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Prompt: drunk kiss

Some nights, when missing Henry burns her heart from the inside out, she seeks the night and the silence of the stars, indulging in drink right there in her garden. The castle is quiet because despite the threat of Zelena, nearly everyone else can still manage to tame the beasts stalking their dreams, just enough to sleep. There is no such solace awaiting her.

She is alone with the things she's done.

She is alone with memory, pain pinned to her heart like a tapestry.

Before she knows it, she's finished most of her scotch, and decides she should try to sleep. Magic could return her to her room in an instant, but though she's a bit unsteady, she wants to walk back, breathing in the cool night air, wandering the lonely corridors of memory.

Everyone should be asleep.

Which is why she's surprised to suddenly bump into the thief.

"What are you…doing…" The acerbic edge normally present in her tone is gone, she's too sad and inebriated tonight, and it's a bad combination, because his hands are on her forearms, steadying her gently.

"Had a bit of trouble sleeping, I wasn't expecting anyone else to be awake, clearly. Are you alright?"

She must reek of alcohol, so it should be obvious that she's not, but she just looks up into his eyes, studying the shadows playing on his face, his lips shining out like a beacon.

What would those lips taste like…

"I'm fine," she insists faintly.

"Allow me to assist you back to your chambers, Your Majesty…"

She's thought about him, for months she's thought of his kindness, his annoying persistence in checking on her. He'll toss her fire right back at her, but his eyes hold such softness regardless of what she says.

Tonight, she's just lonely and uninhibited enough to let those idle thoughts roam free.

"Wait," she insists, bringing him closer, drunkenly fusing their lips together and refusing to feel ashamed of the moan his responding kiss pulls from her.

She should stop, she should push him away, and she would, if she were in her right mind. But this is Regina stripped bare, her heart crying out for what it wants, and for tonight, just for tonight, she allows it.