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[GP/EP] Check-In Day

Why Caroline had needed her to help with Check-In Day she hadn't bothered to say. Just, "you said you'd help," and when Regina protested she wasn't good with people, "aren't you a Queen or a Mayor or something?" complete with shooing gestures. While Regina found Caroline more exasperating the terrifying, she did have a point.

So Regina suited up--literally, gathered her files and folders, coffee mug, pens and pocketed the wooden carving of Henry/Roland Robin had made for her, then headed for the cafe. If, polished and politic and patently Busy, she didn't offer newcomers the brightest or warmest smile when they arrived, it was nevertheless confident and quite possibly reassuring.

Caroline did friendly. Regina...did knowledgeable and polite. Dot and Ignis had been asked to provide finger food on catering trays. The still-grieving Miss Pryde had been tasked with samovars of tea and coffee and ice chest of soda and beer. Caroline's welcome baskets sat on the table beside Regina's for easy access. And though she didn't when she was alone in the office, Regina spent the magic to fix her eyesight so she didn't put glasses between her and new arrivals.

Madame Mayor was in.

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"Heavy lifting?" He arched a brow at her, but was obviously willing to go with her.

"Taste-testing," came her almost too late to be quippy response. Her brain had gotten stuck on a particular image of 'lifting' that shut down the sass for a moment.

"You cook?" He teased, but he followed her readily enough already anticipating whatever she had in mind.

"Bake," she replied, slightly more seriously, but only very slightly.

It didn't take but a minute to get into the kitchen, locate Ignis by the stoves, and draw Dyson the other direction toward the walk-in stock closet.

"And cook poorly enough to know better than to attempt it." That was loud and entirely for Ignis's benefit. "But I think I saw what I was looking for in here."

Hardly subtle, but of anyone she'd met in the Inn even in passing, she judged Ignis least likely to gossip.

Dyson tracked her gaze to the man at the other end of the kitchen, assessed him as blind and suppressed a smile as he pulled open the closet door and gestured her inside.

"Just show me what you want and I'm at your disposal."

Her hand joined his on the handle of the stockroom door as she pulled it to behind them. It didn't lock from the inside but if she chose to, Regina could keep it closed easily enough.

What she chose in the moment was to 'show him' quite literally what she wanted by pointing to his reflection in the round mirror, high in the corner that let you see if anyone was coming around from behind the shelves. "That, there, is what I want." She turned a smoldering smile on him and after wetting her lips, took several steps into his physical space.

It took a moment for him to get it, and he chuckled, sliding his arms around her waist and pulling her closer.

"You know of course if we make too much noise that man will know exactly what we're doing." Enhanced hearing generally came with being sightless.

Eyes dark and lusty, Regina shrugged and grinned at him. "I like a little risk, the threat of discovery." Apparently she did with him, anyway. It was freeing not to be obsessing over whether it was okay to want the same things from her soulmate she did from Graham.

"A touch of exhibitionism?" He pulled her closer so they were pressed together knee to chest.

"Slightly obsessive about stolen privacy," she confessed, and ran her hands down his back to grip his particularly fine ass. She'd been either entirely in the public eye, or shut away in exile and ignored. Having the freedom to choose either or could still be intoxicating.

"And now that you have me in this semi private pantry, what do you plan to do with me?" He asked bending to nuzzle her throat.

"I hadn't gotten that far," she replied in a velvet murmur as her fingers slid through the back of his hair. When he did lift his head, she gave him a heated look that verged on fond and sought his mouth for a kiss.

Fond was okay, he was rather fond of her at the moment. He smiled into the kiss and returned it with increasing fervor as he let his hands wander over her back.

The parts of Regina that had been tense and knotted all day began to relax, not completely, because she'd have to pull herself together when they left again, but enough to let her breathe, enjoy the heat of his mouth on hers and the strength of his body beneath her hands. She nipped lightly at his bottom lip then kissed along his jaw to his throat. "Do we need a daytime version of the knock code, wolf?"

"I was assuming," he said tipping his head back to allow her access, smiling. "That the arched brow was the daytime equivalent."

"Mmm," she made a soft sound against his skin and nip-nuzzled up to the hinge of his jaw. "I raise my eyebrow so often. I'd hate--" a teasing purr across the word, signifying she did not hate and might very much enjoy "--for you to develop a Pavlovian arousal response."

He snorted, but his hands skimmed her shoulders to her back and lower.

"I'm harder to train than that."

But not too much harder.

"I'm not looking for a pet." His hands on her ass sent a wave of pleasure through her that had her on her toes to press flush against him.

"Good thing, since I'm not particularly domesticated." He growled and captured her mouth with his, using her momentum as she came up on her toes to bring her even closer.

Gods, no. And she wouldn't want him to be. Not at the expense of kisses like this, that curled her toes and made her blood race. She blessed her foresight in wearing a short enough skirt that she could wind one leg around her hip.

She did seem to enjoy climbing him, a bit like a tree, the thought made him smile into the kiss. He shifted turning to press her back against the wall in the shadows of the little room, and slid his fingers up the silky length of leg curved over his hip.

The touch provoked a sigh, paradoxically soft and almost content by contrast to the heat coursing through her veins. "Such good hands," she murmured on a breath between kisses. It felt, he felt, good, both capital and lowercase.

"Why thank you," he smiled into another kiss and let calloused fingers stroke the silky skin of her thigh.

Regina's lashes fluttered over a playful roll of her eyes before she wound her other leg around his hips to draw him flush against her. Her hands skimmed over his arms. "You know, I think I might need your help later, too."

"I think I could be available later," deft fingers moved higher up her thigh beneath the bunched hem of her skirt and teased along the edge of the lace he found there.

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