A/N: Un-betaed! Enjoy!

One Night Stand

Regina's been close to heaven, but nothing quite like this. She feels like a whore, and yet she feels so alive, so warm and drunk, oh, so horribly drunk.

But this is perfect, he is perfect, even in his drunk state too.

She's moaning, her palms scratching his rock hard abdomen, and fuck, who the hell cares if they're fucking in a dark alley? Who cares if she's being extremely vocal tonight? —she shouldn't be, not when they can hear drunken laughter a couple of yards away, where the entrance to The Rabbit Hole is— but really, who cares when his rough fingers are pressing firmly against her clit? When his cock is buried deeply inside of her, stretching her like never before. Her butt smacking quickly and repeatedly against the brick-wall behind her, smack, smack, smack the sound present over the alley along with his groans, his deep guttural groans that reverberate against her chest.

He's biting down on an exposed nipple, the one pertaining to the breast he roughly pulled from her bra a few minutes ago and he's licking at it, biting and sucking, eliciting gasps and trembles in response. Regina's rolling her hips against his now, her pencil skirt bunched up around her waist and her thong moved to the side as he plunges into her warmth, as he takes her to heights she's never reached before.

Regina came to this bar to forget about her problems, forget that her ex-fiancé had been cheating on her for over a year and she had only found out a week ago. She met this British man sulking on his own, a drink grasped tightly in his hand as he twirled and twirled the thin straw. Soon enough, conversation spiked between the both of them, and so did the drinks. Then amidst drunken slurs and promises of another round of drinks, their lips had found one another and they'd barely made it out of the bar and towards the alley without ripping their clothes off, their drinks long forgotten.

She came to this bar to forget about her problems, yet the scars are still so new, the alcohol still unable to dull the pain to it's entirety—

Oh, this man, this man inside of her and around her possesses the skill of a professional fucker —if there's such a thing, because God, he's pushing her meaty thighs further apart, opening her completely to him, pressing her further into the wall the moment he sees her eyes tear up. Then he plunges into her aching center with more force than ever, intent on making her forget about her issues, just like she's doing with his.

Regina needs to come, needs to come around that thick cock of his right now, needs to fulfill the desire that plagued her the moment her brown orbs met his bright blue ones earlier that night.

"Come for me baby," he growls, his lips latching to her neck, biting and licking.

He shouldn't be calling her by that nickname, especially since he met her a mere two hours ago and, amongst drinks, had explained how he was going to fuck her, make her come, come, come apart in his arms by just a flicker of his tongue —and he did, she recalls, he did in fact make her come minutes ago with that tongue.

But anyways, the nickname is doing things to her, it's making the coil in her stomach grow and tighten.

Thank God he doesn't even know her name because shit, Regina doesn't think she can handle hearing her name rolling off of his lips, would've reached her peak several times already had he utter it with that deep accent of his as his hands roamed here, there, everywhere.

Damn it, she's almost there, his hard cock caressing her walls just so, hitting that same spot over and over again.

Regina arches her back the moment he plunges into her with more force, the movement pushing her nipple straight into his awaiting mouth again as her body curls up towards him. He hungrily lavishes it, bites, licks, teases, his tastebuds already addicted to her succulent skin, and he just fucks her a little harder.

"Baby, I'm gonna come," he groans the moment she moans and rests her head against the wall behind her, her eyes starring up at the dark sky.

And no, he shouldn't arrive inside of her, not when he's not wearing a damn condom, not when she doesn't even know his goddamn name, but he's fucking her so good, he's whispering so many things against her pebbled nipple and she's not thinking clear.

He's pushing into her now with quick sharp thrusts, releases her nipple from his warm mouth only to kiss her in a searing kiss as his cock starts throbbing inside of her, her walls start clamping around him like a vice and—

God

She's seeing dancing daffodils, fairy dust and whatever other magical shit she can think of.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans and she moans in response, her body still riding out that wonderful orgasm, caressing his cock with every tighten and release of her muscles. He quickly loses his rhythm and followed her over the precipice, growling as he spills his seed inside of her, his body shaking against hers until he stops moving altogether with a deep groan.

A couple of minutes go by where there only sound they can hear in the alley is the sound of their own breathing. His hands find themselves wrapping around her and he playfully smacks her behind as he leans in and bites her lower lip.

"Mmmm," she moans against his lips, licking at them as she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him incredibly closer.

"Mmmm, as much as I enjoy you doing that, m'lady, I'm afraid a round two is not in the cards right now."

"Why?" she mewls, her insides warming again at his accent.

"Because the next time I fuck you, it'll be on a bed, properly," he winks at her.

"And what makes you so sure there will be a next time?"

He merely chuckles and playfully sucks on her exposed nipple, releasing it with a pop before replying. "Because you still owe me that drink."

It is then that Regina remembers the drinks they'd left untouched by the bar, the round this man ordered for the both of them minutes before the need to kiss and fuck each other overcame them.

Regina chuckles in response, but in her tipsy state she can feel those small flutters in her stomach, and as this blue eyed beauty pulls out of her and starts tucking himself into his pants, she smiles and with a small blush on her cheeks says, "Yes, I suppose I do."