories from the closet comes rushing back. What had she done? Or more so, why had she allowed him to that to her?
Stupid Regina!

Her first response was to touch the side of her neck but that would show Xander how much he affected her. She couldn't let him know that. This was bad.

The tension thickened even more now. It became clear that they were both ruminating over it. It heightened her awareness of him, of his lips, of his body and his whole presence.

Xander hated how quiet she became.

He wanted her to say something. What happened back there was no blunder. He didn't regret it and like hell he would let her. However, seeing her from his peripheral vision, she was regretting it.

"I can't stop thinking about it." He was the first to say, his fingers securing the wheel firmly.

She didn't even react. She just stared straight ahead.

Is this what's going to be like? Every time he would make a move on her, she would just shut her emotions off. Not even care about it.

They pulled in front of the station. She was quick to open the latch on her door, but he caught hold of her arm.

Xander saw her eyes close. He knew he effected her.

He caught a sight of her neck. The slight mark began to show on her skin. It was red and it was his. He almost smirked proudly.

"Let me go, Xander." Her voice void of emotion.

"Fine but just remember who put that mark on you." He lets go of her, and she rushes out.
As soon as she shut the door, he presses on the gas. Just as he drove away, he glances up at the rear view mirror, seeing her watch him leave and touching her neck.

She hadn't left.

Xander grins looking straight ahead. His time will come.